MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 109 Qing Temple has rain
~ Date: ~09月20日~
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Very subtle footsteps sounded in the courtyard outside the door, the sound was very weak, especially the vegetable market at the end of the alley was still busy, and it was always going to be lively, so these weak feet were almost obscured by the faint voice of bargaining. .
However, these weak footsteps fell in Fan's ear but it was very clear. He squinted and listened to the outside movement. The **** ring finger of the hand subconsciously twitched twice, only to realize that his black dagger had already left. Falling in the autumn rain in front of the palace, I don't know where to go at this time, but he is still calm, still has full confidence to attack the outsiders.
Hong Yiqing clasped the dagger, carefully and silently guarded behind the door, held his breath, looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer, the figure was very strange and went straight to the door, then tapped twice and heard The rhythmic knocking of the door, Hong Yiqing's demeanor was clearly relaxed, because this cipher is the identification inside the group.
Fan Xian did not relax, because he did not fully grasp the fact that the Kai Nian group had been infiltrated by the court or had already reached the periphery. After all, from the Dazhou thing, the existence of Gundam was pushed out, and the emperor’s attention to intelligence in the palace far exceeded the judgment of Fan Xian and even Chen Pingping, and the inner court must have a lot of loyalty inside the supervision institute. Otherwise, it is extremely difficult to say that the ice cloud has controlled the gloomy yard within seven days.
"It's me." The figure outside the door seemed to know someone in the house, hoarse voice.
Upon hearing this voice, Hong Yiqing did not hear who the person was. Fan’s face changed immediately, and some joy. Some sadness, some accidents.
The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a strange face wearing a common vegetable farmer's outfit in the outskirts of Kyoto came in.
"Wangtou children?" Hong Yiqing lowered his voice. I didn't dare to look at the people, and I was able to distinguish the identity of the other party from the familiar smiles in the eyes. After all, he was the person who was personally picked into the group by Wang Qiian. He was still familiar with Wang Qiian, just... in the supervision In the minds of most officials, Wang Qiian died three years ago because of the Dadongshan rebellion. How did he live in front of himself today?
After disguising himself, Wang Qi-nian took a shot of Hong Yiqing’s shoulders, and then calmed down, and earnestly suppressed the excitement and stood behind the table.
"Let's talk again in the next day, there will always be goodbye. Go to the right thing." Fan Xiao laughed and threw the knife in his hand to Hong Yiqing. At this time, Hong Yiqing still looks like a god, but he also knows that things are urgent. I dare not delay, and I salute the two men, and I went to the grassland in the west to find the character called Songzhi Xianling.
Fan leisure came out from behind the table, went to Wang Qiian's face, quietly watched him for a moment, then hugged him, patted his back hard, then stood up straight and looked very easily. After Wang Qi-nian's easy tolerance, he still couldn't help himself.
Fan is looking at Wang Qiian. Wang Qi-nian also looked at him. Two of them had no words for a long time. After a long time, Fan Xian sighed and said: "It hasn't been seen for a long time."
On the road back to Beijing in Dongyi City. Wang Qi-nian desperately intercepted the horse team of the Supervisory Academy and informed Fan Xian of the shocking news. At that time, the two people had no time to say anything and sigh. Fan Xian got up and went straight to Kyoto. To save Chen Pingping.
Carefully counted, Fan Xian returned to Beijing exactly eight days. Wang Qi-nian rushed back to Kyoto again, and before that, Wang Qi-nian had once had a difficult journey from Dazhou to the northeast. Two long-distance treks made Wang Qi-nian, who was already young, exhausted to the extreme, even though he was One of the two wings of the Supervisory Academy is now almost unstoppable.
Fan Xian took him to the chair and sat down. After a moment of silence, he said, "Where are you in the past few years?" This sentence is very light, but it is very strong. Fan Xian knows that he is not dead, and he knows that Chen Pingping Under the arrangement, Wang Qiian and his family who fled Dadongshan were buried in the name of the family. For the safety of the Laowang family, Fan Xian only gave up the work after a brief investigation. In these three years, Fan Xian often remembered him, remembered his most intimate subordinate, and knew the most secretive old man.
"In fact, I have never been to Beijing. I have been at the side of the dean. I have been watching adults. I know that you have done well. You will be fine." In three years, the two did not feel the slightest alienation. Wang Qiian said with a voice in the sand. .
After a long silence, Fan said: "I am coming back late."
This is the case of Chen Pingping. Wang Qiian bowed his head and silenced for a long time. He said in a low voice: "It’s too late for me to report."
In fact, the two of them have done their best, but there is still no way to change the thing that has already happened. A faint sadness and self-blame are filled in the room.
“How is home?”
"Well, the court should not find it."
"That's good, come back to me."
"it is good."
This naturally went to the extreme answer, after Fan has been cold for a long time, the heart is hard to warm a trace, and asked softly: "Let you follow the brigade to Dongyi City, how come back?"
"The black riding of 4,500 full members has entered the Dongyi City area. One of the roads should start to go to the ten villages. The dean's account has been completed, so I rushed back. It only delayed for two days, so I slowed down. "Wang Qi-nian said: "Jing Ge, the old man at seven places, and the Zongchao are all in that way. The most powerful force left by the dean must be concentrated in the ten villages."
Fan is silent for a moment, and his face is complicated and laughs: "I can't think of the ten villages."
"The dean must know something, always know." Wang Qinian said.
"Don't say this." Fan sighed and sighed: "With you around, a lot of things are much easier to do. At least, like today, I still have to spend seven days. I can drill the net. ”
After a few words, Wang Qiian clearly understood what happened in Kyoto recently. He couldn’t help but sigh and sigh: "If the Supervisory Institute is still in hand, it will be much easier to start things."
Now Fan Fan can really believe in people who can make a move. In addition to the Kai Nian group, it is the subordinates of the confidants all over the world. However, the headquarters of the supervision institute has begun to gradually fall apart. In particular, Yan Bingyun and his sons and sons control the four generations. In the long run, Fan Xian and the old officials are in the hospital. The influence is only getting weaker and weaker.
"This is still the world under the shackles. Even at the beginning, the officials in the hospital will suffer from the pains of the dean, but for a long time, they must accept this reality. Zhongjun patriotism..." Fan’s lips He also showed contempt and disdain for the imperial power only in front of a very small number of people. “How many people dare to face the chair?”
"The adult is not the kind of person." Wang Qiian said in a hoarse voice, the words in this sentence naturally refer to the words of the sea, "I don't understand what the ice cloud thinks."
"The dean has an account for him." Fan idled his eyes and said: "The dean does not want the world to bleed because of him, and he tries his best to ensure the survival of my hands, separating me from him, if I... like He thought it would behave like that. After a few years, I will get up again. At that time... my Majesty may be old."
Yes, this is Chen Pingping’s wish. The appearance of this kind of desire is in line with the attitude that he is very recognized by the ice cloud, so the ice cloud is very calm and persistently arranged in accordance with Chen Pingping.
Next, it is necessary to look at the attitude of Fan.
"The ice cloud will not look at the hospital as a revenge machine. The public machine can't be used. This is probably a very advanced concept." Fan Xian calmly said: "However, he forgot, this world is his majesty. In a world, all the official force is a private device."
He sneered and said: "It's a pity that our little talker can't understand this. The loyal minister is not so good. I hope he can sit in the supervision court in the future."
Wang Qinian heard it. Fan Xian did not have much resentment for Yan Bingyun, and his eyes said slightly: "What do you do next?"
"You should rest first. Ten thousand years is too long. But you can't just fight for the night." Fan stood next to Wang Qiian, gently licking his shoulders, and said: "You are tired these days." I chose to stay in Beijing, and I guess that few people can find you, and then... I have something for you to do."
With Wang Qi-nian’s ability to trace the disappearance, even if the court’s big net outside Fanfu is still sprinkled, I’m afraid he can’t stop him from meeting Fan Fan. With him, Fan’s body is left in Kyoto, but he’s talking. The voice can finally be passed on, not as difficult as it was in the past seven days.
Wang Qi-nian already knows the information that Fan Fan sent to the world through the Kai Nian group. He did not make any suggestions for this plan. He just didn't know. Fan Xian wanted to unveil the card, but said that it was only passive. Defend, hide those strengths outside of Kyoto, and wait for a suitable opportunity to break out.
"I hope that the more the son can live and cool from the west." Fan Fei brows slightly melancholy. "I intended to let him go back to Beiqi to do this thing, but I have been somewhat uneasy. After all, they are willing to follow me, but after all, Because I am celebrating people, even...may be in their eyes, I am a part of the royal family, so even if they face their majesty, they can be justified, but if it is Beiqi..."
He looked up and looked at Wang Qiian: "If I want to take you to treason, will you follow me?"
Wang Qi-nian smiled and stood up and said: "Is this kind of thing done less in the past few years? Even if the adults want to take me to the soil, I have to go."
Fan Xiaoxiao smiled and said: "So, this thing is only for you to do, I am relieved." Small courtyard, destined, this small courtyard that spent 120 or two of silver from now on, probably very No one will come back for a long time, only lonely raindrops and lonely spider webs will accompany those smooth paper and cold ink sticks.
A big hat was covered in the top of Fan’s head, along the muddy road in the market, he was far from the figure of Wang Qiian’s stunned people, until he finally lost him. On the one hand, it is confirmed that there is no ambush outside the small courtyard. On the other hand, he settled his own heart and even lost himself with Wang Qiian. Who else can live in this Kyoto?
After finishing all this, Fan’s mood was relaxed. Just like the day before yesterday, the sky of autumn rain finally stopped. Although it was not clear, there were still faint clouds, but after all, it could float with the wind, and leaked some light into the world, not blindly heavy and chilly.
After all, the world must complete the world, before the Emperor's squatting, Fan Xian wants to preserve the strength of his hand as much as possible, so that in the future, he will be able to have enough strength and weapons... but I don't know why. He always felt that he had made a mistake in which place, and that kind of vagueness was like a cloud that always turned over and over in his mind. But I can't always see the shape.
Leaving the market away from behind, the sounds of the lively, ordinary and unbearable city sounds are left behind. Fan leisurely walks along the radial streets leading to the palace in Kyoto to the south city. Things are done. The people of the Kai Nian group also collectively withdrew from Kyoto. He did not need to worry about anything. He was under house arrest and was not suffering.
However, the road to go through the palace, far through the palace, Fan can not stop the pain. He forced himself not to think about the scene of the scene a few days ago, but couldn't help but start thinking about how his sister is now in the palace. Although Dai Gonggong said, if she is a child, if she is a hostage, she knows it. Presumably, the days in the palace are a little difficult.
This is a very understatement of the Emperor's Majesty, but it directly smashed the scrolls that Fan Free tried to smudge. Fan Xian can't leave Kyoto, all because of this.
It was raining, and Fan Yu bowed slightly, letting the coat cover the tiny raindrops. Silently left under the watch of the palace. It is very strict here, and there are not many pedestrians on the street. However, I can hear a few words of cursing the weather. I think the autumn rain has just fallen for two days, and the people in Kyoto are very dissatisfied.
When dissatisfaction is also accustomed to numbness, today's rain is not big, Fan Xian is so silently walking to the house, like a prisoner forced to invest in prison, there is no way. As he walked and thought, he compared the one in the palace with himself in the most comprehensive way, and finally he put his thoughts on those who were numb monks.
From Chen Pingping's return to Beijing, until he was imprisoned, until the Fan leisure school, the monks of the linen hat suddenly appeared in the palace, in the court, on the court. Although the strength of these monks is powerful, it is not enough to make Fan Xio too heart-wrenching, but he does not understand, and because these monks think of the illusory, but Fan knows that there is indeed a temple.
Qingguo has always maintained a respectful attitude towards the Shinto. It is not like the North Qi, so it is soaked in the official livelihood. Especially after the emergence of the powerful Emperor's Majesty, the status of the Qing Temple in Qingguo's life has turned sharply and completely, and it has been completely smashed into accessories and laces. Those who are scattered in the world are not many people who celebrate the temple and become the object of forgotten. .
Why did these forgotten people appear in Kyoto at this moment and appear next to the emperor? Could it be said that His Majesty the Emperor has completely controlled the Qing Temple? However, the Qing dynasty ritual died in the same year, the second ritual smashed the sac of the three stone masters, and the anniversaries of the Dadongshan Shangqing Temple were more than half dying under the anger of their majesty. Why did the monks in these temples completely fall down to their majesty? ?
Is it true that Chen Pingping said that he himself vaguely guessed... The emperor of that year, has really touched the will of the temple? And these bitter monks are because of this, they will not remember the hatred for many years, stand by their armpits, help him shine in this world?
The rain did not become bigger, and the heavens and the earth were self-organized. When Fan was free to think from the thin rain, when he looked up, he saw the Qing Temple not far away.
The scorpion is dark and invisible, and it is on the desolate and quiet street. It bears the rain, does not provoke dust, the outer wall is long, and there is a temple with a round tower standing still.
Fan looked at this beautiful building leisurely, and I don’t know what it is. In this temple, he once passed the emperor. He once saw the girl who loves chicken legs under that side. I have carefully studied the weird murals painted underneath, but what he really wants to figure out is not clear.
He should have returned to the government. At this time, he subconsciously stepped into the steps and walked through the temple door, and went straight into the temple. Accompanied by the fine autumn rain, he walked slowly in the temple. These days of fatigue and resentment have been wonderfully reduced. I don’t know if it’s a wonderful atmosphere in the temple itself, or a quiet space here, quiet and lazy to think.
Naturally, I walked to the back temple. Fan’s body shape suddenly stagnate because he saw the door of the small building in the back temple. A monk wearing a linen coat and a hat was frowning. Be yourself.
Fan is willing to retreat, but the monk is open at this time, and his mouth is full of praise. The hands sighed against the raindrops in the sky: "God has its own experience, Fan Gongzi, we always wanted to find you. I did not expect that you came."
After being seen through the true face, Fan Xian did not move, calmly watching the monk monk whispered: "You? Why are you looking for me?"
The monk had a bell on his right hand. At this time, he tapped it gently. The crisp ringtone quickly penetrated the thin rain and spread throughout the temple. Just as Fan Xi’s first time to celebrate the temple, there is no incense in this temple. Except for the tourists from the counties and counties, no one is willing to come here. So today, the temple was still quiet, and the crisp ringing did not cause any change, but it attracted only a dozen monks.
Wearing the same style of linen, wearing the very similar old hats of the monks, walked out from all directions of the temple. Invisibly encircling Fan Leisure in the middle, just below the square tower.
Fan Xian slowly took a deep breath and began to slowly transport the true qi of the body that had never stopped in the two weeks. He looked indifferently at the former monk who calmly said: "This temple has always been quiet. You are not preaching in the world. Why come back to disturb this place?"
"Fan Gongzi's heart is very rich. The deep body is the virtue of heaven. In the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou will gather. The wealth of the world is in the river industry. I am going to walk around the counties, and I will hear more about the son of the son. I have always seen the son of the son. I have been looking forward to seeing it."
The monk was a low-ranking ritual. He always said that Fan Fan was a Fan Gongzi, not a Fan Daren. That is because now Kyoto knows that all the official positions in Fan Xian have been deprived by the Emperor.
"I don't think you are making a special trip to praise me." Fan Xian bowed his head slightly, his brows wrinkled slightly. He really didn't think of a thought in the temple, but he met such a group of strange people. Is it really like a monk? What is said, in the midst of self-satisfaction?
However, these weird monks and monks really like to make a special trip to praise the leisure. They took off their hats and bowed down to the center of the court. They worshipped and sincerely praised and prayed. Fan’s face is indifferent, but his heart is a big shock. The thin rain and the sound of blessing are intertwined, and the atmosphere between the fields is very weird.
The monks did not wear the habit of wearing shoes. The rough feet were so white in the rain. They all squatted on the wet ground and looked as ridiculous as frogs. However, the strong breath released from them It’s not ridiculous to say it.
This powerful atmosphere is the atmosphere of the more than a dozen monks and monks in a harmonious and unified way, and its pureness is not dare to be underestimated. The sincere words such as the mantra rang in the rain, accompanied by more than a dozen bald heads in the rain, which was boring.
"I am waiting for the world to live, begging Fan Gongzi to enter the palace to plead guilty, to comfort the emperor
Fan’s face was slightly white, but for a moment, he knew what these monks wanted to do. The dispute between Qing Emperor and Fan Xian, the division between the monarch and the father and son, has been for seven days, and no one has ever expressed any retreat.
For the world? Naturally, some people must admit their mistakes. Some people must give in. The Qing Dynasty can only allow a dazzling leader. In the eyes of these monks, this person is naturally a great emperor.
The monks were keenly aware of the biggest crisis at the moment of Qingguo. I don’t know what to think about. They decided to kneel down for the emperor to persuade Fan Yu, in their hearts, even in the hearts of the people of the world, as long as Fan Xian returned to his Majesty. Under the glory of shining, the country and the world will surely have a better future.
"If I don't want it?" Fan looked at the monks who hadn't touched them, and said softly.
There was a dead silence between the fields, only the drizzle was still falling, falling on the bald heads of the monks, and the rain on the raft was dripping and falling on the bluestone of the temple. After a long time, a dozen or so thick or thin, big or small, but they are all very determined, the sound of holiness is very loud.
"For the world, please rest in peace."
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