The tragic scene, the feeling of despair and madness almost took on substance from the picture, and then jumped out and landed on him. Chen Yuan's palms trembled slightly, and he punched out almost instinctively, and then it was already at the end, illusory like smoke.
The Hetu Luoshu collapsed.
The ranger didn't know when he had stood up, panting rapidly, his pupils constricted.
The temples of this contemporary swordsman, who can carry his sword back and forth a hundred thousand miles with his feet, are actually soaked through.
Everything is like smoke.
The scene he had seen before disappeared into thin air, and the waiter's welcome came to his ears.
Outside the window, Orchid could be seen leaving with a graceful figure holding pottery on her head.
Ying Long Gengchen looked at him calmly and said: "This is what I saw in the Hetu Luoshu in Kunlun Mountain... I know Wuzhiqi's strength, so I was more shocked than you. I didn't notice it for a moment,
He was attacked by someone, and even though he was forced to retreat later, his origin was damaged after all, and he could not survive to that era."
"I need you to help me, Yuan."
"It's also for the sake of all the common people..."
After a long time, Chen Yuan said slowly:
"I see."
"I will help you, and you must also help me."
Ying Long Gengchen let out a breath of turbid air.
Then he said: "By the way...in that possible future, the woman on your back is..."
"Jue."
Chen Yuan answered.
He said: "That's Jue."
"I know, she is Jue."
"The poor monk will also help..."
A vague voice came, and then said: "But Yuan, please move your fist away first."
Chen Yuan was startled. He turned around and saw that he had just instinctively punched Xuanzang in front of him, but instead he hit Xuanzang in the face, giving the monk a big slap in the cheek. Chen Yuan quickly stopped his hand and stood next to him.
The corners of Shipantuo's eyes twitched.
There is only one person in this world who can get close to Xuanzang.
The people who fell under that Zen staff along the way, if they saw this amiable and gentle monk, would probably die with a grievance, right? Shi Pantuo sighed in his heart, and recalled the time when he first met the master.
That day, he felt that he was almost able to see the Buddha in a physical sense.
Chen Yuan stood up, looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and said, "What do you want me to do?"
Gengchen looked peaceful, closed his eyes, and said calmly:
"Please kill me."
The ranger drew his sword.
Suddenly asked:
"Do I have to kill you now, or can I just let you die by my hands?"
Gengchen was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes and said: "...there is no time requirement."
"Yeah?"
The ranger put his sword back into its scabbard, then stood up and patted Gengchen on the shoulder:
"Then there's no need to worry."
"Don't worry, before I die, I will definitely use this sword to take your life."
"And before that..."
"You also need to enjoy the world."
"Maybe you're not used to it, but that's how human beings are. Even if they know the date of their death, they will do their best to live in this world."
The ranger showed a smile: "So, please take a look at Chang'an City first."
"Throughout the ages, there has never been a greater place than this city."
Gengchen, who was willing to die, was stunned.
When he raised his head, he saw the back of the departing ranger and the last two sentences.
"This world is so beautiful. It would be so lonely to die without even seeing it."
"Life is short, I will definitely kill you, so there is no need to be in such a hurry."
……………………
On this day, Chen Yuan, Xuanzang, and Shi Pantuo returned to Ci'en Temple where they were staying.
A far more difficult and huge task than heading west fell in front of them.
The ranger thought hard and sat on the bed, frowning so hard that he could kill mosquitoes.
After thinking for several days, Xuanzang came up with a solution: "We must start preparing from now on, otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with the crisis at that time..."
The ranger who was thinking hard got up from the bed with his eyes shining:
"How's it going? Have you thought of a solution?"
"yes……"
Xuanzang nodded and said gently: "One of our biggest advantages now is Gengchen."
"The second is to know the existence of the great tribulation more than a thousand years in advance."
"So these thousand years are our opportunity to turn things around."
"Opportunity...you mean."
Xuanzang said slowly: "In this Ci'en Temple, build a 180-foot pagoda."
"For more than a thousand years, I used the power of chanting sutras to accumulate strength in this pagoda."
"Until the time of disaster, this pagoda should and can become a power that can be used by people. This is just the first idea. Use these more than a thousand years to plan in advance. When that day really comes, it should be
Enough to have several more trump cards."
The ranger's eyes lit up slightly and he murmured: "That's it, that's it!"
"good!"
"However, Xuanzang...can an ordinary pagoda also accumulate the power of Buddhist chanting and vows?"
Xuanzang introduced carefully:
"This 180-foot pagoda can bury enough relics on each floor."
"In this way, we can save money. I've calculated that the relics should be enough."
"Oh, that's it."
The knight suddenly realized, then he was slightly stunned and looked at the kind-faced and talkative monk:
"Wait a minute, Xuanzang, how many relics did you bring back from Tianzhu?"
"One hundred and fifty."
"...How high do you plan to build this pagoda?"
"One hundred and eighty feet, each layer is covered with relics."
The ranger silently calculated the number of relics needed and looked at the monk:
"So, how many pills did you bring back?"
Master Xuanzang smiled gently, his eyes unfocused:
"One hundred and fifty."
"How tall is the pagoda?"
"One hundred and eighty feet, each layer is covered with relics."
"...So how much did you bring?"
The monk looked at his eyes, nose and heart. When the knight's hands were placed on his bald head, he replied:
"......Nalanda Temple gave one hundred and fifty pills."
The corner of Chen Yuan's mouth twitched: "What about the other ones..."
The monk widened his eyes and argued hard:
"Didn't they worship me as their teacher after they all lost?"
"It's normal for a treasure like this... relic to be taken care of by a master."
"You can't leave it to your apprentice."
Senior Malaysian bandit Shi Pantuo's hand shaking when serving tea.
In any case, the construction of this pagoda containing a large number of relics started in this year. Even Xuanzang personally prepared the materials. In the end, he was persuaded by the monks to leave the place and let him go back to translate scriptures.
arts.
This period of time is the happiest and most relaxing time in You Xiaer's heart.
He would go to Chang'an City, where he would drink and sing wildly with Yuan Tiangang and Geng Chen.
He would pull Shi Pantuo to perform chivalrous and righteous acts in the Tang Dynasty.
When I have free time, I will go back to Ci'en Temple and help Xuanzang translate and organize scriptures.
If there was still a chance, I would occasionally get together with Wu Meiniang as a relative of her. In the second year after the pagoda was built, in the fifth year of Yonghui, Wu Meiniang became pregnant again. This time the child was a girl. Chen Yuan had seen her before.
Passed, I was very happy.
"I want to teach this child my sword skills."
The ranger, who was already over forty years old, laughed and pestered the monk for seven or eight days before the enlightened man in this world had no choice but to inject a Buddhist truth into the white jade longevity lock carved by the ranger himself.
force.
"With the power of this Buddhist vow, evil will not be invaded and all dharmas will not be disturbed."
"Then I will teach her swordsmanship, and the child will be smooth and worry-free. I have seen her, and she is so similar to her mother when she was a child. I remember that when we first met, she looked like such a little dumpling...Tomorrow is the day of the full moon.
It’s time for dinner, I’ll bring this up when the time comes.”
It's rare for a ranger to fall asleep happily.
He was awakened by noisy noises at night. When he pushed the door open and went out, Shi Pantuo told him a piece of news with a pale face——
"Little princess, passed away."
"It was Queen Wang who killed him."
………………
The ranger almost wanted to fly into the palace.
But in the end, I just went into comfort with Wu Zhaoyi’s relatives.
I was not qualified to see the child's body.
But he couldn't hold back the sadness in his heart. Among contemporary swordsmen and bodies, not many could surpass him.
Flying over, I wanted to see the child for the last time.
His sword has killed countless bandits and enemies, he has sword-fighting with people in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty, he has cut through the strong wind in the vast desert of the Western Regions, and he has also dismounted a Turkic cavalry with one sword, but
Looking at that small body at this moment, the palm holding the sword as steady as iron was trembling slightly.
But he immediately discovered a small mark on the child's body, and his body suddenly froze.
The mark is small and weak, almost undetectable.
The ranger is very familiar with it.
Because this thing can only be left behind if it has a callus left by skillfully using a weapon, and the weapon that left this shape of callus is the short sword that he personally forged when he was a boy, and gave it to him when he left Chang'an.
Wu Zetian.
This also means who really killed this child.
An unprecedented anger suddenly arose in the heart of the ranger. Rather than being angry, it was more of a feeling that could not be described in words. The pain was so painful that it exceeded the damage of any weapon. He rushed into the palace with his body skills, looking for
Arrive at Wu Zhaoyi.
In Zhaoyi Palace.
The woman's eyes were red, and she kept washing her hands, and her hands turned red.
When she saw the knight who was no longer young, her eyes were red. The huge psychological pressure made her want to complain, want to tell her struggles and helpless choices. It was an unprecedented cruel choice.
Whether to let his daughter die and try to fight back; or under the huge power of the Queen, all his relatives, friends and old friends were suppressed, so that they were displaced. This decision was cruel, at least when it was decided for the first time.
Cruel.
What she faced was a gaze as cold as a sword's edge, which stabbed her back:
"...What exactly did you do?"
The ranger walked in with a fierce energy wrapped around him.
"Kill your own daughter with your own hands."
"what do you want to do!"
"Is power so important to you?!"
"Even willing to trade your daughter for it?"
In the words of the ranger, disbelief, disappointment, and pain were mixed together, turning into fierce energy.
The woman's lips trembled, and finally she laughed at herself, because she had indeed killed the child with her own hands, and there were murderous moves in the palace. She said calmly: "That's true."
Chen Yuan did not expect that he would get such an answer.
When he asked like this, there was always some hidden expectation in his heart, hoping for a certain reason.
But the woman in front of me has been stubborn since she was a child.
After all, there was no peace talk that day, because when the once naughty woman faced her young friend, she took a step back and said: "Guard, assassin!" The harsh voice echoed in the Daming Palace, accompanied by,
There was also the chilling aura brought by the armor when a large number of Xuanwu Forbidden Forces were mobilized. The ranger took a deep look at the woman.
He took out the longevity lock he carved himself.
The words of the past are still fresh in my ears.
'Actually, it's not bad. Maybe I will give birth to a princess or a prince? When the time comes, just give me this longevity lock.'
'You can also engrave a word on it, such as your own symbol.'
The former girl gestured with her hands and said: 'You will be my child's uncle by then.'
A trace of warmth appeared in Wu Zhaoyi's eyes and she opened her mouth.
The ranger clenched his fingers together fiercely.
Since Tianzhu got the jade book, the longevity lock that had been preserved for more than ten years turned into powder.
With a flick of his sleeves, the Buddhist willpower overflowed, eventually mixed into the fragments of white jade, and rose up between the two of them, just like the sunshine in the winter when they were young, and finally disappeared, the ranger turned around,
Step away and never look back.
The woman behind her lips trembled.
Finally, she turned her head and walked towards the palace with golden steps step by step.
That year was young and spring was warm.
'Brother Chen, if I become the master of the world, will you still treat me well?'
'certainly!'
PS: Second update today…………
Please read clearly the activities mentioned in this chapter. I only applied today.
So starting from today to the end of the month, this chapter will be released during this period of time, ah, lying dead.
"New Tang Book": After Zhaoyi gave birth to a daughter, she took care of her and went away. Zhaoyi hid under her quilt and killed her.
Waiting for the emperor to arrive, Yang was talking happily, and looked at the child, who was dead. He asked the people around him in surprise, and they all said: "The queen is coming." Zhaoyi burst into tears, but the emperor could not see, and said angrily: "Kill my daughter later."
"Tang Huiyao": Zhaoyi's daughter died violently. The king and queen were also reported to kill her. The emperor then had the intention of deposing her.