Chapter 39 Life and Death in an instant

A sword stabbed from his back and came out of his chest. The man didn't even dare to hum. His body crawled lower and gradually paused down. He was dead.

The king of Qi still held the sword in his hand and stood up slowly, revealing the strong chest in his open clothes. A pair of eyes were extremely hot, with bloodthirsty light and prey-like excitement. He looked at Qingyin and said, "Please tell me how Buddhism sees life and death."

The bloody atmosphere permeated the whole room, mixed with incense, coupled with the lazy tone of the king of Qi, it was disgusting. Qingyin tried his best to suppress the fishy sweetness that had rushed to his throat. How could he speak?

The King of Qi did not wait for Qingyin's answer, and attentively pulled out the sword in his hand from the man's back. He pulled very slowly, and the sound of the sword sharpening its bones seemed to be the echo from hell, slowly dispersing in this quiet and luxurious but strange room.

"Listen, monk, how beautiful the sound is. In those years, my father and brother liked to kill in the hall. There were many people in the hall who gasped and could be heard clearly in this quiet room. Listen, what a wonderful voice..."

As the king of Qi said, he squinted his eyes and his handsome face was full of intoxication.

It turned out to be a madman! Pervert!

Qingyin lowered his eyes and only stared at the soles of his feet, but he did not dare to move too much.

The king of Qi has pulled out his sword, and drops of blood fell on the carpet, and each drop was a blooming blood flower. He dragged his long sword to Qingyin, raised her jaw, put his face close to Qingyin's eyes, and whispered, "You haven't replied to me yet... huh?"

Open your eyes wide with a clear voice. Being able to see the slightly red blood in the other party's pupils, her jaw was pinched in the hand of the king of Qi, which was very tight and painful, as if to crush the bone.

The most terrible thing is not these, but the eyes of the King of Qi. Fire red, no taboo, crazy. This is his territory. He dominates everything. At this moment, she realized why the extremely painful sadness in the beautiful woman's eyes just now, but she couldn't make a sound. Because if he speaks out, I'm afraid there will be more terrible killings.

The next moment, will the sword in the king's hand stab like this?

At this time, she knew why He Shikai was so kind to her all the way. Maybe in his opinion, Qingyin is a dead person. It's not worth it, and it's not necessary. No matter how hard it is.

At this moment, life and death are at stake. The voice of the king of Qi holding his jaw tightly can't and can't answer the king's question. As long as the king of Qi gently raises the sword with blood in his hand, there will be an additional corpse in the room. If she had known that it was so dangerous to enter the palace, would she have listened more to Daoming's words? Will you reply to the letter of the King of Lanling? Will it be better to have a good chat with Gongsun Yi... In an instant, countless ideas came to my mind, but finally they couldn't resist the imminent danger in front of him.

King Qi's eyes stared fiercely at Qingyin, and also saw Qingyin's eyes. Such a pair of black and bright eyes, with fear, regret and inexhaustible pity. It is as pure and flawless as a newborn baby, and spoiled and pitiful like a mother looking at her beloved child... Now the eyes slowly close, like covering a door to peep into his heart from the outside world.

The king of Qi let go of his hand and threw the long sword on the ground fiercely, but his voice has eased a lot. "The monk doesn't answer, don't you want to answer, or can't you?"

The jaw was so painful that I didn't feel that it had been released, but the muffled sound of the sword falling on the blanket woke up. She looked at the king of Qi who had easily stepped over the body that had fallen to the ground and returned to the bedside. He had just killed someone, how could he lie down on the bed as if nothing had happened?

Sure enough, the psychology of crazy people and perverts is not something that ordinary people can specul.

The king of Qi clasped his hand, and two attendants in gray came out of nowhere. He bowed and picked up the curled up body and carried it away. When passing by Qingyin, he didn't even stop his footsteps.

"Sung Monk, come here." The king of Qi was still reclining, and exquisite silk trousers were exposed under the open robe. A pair of feet were placed high on the couch and nodded to the empty place next to him. Tell me the story of Buddha cutting meat and feeding eagles.

There - Qingyin stared there, and the bloodiness just now had not permeated. The long sword was still on the blanket to remind what had just happened. How could Qingyin dare to go there.

For good, she still knows this story. The Qingyin reluctantly calmed himself and said, "One day, when Buddha walked on the grassland, he saw a rabbit on the grassland being chased by an eagle and was about to be eaten by an eagle, the Buddha showed compassion and hid the rabbit in his arms. The eagle said to the Buddha, "The rabbit is my food. You saved it, but I have nothing to eat, and I'm going to starve to death. Didn't you kill me again?" Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will cut off his own meat with a knife to feed the eagle..."

In order to escape under the king of Qi, Qingyin racked his brains to tell the story vividly and interestingly. He hoped that the king of Qi could be like the king in one thousand and one nights, so he would spare himself. When the story was finished, she looked up and saw the king of Qi staring at herself with interest in one hand. She couldn't help but be stunned.

"What, what? ......”

"I'm thinking, why don't you come here?" The king of Qi seemed to be unconscious and still patted the empty couch beside him.

As soon as the voice sounds clear, it staggers. I couldn't help but look bitter: "Your Majesty, my feet are soft..."

It's really too soft to walk.

The king of Qi seemed to be stunned when he heard this. He raised his eyes and saw Qingyin hanging his head and holding the Buddha beads in his hand quickly. He really looked like his hands and feet were soft. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't be afraid. Come here. I won't kill you."

When he just killed someone, he was intoxicated and happy. At this moment, he spoke softly and warmly. For a moment, he stared at the king of Qi with a clear voice, but there was a cold sweat on his back.

It's just that the pace can't be moved.

Maybe her hesitation made King Qi unhappy. He said with a cold face, "That's all. Go down." Xuan Shizhong Upper Hall." As soon as he turned around, his eyes were slightly closed.

"Yes" is heard from the outside.

The voice was as clear as an amnesty, and he quickly bowed and went out.

When she walked out of the courtyard, Qingyin felt sweating behind her back. At this moment, she was like climbing around the ghost gate. When she came out, she didn't know how to escape.

Qingyin came out of the yard and was still at the door. There were still two waiters in yellow, and there were two more maids beside him. Seeing the clear sound, he bowed and saluted. The two waiters said, "The empress dowager has invited a monk."

Qingyin looked at the two maids of honor, who were probably the maids of honor next to the empress dowager. They were combed with double rings, wearing a pair of skirts, and there was a dark double skirt inside. Seeing Qingyin looking over, the two saluted Qingyin, one of them smiled on his face, and the other looked up and down at Qingyin.

"Please!"

Looking at this situation, it can't be rejected, let alone rejected. I don't know why the Empress Dowager wants to find herself again. I don't remember that the empress dowager was present at the Dharma Conference. It seems that she heard that she had entered the palace, so she wanted to see the monk?

Qingyin followed the two maids and walked into the palace.

The two maids of honor led Qingyin out of the corner door along the palace wall and walked through a long passage. The eyes gradually opened up, with green willows and red flowers and fragrant grass. You can also see a big lake, with flowers and plants on both sides, and a trestle in the middle leads to an octagonal pavilion in the middle of the lake. The pavilion hangs light gauze around and swings with the wind.

Two maids of honor are leading Qingyin to the trestle.

Is the empress dowager in the pavilion?

Qingyin followed the two maids of honor. Just as they were about to step on the trestle, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Oh, where did the monk come from?"

The voice is crisp and cold, with a little curiosity in the words, but it sounds a little familiar.

When the two maids in front of the palace heard the voice, they stopped, turned back and saluted the person, "Princess."

Qingyin bowed his head and looked at the silhouette of a half-sided body under his feet falling in front of his feet.

The shadow owner said, "Why did the little monk come to the inner court?" He spoke, but his body didn't look at his side, and his chin was pointed. At first glance, he is an arrogant person. Unsently, Qingyin thought of the Rouran princess who had a fate.

The two maids of honor did not dare to neglect and said respectfully, "It's the Empress Dowager who invited a monk."

Qingyin quietly looked up and saw Ruyu's side face, facing the direction of Huxin Pavilion. Looking at the side, his eyebrows were like Dai, and he frowned gently. The women in Danbi gauze skirts behind them were vaguely quarreling in the restaurant that day.

Sure enough, when they saw the clear sound of raising their heads, the women gave a soft feed and pulled the princess forward, "It's the little monk."

In fact, the princess had already seen the voiceless voice, just pretending not to ask the two maids of honor. At this moment, when he saw the explanation of the waitress beside him, he looked up at Qingyin: "The monk didn't translate the scriptures behind closed doors at home. How did he go to the palace again?" As he spoke, he seemed to be aware of the loophole in his words and quickly said to the two maids of honor, "Didn't my aunt send someone to find the Great Prajna Sutra before? Why did she want it again this time?"

The two maids shook their heads together, "The little girl doesn't know. Princess, do you want to go in together?"

The princess nodded, looked back at the frowning maids, stared at them and said, "You stay here and don't follow them."

As soon as the maids heard this, they pouted and looked very dissatisfied. It seemed that there was no difference between superiority and inferiority in front of the princess. But no one came forward. He really stayed under the tree according to the princess's order.

The two maids of honor did not dare to walk in front of the princess. They both avoided the side and let the princess go first. Because Qingyin was a senior monk, they walked in the second place, and the two maids followed closely.

The lake wind blew, and the princess's dress floated gently. Looking from behind, she was beautiful. In addition, the Qingyin robe floats behind it, lining the long bridge like a song, the pavilion eaves are picturesque, and the distant mountains and clear waters are like the people in the picture.

Several maids were stunned on the shore. They saw the princess open the veil and enter the lake pavilion. Then they saw the little monk also follow into the lake pavilion, and then they ate and laughed: "Oh, our princess can do it this time..." At that time, someone next to her gently beat the talking woman.

Hu Nv is bold, and she is also talking and laughing in this harem.

In the Huxin Pavilion, Qingyin followed behind and lifted the veil. At a glance, I saw a long satin and silver couch in the pavilion. A woman was kneeling on the couch, with her hair tied into a bun, with a hairpin inserted, decorated with five phoenix sunrise beads, which looked extremely beautiful and noble.

It looks like the Empress Dowager. Behind her, a maid of honor lowered her head and raised her eyebrows and held incense, while the other knelt down in front of the Empress Dowager's feet and buried her head in copying something. Seeing the princess and Qingyin coming in, everyone's eyes moved over.

Qingyin did not dare to raise his head. He put his hands together and knelt down and said, "Little monk Qingyin, see the Empress Dowager."

On the couch, the Empress Dowager said something gently. The voice was stunned, but she didn't dare to move. She only heard Princess Rouran say, "My aunt told you to raise your head."

After listening to Qingyin, I felt a tingling in my heart, so I had to slowly raise my head. His eyes met the beautiful eyes of the Empress Dowager, but it was like crashing into a deep lake, bottomless. If the eyes of the King of Qi are like a madman and a pervert, then the eyes of the Empress Dowager are like a snowy mountain that has been frozen for thousands of years, bottomless and cold to the bone.

Such a cold pair of eyes, on the face that is a little more gorgeous than Princess Rouran, unexpectedly fit in anger. Or, is this kind of prestige of the superior?

The Empress Dowager stared at the voiceless sound, and the people in the pavilion also stared at the voiceless sound. The woman who was copying something on the table also quietly raised her head. She looked a little older than the maid beside the empress dowager. Looking at the little monk who dared to raise his head slowly, she couldn't help whispering. Then, she covered her mouth, her eyes quietly turned around the empress dowager, and then turned around Qingyin, but she didn't say anything and lowered her head again.