The plum blossoms bloom all over the mountains, and there are poetic scenes everywhere.

The plum blossoms were as messy as snow, and they were all over.

People walking down the plum blossoms are like small groups of people walking on the spring team.

Tang San's burial was on a small path, with plum blossoms dotted and falling all over the body. The plum blossoms on the ground were crushed into mud, and the fragrance was as quiet as before.

Walking barefoot on the trail. Tang San was buried in Wanhua Garden and entering the Jade Buddha Temple. Someone paid attention to him, but no one paid attention to him.

Those who do not recognize him only think that this monk is so handsome. Those who know him know that he is an ascetic monk. He has been like this when he came to the capital a few days ago. He has never seen any preaching and chanting scriptures. He just wore a broken monk's robe and walked around naked.

Come to the north and exit the south. Walk slowly, walk around the streets and alleys. You may walk on the lively streets or walk in the cold alleys.

Until the sun is covered, it reveals a yin and is covered with white mist.

On the deserted street, Tang Sanzang stopped slightly, stood on the road, looking up at the clouds.

His feet turned red slightly, not sure if they were frozen or ground.

After a while, countless pedestrians passed by, and Tang Sanzang finally withdrew his gaze and walked to another place.

...

"Small, just keep your voice! I only seek wealth, not anything else."

There were faint whispers in the corner of the alley.

Theft and robbery are inevitable even if a country is in a capital.

A middle-aged man, with a torn garment covered in patches, was holding a rusty kitchen knife across a woman's neck.

The woman dared not scream and sobbed.

"Don't cry... I only need one or two taels of silver! One or two must have!" The man whispered, his eyes turned red, and he licked his dry and cracked lips nervously.

The woman was wearing ordinary cloth clothes, and the vegetables in the vegetable basket were scattered on the ground, and she was not a wealthy family. She clasped against the frost wall and shook her head in panic: "This man, I, I have only seven words on my body."

She trembled and raised her palms, covered with calluses, and several copper plates were lonely in her palms.

The man looked down at the copper plate, stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said something that he would return to the next day, and snatch it away. He didn't even know that two of them fell, so he ran away.

"Help! Robbery!" the woman finally shouted.

The man was in a cold mood and ran stumbled. Seeing that he was about to run out of the alley, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Amitabha." Tang Sanzang chanted the Buddhist scriptures.

The man robbed the first time, there was a ghost. He was blocked in the alley and was frightened. When he saw that man was a monk with red lips and white teeth. He thought that the Buddha felt guilty, so he threw away the kitchen knife with a "clang" and knelt in front of Tang Sanzang repeatedly and shouted wildly.

"I am guilty! I am guilty! I am guilty of poison, and I am ashamed of the Buddha! I beg the Buddha to give the villain a chance and I will quit drug addiction and sincerely go to the Buddha!"

The bang sound was crisp, and as a result, Tang Sanzang closed his eyes slightly and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Donor, please look at me."

The man raised his head in a daze, his forehead was hematoma, his nose and tears mixed, and he looked embarrassed.

Looking at the clear eyes, the man suddenly felt as if he was looking up at the night sky, staring at the stars in the sky, and his mind was unconsciously immersed in it.

The past of life is like a passing light passing by.

The old father kowtowed in front of him and cried bitterly.

Kowtow in front of the Buddha, and the future is broad.

Go astray and get involved in gambling and spend all your money.

The wife and children are separated. They are robbed with a knife and want to make a comeback.

All the pictures flew through their eyes and eventually turned into one word.

bet

...

"Amitabha."

Tang Sanzang folded his hands together, turned around and left, and the alley returned to silence.

The woman fighting against the wall saw the man folding his hands together, kneeling on the ground, looking up, motionless as if he was worshiping Buddha, and tried to shout.

No answer.

He hurriedly squatted down and picked up two scattered copper plates and vegetables. The woman was about to escape from the other side, but suddenly she remembered that there were still a few copper coins in the man's hands, which was enough for the husband and children in the family to eat for a day.

She was unwilling to accept her heart, so she plucked her courage to walk back, carefully walked behind the man who was still moving, kicked the knife over, picked up her hands and held it, and said tremblingly: "Give me my money, my money."

The man turned his back to her without moving.

"Give me the money!" The woman's voice raised a little.

The man still did not move.

Reminding how brave the woman came forward, and kicked the man behind her toes. Who would have thought——

With just a gentle touch, the man leaned forward and pierced his head on the ground, lying on his side without moving.

His eyes were wide open, as if he was still watching something, his face was covered with tears and snot.

He had no breath at the tip of his nose and had died.

After a moment, the alleys were swinging open.

"Kill...kill!!!"

The surrounding neighbors and pedestrians were alarmed. They gathered towards the alley and became noisy.

In the crowd, a red lips and white teeth were seen, and the monk figure was moving against the current and gradually moved away.

...

Two days passed by in a hurry.

When he returned to the house two days ago, Li Xianyuan never left again. A poem from Wanhuayuan made Li Xianyuan famous, and his previous poems of charm were also dug out. The poem "Butterfly Love Flower" fascinated many girls. They all thought that Li Xianyuan was a lovely boy, and they all looked forward to seeing him.

People who met Li Xianyuan came one after another, and those who sent the letters also left one after another.

As the victim, Li Xianyuan was so low-key that no one saw him. The visitors were all handled by the housekeeper Wen. He sat alone in the main hall, holding warm tea in his hand, and looked at the rockery in the courtyard, with snow falling and misty fog.

The maid walked through and left footprints, covered with fresh snow, and left new footprints, repeatedly.

Three more days later, Li Xianyuan's reputation remained popular, but the number of visitors in front of the mansion became increasingly rare.

Li Xianyuan suddenly felt neglected. Not only after the farewell of Wanhuayuan, King Cheng never came again. Even the retainer offended Li Xianyuan and the prince who should have apologized and won favor with him did not appear.

The Shang Dynasty has always had a tradition that whenever he wrote a poem about weather, he would be announced to the morning court, but there was no movement at all, and the emperor would not have been able to announce his entry into the court for a long time.

Under all kinds of things, things are worth pondering.

So those who are interested can figure it out, but still can't figure it out clearly.

For example, today is the emperor's, and then the prince and the prince Cheng's. These three people did not move and just left Li Xianyuan alone. What were their plans?

I can’t figure it out before thinking about it, so I simply don’t think about it and just wait and see what’s going on.

For a moment, there were so many people in front of Li's mansion.

Li Xianyuan was so happy. Now that the connections in the capital have not been clarified, it is not his style to take office just by taking office like this.

Moreover, Li Xian Pratyekabuddha's state of mind has changed a few times recently. It seems to be a breakthrough nearby, and he has no time to reason about the worldly affairs.

This situation lasted for more than half a month, and news finally came from the palace.

An old eunuch came out in a carriage and ran out to the sky gate. He swayed around the imperial city for half a circle, and then took another civilian carriage to the Li Mansion, and a message came from.

At noon, the queen suddenly opened the golden mouth to see Li Xianyuan, so she asked Li Xianyuan to prepare and follow him into the palace.

Queen? How could anyone who can't even get a single person?

The queen is only dressed in the market, but she has not passed on good poems. How could she think of seeing herself?
Chapter completed!