Grandpa is such a bird

Ling Jiang stood by the bed, staring at the quail eggs buried inside, a little dazed.

The orange cat was covered in fur, walking up and down by the bed, looking very anxious, just like the man who was about to become a father before the delivery room.

On the contrary, Ling Jiang's biological father didn't have much reaction, he turned to Yin Chenglan by the door and said, "Chirp!"

It wasn't until he finished chirping that he realized that he didn't understand.

Yin Chenglan sensed something was wrong, looked at Lingjiang's stunned expression, and panicked, he hurriedly maneuvered the wheelchair over, a few steps away, brushed against the corner of the table, and even forgot to use the lightness kung fu.

Ever since he was a child, Yin Chenglan has seen baby birds break their shells countless times, but this time he felt like the sky was falling apart. He bumped into the bed in a little embarrassment, and saw the quail in his house in a circle formed by the quilt. There was a small hole the size of a mung bean on the egg, and at the moment he just passed by, something flashed through the small hole.

Yin Chenglan couldn't help pulling Lingjiang's little wings, and said excitedly: "Is that my son?"

Ling Jiang glanced at him, drew back his wings, and said calmly, "Chirp."

if not.

Yin Chenglan never thought that he would have a cub in his entire life. The one who gave birth to his mother was a bird, and the one who gave birth to a mother was a bird, and Peng Bai was speechless in his heart for a while.

He has always been reserved and steady, but now he is beaming with joy, grinning like a fool, and keeps poking the little yellow bird, asking: "Is it its beak just now? It was pecking at the shell? Why isn't it pecking now? I just didn't see its little mouth clearly."

Lingjiang: "..."

A bird's beak is just a bird's beak, what kind of mouth is it? It's still small.

Only the small hole with undulating edges remained on the bird's nest. The little mouth that gnawed on the eggshell just now was probably tired, so it was retracted and never exposed again.

Yin Chenglan probed and waited for a while, but he didn't arrive, and sighed in disappointment.

The little yellow bird standing on the edge of the quilt scratched its butt with its paws boredly, thinking, otherwise he would just knock the balls open.

But this thought was just a flash, and rashly prying open the eggshell from the outside could easily injure the young bird.

Breaking the shell is a long and difficult process, but the deep and distant bells outside are undulating and echoing in Chang'an Temple. Seeing Yin Chenglan staring at the quail eggs, Lingjiang flew to his face without intending to leave. Stepping on the tip of her tall nose, narrowing her small black eyes, she said sternly, "Chirp."

Urge him to go about his own business first.

Yin Chenglan snorted, pinched the little yellow bird's wings and plucked him off: "It's blocked."

Ling Jiang had no choice but to fly behind him, grab his collar, and drag him out the door.

The neckline strangled his throat, and his breathing became stagnant. Pavilion Master Yin, who had been waiting to see his small mouth, came back to his senses. Hearing the sound of the ancient clock outside the window, he felt a feeling in his heart. , the scenery is beautiful, nothing can compare to the shy movement of this quail egg in front of you.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the crazy jump in his heart, rubbed his face with his hands, and said with a wry smile: "Okay."

Ling Jiang even gestured with his wings and claws, asking him to go to the palace first, and stay behind until the egg cracked. Once the bird came out and Yin Chenglan hadn't returned, he would go to see him with the baby on his back, and let him explain his thoughts Egg pain.

Yin Chenglan had no choice but to agree. Before leaving, he reluctantly glanced at the quail eggs, still expecting his son to peck the shells.

He said: "Qian Fan's last letter has already revealed Ruisi's whereabouts to the emperor. In a few days, the emperor will most likely send troops to surround Chang'an Temple to find the person he mentioned in the letter, but the officers and soldiers can't find him. You just need to stay here in peace.”

Ling Jiang grabbed his finger, nodded his head, pecked Yin Chenglan's lips, and watched him leave Chang'an Temple.

The ancient temple on the top of the mountain, standing on the edge of the cliff, you can see the capital city [-] miles away from the moat. The bells are ringing and the food is extremely luxurious and prosperous. A's trickery.

Yin Chenglan wants to get back all the things that were lost ten years ago by surprise, but after he got Wanli Jiangshan, he had the heart of death before, and wanted to take away the Jiangshan that he couldn't get from the hands of the emperor and hand it over to him personally. In the hands of the cultivated heirs, tooth for tooth, blood for blood, that's all.But now that Yin Chenglan's viciousness has been cured, and there are still a hundred years to live in the future, how did he plan, how did he plan?

Lingjiang couldn't figure out Yin Chenglan's heart at all.

From the beginning to the end, all he wanted was this person, but what was Yin Chenglan thinking in his heart? Would he be willing to let go of the thousands of ravines in his heart, leave the supreme imperial capital, and walk the streets with him? Lane, grow flowers and amuse birds, live a peaceful life.

Ling Jiang thought, if Yin Chenglan still wanted to be emperor, he could only knock him unconscious and kidnap him.

In the imperial palace of the imperial capital, the emperor was holding Zen Master Shanyue's last letter, his brows and eyes were thundering, his expression seemed angry, joyful, surprised, suspicious, his emotions were complicated and difficult to distinguish, and he was a bit treacherous.

Yixuan stood aside, dressed in green robes, with a thin figure, holding a bright red Buddhist bead in his hand, he was as calm as ever in the emperor's mysterious and inexplicable expression, very much like his calm and composed man master.

He is still young, his chest is thin, and he still shows innocence and ignorance from time to time, but at this moment, before the coercion of the emperor, he has a composure that does not belong to this age.

There seemed to be blood in the emperor's eyes, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sullen, and said in a strange tone: "Have you ever read Shanyue's letter?"

Yi Xuan said: "Never."

The emperor threw the letter in front of him, and Yixuan picked it up.

He knew what he wrote. This is a must-write, and it is also a book of omens. The first letter is magnanimous, the Buddha Dharma is prosperous, and the second letter has nine deaths without regret. The real Buddha entered the world, the son of the real dragon. Destiny, the East Palace is ordered to protect the peace of the Great Jing for hundreds of generations, and shine through the ages of Mingjun.

To put it plainly, before Shanyue died, she told the emperor that today the world is clean and peaceful, and there are many disciples of Buddhism. As an eminent monk, he had a glimpse of the secret, so he had to tell the emperor that there is the emperor's blood in Chang'an Temple. With the destiny, His Majesty must order him to be the crown prince, so that Dajing can be kept peaceful for a hundred years, and then he will be famous in history as a Mingjun.

That was what they had planned a long time ago, to force the emperor to take the initiative to make Ruisi the crown prince, a legitimate crown prince, no civil servant or military general could refute it, and no one could oppose it.

Although Yixuan knew it, he didn't pretend to be surprised, nor did he turn pale with shock. Instead, he carefully read Master's handwriting, from the familiar handwriting to the indifference hidden between the lines. With a smile on his lips, he raised his eyes, faced the emperor, and said: "There is indeed a man in Chang'an Temple, and he is the brother who gave me the scarf. My brother is compassionate and solemn, and he is generous. He is often called by the ancient monks and living Buddhas." Lower your brows for Bodhisattvas, your treasures are solemn, and you are born for the salvation of all people."

The emperor lowered his eyes, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were tense, there was a deep meaning in his eyes, and he said slowly: "... Purdue sentient beings, how to cross?"

Yixuan said: "Punishing the evil and encouraging the good is crossing over, and saving suffering and adversity is crossing over."

He raised his head and looked straight at the emperor: "Haiyan Heqing was ordered by the heaven to cross, and the first is to cross the disciples of Buddhism, and the latter is to cross the world!"

The emperor's pupils shrank, his body trembled, he pointed at Yixuan, and forced out a few words from between his teeth: "Dajing Jiangshan, are you talking nonsense!"

As soon as the words fell, the guards outside the hall suddenly rushed in, put several silver knives on Yixuan's shoulders, and forced him to kneel on the bluestone hall.

He knelt down straight, his thin bones collided with the cold ground, making a crisp impact sound, the ancient wooden red beads hit the silver knife with a wide face and thick back, the bright knife flashed, and the beads scattered in an instant one place.

The emperor raised his eyes and saw that the rolling red Buddha beads looked like bright red blood flowing out from the monk in green robes, spreading out like a glaring pool of blood.

Blood was seen in the hall, but it is unknown.

The emperor ruined the lives of countless people here, but no blood splashed out.

Now the beads, which symbolize the purity of compassion, flowed to the emperor's feet like blood.

The dragon boots touched the Buddhist beads, and they were put away suddenly.

Kneeling on the ground, Yixuan caught a glimpse, feeling that God would help him, and immediately said loudly: "Your Majesty, if you obey the destiny of the true Buddha, the world will be peaceful, otherwise the wind will rise from the end of Qingping, and then the flames will rise everywhere, and the unknown will bring down a big thorn!"

The emperor was furious, and swept away the memorial on the imperial case, and the guard's knife pressed towards Yixuan's neck, sticking tightly to his thin skin.

The emperor supported the table, stared coldly at the monk on the ground, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and hissed, "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Yixuan knelt on the ground with his shoulders down and his forehead pressed against the ground. He felt a pain in his neck, and a thin bead of blood flowed down from his neck. His hand on the ground trembled faintly, and he didn't get anxious until now.

The emperor doesn't believe this, what should he do, how can he let the emperor welcome Mr. Ruisi into the palace, make him the crown prince, and complete the plan of the nineteenth master...

Fine beads of sweat finally ooze from Yixuan's forehead. He lowered his head and looked around in a panic. When he saw the string of beads left by his master, his heart suddenly calmed down. He closed his eyes and did not move. Sensually wiped the sweat from his forehead on his sleeves, thinking what would happen if the master was here, would he kneel on the ground as useless as himself and panic, would he be afraid of the emperor's anger and scolding.

Master won't, his heart is as firm as a rock, and he will never be afraid of changes in the situation. What would he do? If it were Master, how would he convince the emperor.

Yixuan slowly calmed down, and he remembered that Master would not do anything, nor would he say anything, and now under the emperor's fury, it would be futile to do anything and say anything, it would be better to talk about this matter instead of wasting more time Push it to the emperor, His Majesty the emperor, he is suspicious by nature, he once killed his siblings who trusted him, he betrayed the nineteenth master, trust is like dried grass to him, it will be burned to ashes at the touch of a spark, nothing will happen will be left.

He lived in the nightmare set by the prince all day long, even if he changed the prince's bedroom and study into a Buddhist hall, suppressed it with golden Buddha statues, and the fragrance of Buddha wafted day and night, the dark haze in his heart could not be dispelled.

He never sincerely turned to the gods and Buddhas, and the gods and Buddhas would not really favor him, even if he could deceive the people of the world and the historians. You can't even fool yourself.

Yixuan silently guessed, and then came to his own conclusion with keen observation, so he propped up his upper body and let the guard's big knife cut a deeper bloody gash on the side of his neck, leaving a large dark blood stain on his green robe. Meeting the emperor's gaze, he smiled slightly.

The emperor was angry: "Why are you laughing, do you think I dare not kill you!"

Yixuan shook his head, and said softly: "Because of seeing the remaining blood of the wolf smoke, all living beings are destitute, it is better to die under the sword of your majesty, and go to see Zen Master Shanyue as soon as possible."

The emperor was furious, stared at Yixuan, and said several times in a row, "How dare you..." But for some reason, he never said the following words.

Outside the main hall, the bells from three mountains and six rivers echoed in the green tiles, vermilion and gilt halls. The emperor listened in a daze, staggered his steps, kicked the falling Buddha beads, and watched Yixuan's eyes gradually fade away. Anger turned to horror.

Throughout the ages, there has been no high-ranking person whose hands are not stained with blood.Fraternal fratricide, how was it ever a minority in the emperor's family, why did it fall into his hands, and now, only he is afraid, only he can't sleep peacefully day and night, and has become a demon of pain and suffering.

The emperor leaned on the table and sat down.

He remembered that those emperors killed ministers who were alien to him, and only he was the one who killed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who trusted him, treated him as himself, regarded him as his own brother, and cared for his life. In his cage, he personally killed his only brother who was confidant.

The emperor closed his eyes, pressed his head, and waved his hands. Tiredness and oldness crept into the corners of his eyes: "You step back, let me, I think about it."

With the long knife removed, Yixuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pulled up his robe and bowed to the emperor, turned around and exited the Luan Hall, and returned to the Hall of Rites and Buddhas.

The clear and distant bells in the Hall of the Buddha are still echoing, and the sound of the wheelchair rolling can be heard from the side room with glass tassels on the floor. Yixuan saw the nineteenth master who came at some time, holding a teacup in his hand, and smiled at him: "Thanks for your hard work. "

Yi Xuan pursed his lips and shook his head.

Yin Chenglan looked at the vast sky outside, and said, "Shanyue said that she can let it go, and when the time comes, this king will be as free and easy as him."

Yixuan lowered his head, secretly looking at him with his eyes.

At this moment, a chirping bird suddenly appeared outside the window, and King Huaiyuan was delighted. Looking carefully, the joy in his eyes disappeared like a cloud of smoke without a sound.

Just an ordinary little sparrow.

A look of sadness appeared on the thin and handsome face, it wasn't his bird.

Looks like his chicks haven't hatched yet.

It was a great regret in my life that I couldn't see Zai Zai's small mouth with my own eyes before leaving.