Grandpa is such a bird

In Chang'an Temple, the little bird that Yin Chenglan was thinking about had enough rest, and was pecking at the shell, pecking for a while and stopping for a while, and the transparent liquid flowed out along the eggshell.

The little yellow bird who had been standing by the side saw it, and moved aside in disgust, thinking to himself: "What is this oozing, egg white?"

After being speechless for a while, he thought again: "If it's egg white, it hasn't grown well yet."

Feeling uneasy in his heart, he hesitated for a moment, the little yellow bird moved over, lay down on the eggshell, squinted one eye to look inside, and wanted to see if his little bird was crippled.

He had seen the hardness of the egg shell before, and he thought it was the quail egg that rolled around freely and could not be damaged by bumps. The whole bird had just climbed up, scratched the small hole, and was about to poke its eyes out to see it. He heard a crisp cracking sound from under him, and then, before he could react, the tiny quail eggs were covered with spider silk cracks in an instant, and shattered into dozens of petals at a lightning speed. .

Ling Jiang fell into the eggshell with a puff, and sat on the floor covered with eggshell fragments, his whole body was sticky, and he met a bald and featherless pink bird.

"Don't tell your dad that I crushed you."

Bald Bird: "..."

Wow--

It's too unspeakable why I still cry.

Ling Jiang pulled one side of the quilt, wiped the mucus on his body, and squinted at the naked bird.

It's really ugly, there are only a few sparse hairs on its body, and they are all glued together. The color of the hair is unknown, and the dull hair on the head is still a little red.

The small wings are fleshy, like chickens that have just been plucked and are ready to be grilled with oil, chili and cumin.

The corners of Lingjiang's eyes twitched, and his small wings poked the bald little bird.

The little bird was just born, and was frightened by this again. After being poked by him, the little bird fell upside down into the fragments of the eggshell.

A heart-piercing meow exploded in Lingjiang's ears, the fat wild orange cat slapped Lingjiang away with a pad, and squatted down in front of the broken eggshell, looking at the limp bird with amber eyes , stuck out a bright red tongue and licked the little thing.

Seeing the way it is cautiously afraid of being broken, it is really like its own.

Lingjiang originally thought that this cat hatched patiently for the purpose of having a full meal after breaking its shell. From this point of view, it was really a waste of time to raise it.

He saw the wild cat tentatively touch the little bird lightly with its meat pad, purring in satisfaction from its throat.

Lingjiang felt uncomfortable, and pecked at the fat butt of the wild cat: "I gave birth, hey, I gave birth!"

The orange cat flicked its tail and blocked him.

Seeing that it wanted to take care of the little bird, Lingjiang was bored, wiped himself off the quilt, and flew out of the room, intending to find something to feed the little thing.

Ling Jiang found some washed green vegetable leaves in the kitchen, tore off the cloth and wrapped them up. When he saw the steamed buns in the steamer, he also pecked off a piece. He also found flour made from millet and wrapped them in cloth. Stir it and grind it into a paste, which can basically be fed to young birds.

Anyway, since he was born, he was very solid, as long as it was edible, he would eat it, and he would not die of hunger, nor would he eat badly.

Flying high, Lingjiang could see everything in Chang'an Temple. Lingjiang grabbed the little cloth bag and went back to the house, planning to take Xiaoxiong to the palace and see his father when he was full.

A person from the quaint monastery pushed open the mountain gate and walked in. Ling Jiangfei glanced in the air and saw that it was Yin Shijiu's adopted son.

Ling Jiang paused, his wings twirled, and he followed Ruisi to the eaves of his room. He pushed aside a piece of rubble with his paws, and squatted down.

In the room, Ruisi's mother was sitting at the table with a bundle in her hand.

Rui Si said: "The emperor already knows that I am here, and the person who came to arrest me should be on his way."

Simu Shi clutched a corner of the bag, her beautiful eyes showed worry: "If he doesn't believe it, what should I do? If the emperor wants to kill you..."

Ruisi pressed her hand: "Mother, don't worry, if the emperor refuses to believe it, he will tear his face completely, use a knife and gun, shed some blood, and die a few more people."

When he said this, he was still wearing a green robe and his brows were light. However, at that moment, Lingjiang saw from him the innate desolation that flowed in his body and belonged to the inner courtyard of the deep palace. and indifference.

This is an extremely contradictory existence. He yearns for a pure and uncontroversial world of Brahman, but is born with a cold heart of a high-ranking person, as if he was born here just to become a certain kind of person.

Lingjiang thought to himself, when Yin Chenglan met him, he didn't know who helped whom.

Ruisi took the bundle from his mother's hand, and after opening it, it was a red cassock embroidered with gold thread and trimmed.

"The nineteenth master gave you this."

Ruisi touched the robes and realized that from this moment on, he was no longer a young monk in the Lizhou monastery, but a strategist wearing cassocks, holding a scepter, and a river of blood in his heart.

That night, the rainy night sky was as clear as water, dark blue stars trembled in the wind, and a few black shadows flashed past in the dimly lit palace, even the palace lanterns hanging on the eaves were not disturbed.

The shadow jumped to the roof of the glazed tile hall, and after meeting, it quickly scattered into the imperial palace of the Jade Tower and Golden Hall.

A shadow landed on a prince's palace, almost passing by the forbidden army outside the palace gate without a sound.

The intricately carved temple door was pushed open a gap, and the black shadow flew out a kiss to the Imperial Guard who was facing away from him, twisted his thin waist and hips and flashed in, and after a while, floated out again, with his backhand The door of the palace was closed, and his figure was like a flexible fish, turning over and jumping onto the eaves.

He sat down on the eaves, crossed his legs, and waited for someone to come.

Before the person came, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his waist from behind, and said in a low voice: "Okay?"

Lian Song glanced at him, twisted his waist to avoid Qi Ying's shackles: "Well, I also touched his sleeping point by the way, so that he can get a good sleep at night, and tomorrow it's time for your Highnesses to perform."

The moonlight shone on his face, his skin was as smooth as jade, Qi Ying rubbed his head: "I haven't seen him for a few days, he is even more handsome, and his waist seems to be much narrower."

Lian pressed the song and scolded with a smile: "It's nothing, what are you doing staring at the uncle's waist, frying the waist."

Qi Ying smiled lowly: "Well, the taste may be good."

After a few random words, the rest of the shadows also converged. Seeing that no one missed, Qi Ying waved his hand and led them to disappear into the moonlight.

The rest of the people lined up and hid in the dark again. Qi Ying and Lian followed the song and went to the Buddha Hall to meet the Nineteenth Master.

The imperial guards in the Hall of Rituals and Buddhas had been secretly changed long ago, wearing the same human skin masks as before and occupying a palace in this heavily guarded place.

Clothed in pale yellow moonlight, the two of them were stepping on the green tiles and vermilion roof, and were about to enter the main hall, when suddenly, Qi Ying glanced down and stood still: "He's here."

"Who?" Lian asked according to the song, and when he scanned down, he saw Feng Jing, the commander of the imperial army, leading a row of soldiers towards the Buddha Hall.

They lowered their bodies at the same time and sang together: "What does he mean by coming now? Doubt the little Zen master?"

Qi Ying shook her head: "Let's see."

In the hall, two floor-standing oil lamps illuminate a dimly warm room.

Yixuan and Yin Chenglan sat opposite each other, two cups of tea with a faint tea fragrance, the young monk was reciting Zen, Yin Chenglan was playing with a string of Buddhist beads in his hands, watching his nose, nose and heart, waiting for the dawn.

Just when the sound of footsteps appeared faintly, Yin Chenglan stopped him for a while, and said: "Someone is coming, don't panic, and stay the same." After finishing speaking, he manipulated the wheelchair and hid in the side hall.

Immediately, Feng Jing rushed in with people and surrounded the people on the couch.

Without raising an eye, holding the Buddhist beads, he said calmly, "What is the Commander trying to do?"

Feng Jing bowed to him: "Your Majesty can't sleep at night, and I want Zen Master to give Zen lectures in the Jingxin Hall. This subordinate has come here to invite you." As he spoke, his eyes fell on the two cups of tea on the small table on the couch, and his pupils fell into a trance. Shrinking a bit, the dark eyes flashed a dim light under the candlelight.

He casually sat across from Yixuan, where Yin Chenglan was sitting just now, picked up the cup of tea, looked at it carefully, as if he was suddenly attracted by the pattern on the teacup: "Master Zen has a guest?"

Yixuan's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to bite his lip subconsciously, but accidentally bumped into Feng Ping's sharp gaze. His hand holding the Buddhist beads tightened, his nails dug into his flesh, and stabbed him in pain. wake up.

He secretly let go, so that he didn't look too nervous, put the beads on the table, turned his head and said, "Yes."

Feng Jing stared at him sharply: "Who?"

Yixuan said: "Buddha, can't I respect Buddha's mercy with a cup of bitter tea?"

Feng Jing didn't get what he wanted, so he put down the teacup, and said with no expression: "Chan Master doesn't know, just after you left today, His Majesty let the Imperial Army go out of the palace secretly, as if to arrest someone, Zen Master thinks Your Majesty ordered you to go tonight, will it have anything to do with this matter?"

Yi Xuan frowned slightly and looked at him.What does this person mean by saying these words?He already knew that they used the luck of the country to force the emperor to replace the crown prince?Or have you begun to doubt his identity?

Yixuan analyzed quickly in his heart, sweat unintentionally broke out on his forehead.

Lying on the eaves without moving, Lian Song said with his lips: How to solve it?

Qi Ying lowered his head: Wait, Master hasn't ordered yet.

After a while, Yixuan figured it out, this person was here to trick him, the emperor would not easily tell the commander of the imperial army about such shocking events, and the change of the crown prince would involve many forces, how many eyes in the palace would be blindsided They stared at each other, once the news leaked out, the palace would not be as quiet as it is now. What they had grasped at the beginning was not the emperor's jealousy, fear, fear and vanity.

Yixuan said: "The poor monk doesn't know, so please ask Commander Feng to lead the way."

Feng Jing hit a soft nail and didn't get any useful information, so he had a gloomy face, and in front of Yixuan, he winked at his subordinates and asked them to enter the side hall to search.

Yixuan knew that Yin Chenglan was extremely skilled, so he was not worried. After a while, he saw four or five imperial guards coming out of the side hall empty-handed, and whispered something to Feng Jing. Went to the meditation hall.

In the middle of the night, when Yixuan arrived at the Jingxin Hall, he found an old man kneeling outside the hall. Looking at his clothes, he should be the Heavenly Supervisor in charge of astronomical phenomena.

Qin Tianjian knelt on the ground, his body trembling like sifting chaff, when he heard footsteps, the old man slightly raised his eyes and saw the frightened look on his face clearly.

What made him frightened like this?

Feng Jing pushed open the door of the hall and let Yixuan walk in.

The hall was dimly lit, and the smell of blood could be vaguely smelled. There was a person standing in the dark depths. The moonlight shone on the pale carved doors and windows, reflecting his undulating back. Yixuan heard the suppressed panting sound coming from there. come over.

The emperor said: "Chan Master Shanyue...is he really gone?"

Yixuan was startled, before he could speak, he heard the emperor say again: "I dreamed about the prince again. Shanyue said that the prince was seriously injured and would not live long. Right next to me, watching me all the time."

The emperor held on to the window rail: "Just now the people from the Qin Tianjian actually said that the emperor's star is dim. What does it mean that the emperor's star is dim? My son, but you and other monks can interfere."

Yixuan said: "Your Majesty does not believe in Chan Master Shanyue."

The emperor stood in the dark, looked down at him, did not answer his words, and said to himself: "I have already sent someone to Chang'an Temple, what do you think the person who will be brought back will be like?"

Yixuan said: "He is a living Buddha in this world, with compassion in the six realms."

The emperor suddenly strode up to Yixuan from the dark, stared at him, and said, "In that case, I will make him the number one eminent monk. Isn't he a living Buddha? Shouldn't he bless me Dajing!"

The tone suddenly rose: "How can a monk get a glimpse of my Dajing's country and become the emperor of my Jing country?!"

Yixuan was shocked by his crazy words, the moonlight shone on the emperor's face through the paper window, whitening his facial features, Yixuan saw the emperor's old face, thought of Rui Si, and suddenly understood what happened. Where did the absurd idea of ​​trying to change hands of the country without a single soldier come from.

He is worthy of being the apprentice personally selected by Shanyue. He is extremely intelligent and his heart is clearer than water. Yixuan immediately pulled up his robe and knelt down, and said sincerely and flatteringly: "Your Majesty, he is the blood that you devoted yourself to cultivating in Buddha. Once you see it, you will understand.”

In Chang'an Temple, the torch is like a dragon, illuminating half of the mountain top.

The flames shone on the window far away. Ling Jiang opened his eyes and saw the bald cub sleeping soundly in the soft long fur of the orange cat. He picked up the quilt and pulled it to the orange cat's body, covered them, and then flew out.

Landing on a treetop, I saw the monks and the imperial guards in the mountain temple standing with swords drawn, their faces glaring at each other, and the faces of the people illuminated by the torches were shining brightly.

The leader of the forbidden army was about to signal the crowd to rush in, when the temple door opened, and a man in a monk's robe stepped out.

Seeing him, Ling Jiang's eyes lit up, and he saw Ruisi wearing the golden-red gown that he saw in the daytime, holding a precious jade walking stick in his hand, all of which were luxuriously decorated, under the light of the fire, The golden threads flowed under the robe, like nine heavens of gilded fire. He had a solemn expression, soaked in Buddhist incense and Zen scriptures all year round, with the same compassion as a Buddha statue in front of his brows. Everyone on the scene.

Rui Si said, "Let's go."

The monks came out in a single file and followed behind him, passing through the fire in a mighty manner. The momentum of the battle was astonishing as the scene of the heavenly palace.

Ling Jiang looked at it and thought, Yin Shijiu is too good at making things, he would feel that Rui Si is a living Buddha when he sees it.

In the late night of the day in the imperial capital, many people stayed up all night. The dim dawn was bordered by a gray-blue cloud in the sky. In the dark, they moved their sore legs and looked at the emperor with his forehead propped on the dragon chair.

The man turned his head sideways, most of his face was hidden in the shadows, a few deep wrinkles emerged from his closed eyes, and he seemed to have the usual expression inside, with an indescribable severity.

The palace's lacquered red gate slowly opened, and Rui Si was wearing robes, as if he had returned from a long journey to Tianzhu, stepping into the palace for the first time as a monk of Chang'an Temple.

Without squinting, he walked through the long corridor through the thin mist in the morning, and met maidservants and eunuchs rushing back and forth, some of them stood and waited, some of them looked around curiously, his heart was as calm as water, and he was thinking about something indifferently.

One day many years later, when he was walking alone in this endless corridor, he suddenly thought that what he was thinking at that time was that one day these people would kneel down and kowtow nine times to respect me when they saw me.