The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 125 Rosary Beads, Buddha Amulet

Yuqian threw a firework signal into the air, and at the same time told Boyi who was behind: "Bo Yi, hurry up and tell Jingzhao Mansion to close the city and search for the murderer!"

In broad daylight, the murderer has killed so many people and is covered in blood, so he must not be far away.Even if the murderer knows how to do light work, he would be more likely to be noticed by the Jin Wuwei if he was flying across the roof during the day.Moreover, Yinlong Temple is located in the center of the square, even if it is a horse race, there is a prescribed speed for walking in the square, it is impossible to leave here in such a short time.

Naturally, Boyi knew the key point, told her to "be careful", and immediately turned and left.

Yuqian nodded indiscriminately, frowned and walked towards the meditation room cautiously, not forgetting to avoid the blood on the ground in her haste.

She pushed open the door of the Zen room, her breath suddenly suffocated.

Ji Kong was drenched in blood, half leaning against the corner behind the door where the word "Wenwen" was hung, unable to distinguish between life and death.

An ordinary-looking knife was thrown at the door, which should be the murderer's tool.

"Grandmaster!"

She could no longer control her heartbeat beating like a war drum, and rushed over dizzily.

Seeing that his chest was still rising and falling slightly, he felt that his ten fingers had regained some consciousness.

She didn't dare to move Ji Kong at will, simply checking his condition.He was stabbed several times in the body, and another knife wounded a vital point.But when I felt the pulse, there was still a slight pulse beating.She belatedly remembered what Boyi said on the road, the master had to recite scriptures for the past, presumably taking bigu medicine for fasting would slow down the blood flow in the whole body, so she could barely hold her breath in the serious injury.

She took a deep breath, emphasizing that she should be calm, and regardless of the blood on her hands, she went to take out the medicine powder she carried with her, but was stopped by a pair of old hands.

Ji Kong slowly opened his eyes and shook his head at her.

"Master, what is going on here?"

Ji Kong closed his eyes and struggled to adjust his breathing, while taking out a book with blood holes from his arms.The gurgling blood has soaked around the blood hole. At first glance, it seems that this book has life and has been stabbed with a knife.

Yu Qiansi recognized that these were some old scriptures from the previous dynasty that she brought to Jikong after she went to Jiangnan to investigate the murder case.At that time, she hadn't found out that the murderer was related to Qingran, but she also heard that there was an old relationship between Jikong and Jikong, so she agreed.Unexpectedly, those things that happened later almost involved Jikong for no reason.

Afterwards, she still brought these books to Jikong as promised, and also learned from Master Jikong that he didn't know clearly.

At that time, after hearing the cause and effect, the master gladly accepted these books.It can be regarded as taking over the guilt of Qingran for using his name for many years.

"It's all God's will." Seeing Yu Qiansi throwing medicine on his wound, his voice like an ancient well was calm as before, gently soothing Yu Qiansi's trembling fingertips.

"Listen to me," he put the blood book in Yuqiansi's hand, "The reason why I agreed to help Yuli Pavilion identify the sufferer is not only because you have helped me, but also because I have seen your strange locust tree. Beads. Three times."

"For the first time, when I was traveling around when I was young, I met a businessman in a ghost market. He had a string of golden beads."

"The second time was ten years ago, in the palace, in the Palace of Prayer." It wasn't surprising to see Yu Qiansi, he smiled lightly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth: "I think, you already know the origin of this bead .”

"The third time, you took this locust wood bead and told me about your past. I'm worried that you have WeChat, but you didn't explain your previous views."

At that time, the ghost market had fallen apart, not to mention the affairs in the palace, which were even more dangerous.He was worried that her obsession would involve her too deeply.

"I understand, master, you didn't lie to me, it's not considered a breach of the precept." Yu Qiansi reminded him: "Master, stop talking, save some energy, I will definitely save you."

"No, listen to me." Ji Kong still insisted: "Until you came back from Jiangnan and brought me these ancient books."

These scriptures were recorded by students during the daily chanting teaching of a Buddhist master in the previous dynasty.

"It records a scripture debate in a Buddhist hall."

According to the instructions, Yu Qiansi opened the book page marked by Ji Kong, and the handwriting on the withered yellow book that had been fainted by blood was hard to read.But she still buried her head and looked at it carefully, and the big teardrops fell on the booklet, adding to the mist.

A student asked Master Guanchen about an incident at that time, which mentioned an organization that seemed to have existed for a long time, and seemed to be related to a political incident at that time.

She wiped away the tears on her face with her sleeve, and carefully discerned.

The student asked: "He cultivated Buddha beads as a seal, but he couldn't see what he did. Now that there is an epidemic in the south, it is difficult for these people to get in touch with officials. Does this have no name for Buddha? Why do I stop?"

But the master's response was very open-minded.

He told the student that there is more than one road in this world, and the road night in everyone's heart is different.The monks of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda* did not believe in Mahayana Buddhism from the beginning.It is a way for you to chant scriptures and chant Buddha beads, but it is also a way for them to use rosary beads to identify their identities. Everyone just needs to follow the way in their own hearts.

The rest of the conversation didn't mention much about this organization.But it can still be seen from just a few words that even for the people of the former dynasty, this is an organization with a long history.They are not assassins, but cultivate special talents. Everyone has different abilities, which are distinguished according to the material of the beads.

Jikong also took a few breaths at this time, seeing her silent eyes, said softly: "It can be seen that this organization has existed in this world for a long time, so the problem will be serious."

Yes, if everyone in the previous dynasty knew about it, why didn't Dasheng know about it?
Collusion with corrupt officials has not yet shaken the foundation, even now it is still hidden in the dark, people have nowhere to find their traces.

Why have they been hiding in the world for so many years?
However, in this way, it can also explain why the materials of the three types of beads that have appeared today are not the same.Just. What does the locust wood represent?

What made her even more terrified was that this sounded very familiar.
Cultivate all kinds of talents, and give rosary beads of different materials as status symbols.

The same is true for Du Ruozhai.

It's just that the things that symbolize status have changed from various rosary beads to the unchanging black iron plaque.

Now is not the time to think about these things, she clenched the fragmented scroll in her hand: "Master, is everything you have encountered today related to this matter?"

Jikong pulled the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to give a soothing smile, he was gradually unable to speak, and let out heavy and painful breathing.

Those medicinal powders didn't have much effect. With Ji Kong's breathing, blood gushed out from every wound, carrying the medicinal powders like magma and rampaging, eventually turning into red mud.

She tried in vain to stop the blood with her hands, but Ji Kong laughed with the last of her strength.

There was a strange red light on his face, as if he was full of energy, and every wrinkle on his face was filled with sighs of satisfaction.

"Everyone has his own destiny, Lord Jade. Just like the flower on the branch, even if you cut off the branch, you can't stop it from producing the same bud again. All this has nothing to do with you today, don't blame yourself, it's all wrong I deserve it."

"Okay, okay, it's all up to you, it has nothing to do with me." She said "yes" a few times in a row, and seeing the blood rushing out, it seemed that the bigu medicine had expired.

"Master, stop talking, I beg you, just wait, they will come soon. Those who can save you will definitely be able to."

She didn't dare to look at the laughing old man who seemed to have exhausted all her life. She was at a loss and tried to block the blood holes and delay the flow of blood, but the warm blood gradually cooled and flowed through her fingertips. .

When Boyi rushed back again, he saw this scene.

The front of the woman in red was covered with blood that had begun to turn black, and she only put her hands on the old man's wound in vain, but the blood stopped flowing.

She trembled slightly all over, lowered her head and muttered something silently.

And the old man who was sitting together under the window drinking tea yesterday, with a strange smile on his face, stared at the direction he came from, as if he saw the person he was thinking of here before leaving, satisfied and happy .

His eyes glanced at the table under the window, and he realized something was wrong.There was something lying quietly under the table, which looked somewhat familiar.

After realizing what it was, his black eyes suddenly sank.

It is half carved with a lotus in the lower right corner, and the Buddhist amulet made of pagoda tree wood looks like it was split in half by a sharp knife, and there are blood stains on it.

Before he could take a closer look, he quickly hid it in his arms.

If Yu Qiansi sees it, he will definitely fall into endless self-blame again.Let's wait until she gets better.

He stepped forward and squatted beside Yu Qiansi, gently closed the master's eyes, and said softly: "Master Yu Qiansi has passed away."

She raised her bewildered eyes, as if looking at him, but also seemed to see other places.

All of a sudden, the shallow eyes that used to be like spring water were filled with blood.

"No! None of this is right!"

She stood up abruptly, not knowing if she got up too fast or because she was too sad, she staggered a few steps.

She pushed Boyi away and paced around the room like a trapped animal.Sweeping the furnishings and blood stains in the house from time to time, while muttering something.

Suddenly, returning to the door, she turned around and looked at the lonely sky in disbelief, as if she did not want to believe that he had passed away.

Straight to rush over.

Bo Yi seemed to have guessed what she was going to do, he quickly stopped her, and hugged Yu Qian who was still struggling in his arms.

"Bo Yi, let me go! It's too late!"

"Calm down, Yu Qiansi, he has already passed away! I followed your order and went to Jingzhao Mansion, and the people in the temple came over as soon as they got the news."

Jikong is one of the most enlightened monks in the current Buddhist sect. If they find out that Yuqiansi is examining Jikong's body and desecrating his body, it will be a big deal.

Yu Qiansi looked at the dead body close at hand, and the deadly knife wounds scattered all over the body, finally gradually lost her strength, leaned against Boyi, and sat on the ground slumped.

　The Big Wild Goose Pagoda here is not the one in Xi'an.According to the records of "Da Tang Western Regions", when Xuanzang was studying in Nalanda Temple, he heard a story about the Pigeon Temple and the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

　　The monks in the temple originally believed in Hinayana Buddhism (you can eat the three pure meats). One day there was no meat, and the monk in charge of cooking had nothing to do, so he looked up to the sky and sighed and begged the Buddha casually.So he thought that the Buddha appeared, so he called the monks to bury the wild goose together, and then built the Big Wild Goose Pagoda here.

　　Later, when Xuanzang returned from his westward journey, he built the "Float in the West Court of Da Ci'en Temple" in Ci'en Temple, but because of the full efforts of the whole people, it was repaired super quickly and it collapsed after a short time.So the current Big Wild Goose Pagoda was not built by Xuanzang at all, but Wu Zetian built it on the original site.It may be that someone heard Xuanzang mentioned the prototype story of this tower at that time, and Empress Wu Zetian named it "Big Wild Goose Pagoda".

　　After reading "The Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty" when I was in college, I really liked the stories of Qu Nvguo and the robbers who robbed Xuanzang, haha.Much more interesting than Journey to the West!
　　Finally, the fever subsided. Although the cough was still not healed, I had to intervene for treatment.But promise everyone that there will be no delay haha.Start updating today.Because I have to go back to school at the beginning of July, I am worried that things just going back will affect the update, so I will start collecting manuscripts again, and try to ensure continuous updates~ so I will update normally for the time being, and I will not add updates for now.

　　Thank you: Buddha Sign Dust Pianpian 2015, a book boy in Tianji Palace, a recommended ticket for a meat bun without meat!

　　Thanks to my friends for their support and concern, I am alive~ hahaha

　　


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