MTL - Kunning-Chapter 242 return of the dead

At the gate of the city that was wide open, Zhou Yinzhi gradually stopped the bloodied corpse and fell down in the road. A **** prelude was faintly kicked off amidst the miasma of loess rising up from the sky.

Yan Lin waved his hand, and the army entered the city.

Jiang Xuening walked from the outside of the city gate to the inside of the city gate, and those familiar streets appeared before her eyes again, from the previous life to the present life, they still vaguely looked the same. It’s just that there isn’t a single open shop, the doors are closed, or it’s dilapidated. How can there still be the grand scene of the bustling capital city in the past?

A long time ago, it was on this long street that Yan Lin led her galloping horse through the Lantern Festival in high spirits; At that time, the team that seemed to be happy but actually sad also meandered through the city; Xie Juan was still keeping a low profile, walking from his mansion to the Youhuang Pavilion with his hands behind his back for a string and a few pieces of good wood to look for Lu Significantly…

Everything starts here and ends here.

She thought that she would be very happy to have revenge for killing Zhou Yinzhi.

But it seems not.

Standing on this long street, seeing the rows of soldiers marching forward, Jiang Xuening felt a kind of emptiness in his heart, as if he suddenly didn't know what he was going to do next, and where he should go.

Xie Wei stood beside her, watching with her, but didn't say a word.

Jiang Xuening asked him suddenly: "What about you?"

Xie Wei looked back: "What?"

Jiang Xuening said: "What are you going to do after revenge is over?"

Xie Wei looked at her and didn't answer for a long time.

Will he be happy if his obsession for more than twenty years and the **** feud overthrown by his life experience are rewarded one day?

Or, just like her sudden feeling...

Jiang Xuening is really hard to figure out.

The fallen leaves in late autumn were blown by the wind and covered the corners of the long street. The sound of marching footsteps extended to the end of the street. The sentinels who came forward to spy on the news rode fast horses. Lu Xian frowned and talked to Yan Lin at the other end. What. On the other side of the long street, a young monk in blue came running quickly, but was stopped by soldiers along the way. He struggled to explain something, until he suddenly saw Xie Wei on the other side, so he stretched out his hand Fingers, eyes are bright...

Xie Wei was suddenly in a trance.

He said to Daoqin beside him: "Let him come over."

Daoqin walked over according to his words, explained to the soldiers over there, and walked over with the little monk.

Jiang Xuening looked at it curiously.

The little monk was obviously a bit afraid of Xie Wei, but when he came in front of him, he clasped his hands together and nodded very politely, and said: "A few days ago, there was a benefactor named Meng who was covered in blood. , Said that he would come to inform the benefactor and thank the benefactor. I heard that the Xinzhou army has entered the city, so I specially sent a little monk to report."

Xie Wei knew who he was talking about, so he lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Xuening looked at the monk but was confused.

Xie Wei suddenly turned to her and asked, "Have you been to the White Pagoda Temple?"

Jiang Xuening's heart trembled abruptly.

She has heard of the name of Baita Temple, but she has never been there.

The words stuck in his throat, but he couldn't get out of his mouth.

But Xie Wei took her hand and said with a smile: "There is an old friend you also know over there, I have to go there. You go with me, okay?"

Jiang Xuening couldn't say a word of rejection.

Xie Wei then pulled her onto the horse, held her in his arms, rode away, passed through several streets, and soon saw a tall white pagoda in the distance.

The barren city was killed all over the place.

The ground was originally covered with fallen leaves, and no one cleaned it. Not a single commoner could be seen in the market, even if some people did not leave the city, they all closed their doors tightly at this time to avoid disasters.

However, the road ahead was actually clean.

On the moss on the old stone slabs, there are fresh traces of broom strokes, and there is not a single fallen leaf. At the end is an ancient and remote temple. The maple leaves in the temple are already red, but in this late autumn season, it is a bit bright like clouds.

Xie Wei reined in his horse here.

He held out his hand to Jiang Xuening again and helped her get off the horse.

Just in front of the temple gate, a young monk came out with a basin and sprinkled water on the ground that had just been swept. He didn't seem to have expected that there would be people coming to pay respects to the Buddha at this time. When he first saw the two of them, there was a bit of strangeness in his eyes.

However, when he saw Xie Wei, his eyes widened instantly.

Xie Wei knew that he recognized him, but he didn't talk nonsense, he just asked, "Where is Abbot Wangchen?"

The little monk was stuttering, and after standing for a while, he quickly put the water basin in his hand on the corner of the wall, and said: "The abbot is meditating in the meditation room, little monk, this, this is the transmission!"

After speaking, he ran inside quickly.

Xie Wei ignored him, and just walked into the temple with Jiang Xuening.

There are many bodhi trees planted under the wall.

The abbot's meditation room is still at the back, an ordinary and simple one.

When he got to the front, Xie Wei said to her: "Wait for me here for a while."

Jiang Xuening nodded.

Xie Wei walked straight in, his figure was blocked by the door in the blink of an eye, and a Buddha's chant came from the window of the meditation room covered with yellow window paper, followed by a gentle conversation.

As we all know, although Xie Wei was in the imperial court, he not only read Taoist scriptures, but also understood Buddhism, so he was able to make good friends with scholars, and he was also on par with the previous national teacher, Monk Yuanji.

It's just that this is the first time she has seen him really have anything to do with the temple.

The benefactor surnamed Meng, she also knows...

Is it Meng Yang?

Jiang Xuening thought about it, and found that she didn't seem very curious about it, she just raised her eyes to look around, and then saw the stone pavilion not far ahead.

At that moment, she clearly didn't see the name of this stone pavilion, but there was a strange feeling in her heart that made her heart beat suddenly, so she stepped up and walked towards it.

When you get close, you can see clearly.

It really is Chaoyin Pavilion.

The stone pavilion is built up by seven steps. Inside the pavilion is an old wooden table, and an incense burner is placed on the table. It seems that the incense has been burned in the morning. Although there is no cigarette smoke at this moment, it can be vaguely smelled from the void. Diluted agarwood.

Next to this stone pavilion is a vast forest of steles.

Each piece is six feet high and one foot wide.

One name after another is engraved on it.

Some of the later ones don't even have names.

It can be seen that they have stood here for a long time, and there are traces of wind and rain erosion on the edges of each piece, and they are even covered with dust.

Jiang Xuening walked slowly inside to see, Zhao Qian, Sun Li, all kinds of surnames; There are many names...

Three hundred righteous children's tombs.

She had never seen it in her previous life, because it seemed to have nothing to do with her after all. If she hadn't heard You Fangyin mention it when she was under house arrest in Kunning Palace, she might not have known about it. The final ups and downs of her previous life were all tied to On top of this **** old incident more than 20 years ago.

Finally saw it today.

She didn't read fast, and she would stop for a moment every time she saw a name, as if she wanted them to leave a little trace in her memory.

It's just that when he walked to the southeast corner, Jiang Xuening suddenly stopped for a long time, and didn't go any further.

There is also a stone monument in front of him.

But it is very different from those around it.

On the stone tablet next to it, either a clear name or surname is engraved, or there is no word. But this piece was originally engraved with names and surnames, but it seemed that it was forcibly cut off before the engraving was finished, leaving only a few mottled dents and a few messy engravings on it.

A voice suddenly sounded from behind her: "This is me."

Jiang Xuening turned around.

Xie Wei had already come out of the meditation room at some point, an old monk was standing beside the steps under the Chaoyin Pavilion in the distance, and beside him was a pale-faced Meng Yang, but he just watched and did not come over.

At the first moment, Jiang Xuening didn't understand what Xie Wei meant.

He came to her side.

The dust accumulated on the dark stone tablet was gently brushed away by him.

Xie Wei looked at her and smiled: "Originally, the name and surname were to be engraved here, but she refused to believe that the pile of dry bones and mud after the snow melted was me. When the craftsman engraved the name on it , she took the carving knife away, and destroyed the name engraved on it. Then she told others that her child may not have died, even if she had already suffered misfortune and was to be buried in the ground, she should not be named Xiao anymore."

It was clearly said with a smile.

But Jiang Xuening didn't know why when she listened, her eyes were hot, and she felt a little choked up in her throat.

Xie Wei said quietly, "I am a person who should have died more than twenty years ago."

Jiang Xuening reached out to shake his hand, and shook her head at him: "No, you are not."

Her palms were sweaty and she was even shaking.

Xie Wei then smiled: "What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Xuening couldn't tell him, but said: "No matter what, she wants you to live."

Xie Wei's Adam's apple twitched slightly, he didn't speak for a long time, he clenched his fingers hanging by his side tightly, but in the end he didn't respond to her words, he just said: "Don't come here alone in the future, it's time to go."

He pulled her out.

When passing under the Chaoyin Pavilion, Meng Yang took a look at them, and the abbot Wangchen clasped his hands together and proclaimed a Buddha's name to them: "Amitabha, all dharmas are empty!"

Jiang Xuening didn't have the root of wisdom, so she couldn't understand.

Xie Wei did not respond.

He took Jiang Xuening out of the White Pagoda Temple again, Yan Lin led a crowd of soldiers waiting outside the door, while Lu Xian stood at the bottom of the steps, seeing them coming out, he took a look at Jiang Xuening before walking forward.

Xie Wei stopped.

He came up and whispered something to him.

Xie Wei didn't seem to care much: "Let her come, don't stop her."

Lu Xian stared at him for a long time and asked, "Do you really want to win?"

Xie Wei said, "Thought."

Lu Xian then said: "But if what you want changes, your win will be a loss for others."

Xie Wei said plainly: "I will not lose."

He didn't speak to Lu Xian again.

During the time he entered the White Pagoda Temple, Yan Lin and others had already led the army to find out the situation in the city. After Tianjiao's rebel army entered the city, they apparently encountered a long-planned ambush. Blood flowed everywhere in Nanchengfang City of Xicheng, spreading along Chang'an Avenue all the way to the Forbidden City.

On the side of the road, some belonged to the Catholic Church, and some belonged to the imperial court.

There were even those who were injured but survived.

When the Xinzhou army passed by the blood-stained road, they cried and begged: "Save us, save us..."

When most people saw it, they felt sympathy.

However, Xie Wei's eyes flicked past them, but it only brought back the memories of the past, and he didn't stop for a long time. He and Yan Lin and others went straight to the Forbidden City that was too quiet in front of them.

The gate of the palace has already been breached by Tianjiao.

Dead bodies that have not had time to clean up can be seen everywhere.

The originally golden Tai Chi Hall was now covered with a layer of blood red.

Wan Xiuzi looked around, almost in disbelief.

Surprisingly, only a few thousand remnants of soldiers were left beside him, all of them had red eyes and wounds on their bodies. Even his own waist was stuck with a feathered arrow that hadn't been pulled out, only the body of the arrow was broken off, and the arrow was still in his body, but he didn't dare to take it out for the time being.

The situation before the main hall was not much better.

Thousands of elite soldiers lined up in front of the main hall, guarding the emperor in the middle. It's just that with disheveled hair and bare feet, Shen Lang still looks like the lord of a country in the past?

He laughed nervously.

The civil and military men of the whole dynasty, those who did not surrender to the enemy, those who did not run away, those who were devoted to the emperor, were all trembling and paralyzed in the main hall, looking at the Tianjiao Rebel Army who had pushed to the front of the hall and confronted them with lingering fear.

Shen Jie, the king of Linzi, Xiao Yuan, Duke of Ding, Gu Chunfang, minister of punishment, Jiang Boyou, servant of the household department, and even Xiao Dingfei were among them...

It's just that Zhang Zhe was not seen.

Xiao Shu, who was already the respected imperial concubine, was standing in the corner at this moment, looking at the laughing Shen Lang, she felt cold all over her body, and her heart was full of bleakness.

If you only talk about mental skills, Shen Lang is undoubtedly a qualified emperor.

He deliberately mobilized the troops at the gate of the city, instead ordered people to lie in ambush at the narrow entrance of the market, and when Tianjiao thought he had won the victory, he gave him a head-on blow, which really caught the opponent by surprise.

Fighting all the way, unexpectedly won the match!

Although he was beaten into the palace now, he didn't show any signs of panic, and even had an indescribable joy, which only made people wonder: Does this emperor still have other cards in his hand?

Wan Xiuzi looked at him gloomyly, and was a little uncertain at this moment.

No matter what happened behind, that dragon chair was placed high up in the Tai Chi Hall.

More than twenty years ago, he was only one step away from this position; it's a pity that King Pingnan was entangled in royal grievances and insisted on exterminating Shen's blood, so that he was killed by reinforcements, and finally fell short of success!

After more than twenty years, he once again stood under this dragon chair!

In front of the Tai Chi Hall, the sun was shining brightly, and tens of thousands of people were facing each other, but there was only the sound of wind blowing past in the formation, and no one dared to make a sound.

So at this time, the voice in the distance became clear.

At that time, the uniform footsteps of many people hit the solid stone-paved ground of the palace one by one, and gradually became closer, as if every step was on people's hearts, affecting the beating of people's hearts!

There was a commotion on both sides of the Tianjiao and the imperial court.

Both Shen Lang and Wan Xiuzi looked towards the palace gate.

When they saw the flag of the Xinzhou Army raised from a distance, the remnant soldiers on the Tianjiao side only felt a burst of panic, but a small part of the officials on the other side of the court cheered up almost immediately, and even cried with joy!

"It's Master Xie and Prince Yan's Xinzhou Army!"

"They're finally here!"

"Teacher of the King of Diligence, God helps us to rule, and the gang of thieves taught by God will definitely confess here today!"

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However, in contrast, Shen Lang's complexion suddenly turned ashen.

Wan Xiuzi seemed to have heard a big joke, raised his finger at these stupid pustules, and laughed loudly: "Rescue soldiers, you should still be rescuers! Hahahaha..."

Xie Wei, dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe that was not stained by dust, slowly approached in the gust of wind.

Almost everyone's eyes were looking in his direction.

Jiang Xuening was beside him, looking at the scene of the tragic confrontation in front of him, he felt the whole world turned pale, and he felt a strange sense of dizziness.

The crushing army was like a tide, arrayed in front of the Tai Chi Hall, almost surrounding everyone.

When those people in the court heard Wan Xiuzi's loud laughter, there was a burst of noise.

Wan Xiuzi only thought that he was already pitiful, but he never thought that there were people in the world who were more pitiful and pitiful than himself, so he laughed wildly, raised his hand and pointed at Wei Wei, and said loudly: "In the court He has been an official for seven or eight years! Right under your noses! You didn’t even recognize him! How could this be a prince who dedicated himself to your court? This is clearly a devil who demands your life at any time and wants you to pay your blood debt !"

Xiao Dingfei hid in the crowd, sighed softly, and thought: The days of cheating and cheating are coming to an end...

Xie Wei walked up the steps without saying a word.

Duke Ding Xiao Yuan looked at him, then at Wan Xiuzi, suddenly thought of something, and an unspeakable fear suddenly spread in his heart!

Immediately afterwards, that ominous premonition came true.

Under everyone's terrified gazes, Wan Xiu's voice, which was filled with incomparable malice and even a bit of complacency, rang out in front of the spacious Tai Chi Hall, but it carried an extremely gloomy flavor: " Twenty years ago, at this time and place, his name was not Xie Ju'an, but Xiao Dingfei!"

There was a "hum" in the heads of many people in the ruling and opposition parties.

Xie Wei just stood still, looked at the crowd very calmly, and said indifferently: "It's so lively, I seem to be a bit late."