Grandpa is such a bird

In the early morning of this day, many people have seen the monk in cassock with their own eyes. The sun rose from behind him, illuminating his red robe, rolling fine golden awns all over his body. On the slate, it is like stepping on snow.

The emperor looked around from the dark palace, his eyes were hurt by the sun, and after being slightly covered by the sun, he could clearly see the monks standing in front of the palace.

Just one glance shocked him.

The young man in the audience resembled the young emperor 20 years ago, with exactly the same handsome facial features, exactly the same calm and introverted temperament, and even the same ambition hidden in the depths of his eyes, which can only be seen clearly by the schemer.

The emperor's chest was shaking, and he looked at Rui Si, as if he was looking at another self, a cleaner, wanton and fearless self than the one in the past that suppressed the bloody darkness in his heart.

The young man Shi Shi stood still, met the emperor's eyes calmly, with a smile on the corner of his lips, and silently looked at the palace. He had never been here before, but it seemed that he had already had it at his fingertips.

The emperor pressed the back of the dragon chair with blue veins, his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his lips trembled faintly.

Seeing his silent and exhausted posture, Rui Si looked away, blinked slightly, and in an instant, he changed into a pure and innocent appearance.

Put your hands together and chant the Buddha's name.

The emperor regained his senses from the feeling of being on the verge of horror, and went to see the young man again, but he couldn't see everything just now, like a hallucination.

The emperor breathed slowly, savoring the terrifying sense of crisis with lingering fear.

Facing the sun, he saw a monk who looked very much like himself.

The statue of the gods and Buddhas.

The emperor lowered his eyelids, thinking in his heart, the Buddha who gave birth to his own face, doesn't this mean...

Yixuan at the side suddenly said in a low voice: "To worship the Buddha is to be everlasting. Your Majesty, it is for you."

The emperor was taken aback, gave him a gloomy look, and finally stood up from the dragon chair. He looked down at everyone, and finally recovered from the panic that arose in his heart when he saw the young man, and said with his hands behind his back: "Gods and Buddhas all the way!" Running around, I think I'm tired, come here, clean up the Ziwei Palace, and ask the gods and Buddhas to rest first."

The eunuch father-in-law immediately responded, walked a few steps sideways, and changed the direction of the whisk in his hand: "God and Buddha please."

The emperor said again: "Chan Master Yixuan, let's go together."

Surprised, Yixuan wanted to raise his eyelids to look at him, but tried his best to hold back, saluted him with clasped hands, and silently followed.

As soon as they entered Ziwei Palace, the gate of the palace was suddenly closed. Through the narrowing gap, Yixuan saw countless armored imperial guards running over, guarding the palace gate to death like an iron wall.

They are under house arrest.

Until it was confirmed that the palace door could not be opened, Yixuan whispered annoyedly: "The emperor doesn't believe us."

Ruisi turned back to Quantum Wei Palace, put the scepter aside, and said, "Not necessarily, at least he didn't send us directly into the dungeon."

He went inside and sat down on the soft bed covered with golden silk and jade brocade quilt: "You haven't slept all night, come here and rest for a while."

Yixuan's eyes turned blue, he was growing up, he didn't often stay up late, trotted over, and said in a low voice: "My lord is still in the palace, if the emperor refuses to make you the crown prince, will he move..."

Ruisi put his fingers against his lips, stopped his voice, pulled him to the soft bed, lay down on his back, used his hands as pillows, and squinted at him: "Don't worry about things you shouldn't worry about, little Zen master , you read Zen to me."

Yixuan wanted to say, you are not older than me, but he didn't dare to say it, his water-pink lips moved softly, and finally sat quietly on the other side of the limp.

When Rui Si appeared in the palace, before the emperor explained, anyone who was not blind would have noticed that this face, which looked exactly like Lao Tzu's, was declaring his identity anytime and anywhere.

As long as the emperor travels around the world, pays private visits in a micro-service, does not have any romantic affairs, and brings back a few small wild animals, it seems that the trip is for nothing.

A prince like this who was born outside, although he bears the title of prince, is not as good as the orthodox blood trained by the famous general in the palace. , Like a thunderous storm, it blew across the court and the public for a while, and then associating with the Emperor Idiot Buddha, the originally peaceful Sangong Sixth Courtyard suddenly seemed to be thrown into a thunderbolt, and it was revived overnight.

As soon as the emperor put Ruisi under house arrest, civil servants, military generals, empresses and concubines flocked to him after hearing the news. They only cared about one thing: how the emperor would deal with this person.

In the secret pavilion, the emperor was holding Shanyue's last letter and sitting in the shadow under the window lattice, without speaking for a long time.

The eunuch stood aside, not daring to vent his anger.

After a while, the emperor suddenly took a deep breath, lowered his eyelids and stroked the soaring dragon pattern on the yellow robe: "Go pass on the prime minister, the grand master and grand master come."

After receiving the order, the three important ministers rushed into the palace without even caring about the food.

Before meeting the emperor, they were skeptical about the news from the palace. When they saw the rightful lord, they circulated and read Chan Master Shanyue’s last letter. Some seemed unable to sit still.

The contents of the letter were shocking, and people didn't know how to open their mouths. If they said nonsense, they couldn't believe it, and who would dare to guarantee the fate of the Great Jing country involved behind it.

The emperor said in a deep voice, "What do you think, my loves?"

Grand Master Zhang Wen glanced at the prime minister beside him, and said thoughtfully: "The fortune of the country is a major event, can you invite Qin Tianjian to enter the cabinet to deduce the astrological calculation, so as to measure..."

"No need." The emperor interrupted him, his eyes rolled across the faces of several ministers like knives, and he said: "The emperor's star is dim, I have already sent someone to look at it."

Zhang Wen was shocked, his face turned pale, and he looked at the prime minister suddenly.

The prime minister is the father of the queen in the palace, and now the last person who may be crowned prince is Yin Zhe, the second prince who comes from the queen's womb.Although the East Palace has not yet been formally established, Yin Zhe has already regarded himself as a prince.

The prime minister's face was covered with wrinkles, each of which was soaked with the deep meaning of years of struggling in the officialdom. He slowly bowed his hands to the emperor: "Shan Yue Chan Master is my number one Chan Master in Dajing, and his cultivation is boundless. Ordinary people dare not comment on it."

The emperor looked at him, and the prime minister changed his voice: "However, it is impossible to verify whether this letter really came from Zen Master Shanyue. As far as I know, Zen Master Shanyue never mentioned this person before he left Beijing. Is there anyone who has bad intentions and used Shanyue?" The identity of Zen Master Yue and His Majesty's pious heart to the Buddha disturbed my Dajing's discipline, so I don't know."

The emperor said: "What does the prime minister mean?"

The prime minister smiled: "The old minister thinks that only after confirming whether Zen Master Shanyue is really dead, where is his real body, and whether the letter is written by Zen master himself, can we discuss what is said in the letter."

"How does Ai Qing want to verify?"

The prime minister said: "Chan Master Shanyue left Beijing this time to find the princess of Houmin, and Mr. Du Yundu in Luo'an City is one of the entourages. Du Yun is my loyal minister of Dajing. Sincerely, you might as well call him into the palace and ask Shanyue Chan Master about his death, so that His Majesty can give an explanation to the people of the world."

The prime minister is really an old fox, he is impeccable in his words and deeds.

The emperor looked at him, his expression changed from unfathomable to expressionless, he propped his head, squinted at the people in the secret pavilion, and said: "In that case, let Du Yun come to Beijing."

The imperial decree was expedited for eight hundred miles, day and night, and finally delivered to Lord Du Yundu, the magistrate of Luo'an City, on the fifth day.

After Du Yun received the imperial edict, his expression changed unpredictably. He stared at the bright yellow silk for a while, gritted his teeth, and said to a man in black beside him, "Yu Xian, we are gods."

At this time, in the imperial palace, Ziwei Palace, Ruisi, who had been under house arrest for many days, and little Zen master Yixuan sat cross-legged on the bed to play chess.

Yixuan looked absently at the entrance of the hall, and said in a low voice, "Are we going to wait like this forever? What do you think Lord Nineteen thinks? Since there are people from us hidden in the palace, why doesn't he let someone deliver a letter to us?"

Ruisi held the chess piece in his hand, and slowly dropped it, looking at him with a slight smile: "Little Zen master, be patient."

Yi Xuan hesitantly withdrew his gaze.

In a guest room in Chang'an Temple, the noon sun shines in from the window, the fat orange cat sinks in the soft quilt, squints slightly, looking at the cat crawling around and playing in its fluff with a loving face. little bird cub.

The little yellow bird stood on the windowsill, looking at the sky seriously.

Light clouds floated by, he frowned, flapped his wings impatiently, turned around, looked down at the little bird cubs that had begun to grow fur and were crawling all over the bed, and said, "Hey."

The little bird raised its slender neck and stared at him with small dark eyes.

Ling Jiang flew in front of him, rubbed its fine feathers with his small wings, and said, "Let me take you to find your father? Huh?"

The little bird cub didn't know if he understood, so he was happy, and replied childishly: "Meow~"