The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 932: House arrest

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The eighteenth day of the first month of the third year of Tiande.

The Lantern Festival atmosphere in Guanyun City has not yet dissipated, but Fan Guo Changjin City has gradually returned to its normal appearance.

The dusk drum of Baima Temple has sounded, and the bells have melodious tolls. This has been the case for thousands of years. The people in Changjin City have long been accustomed to it. Even the birds outside Changjin City seem to know that it is time to return to their nests.

Xu Yunqing came to Baima Chanyuan at the moment when the dusk drum sounded. She didn't come to stay and return home, she came to see someone, someone who didn't dare to see her.

A man who should be dead.

She stood in front of the open door of Baima Zen Monastery. Facing the door was an old pine and the gray-white pagoda hidden behind the old pine.

She looked around, surrounded by white marble floors, a huge life-release pond, and high red walls surrounding the temple.

There is a carved couplet on both sides of the gate:

There are all kinds of teachings, and they are all different in nature. They cannot be adopted, abandoned, illegal, or not illegal.

Buddha’s original vehicle is one vehicle with different origins, so it is said to be the inferior vehicle, the middle vehicle, the superior vehicle, and the superior vehicle.

Hengbiao: One multiplication of all methods!

Xu Yunqing smiled brightly, with a touch of pride on her face - this was written by her son Fu Xiaoguan at the Wu Dynasty Cultural Conference, and now it is engraved on the door of the largest temple in Fan State.

This is naturally a supreme honor for her son, and as a mother, she feels deeply honored.

I thought of Fu Xiaoguan. After this trip, it was time to go to Wu Dynasty to formally meet him.

This boy is much better than his father. In just two years, he managed the Wu Dynasty in an orderly and prosperous way.

His ten wives are also very good. Now he has nine children, and he has nine grandchildren. She is not very good at raising grandchildren, but she can learn.

If the fat man can take care of him, of course I can take care of him better.

It’s just that the guy inside chose to become a monk... What on earth did he think?

Just when the last sound of the evening drum faded away, and just when she gathered her thoughts and stepped into the door, she suddenly stopped.

Standing just inside the gate, she heard another melodious bell ringing.

"Boom...!"

The sound of the bell seemed to hit her chest, making her suddenly frown, and then she saw two familiar people walking towards her - Emperor Fan Zigui and Queen Hui.

"Long time no see!" Fan Zigui had a hint of sadness on his fat face!

Xu Yunqing frowned slightly and looked at Queen Hui, who had a faint forced smile on her face.

"Long time no see...where are the others?"

Fan Zigui stretched out his hand and said, "I'm inviting you inside!"

Fan Zigui walked in front. Queen Hui and Xu Yunqing walked side by side and whispered: "I'm afraid you don't know that he was seriously injured in the avalanche that year. He was delayed for many days in the Wu Dynasty. His injury worsened, and it has not improved under the sect leader's care in the past two years."

Xu Yunqing looked solemn and tense, and looked at Queen Hui: "So when the sect master came to the Taoist temple last year, he was already dead?"

"Well, he was dying by then."

"But why didn't the sect master tell me!"

The words were spoken so loudly that the tranquility of the temple was broken, and a few birds living in the forest were startled.

"Yun Qing, I don't know why the sect master didn't tell you. I think he didn't want the sect master to look for you."

Empress Hui also turned to look at Xu Yunqing at this moment, "What conflict happened between you...?"

"...We have no contradictions."

Queen Hui withdrew her gaze, Xu Yunqing took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "Am I already late?"

Queen Hui nodded, "It's just a step too late."

……

……

In the monastery in the backyard of Baima Zen Monastery, there is a dark coffin.

The coffin was not new, it looked like it was a year or two old.

Many monks were sitting around the coffin, knocking on wooden fish and singing Sanskrit chants. The sect leader slowly stood up and came to Xu Yunqing's side, "Go and sit in the Zen room."

"I will burn a handful of yellow paper for him first."

Xu Yunqing walked over, grabbed a handful of yellow paper and threw it into the brazier. Only then did a string of tears fall on her beautiful face - she looked at the coffin, her shoulders twitched twice, and she whispered Said: "This time... I'm afraid you are really dead."

"Wu Changfeng, did you die in this way to make me feel guilty for the rest of my life?"

"You are wrong. I know you will never die with your eyes closed. Haven't you always wanted to know those true images? It's a pity that you don't know anything after all."

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? I was originally going to tell you all this, but now it's okay. You don't know anymore after I tell you. Just go and I will live well."

She threw another handful of yellow paper into the brazier, stood up and counted several breaths in silence, then turned and followed the sect master into the Zen room.

"Sorry!"

"Wuai, how did he spend his last days?"

"At the third watch, change clothes and cleanse the face, recite the Diamond Sutra, ring the morning bell of the White Horse Temple at the fifth watch, meditate for an hour at the sixth watch, have a meal at the third watch, feed the fish in the Merit Pond, or weed in the flower garden at the sixth watch. After lunch, I took a nap for half an hour and wandered around the courtyard. Shen Shi occasionally chatted and played chess with His Majesty, or wrote and read in the study. At dusk, the drums sounded, I ate, recited the "Nanhua Sutra", and at the end of Xu Shi, I took a bath. Lights out."

"Absolutely."

Xu Yunqing pursed her lips and took a deep breath, "What are his last words?"

"Left peacefully, without leaving any last words."

Xu Yunqing frowned, "I want to take him back."

"Where to go back?"

"Back to the Wu Dynasty...he died, and his son was worshiping the empty Zi Palace in the Emperor's Mausoleum of the Wu Dynasty. For such a big thing, his son must be informed and see his remains with his own eyes. ”

The lord of the sect suddenly fell silent, and after a moment he slowly said: "In that case... How about I wait until this ritual is completed and send him off in person?"

"Okay! How long will the ceremony take?"

"Jiutian, you can live here or in the palace."

"Is this the Zen room where he lived?"

"Exactly."

"Then I'll live here."

"Okay, I won't disturb you."

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

Queen Hui came in and sat in front of Xu Yunqing, "It's... too deserted here, why not go to the palace?"

"Forget it, I didn't spend much time with him when he was alive. Now that he's dead, let me fulfill my obligations as a wife."

Queen Hui lowered her head and said, "Let what happened in the past go and don't hurt yourself. You still have many things that you may need to do, so I won't disturb you. If you want, come to the palace, or Tell someone to bring you a message and I will come here to accompany you."

"Okay."

"Farewell!"

“No!”

The door closed, Xu Yunqing raised his head and exhaled a breath, but his eyes tightened, and a hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth - Nine days of rituals, leaving for Wu Dynasty on the 27th of the first lunar month, arriving in late February.

Spring flowers are blooming, but Guanyun City should not suffer from the cold spring weather.