Chapter 102 Clear Song

Shi Yan looked at the great back of the pool of Tai Ye. The moonlight sprinkled on him, and there was a layer of wounds in the confusion. He couldn't help turning his head and looking at the northwest of the position where he stood. He only needed to pass through another palace, which was the Linzhao Palace. He was hesitating. He had always been so embarrassed!

Several times, he tried to persuade him to give up like that, but he never said anything. It's really a pity for a woman who can make him unguarded and unvigiled to give up like this. Isn't it too painful? Obviously, it is beside him, but it seems to be out of reach. Who did she give her heart after all? So affectionate, why did she escape again and again?

Finally, Xia Houchen slowly moved his pace and told himself that for the last time, he would allow her to be so presumptuous.

In front of the Linzhao Palace, the guard met the driver and hurriedly saluted. He strode straight into the palace door, and the courtyard was full of weeds. Under the moonlight, it became more and more remote and desolate, empty and cold. A smell of moisture and mold came to his nose, and his heart was extremely cold and sad. He couldn't help speeding up his pace. He was about to enter the inner room. A guarded old palace man flashed out to dissuade him and said, "Your Majesty, the room is dirty and dirty, and you can't enter!"

He was so anxious that he only walked in, which still allow the old palace people to say more.

As he entered the room, a turbid air rushed into his nose. He ran to the couch. Under the dark candlelight, she lay stiffly on the couch and her face was thin. Her hands stroked her face tremblingly. She was shocked by the hot cheeks and was about to drink angrily. The old palace man had reported by himself: "Your Majesty, the palace is cold, and her bones are weak. Last night Unexpectedly, she slept in the courtyard and suffered from the wind and cold. This morning, she had a high fever. The maidservant brought some cold water to cover her head. Now she has cooled down some heat, but she is still unconscious!"

Xia Houchen glared at her and shouted, "Why don't you report it?"

The old woman sighed faintly and seemed to be fearless: "This is the life sent to the Linzhao Palace. It's God's will!"

He called several times, but he didn't want her to respond. He picked her up and ran straight out. At the same time, he roared, "Go to the imperial doctor!"

This night, Chengxiang Hall was no longer calm. Everyone was trembling and didn't even dare to make a sound when walking. Several imperial doctors who entered the palace late at night sweated coldly, hoping that the unconscious people could wake up early to save them from the deep fire.

However, the sky did not follow people's wishes. For three days, she repeated her fever at night and became hot during the day. Medicine and acupuncture were useless. Everyone in the hospital was in danger. She endured every day, but she was helpless.

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Xia Houchen sat in front of the bed and clenched the jade pendant in his hand and stared at her in a coma without blinking: Are you like this again? Are you torturing me again? What can I do to save your heart? He sneered. He regained her body with supreme power, but he couldn't get her heart. It turned out that power was not omnipotent. At least on her, it was useless at all. Her body would give in, but her heart was arrogant and stubborn, and never gave in!

He leaned over, stroked her forehead, and almost smiled bitterly: "Yin Piaoxuan, you haven't tortured me enough? Sleep well tonight and wake up tomorrow!"

He didn't expect her answer. He sighed and closed his eyes tiredly.

Three days of sleeplessness, just close your eyes, and the heavy eyelids can no longer be opened. I don't know how long it took, but he only felt a cool wind pouring directly from the soles of his feet to his neck. He vigilantly opened his blood-covered eyes, but his body did not move. He closed his eyes for a moment and held his breath, as if he had never woken up.

He suddenly had a strange feeling and had two eyes looking at him. The wind seemed to be getting colder and colder. He clearly felt something approaching, and his hand holding the jade pendant was tighter. His eyes narrowed a crack and stared straight at her face. The only idea was that no one could hurt her.

The wind gently brushed her face and raised several hairs. A sweet smile suddenly appeared at the corners of her mouth, and then whispered softly.

Xiahouchen opened her eyes and rushed forward to hold her hand excitedly: "Piaoer--"

At the same time, there was a "huh" sound in his ear, as if something had passed him. He looked back doubtfully and saw nothing. When he turned his head and looked at her again, he was still calm, as if the smile just now and the sound were just his illusion.

"Don't, don't go!" She frowned slightly and muttered in pain: "Second brother, don't leave, don't leave me!"

He put down her hand sadly, raised the corners of his mouth bitterly, and stared at the jade pendant in his palm. His brain roared, which was completely cold. He took a breath almost unbelievable and spit out word by word: "Yin Xiaoting!"

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Master Kong stood quietly in front of the gate outside the temple, and a long stone ladder under his feet winding to the mountain gate. The little monk standing behind him stared at the mountain gate tightly: "Master, I have been waiting for three days. Will you really come?"

He counted the Buddha beads, closed his eyes slightly, read some words in his mouth, and waited was also a kind of cultivation.

Dust rubbed his nose, and felt that the people they were waiting for would not come today. Thinking about it, they were shocked to see that the group at the mountain gate were picking up the steps and couldn't help exclaiming, "Master, here we're coming!"

"Amitabha!"

The group approached, and the little monk looked at the man in black with a smile: "Lord, I'm finally waiting for you!"

"Dust, don't be rude!" Master Kong Wu shouted majestically, and Chen put his hands together and lowered his head.

"Lord, please!" He nodded in a benevolent voice.

Xia Houchen frowned and glanced at the two: "Are you waiting for me?"

"The name of the poor monk is empty. Three days ago, the abbot who has been closed for many years left the customs a few days ago, making the poor monks welcome distinguished guests here!"

He sneered softly: "How did you know that I was your distinguished guest?"

With an empty smile: "Please!"

Although he had doubts, he still strode into the Bici Temple and reported it first. He led the way and ran straight to the abbot's Zen room.

The old abbot of Bici Temple held a rosary and sat straight on the futon cross-legged. The room was very quiet. The incense burner had a faint smell of incense. The emptiness led Xia Houchen into the Zen room and retreated respectfully.

Xiahou Chen sat quietly in front of the old abbot and stared straight into his closed eyes: "Is the abbot waiting for me?"

"Wait or not, it's all fate!"

He asked hesitantly, "Abbot, you are a Taoist monk of the Jin Dynasty. In your opinion, can there be ghosts and gods in the world?"

"Mountains, rivers and the earth are dust!"

Xia Houchen took a breath and saw that his eyes were still slightly closed: "Does the abbot know my identity?"

A smile appeared on the corners of the old abbot's mouth: "The donor is extraordinary. How many people are there in the world?"

He hesitated for a long time, clenched his fist slightly, and finally brought out all the doubts in his heart. The old abbot shook his head slightly and only asked the names of the two. He opened his holy Buddha-like eyes and smiled, "Is it fate or evil!" Why are you so persistent? The benefactor has a jade pendant on his body. Can you borrow it from the old man?

Xiahouchen's body shook. He had a good jade pendant. It was her jade pendant. He didn't want the jade pendant to stay with her, but how did the old abbot in front of him know? Although it was strange, he took out the jade pendant and handed it to the old abbot.

"Yin Xiaoting, Yin Pianxuan!" The old abbot stroked the jade pendant and sighed: "One thought of fate is born and one thought of fate!" The two of them have wisdom roots and are predestined to be with my Buddha, but how can the world be easily untied?

Seeing that the old abbot's words became more and more mysterious, Xiahou Chen frowned deeply and was about to ask questions. The old abbot said to himself: "In those years, the two of them were still young and came to Bici Temple to burn incense with their families. I happened to see them and saw that they were quite wise. If they converted to my Buddha, they would be able to achieve positive results. Lao Yu gave them a pair of unicorn jade pendants with a moment of painstaking effort to bless them and hope that they will convert to my Buddha in the future!"

"A couple?!"

The old abbot put the jade pendant in the palm of his hand, put his hands together, gently rubbed it, and gently broke his hands. The jade pendant was suddenly divided into two pieces, one engraved with the name of Yin Xiaoting, and the other engraved with the name of Yin Pianxuan. He handed one of them to Xia Houchen: "This jade pendant can ward off evil and let her carry with her, which is also be a kind of fate. On the first day of each month, let her go to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings as usual. When the donor returns, go to the hall to put incense for her!"

Xia Houchen was puzzled. Thinking of her thunderous incense on the first day of the month, isn't it the old abbot's intention?

"Abbot, why do you want her to smell incense on the first day of every month?"

"She is predestined to my Buddha. In those years, the old man asked her family to send her to the temple to serve the Buddha. Now it seems that it is no longer possible! Only let her always cherish my Buddha in her heart, compassion for the world and compassion for the world! In the dark, everything has already been doomed!"

The old abbot didn't say much and called the empty waiting outside the door: "Take this donor to the pillar incense!"

Xiahouchen wanted to ask something more, but when he saw that the old abbot closed his eyes again, stroked the rosary beads in his hand, and read words in his mouth. There was no longer any possibility of saying a word, and his solemn footsteps went away with nothing.

The footsteps have gone, and the old abbot exhaled gently, slowly opened his eyes, picked up the jade pendant, and shook his head slightly: "What is really persistent is the human heart. Once a person dies, everything is extinguished, and the only thought is entangled in the world!"