Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

When I woke up from a dream, the sky outside was dark, and a candlelight fluttered slightly on the table in the center of the room. Pei Yuan corrected and sat beside the bed, quietly guarding me, dying out His expression seemed extraordinarily gentle under the candlelight.

I opened my eyes, looked at him for a while, and saw him smiling, "Wake up."

"Ok."

"hungry?"

"Ok."

"Get up then."

I was probably a sleep lover, and looked at him again for a while before slowly waking up, sitting up on my own, he already took down the clothes hanging on the wooden stand and handed them to me.

As I dressed, I asked, "Where is Lili?"

"She has been with that Xue Muhua. She just came back and saw you sleeping. I didn't want to make a noise for you. I let her go out."

"Are there any news from Yuanfeng?"

"not yet."

"How long did I sleep?"

"What do you say?" Pei Yuanxiu smiled. "It's all dark. The fearless master arranged a dinner for us alone. Get up quickly, or he'll come over and ask me for someone."

"Oh……"

I sighed softly, and I really slept for a long time. Maybe it is because this time is too tired. I ran the Longnan and Wuwei in succession and came back to experience a big battle. These are probably just physical fatigue. What makes me most tired is that night and Zhengjue, that is, My second uncle hits those Zen machines.

His mouth is stricter than Fu Bayi, and I can't be rude to him at all.

Thinking of this, I could not help but sigh gently, Pei Yuanxiu glanced at me: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." I made a little smile and got up and got up.

Who knows just to be together, I don't know how to feel a sudden rotation of the sky, and almost fell down again, but fortunately, Pei Yuanxiu's eyes were very fast, and he hurriedly reached out and took me into his arms.

"what happened?"

"..."

I bumped into his arms with some cyanosis, and I couldn't return to God for a while.

At that moment, people seemed to step on the cotton, and their eyes were blank, as if they were emptied at once.

Strange, I have rested for so long, why is this still happening?

"Green baby?" Pei Yuanxiu looked at me with concern: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Looking up, facing his anxious look, I hurriedly smiled and said, "It's okay. Maybe I've slept too long, and people are a little confused."

The voice had just fallen, and suddenly, a long, long bell sounded in my ear.

He and I both stumbled.

It's so late, why are you still clocking?

If it is said that it is time for ordinary people to have dinner, the monks at Tianmu Temple still follow the practice rule of no lunch, and they will not use dinner.

Strangely, another long bell came, trembling with sound.

Obviously it should have come from far away, but I don't know why, but it made me have a deafening illusion. The bell rang to my mind, and kept lingering in my mind.

I was there for a while.

Pei Yuanxiu also froze, subconsciously saying: "This is--"

He didn't finish talking, and a third bell had come.

The bell rumbling, as if a thunder exploded above my head, and I suddenly felt a cramp in my chest, and the whole person almost collapsed.

Pei Yuanxiu hurriedly held me in his arms: "You, what's the matter, Qingying?"

"This, this bell--" My face turned pale for a moment, and when I looked up at him, I just felt that the blood in my whole body had frozen.

The bell is--

With a bang, the door of our room was pushed open, because the force was too great, the door bumped against the wall on the side, and there was a loud noise. Pei Yuanxiu and I were both shocked and turned. At first glance, the fearless monk stood at the door with a panicked expression. When he looked at me, his eyes turned red.

"Miss!"

"..."

Suddenly my throat was dumb and I stared at him with wide eyes.

He also looked at me, and his tall body was shaking slightly at this moment, as if a huge mountain was about to collapse. He gritted his teeth again, and then slowly said, "Uncle Zhengjue-passed away. "

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The original dark sky was illuminated by the bright lights in Tianmu Temple.

When I was hugged and held by Pei Yuanxiu, and followed the steps of the fearless monk, the monk's low chanting sounds were always ringing in my ears. On such a quiet night, it seemed like a brahman singing, purifying the soul filthy.

At the door of the small Zen courtyard, Pei Yuanfeng apparently knew that something had happened. They all gathered here, but they didn't go in. When they saw us, they immediately greeted them: "Master Fearless, Tianmu Temple struck the bell so late. What happened? "

The fearless monk did not speak, and I said softly, "It is the abbot who passed away."

"what?!"

They were all surprised, and Pei Yuanfeng thought about it and said, "Well, we have to go and worship other abbots."

"No need." The fearless monk's eyes and nose were red with a humming voice: "Uncle He usually doesn't see outsiders, now he's gone, naturally he doesn't want to see outsiders."

After speaking, with a big wave of his hand, what the people around him wanted to say was cut off by his action.

Then he turned to me and said, "Miss, come in."

As soon as his words fell, Pei Yuanfeng all frowned slightly, but no one spoke yet, but some of the waiting monks next to each other looked at each other. One of them, a young monk who looked a little bit reckless, stepped forward and said, " Undaunted Master, you said just now that the abbot abstained from seeing outsiders, this female donor-- "

He didn't finish his words, and the fearless monk sang, "What do you know! Miss is the uncle's niece! Is that an outsider?"

As soon as this was said, I heard everyone around him take a breath.

A few stunned little Sami had widened their eyes in shock and dropped the wooden fish in their hands.

"what!?"

"The abbot is--"

"Yan family? Abbot abbot is Yan family ?!"

"Shhh, whisper!"

I glanced around, and sighed softly to those surprised eyes.

Although the second son of the Yan family, Yan Yizhi, became a monk, although it is not a secret, it is definitely a taboo in the Yan family. Since it is a taboo, naturally no one will mention it, so over time, everyone seems to have been trained into a habit. This incident buried this person in the dust.

And during his years of clearing in Tianmu Temple, he would naturally not be willing to get in touch with any of the world, especially the Yan family.

In addition, in the Tianmu Temple, the older monks have buried their bones in Tallinn. There are fewer people who know his origin and fewer people who are qualified to talk.

In this way, this matter really became a secret.

But tonight, the fearless monk took the opportunity to say that he didn't want to tear down any platform, because after all, he was still a member of the Yan family. For his death, it was a matter of Buddhism and a major event of Xichuan. On the one hand, Tianmu The temple must do his funeral, on the other hand, he must let the Yan family know the news.

I can't see, the fearless monk is a thick and thin person.

Thinking of this, I went back to Pei Yuanfeng and Tang Ting and said, "The abbot is my second uncle and the second grandfather of the Yan family. His death is also a big thing. I will go ahead and see what arrangements there are. , I will explain to you at any time. "

As soon as the words came out, both Anyang son and Tang Ting nodded.

The fearless monk clasped his hands and said a Buddhist chant, and then I turned and walked into the Buddhist temple.

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The tranquility in this Zen courtyard has obviously been broken. The fire and candlelight shined in from the gray wall, casting a strange image in the empty courtyard.

People are dead, but this yard seems to be alive.

I slowly walked up the stairs, the door was open, and the cold wind at night had filled the entire zen room. The blue smoke rising from the incense burner had dissipated into the air before it was even formed, and the scent of the inedible sandalwood was on the tip of the nose. Flashed by.

Several older monks are now in this meditation room. They met me when they looked back, but they simply met their hands with a ritual, and the two monks who had been staying in the meditation room now said intermittently:

"Before the abbot abdicated, he would explain something in the temple. But this time, the old man said nothing."

"My brother and I find it a little strange."

"When the abbot is settled on weekdays, we often see that this time, what we think is a bit wrong."

"So, we are brave today and entered the Zen room, who knows—"

The two monks said here, their eyes were red and they bowed their heads.

I stood at the door and lost a moment of movement.

Even the people around me didn't even say anything, I couldn't hear anything at all, all my mind was put on that futon, the quiet figure.

Zhengjue, Yan Yizhi, my second uncle.

He was sitting there quietly, his skinny body wrapped in bright red crickets, clearly bright and warm, but at this moment there was a strange silence; his eyes were low, his yellow face was not No temperature, no expression, not even the swaying candlelight in the room could illuminate his dim look.

When I saw him that night, it was clearly the same.

At this moment, there was a sudden blur in my eyes.

It is almost like this scene in front of me. At this moment, the memory and display completely overlap.

Uncle Ai ...

He was the same, sitting there silently, and when I wanted to see him again, he had already left.

But I never imagined that Yan Yizhi, my second uncle, even left me in this way!

Why is this happening? Why did every elder, everybody who might know the history of my parents, leave after I finally saw them, and finally got a little clue?

Is this the arrangement of heaven?

Is it true that I will never be able to solve those mysteries and never understand the love and hate they have experienced?

Just as I was struggling to look at the blurry figure, almost almost standing still, a monk who looked particularly old and heavy and slowly walked to me, his hands clasped together: "Female donor."

I looked up at him, because tears were in my eyes, and I really couldn't see what the man looked like, and I barely choked back a gift: "Master."

"Old lady knows that the female donor is a common family member of Zhengjue. It should be taken care of by you. But Zhengjue is a monk in this temple after all. Behind me, up and down the temple— "

I did n’t wait for him to finish, I already understood what he meant, and said calmly, "I understand the meaning of the master. Since the second uncle is the abbot of Tianmu Temple, the things behind him are naturally the thing of Tianmu Temple. You should follow the rules. But I won't step in. "

"Amitabha."

"There is only one," I said, "After the death of the second uncle, it is also the matter of the Yan family. I need to inform the people in Chengdu. If there is any arrangement for the Yan family, I hope the master can be accommodating and convenient."

The old monk glanced back at the other monks, and they all nodded, and he said to me, "OK."

I nodded and thanked again.

"So, what else does the female donor have to command?"

I know that they are going to discuss some leftover things. Zhengjue is the abbot of Tianmu Temple after all. Although listening to them, he has n’t seen outsiders over the years, and he has often been settled. It should be a little practical management of the affairs in the temple. The abbot passed away, and the successors would naturally have to negotiate.

And this is the housework of Tianmu Temple.

In principle, I should leave, but I thought about it and said, "Master."

The old monk turned back and looked at me.

"I have a question to ask."

"Ask the female donor."

"My uncle, Master Zhengjue, passed away under the circumstances of entering, right?"

"Good."

"So, can his silence like this be controlled by thought?"

The old monk's face showed a look of astonishment, and it seemed that I did not think I would ask such a question, including several other old monks in the zen room, and they were a little moved.

He was silent for a moment, and there was a bit of dignity between the eyebrows, and then he slowly answered, "The female donor can ask such a question, and probably understands that when people are settled, they are completely in their own spiritual realm. That is another time and space that is detached from reality. Everything that has been experienced comes from the setter himself.

I nodded.

"Meditation is a state of great freedom for practitioners, but there are some practitioners who, if their willpower is not strong enough, cannot control their own mental power, can easily fall into the illusion, and everything in the illusion will be corresponding. Yes, it should be in the physical spirit of the practitioner. Therefore, the spirit of the set practitioner is often damaged, the madness is crazy, and even-the tragedy of death. "

I frowned. "Well, what about Master Zhengjue?"

"Zhengjue is the abbot of this temple. Although he started late, he was born with wisdom, sensitivity and worry, and he is extremely Buddha-like. He settled into practice as he enters his own Zen room, and often comes and goes freely."

"Master said, it is unlikely that he died because of the influence of some illusion after he was settled."

"Good."

"So that's it--"

My throat froze and I was speechless.

The old monk's expression fell silently, after a long time, he finally sighed, "Amitabha."

I held my hand slightly, and even felt a bit of pain in my fingertips before finally allowing myself to stand, and then folded my hands toward the lean, silent figure on the futon and gently saluted: "Amitabha . "

After that, I turned around and went out.

Night, deeper.

But this yard is even more brightly lit, the candlelight is shining orange, and in the light and shadow, many dusts can be seen rising and falling with the activities of those outside.

I went to a person, but instead became lively, red and dust.

I sighed softly.

At this moment, someone came out of the zen room behind him. Looking back, it was the two young monks who had been following the consciousness. It seems that things are now clear. Those old monks need to discuss some matters. In the housework, such young monks cannot participate, so they naturally have to withdraw.

I thought about it and greeted them: "Two little masters."

As soon as they saw me, they hurried forward, respectfully saluting: "Female donor."

I asked, "The two little masters have been practicing with Master Zhengjue, haven't they been short?"

"Not short, many years."

"We have been following the abbot from the beginning. Over the years, the abbot has been away from the world and has been with us."

"So, I have a question for two young masters."

"Ask the female donor."

I looked back at the wooden door on the half of the temple, and looked at them both, and whispered, "Did you really see Master Zhengjue as an outsider these years?"

As soon as this was said, the two monks seemed shocked. They looked at each other and lowered their heads at the same time.