Chapter 51:
There is no burning dragon in the hall.
Xue Yan's robes have been changed, dry and clean, embellished with thick fur. Jin Bao was not waiting by his side. He was alone, kneeling at the desk in front of the Buddha and copying sutras.
The candle in front of the Buddha statue lit quietly, shining on the peaceful and kind face of the golden Buddha statue. There was a faint sound of wooden fish outside the window, quiet and ethereal, like a farce in the palace tonight, and it has nothing to do with it.
A candle was placed on Xue Yan's desk.
Xue Yan raised his eyes and saw a young monk standing at the table, looking young, at most ten years old.
Seeing that Xue Yan recognized him, the little monk smiled slightly, folded his hands at him, and made a Buddha salute.
Buddhist verses from here.
Xue Yan snorted contemptuously after hearing this.
The little monk was stunned for a moment and said Amitabha.
"Didn't you do it for that benefactor?" he asked. "Now in the palace, there is indeed an evil spirit doing evil. Although this evil spirit is not on the donor, it endangers the donor's body. Isn't that why the donor copied scriptures and recited Buddha?"
Xue Yan heard the words, threw the pen, leaned back with his arms folded, looked up at the Buddha statue in front of him, and said, "Does the Buddha care about this?"
The little monk said: "As long as the donor is sincere, there will be something in return."
Xue Yan glanced at him and slowly picked up the pen again.
"The Buddha can't control it," he said. "If he had managed it, these people would have died long ago."
He is indeed copying the scriptures here, but he is not really trying to suppress his evil spirits. He was born with this evil spirit, and if he copied the scriptures, he could be cured, what kind of evil star came down to earth?
He can only distinguish between natural disasters and man-made disasters.
It's just that when dealing with man-made disasters, you need to put on a bit of piety and superstition.
He looked up and looked at the majestic Buddha statue.
"The Buddha can't handle it, but I can." Xue Yan said. "I can bless him without asking the Buddha. I will kill the evil that the Buddha cannot kill."
He has never tasted such bone-shattering heartache tonight, nor has he had such a strong impulse to repay the debt with blood.
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A morning star hung in the dark black sky.
The scriptures in Xue Yan's hand were piled up in a thin stack, and the lamp on the desk was gradually burning dry. He quietly lowered his head and copied the scriptures, vaguely hearing footsteps behind him.
"Five Highness!" Xue Yan turned around and saw a **** kneeling outside the palace, reporting. "His Royal Highness has subsided. The emperor is grateful for your merit in copying the scriptures. Please return to the Yongle Hall to resume your life."
Xue Yan's hand holding the pen loosened without a trace. Through the gap between his fingers and the barrel, he could see his fingertips that were slightly reddened by the barrel.
That is the trace left by holding the pen very hard.
Xue Yan did not get up. He turned around, and the pen in his hand landed on the rice paper again.
"Thank you for your kindness." He said without looking back. "Go back and report to the emperor. I made a promise today to copy the scriptures a hundred times. Now I have only copied it twenty-three times, and I dare not break the promise. After I have finished copying it a hundred times, I will return to the emperor."
The **** was stunned and raised his head.
Xue Yan did not look back and said, "Go and answer."
The **** received the decree, so he had no choice but to retreat from the Buddhist hall.
Xue Yan lowered his head and continued to copy the scriptures silently.
At this time, there is no one on the side. If there is someone who knows how to be on the side, you will definitely be able to see that there is a slight difference between the handwriting before and after this page.
On the second half of the page, there is a sense of relief in the strokes, but the murderous aura remains undiminished, like a butcher's knife hanging over the prisoner's head in autumn.
The word before and after is the last word written by the **** when he came to tell the time.
The night is extra long.
Before dawn, the sky was getting darker, but the sky was white with fish belly.
In the distance, there is a palace guard who is vigilant, knocking on the clapper, which echoes in the imperial city.
Xue Yan's desk lamp also dimmed, and the oil was about to burn. The little monk used to keep a vigil in the Buddhist hall and light up the lamps at night, so he came here skillfully and filled him with lamp oil.
"The donor seems to be waiting for something." Seeing that Xue Yan was still copying the scriptures, he couldn't help but say.
Xue Yan glanced at him.
"You guessed it right again." He said without stopping.
The little monk folded his ten and said Amitabha.
This is not his guess. It is just that he has been chanting and reciting Buddha for a long time, and he can get a glimpse of one or two people's hearts.
"It's almost here." He heard Xue Yan say lightly.
"I just don't know, what is the donor waiting for?" The little monk couldn't help asking. "Just now someone has come to report, the donor has turned the corner, what else do you expect?"
"It's not what I expected." Xue Yan said lightly. "But wait for a result."
The little monk looked at him and saw that he was facing him, revealing an undisguised, fierce and sinister smile.
Although she was smiling, she was extremely cold, hiding her long-suppressed hatred.
"Damn, not dead yet," he said. "I waited for them to ram my knife themselves."
While speaking, his pair of canine teeth glowed with a cold light under the candlelight. The amber eyes, which were originally pale in color, did not conceal their killing intent at this time, they looked like a beast ready to go.
The little monk was startled, turned the rosary in his hand involuntarily, and murmured the name of the Buddha.
Xue Yan smiled, turned her face away, and put away her expression.
He made plans for the camp tonight, not only waiting for Jun Huailang to recover, but waiting for Yi Jieyu to throw herself into the trap.
Qin Tianjian, the imperial hospital, and the dog raised by the emperor, tonight, what they want to do is kill two birds with one stone, not only want to kill Jun Huailang, but also take the opportunity to frame him.
Whether Jun Huailang is dead or not, it can confirm the prophecy of Qin Tianjian, which can not only get rid of a family member of Jun, alienate the emperor and Duke Yongning, but also regain the trust of the emperor for Qintianjian.
The imperial doctor first said that Jun Huailang was not in serious trouble, and then manipulated the medicine, which made him have a high fever, and taught the emperor to think that he was suffering from evil, and then he was diagnosed and treated by the Qintian supervisor. When Jun Huailang fell into the hands of Qin Tianjian, there was no chance of him surviving, and Qin Tianjian naturally had thousands of ways to escape the death penalty, and finally put his hat on his head.
Xue Yan knew that Yi Jieyu couldn't sit still since that day when Emperor Qing Ping softened her attitude towards herself.
He firmly grasped the opponent's handle and was ready to fight with her, but she did not expect that she would dare to hit Jun Huailang.
Before this, Xue Yan had no dead end. This was the first time he had such a strong urge to kill someone.
He looked back at the sky. The Buddhist hall is facing east, and looking from him, he can just see a white morning light, shrouded in the horizon.
According to his plan, he first ordered Baiji, who knew medical principles, when the imperial doctor returned to his life, and asked her to replace the prescription given by the imperial doctor when decocting the medicine, but to decoct the ordinary medicine for dispelling wind and cold, and then to Qingping The emperor asked for orders, since he came to the Buddhist hall, he copied the scriptures and suppressed the evil.
And this matter is related to the approval of Qin Tianjian, and Yi Jieyu will definitely go to Lingtailang to discuss countermeasures as soon as possible, so as to respond to the inquiry of Emperor Qingping.
The two of them naturally didn't know, the place where they met privately was already known to Xue Yan.
"...Really calm." Xue Yan looked at the sky, laughed softly, and said to himself.
At this moment, he saw a **** climbing up the steps and running towards the Buddhist temple. The faint morning light fell on him, and a very long shadow was drawn behind him.
The panicked footsteps, at a glance, knew that there was an urgent matter.
Xue Yan thought, come.
He slowly put down his pen and looked up at the big Buddha in front of him.
"I don't believe in Buddhism, and I don't believe in cause and effect." He said lightly. "But I was able to create cause and effect, and teach them that every evil has evil retribution.
Speaking, he raised his head and looked at the little monk with a savage and sharp smile.
"In this case, in your Buddhist family, is it considered a merit?"
But from the other side, he couldn't see the greed and filth of mortal people, which was very strange.
Then he saw Xue Yan raised his head and looked at the golden Buddha again.
"...If it's a murder," Xue Yan looked at the Buddha, raised his lips, and smiled. "It's all mine."
The little monk is on the side, with one hand holding up the palm, and the other hand twirling the rosary.
Sure enough, Master was right.
Mortals are bound to have troubles and have their own beliefs. Even if they don’t believe in gods or Buddhas, there will definitely be something that will tie them to the human world.
Xue Yan's voice fell, and the footsteps behind him were getting closer. He turned his head and saw that the little **** crossed the threshold and stumbled to kneel behind Xue Yan.
"Five Highness, something big has happened!" said the little eunuch. "Your Majesty urgently summons you to go to Yongle Hall quickly!"
At this moment, the Golden Crow rose, and the first inch of the sun leaped over the horizon. Ten thousand feet of sunlight suddenly burst out of the sky, shrouding the entire imperial city in a golden red morning sun.
The sun shines through the gate of the temple, and it shines into the Buddhist hall, and falls on the Du'e Sutra which is still wet on the table.
It is bright.