Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 214 – I will not give up the suffering of hell

However, after the couple left the city, they traveled all the way around, traveling in mountains and rivers, and finally came to an ancient temple with a lot of incense before dusk.

In the meditation room, the bearded man handed a letter to the young novice, leaning on the chair, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

After working around for a few days, Li Qingmei's frail body was quite tired. At this moment, she closed her eyes and dozed off in the Mahavira Hall surrounded by Zen fragrance, immersed in the sudden sutra chanting.

"Amitabha!"

Master Bianji, who hadn't masked his face for a long time, walked into the hall slowly with his palms folded in the Buddha's palms together, one step at a time.

"Master, forgive the little girl for disturbing the purity of the Buddhist sect, it's a sin!"

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The two of you will temporarily live in the Siguo Cliff on the mountain behind the Xuankong Temple. It is the place where my Xuankong Temple punishes the little novice who violated the Buddhist rules. It is rarely seen!"

"You two, please follow this old monk quickly!"

Bian Ji's tone paused, and he turned around immediately.

"How is she?"

Li Qingmei knew that what Bianji said about her was Sikong Yu, looking at the inadvertent concern in the eyes of this venerable master, she couldn't help feeling sad in her heart.

Who said that all four members of the monks are empty, how can this person in front of him have empty eyes, clearly full of deep love like the sea that she is all too familiar with.

"She is very good. She has been taking care of the late emperor in the palace. Early this morning, she personally helped the spirit to go to the imperial tomb of Qinghe County."

"She said it would take half a month at most, or about ten days at least, and she would definitely be back!"

Only then did Master Bianji twirl the Buddha beads lightly, and turned around to lead the way for Li Qingmei and the other two.

It's ten days!A full ten days!Li Qingmei seemed to have evaporated from the world, and she could not be found at all.

In the past few days, Sikong Que's mood was extremely violent, and even the court was full of complaints.

Many officials were not guilty of fatal omissions, but were decapitated by Sikong Que on the grounds of killing chickens to scare monkeys.

All the officials are trembling, and even the harem is gloomy. Your Majesty is already obsessed with government affairs, and the number of rains and dews in the harem in a month is only two or three times.

And these two or three times also included the days when the queen would go to bed on the first and fifteenth day of each month.

And recently, His Majesty hadn't set foot in the harem for a long time, those concubines dared not speak out, so they made frequent appointments in Fengzao Palace to attack Wencheng and Lu Xue.

After sending away those resentful concubines, Wencheng Lu Xue swept the teacup in hand to the ground.

"Is there still no news about that bitch! Everyone is worthless! Let that bitch slip away under your noses! Trash! They are all trash!"

"Your Majesty, calm down! This concubine has used Baima Yicong's intelligence network. If there is no accident, there must be news within today!"

At this time, Qing Ge was dressed as a palace concubine and responded flatteringly.

At the price of betraying Li Qingmei, with the help of Wencheng Lu Xue, she transformed herself into Sikong Que's concubine.

But Sikong Que didn't seem very interested in the concubine personally recommended by the empress. It had been more than two months, and she hadn't yet received His Majesty's favor.

So she had no choice but to curry favor with Wencheng Lu Xue again, hoping that she would get some rain and dew. As long as she had a chance to serve her bed, then she would definitely have a way to conceive the emperor's heir and skyrocket.

As proud as she is, she always thought that with her beauty and talent, she would definitely become a master.

How could she be willing to serve a waste, and never turn over for the rest of her life? She had seen through it, and the young master had no intention of recalling her at all.

She really had enough of those miserable days in the cold palace!Up to now, she still remembers how the broken wooden bed in the cold palace pressed against her bones, making her whole body ache.

Suddenly, black carrier pigeons flapped their wings and circled low in the courtyard of Fengzao Palace.

Seeing this, Qing Ge was overjoyed, and took out a piccolo. Accompanied by the melodious sound of the flute, the carrier pigeon landed on her fingertips impartially.

"Your Majesty! I found it! She's in the Hanging Temple!"

Wencheng Lu Xue's face showed joy, and she immediately closed her temples in a good mood.

"Hurry up and pass this good news to His Majesty's ears!"

"promise!"

...

In the early morning of this day, before the mountain gate of Xuankong Temple was opened to welcome the pilgrims, it was surrounded by a group of unkind soldiers in armor.

The little novice monk who opened the door had a panicked expression on his face, and hurriedly staggered to invite the abbot master to defend the opportunity.

At this time, Sikong Que turned his backhand and waited quietly in the Sanskrit Hall, and listened to the Sanskrit singing for a long time, but not for enlightenment, but only for the trace of that person's breath in thousands of rivers and mountains.

Immediately, he stretched out his fingertips, without any pious respect to Buddha in his eyes, and shook the prayer wheel in front of him heavily.

If it is not for salvation, he has been exhausted by her and has become a demon. Buddha, how can he overcome his evil karma.

"Amitabha, Abbot Bianji, the 410th second-generation abbot of Xuankong Temple, welcomes His Majesty!"

"I'm here! I'm not here to practice Zen and enlightenment! I'm here to find someone!"

"Your Majesty is looking for the female benefactor who had a relationship with the poor monk on Zhuque Street that day?"

"Exactly!"

"She just left yesterday!"

"Master! Monks don't tell lies!"

"Everything the poor monk said is true!"

"Oh? Since Master, you don't eat the toast and eat the fine wine, then don't blame me for disturbing this pure place of Buddhism!"

"Preach my will! Bind this pious bald donkey! I want to burn him up, but I want to see if Master Bianji has really become a Buddha right away and made a relic!"

"In addition! According to my decree, all the land belonging to the Buddhist sect in Dafeng territory will be taken back to the imperial court! From now on, the Buddhist sect and Taoist sect are prohibited from enclosing land for any reason!"

"Your Majesty, this is the source of your anger at the old monk, right?"

"What if it is, what if it isn't?"

"Amitabha, Your Majesty is relying on the power of the king, destroying the Three Jewels, and you are a person of wrong views. Avici Hell is not simple, high or low, why is Your Majesty not afraid?"

Bian Ji objected loudly, urging Si Kong Que to destroy the Buddha with the suffering of hell.

Sikong Que laughed back angrily. He used the tip of his sword to scatter Bianji's rosary beads. Seeing those scattered rosary beads scattered all over the floor, he immediately chuckled.

"But to make the common people happy, I will not spare the sufferings of hell."

On the preaching field of the Xuankong Temple, a tall pyre had already been erected at this time.

I saw that master Bianji was bound on the pyre, neither sad nor happy.

"Hand over her! Otherwise, you can save yourself today!"

He ordered people to search the Xuankong Temple, and even dug up all the suspicious places, but there was still no trace of her.

With her personality, it is most important not to hurt the innocent. He is very sure that if she is really hiding here, she will definitely show up. He is waiting.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, if anyone goes to hell, His Majesty will kill you too much, and you may hurt the fate of the country. Turn around and do it!"

"Then go to hell, hell is not empty, and don't enter the path of reincarnation again!"

Sikong Que personally held the torch and lit the pyre, while his eyes wandered around, searching for Li Qingmei's figure.

At this time, in the belly of Maitreya Buddha in the Daxiong Palace, Li Qingmei couldn't move her whole body, tears streaming down her face, she clenched her teeth tightly, but she couldn't make any movement.

Sikong Yu stood beside her, and the three of them saw clearly the imminent situation outside through the dark hole.

"Girl, don't blame yourself, without you today, Que'er will find a reason to clean up the Buddhism."

"Liyi, after they all leave, you can leave!"

"Don't unlock this silly girl's acupoints, especially the dumb acupoints!"

"Aren't you going with us, Aunt Huang?"

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to see him off!"

She adjusted her makeup and entered the secret passage with a smile on her face.

(End of this chapter)