After many years, the details of the throne that year were almost untestable. There were only a few strokes in history books, and most of them were praises to Emperor Hongxuan. Obviously, Emperor Hongxuan, as the winner, tampered with the ones of those years.
Real history. As for what the original history is, except for those involved, people already know it. Of course, there are still many people who have experienced those things back then. Xiao Wei has asked people a lot.
This matter has been heard from various versions of legends, but most of them are contradictory nonsense, which is almost credible.
After compiling various versions of legends, Xiao Wei knew some of the inside story. For example, the Ming King in front of him was the one with the highest call for the throne at that time, and the one who competed for the last with Emperor Hongxuan. Unfortunately, he arrived.
It still failed. As for why he was defeated, there are many different opinions. People dare to make an accurate conclusion. They only know that the Ming King was defeated after a bloody night. It is said that the capital was changing that night, and the sound of killing shocked the sky.
At dawn, the news of King Ming's death spread in the capital, but now, this person appeared alive in Shaolin Temple, so Xiao Wei was extremely suspicious. After all, Prince Xiang was standing on the side of Emperor Hongxuan.
Yes, it is a mortal enemy of King Ming, which shows that the reason why the king was defeated is definitely inseparable from King Xiang's courage.
"I wonder what's important to my uncle when he saw the summoning?" Xiao Wei moved quickly. Although he was full of doubts in his heart, he was so cunning that he didn't bring it to his face. After his eyes turned, he changed into a deputy
He smiled, clasped his fists and asked very politely.
"Amitabha, I said that the Ming King is dead, and I am a person outside the world. Your highness can't bear the uncle." Monk Yuantong still did not turn around, but replied in a plain tone.
"My uncle is attached to appearance again, but I want to have a Buddha in my heart, so why should I distinguish so many things? Yuantong is uncle, and uncle is also Yuantong, two and one. If I force myself to argue, it is a devil." Although Xiao Wei did not respect the Buddha,
But I still have a little understanding of Buddhist principles. This way of talking about Zen is quite similar to the same thing.
"Amitabha, good, good, what the donor said is very good, I know that I am wrong." After monk Yuantong silently chanted for a long time, he put his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name. He admitted that he had mistakenly made Xiao Wei not
Now let’s take advantage of the issue and continue to play.
"Haha, my uncle summoned my nephew to come. Could it be to stop me? Please tell me to do it clearly." Xiao Wei smiled and asked about Monk Yuantong's intention again.
As soon as Xiao Wei said this, Monk Yuantong fell into silence again, without a response for a while, and Xiao Wei was not in a hurry, just sat upright on the cushion, quietly waiting for Monk Yuantong to give an answer.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the small Zen room was dead silent. When the atmosphere was depressing, both uncle and nephew sat upright, just like two clay carvings Bodhisattvas. At last, Monk Yuantong issued a
A long sigh turned slowly. The turn was not a big deal, but Xiao Wei was shocked and stood up suddenly.
"You, you, you..."
As soon as he saw the face of Monk Yuantong, Xiao Wei's eyes were as bright as a copper bell. He pointed at Monk Yuantong, and he could not even explain clearly - Monk Yuantong's left half of his face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, although he had a few
The old age and vicissitudes are still called Yingting, which is similar to Xiao Wei himself, but the right half of the face starting from the bridge of the nose is terrifyingly ferocious, which can no longer be considered a human face, charred and charred
Twisted, there is no trace of good skin, or even where the eyes are. There are scars everywhere, just like an evil ghost from hell. Even though Xiao Wei has always been bold, he will see such a monster at first sight.
My face was still scared.
"Amitabha, scared the donor, I am a sin." Monk Yuantong had known for a long time that Xiao Wei would react like this, and it was not surprising at all. There was a hint of guilt on the intact face on the left.
The spirit of "color" was folded in his chest and apologized.
"Uncle, who is causing this? Let me tell you that my nephew should seek justice for my uncle!" Xiao Wei was not an ordinary person after all. After being surprised, he quickly regained his peace and sat down again, looking at him.
He looked at Monk Yuantong with a bright look, thought about his tone, and slowly opened his mouth to test.
"Amitabha, "color" is emptiness, and appearance is also emptiness. I have long been used to this." Monk Yuantong replied calmly, and then, without waiting for Xiao Wei to ask again, his left face, which was intact, twitched for a moment, "dew"
He smiled and said hoarsely, "This is the reward of my monk. I am responsible for my own fault. Since Your Highness wants to pick it up, are you ready?"
Ha, scare me, hey, what if I don’t prepare? How can I finish my eggs when I collapse the nest! Xiao Wei is very smart. As soon as he heard the words of Monk Yuantong, he could guess what he was going to say later.
A major theory is not the Zen strategy of putting down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha standing on the ground. What is needed is Xiao Wei staying away from the chaos of the court and becoming a prince of peace. In fact, Xiao Wei is really
I just want to be a worried playboy prince, but unfortunately it is possible. Even if Xiao Wei was not involved in the court before, as long as Xiao Wei is still the son of King Xiang, it is destined to be out of the court, just because of the discussion.
Whether King Xiang wins or loses, Xiao Wei will inevitably get involved. Besides, Xiao Wei is not a bachelor who is concerned about now. There are also a large group of dependents to take care of, so how could he stop there?
"My nephew is just a idling cloud and wild crane. It was said that he could take it and couldn't take it. It made my uncle laugh." Since Xiao Wei had guessed what Monk Yuantong was going to say next, he didn't want to talk to him about those things.
Gossip, then he made a haha, after making excuses, the ground suddenly turned stern and bowed and said, "I want to ask, who is my uncle's fond of again? Ah, no, my uncle is now
Monks, who are not in the five elements, will not ask about those idle people’s affairs. My nephew should ask: Shaolin is thinking about who to speculate again this time.”
"Amitabha, good, good, the donor's teaching is right, I should not care about these things outside the world. Of course, according to the donor's words, if there is a Buddha in his heart, he will not be bound by the outside world, and I will not do what I do.
As for the speculation the donor said, please forgive me for not agreeing.” Monk Yuantong was not angry at Xiao Wei's sharp words and explained calmly.
"Oh? Well, even if my nephew says it wrong, I would like to ask my uncle, which prince Shaolin wants to support ascend the throne, please give me more advice to my nephew. I'll hurry up and support me.
I am so funny, and I can also make the contribution of following the dragon, which is also a gift for my uncle to give my nephew a meeting." Xiao Wei listened to the monk Yuantong nagging the great principles of serving the country and the people, and tried to make a fool of himself.
, it just doesn’t give monk Yuantong the opportunity to change the topic.
Monk Yuantong was also a wise and talented person back then. However, after the disaster, he became a monk and practiced hard. He was no longer the kind of romantic person he had ever been. When it comes to such a shameless and shameless method, he was naturally not as good as Xiao Weiyuan.
When he saw Xiao Wei always entangled Shaolin's tendency, Monk Yuantong didn't know how to answer for a while. In desperation, he had to put his hands together and pronounce the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good, good,
The karma comes from the body, and the donor is cautious and cautious."
Careful? I'm already cautious enough. Wouldn't you be blown out by someone at this time? Damn it, I'm just trying to get some of them out of no way! Xiao Wei turned around and could go on his own
I would not listen to the persuasion of the monk Yuantong, but I saw that the monk Yuantong was praying for the Buddha's name, but he never answered his own question. He knew that it was impossible to draw any words from Yuantong's mouth.
He himself was also kept in the dark, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense, just sitting upright on the futon with a smile.
"Amitabha."
Just as my uncle and nephew fell silent without any speculation, a Buddhist chant rang out of the Zen room. Then, Master Yuancheng walked in slowly, folded his hands together, and greeted Monk Yuantong, "I'm a junior brother, Master, I have it.
I will ask His Highness King Yan to meet in the backyard." Having said this, he faced Xiao Wei sideways and gestured to ask for help, "Your Highness, please!"
Ha, so I have passed the test, huh? No, I am not going to see the old bald thief Xuanming after passing the three levels? Why did I invite him in advance? Could it be that the old bald man has to check it personally?
As for it! Xiao Wei couldn't help but feel a little slack when he heard Master Xuanming's invitation. However, without asking any more, he stood up and bowed to Monk Yuantong and said, "Can I get my uncle to give me some advice,
My nephew is very honored. If I have time in the future, I will come again and ask for help and say goodbye."[
"Amitabha." Monk Yuantong closed his eyes, lowered his head and closed his chest, pronounced the Buddha's name, but did not say anything else. Xiao Weizi was no longer pretentious. He smiled faintly, stood up straight, and swept Yuan.
Master Cheng smiled and walked towards the gate of the Zen room, never looking back.
"Amitabha, love separation, hate meeting, and return to the west, all of them are all kinds, but they are empty and illusory." After Xiao Wei walked to the door of the Zen room, Monk Yuantong finally opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Wei's
The back, shook his head gently, recited the words, and then turned around resolutely, faced the wall, and whispered the scriptures.
Is it illusory? That's because you haven't really seen through it. Void is also real, and reality is also empty. Just ask for a conscience in your actions! Xiao Wei naturally heard the gift from Monk Yuantong before leaving, but he didn't care at all.
I didn't even pause even when I walked, and walked out with a cool and casual look...