Don't be clouded

The tranquility of Xuanqing Temple remains unchanged all year round. No matter how turbulent the Chenjing not far below the mountain is, as long as you come here, you can really feel at ease.

The monastery stretches for several miles, the front is full of incense, and the meditation room and monk's house at the back are particularly quiet.

A small courtyard was opened up separately, named "Shiming Courtyard", and it was the living courtyard of the disciples of Xuanqing Temple.

Miao Ci is the most familiar with this place, he has been running here for many years, and he even knows whether every plant or tree has lost its leaves.

Today, he rushed to the famous college just after finishing his morning class. He was sweating from running, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he began to shout out of breath: "Senior brother——"

As he expected, when he walked into the meditation room, what he saw was still Guanchen who remained motionless.His senior brother was reciting scriptures, with his eyes lowered, as if he was not disturbed by the outside world.

Miao Ci had no choice but to sit at the door and wait for a long time as usual, until Guan Chen had finished reading the Buddhist scriptures and then moved over again.

"It's a big deal, brother, didn't you tell me to pay attention to the movement in the capital, there was movement last night!"

Guan Chen raised his head abruptly, "What is it?"

It was rare for Miao Ci to see her senior brother in such a hurry, and she regretted not interrupting in time just now.He narrated the news he overheard from the pilgrim in detail: "The Minister of Rites was assassinated and died last night."

After finishing speaking, he took the time to recite "Amitabha", and then hurriedly said: "This morning, the pilgrimage has ordered the three divisions to interrogate, but there are different opinions on the case. Some say it was an assassin who broke in in the middle of the night, and some say it was a house thief."

Guan Chen didn't speak after listening, and still sat cross-legged on the futon as before, as if in a daze, and seemed to be thinking about something.

The tree shadow outside the door swayed in the breeze, reflecting the peace in the room.

But Miao Ci felt that something was wrong, she stretched out her hand and waved in front of his senior brother, "Senior brother, why do I feel that you are unhappy, is it because you heard that someone died?"

Guan Chen didn't deny the little novice's innocent thoughts, and hummed in a low voice.It was only after a while that I realized what I should say, and taught in the tone of a senior: "This life is just one time in samsara. People will enter the next samsara after going from ignorance to old age and death. Don't be too sad about it."

The teachings passed by his ears like the wind, Miao Ci didn't take it to heart at all, he looked up at Guan Chen, puzzled and said: "Then why are you unhappy?"

Guan Chen glanced at him, "Do I have it?"

Miao Ci was choked by this sentence, unable to speak for a while, but his senior brother had already closed his eyes and began to recite the scriptures again.

**

The death of the Minister of Rites caused an uproar in Beijing.

After the servants of the Zheng family found out that their master was injured last night, there was a commotion in the Zheng mansion. Some people saw several doctors rushing there, but news of the death came out not long after.

Zheng Yu was in his early forties at the time, and he was a man in his prime above the officialdom. He was assassinated and died suddenly, which naturally caused quite a disturbance.

Up to the court, down to the alleys, everyone is talking about this matter today.

Chen Jing strengthened the guard patrols today, and the task was handed over to You Wei. As the titular right guard general, Prince Xian had to come forward in person.

Ji Bieyun was naturally accompanying him.He tried his best to pull himself together, but in reality he had a faint headache and felt drowsy.

After returning to the palace's residence last night, he didn't feel sleepy for a long time. He tossed and turned on the couch for a long time, thinking about Zheng Yu in his mind.

What Zheng Yu said before his death was instigated by someone seems to be true, but it's a pity that he hasn't had time to ask who it is.Before leaving Zheng's house, Ji Bieyun hastily checked Zheng Yu's pulse, and he was already at the end of his strength when he left, so last night he expected that Zheng Yu's line would be completely broken.

After that, he finally fell asleep in a daze, but dreamed about the scene four years ago over and over again.

He has dreamed countless times.

His mother took him into the carriage and fled overnight, but tricked him into saying that he was going to play at his grandfather's house.He was still stopped halfway, and then the disaster came very quickly, like the toppling of Mount Tai, which made his life completely turn around at the age of 13, and he fell into the abyss of suffering.

The scene that Ji Bieyun dreamed most often was that he was sitting in the fleeing carriage, being hugged tightly by his mother.He felt his mother's trembling, the sound of horseshoes and wheels kept ringing, and the endless night outside the curtain that was occasionally blown by the wind.

He woke up from a night of nightmares, before he had time to calm down, he followed Prince Xian out of the mansion after cleaning up a bit.

Most of the generals rode on horses, but after all, Prince Xian was a distinguished general and he was only a nominal general, so he got into the carriage.The carriage was moving slowly, Ji Bieyun walked beside the carriage with several personal guards.

Xu Yang was on the same side as him, and after seeing his lack of interest, he gave him a wink.He twitched the corners of his mouth, signaling the other party not to worry.

But Xu Yang still leaned over and lowered his voice and asked, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

He nodded, "Kicking the quilt at night may have caught a little cold."

I thought this topic could be left alone, but Prince Xian's joke suddenly came from inside the carriage: "Kicking the quilt is really a young man's heart."

As soon as Ji Bieyun raised his head, he met the prince who opened the curtain.Today, the prince didn't wear the linen shirt anymore, and changed into a formal crimson robe, which made people know that he was a nobleman.But the kind smile on Prince Xian's face did not change, and he still had no airs.

"Last night was really not peaceful. Fortunately, you and I were both in a deep sleep and didn't know what happened to Zheng's house. Otherwise, if you wake up in the middle of the night, it will be difficult to fall asleep."

Following these words, he replied: "This matter has caused panic among the people, I hope the truth will come to light soon, and the capital will be restored to peace."

Prince Xian didn't answer, just glanced at him with a smile, and then put down the curtain again.

Ji Bieyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.For some reason, he felt that there was something in the prince's words.

But last night he was very careful before he set off, and he was sure that no one would notice him.The doors and windows of the house were also marked, and after returning to the room, no trace of anyone entering his room was found.

Could it be that he was thinking too much?

A group of people walked to the Duiwu Gate in the northwest, and saw a group of right guards outside the city gate from a distance, all armed and ready to go.And on the tower stood a man dressed as a general, who came down to greet Prince Xian after seeing him driving.

Ji Bieyun guessed from his words that this is the right guard who is actually in power, but this person's attitude is humble, and he greets the prince politely.

He listened with lowered eyes, feeling bored in his heart.It was just the most common courtesy in officialdom, but it took a long time for the pleasantries to stop.

Afterwards, the military general led the soldiers to patrol, and he and Xu Yang followed Prince Xian to the tower.

Standing on the tower of the capital city, you can have a panoramic view of the scenery for miles around.Outside the city are vast rivers and mountains, and looking back is the prosperous Chenjing.

Prince Xian put his palms on the bricks, his robes were blown up by the wind, he looked at the scenery for a long time without moving, and then he turned around and asked, "Xu Yang, what's going on this morning?"

The guards stationed at the city gate had already been cleared away several meters away, and their conversation could only be heard by the wind.

Xu Yang replied: "Dali Temple was disturbed last night, but His Majesty said in the early court that the matter is not small, and it is not enough for Dali Temple to investigate, and ordered the three divisions to interrogate."

Ji Bieyun listened silently.

The three divisions refer to Dali Temple, the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and Yushitai. Usually, only important cases will start the joint trial of the three divisions.As the minister of the Ministry of Rites, Zheng Yu had a high official position and died of an assassination, which aroused the emperor's suspicion, which was reasonable.

"What about the others, didn't they say anything?"

Xu Yang shook his head, "I haven't heard of anyone singing the opposite tune, probably because they are afraid that they will be the next one to die suddenly."

After asking two questions, Prince Xian no longer cared about Zheng Yu's death, turned his head to look at the scenery in the suburbs of Beijing, and said with a long sigh: "The rivers and mountains are so beautiful, I also want to go all over Daliang, but it's a pity that the last two years I went In the distance, there is still a clear mountain."

Ji Bieyun heard the words and looked to the south where Xuanqing Mountain was located, but they were in the west of the city, the distance was too far, and their vision was blocked by half of the city.He only saw a few birds flying from the south, hovering above the tower, refusing to enter the city for a long time.

Prince Xian complained by himself, but no one dared to answer, and he, a newcomer, had to insist that silence is golden.

Sweeping his eyes to the bottom of the tower, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a horse-drawn cart to transport out tools for ramming earth, covered with a layer of oilcloth, and several people dressed as craftsmen walking aside.

After a few more glances, the prince said, "Curious?"

Ji Bieyun raised his eyes in surprise, and answered after settling his mind: "When I first came to Chenjing, I was a little curious about everything I saw."

"It's okay, you are so curious at this age." Prince Xian also looked down at the team of people, "This is transported to the imperial mausoleum, which is ten miles west of Chenjing."

Ji Bieyun was still waiting for the prince to continue to introduce him, but unexpectedly the prince would stop talking after saying one sentence, as if deliberately avoiding taboo.He suddenly recalled that Prince Xian, as the younger brother of the current emperor and a prince, would naturally be more careful.

When they left to return to the mansion, Xu Yang whispered to him: "The scale of the imperial mausoleum is huge this time. The Holy Majesty dispatched 1 craftsmen when he ascended the throne, but within two months, another [-] craftsmen were dispatched."

The voice of speaking was drowned in the sound of rolling wheels, Ji Bieyun smiled indistinctly, hiding his ridicule.When he opened his mouth again, he asked, "What about the scale of the late emperor's tomb?"

Xu Yang thought for a moment, then shrugged, "It's quite satisfactory."

As the founding king of the country, the first emperor made great military exploits throughout his life.

Before the founding of Daliang, the entire Central Plains was divided by large and small countries, and the regimes continued to overlap, which was extremely difficult to last.Taizu unified the entire Central Plains, and he still didn't stop after that. He also attacked the barbarian land in the south - Nanchen.

Such a feat, in the end, death is death, and was carried into the emperor's mausoleum to sleep forever.

However, everyone has their own way of death, and even the grave bags after death have their own distinctions.

Some people have yellow intestines, and some people throw their corpses in the mountains.

Thinking of this, Ji Bieyun stopped thinking, unwilling to think about it any further.

Walking a few steps on the streets of Chenjing, you can see patrolling soldiers. As he walks in the city full of security, he feels that the sense of panic just now has gradually subsided.

This is a city that gathers the absurdity of the world, so what is he afraid of?