Crazy criticizes the empress because she is bent on mistaking Buddhism

Chapter 1 Catching the Monk

At noon, the bird shadows outside the window floated in a layer of verdure, and there were a few chirping noises from time to time.

Xie Qingyun was lying on the beauty's couch, her feet were bare, and half of her calf was exposed under her skirt, which was smooth and jade-white.

She rested her head on her arms, lazily, gentle, tender and beautiful like a painting.

But after hearing the chirping of a bird, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a murderous aura came to his face: "Runliu, kill that bird for me."

The eunuch named Runliu went out expressionlessly, but within a moment, there were no more birds singing outside the window.

Xie Qingyun, however, had lost her sleep and lowered her head to play with her nails.

Her nails are long and pointed, with a layer of silver-plated moon on the top, as sharp as a blade.

Xie Qingyun was playing carelessly, and her fingertips inadvertently scratched her fingertips, and blood immediately poured out.

She subconsciously raised her hand, stretched out her tongue and lightly licked her fingertips.

With blood stains remaining on the corners of her lips, the beauty instantly became a ghost.

However, the next moment Xie Qingyun changed her expression and screamed, a little overwhelmed: "Ah - I'm bleeding, come here, I'm bleeding -"

The imperial doctors quickly filed in, and quickly filed out.

The blood on Xie Qingyun's fingertips in the room had dried, but she was still crying.

The pear blossoms are raining, and they are as pitiful as a child.

The imperial doctor who finally left knelt in front of Runliu and advised him humbly and sincerely: "Sir, your Majesty's illness is in your mind but not in your body. Please forgive me for being unable to do anything."

Runliu lowered his head and looked down at him, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

The imperial physician felt that the blood all over his body went cold for a moment. He stopped talking and kowtowed vigorously: "I made a mistake, I made a mistake."

Junliu, who had never said a word, finally spoke: "Everyone, get out."

His voice is hoarse, but he possesses absolute power and power.

The room quickly fell silent following these words.

The shadows of the trees outside the window are floating, making it seem more tranquil and deep.

Xie Qingyun had already stopped crying and sat back on the beauty's couch with a bit of amusement on her face.

It was as if everything she had just done was just a play she performed just to see the panicked expressions on everyone's faces.

Runliu leaned down and knelt in front of Xie Qingyun, took out a silk handkerchief from his arms, gently lifted her feet and placed them on his chest, wiping the dust off her feet.

Xie Qingyun couldn't help lowering her head and staring at Runliu's pale and bloodless face -

Sword eyebrows, phoenix eyes, thin lips.

Beautiful, but lifeless, like a puppet.

She chuckled: "Runliu, what will I do without you?"

Runliu didn't raise his eyes, but still wiped her gently: "Your Majesty's words are serious."

Xie Qingyun gave him the other foot, thought for a moment, and then said, "Runliu, what the imperial doctor just said makes sense."

"You can find me a monk who can recite sutras in the next few days."

"Treat this heart disease for me as well."

After hearing this, Runliu paused for a moment, then said slowly after a long while.

Xie Qingyun laughed again: "I just like you like this, and I won't interfere in anything you do."

Runliu had already wiped her feet and was gently helping Xie Qingyun put on her shoes, holding her feet as if she were holding a treasure, carefully.

After hearing Xie Qingyun's words, he pretended not to hear them and still didn't say a word.

Xie Qingyun was still nagging: "But you have to find a good-looking monk for me, not an old one, not an ugly one."

"It's best to be like you, good-looking, pleasing to the eye, and obedient. I like it."

Xie Qingyun smiled, her eyes clear and bright, as bright as stars in the sky.

It's just that Runliu didn't dare to look up.He was afraid that once he looked up, what had been carefully maintained would never be the same again.

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The White Horse Temple has always been full of incense.

But on this day, no pilgrims came until noon.

A few young novices sweeping the floor were wondering when they saw a group of men in red clothes and black crowns walking in the sunlight.

Their figures were somewhat out of focus due to the scorching sun, but the embroidered spring knives in their hands were shining brightly, still glowing coldly under the scorching sun.

"It's Jin Yiwei."

One of the young novices opened his eyes wide and asked the other: "Go and find the abbot!"

"The abbot went out to give lectures and was not in the temple." Another young novice said.

"I'm going to find Senior Brother!" A young novice turned around and ran away.

While speaking, the group of Jinyi guards had arrived in front of the temple gate.

Yunyang glanced at the faces of the young novices standing in front of the door and shook his head in disgust: "Tie them up first."

A large group of guards in royal robes were running rampant in the White Horse Temple as if they were in a deserted land.

When you meet a monk, you will tie it up, and then throw it into the Buddhist hall where pilgrims offer incense on weekdays.

Under the guidance of the little novice, Huicheng hurried over.

He had practiced with the abbot since he was a child, and he knew a little bit about how to deal with officials and their families.

It's just the first time I've seen this Jin Yiwei.

Huicheng felt a little nervous, hung the Buddhist beads on his chest from the tiger's mouth, and leaned slightly towards Yunyang: "Amitabha."

"This benefactor, may I ask..."

Before he finished speaking, Yunyang's eyes lit up: "This is good, tie it up and tie it up."

After half an hour of hard work by the Jinyi guards, Yunyang looked at the bald monks who finally filled the incense hall to the point where it was almost overflowing, and he snapped his fingers.

The Jin Yiwei quickly gathered their troops.

Yunyang asked: "Have you finished searching?"

"Reporting to Yun Qian, the temple has been searched."

One person said: "I just heard that there is a temple on the back mountain of White Horse Temple for a monk to clean up. I wonder if you want to send someone up to have a look?"

Yunyang shook his head. He stared at Huicheng's fair face and smiled brightly: "No need, this one with thick eyebrows and big eyes is pretty good. Eunuch Run will be satisfied."

Although Huicheng was puzzled, he endured it: "If my lord wants the poor monk to follow you anywhere, you don't have to mobilize the crowd like this."

"It's just that this poor monk only knows how to chant sutras and recite Buddha's name. I don't know why this gentleman likes this poor monk."

"It doesn't matter, but it's wrong for you to kidnap everyone in the temple."

"If you have something to ask for, you can be calm and considerate, and the poor monk may not go with you."

"But you insist on informing the poor monk in this way. It is really a shameful move."

"But the poor monk doesn't mean to blame you. The Buddha said that all living beings suffer. Maybe you also have your own difficulties."

"The poor monk is just giving some advice. He also hopes that you can transcend the ordinary world in the future and no longer suffer from anger and ignorance."

As soon as Huicheng opened his mouth, he talked endlessly.

Yunyang frowned more and more as he listened, and finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Someone, please shut his mouth."

Huicheng immediately shut up and looked at several Jinyi guards approaching him with rags. He sighed helplessly: "Okay, if you are determined to take the poor monk away, please allow the poor monk to do one last thing."

"The poor monk wants to say goodbye to the heavenly monk before leaving."

(End of this chapter)