Chapter 242

At the gate of the city, Zhou Yinzhi gradually stopped the bleeding corpse and fell down in the road. In the yellow soil miasma, he opened a bloody prelude.

Yan Lin waved and the army entered the city.

Jiang Xuening walked from the gate to the gate, and those familiar streets appeared in front of her again. From the previous life to this life, they were still like that. It's just that there are no open shops, whose doors are either closed or dilapidated. Where is the prosperity of the capital in the past?

A long time ago, it was in this long street that Yan Lin was in high spirits and took her to the lantern party. You Fangyin was clumsy and wanted to see a purse, but he knocked over the other people's shop. When Shen Zhi went to Tatar to make peace with her, the seemingly happy but actually sad team also meandered through the city. Xie Juan also kept a low profile for a string, A few good woods, start from the back of your mansion and go to youhuang hall to find LV Xian

Everything starts here and will end here.

She thought that she had killed Zhou Yinzhi and avenged him.

But it doesn't seem to be.

Standing on this long street, watching the soldiers marching forward one by one, Jiang Xuening had a kind of emptiness in her heart, as if she suddenly didn't know what to do next and where to go.

Xie Wei stood beside her and watched with her, but he didn't say a word.

Jiang Xuening suddenly asked him, "what about you?"

Xie Wei looked back: "what?"

Jiang Xuening said, "after revenge, what are you going to do?"

Xie Wei looked at her and did not answer for a long time.

After more than 20 years of heavy obsession and subversive blood feud, will he feel happy if he is rewarded once?

Or, like her sudden feeling

Jiang Xuening is hard to guess.

The fallen leaves in late autumn are rolled up by the wind and spread all over the corner of the long street. The marching footsteps extend to the end of the street. The forward sentinel is riding a fast horse. On the other side, LV Xian is frowning and talking with Yan Lin. At the other end of the long street, a young monk in blue came running, but he was stopped by the soldiers along the way. He tried hard to explain something, until he suddenly saw Xie Wei at the other end, so he put out his hand and his eyes were bright

Xie Wei suddenly fell into a trance.

He said to Daoqin, "let him come here."

Dao Qin went over according to the words, told the soldiers over there, and came over with the little monk.

Jiang Xuening looked at it curiously.

Obviously, the little monk was a little afraid of Xie Wei, but when he got to him, he still nodded politely and said, "a benefactor named Meng came here a few days ago, covered with blood. After the abbot asked, he said that he wanted to inform him. I heard that the army of Xinzhou had already entered the city, so I came to report it with a little monk. "

Xie Wei knew who he was talking about. He just dropped his eyes slightly and said, "thank you."

Jiang Xuening looked at the monk, but he was very confused.

Xie Wei suddenly turned to her and asked, "have you ever been to Baita temple?"

Jiang Xuening's heart trembled steeply.

She had heard of the name of Baita temple, but she had never been there.

Words in the throat, astringent live can not export.

Xie Wei took her hand and said with a smile, "there is an old friend you know over there. I have to go. Will you go with me? "

Jiang Xuening failed to say no.

Xie Wei took her on the horse, put her in his arms, drove her through several streets, and soon saw a tall white tower in the distance.

The desolate city is desolate.

The ground was covered with fallen leaves and no one cleaned it. Even if some people didn't leave the city, they closed their doors to avoid disaster.

However, the road ahead is clean.

On the moss of the old slate, there are fresh traces of broom, not a single leaf. At the end of the temple is an old and remote temple. Maple leaves in the temple are already red. In this late autumn season, it's a bit as brilliant as clouds.

Xie Wei is here to rein in his horse.

He handed Jiang Xuening his hand to help her get off the horse.

In front of the gate of the temple, a young monk came out with a basin and sprinkled water on the ground he had just swept. At this time, it seems strange that when he saw the Buddha, there were two people who didn't show their eyes.

However, when he saw Xie Wei, he immediately opened his eyes.

Xie Wei knew that he recognized himself, but he didn't talk nonsense. He only asked, "where is Abbot forgetting dust?"

The little monk stammered. After standing for a long time, he quickly put the basin in his hand in the corner of the wall and said, "the abbot is meditating in the Zen room. I'll go to preach here and now!"

Then he ran to the inside.

Xie Wei didn't care about him either. He just took Jiang Xuening into the temple.

There are many bodhi trees planted under the wall.

The Abbot's meditation room is still in the back. It's just a small one.When he got to the front, Xie Wei said to her, "wait for me here for a moment."

Jiang Xuening nodded.

Xie Wei went straight inside. His figure blinked and was blocked by the door. A Buddha's name came from the window of the Buddhist temple, which was covered with yellow window paper. Then there was a gentle conversation.

As is known to all, although Xie Wei was in the court hall, he could not only read the Taoist Scriptures, but also know the Buddhist dharma, so that he could make friends with the scholars as well as with the former National Teacher monk Yuanji.

But it's the first time she's ever seen him. He really has something in common with the temple.

Benefactor Meng, she knows

Is it Meng Yang?

Jiang Xuening thought about it and found that she didn't seem very curious about it. She only looked around, and then she saw the stone pavilion not far ahead.

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

Stay close, then see clearly.

It's a tidal Pavilion.

Seven steps raised the stone pavilion. There was an old wooden case in the pavilion. A censer was placed on the case. It seemed that the incense had been burned only in the morning. Although there was no cigarette curling at the moment, it could vaguely smell the faint smell of aloes from the void.

Next to the 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.

Later on, I didn't even have a name.

It can be seen that they have been standing here for a long time, and there are traces of wind and rain erosion on the edge of each piece, even full of dust.

Jiang Xuening slowly went inside and saw that Zhao Qian, Sun Li, had all kinds of surnames; some had names and surnames, but some didn't seem to have a big name yet, only one breast name was engraved on the tablet; and many of them didn't have a name at the back

Three hundred tombs of righteous children.

She had never seen it in her previous life, because it seemed that it had nothing to do with her after all. If you Fangyin had not mentioned it later when she was under house arrest in Kunning palace, or she might not have known it, the final ups and downs of her previous life's fate were actually related to this bloody old story more than 20 years ago.

I finally saw it today.

She didn't see it very fast. Every time she saw a name, she would stop for a moment. She seemed to want them to leave some traces in her memory.

But when he went to the southeast corner, Jiang Xuening suddenly stopped for a long time, and did not move on.

In front of me is also a stone tablet.

But it's very different from those around it.

On the stone tablet beside, there are either clear names or empty words. But this piece was originally engraved with a name and surname, but it didn't seem to be finished, so it was forcibly cut off, leaving only a few mottled dents and a few disordered inscriptions on it.

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

Jiang Xuening looks back.

Xie Wei did not know when he had come out of the Zen room. In the distance, beside the steps under the tidal Pavilion, there stood an old monk. Beside him stood Meng Yang with a pale face, but he just looked at him and did not come over.

For the first time, Jiang Xuening didn't understand Xie Wei's meaning.

He came to her.

The dust on the dark stone tablet was gently brushed away by his hand.

Xie Wei looked at her and said with a smile: "originally, the name was engraved here, but she would not believe that I was the dead bone and mud after the snow melted. When the craftsman carved the name on it, she took away the carving knife and destroyed it. Then she told others that her child may not die. Even if she has already suffered misfortune and wants to be buried in the earth, she should not be named Xiao any more. "

It's clearly a smile.

Can Jiang Xuening listen to but don't know why, the fundus of the eye is hot, unexpectedly feel a bit choked between the throat.

Xie Wei said quietly: "I was a person who should have died more than 20 years ago."

Jiang Xuening reached for his hand and shook his head: "no, you are not."

Her palms were sweating and even shaking.

Xie Wei then smiles: "what are you afraid of?"

Jiang Xuening couldn't tell him, but said, "anyway, she wants you to live."

Xie Wei's Adam's apple was surging slightly. He didn't speak for a long time. His fingers hung on his side tightly, but 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.

As he passed by the Chaoyin Pavilion, Meng Yang took a look at them, and the abbot of forgetting the dust announced a Buddha's name to them: "Amitabha, all dharmas are empty!"

Jiang Xuening doesn't have Huigen. He can't understand.

Xie Wei did not respond.

He took Jiang Xuening out of the White Pagoda Temple again. Outside the door, Yan Lin led the black soldiers to wait, while LV Xian stood under the steps. Seeing them coming out, he took a look at Jiang Xuening before coming forward.

Xie Wei stopped.

He came up and whispered a word to him.Xie Wei doesn't seem to care much: "come with her, don't stop her."

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

Xie Wei said, "I think so."

Lu Xian then said: "but if what you want changes, your win is a loss to others."

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

He did not speak to LV Xian any more.

During his time in Baita temple, Yan Lin and others had already led the army to find out the situation in the city. After entering the city, the rebel army of Tianjiao obviously encountered a long planned ambush. There was blood everywhere in nanchengfang, the west city. All the way along Chang'an Street, they spread to the Forbidden City.

On the side of the road, some of them were from heaven, some from the imperial court.

There are even injured people who are still breathing.

When the Xinzhou army passed by the bloody road, they cried and begged: "help us, help us..."

Most people have seen it, and they feel sad.

However, Xie Wei's eyes flashed over them, but only recalled the memories of the past. He did not stay much. Along the way with Yan Lin and others, he went straight to the too quiet Forbidden City ahead.

The palace gate has long been conquered by the heavenly sect.

Bodies that have not yet been cleaned up can be seen everywhere.

The original golden Taiji hall is now covered with a layer of blood red.

Wan Xiuzi looked around and could hardly believe it.

There were only a few thousand disabled soldiers left with them, each with red eyes and wounded bodies. Even on his own waist and abdomen, there was a feather arrow that had not been pulled out. Only the body of the arrow was broken off. The arrow was still in his body, but he did not dare to take it out for the time being.

The situation before the hall was not much better.

Thousands of elite soldiers were arrayed in front of the hall, guarding the emperor in the middle. But Shen Lang's appearance of barefoot and disheveled hair seems to be the former head of a country?

He laughed nervously.

The civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, those who didn't surrender to the enemy, those who didn't run away, and those who were loyal to the king, are now trembling and paralyzed in the hall, looking at the Tianjiao volunteers who have been forced to confront them in front of the hall.

Shen Yao, king of Linzi, Xiao Yuan, Duke of Ding, Gu Chunfang, Minister of the Ministry of punishment, Jiang Boyou, Minister of the Ministry of household affairs, and even Xiao Dingfei are among them

But I didn't see Zhang Zha.

Xiao Shu, who is already the emperor's concubine, stands in the corner and looks at Shen Lang laughing. She feels cold and miserable.

If only on the mind, Shen Lang is undoubtedly a qualified emperor.

He deliberately deployed the troops at the gate of the city and made people lie in ambush at the narrow entrance of the market. When Tianjiao thought that he was winning, he hit the other side head-on and caught them by surprise.

All the way to fight, even worse than a chip!

Now, although he was beaten to the palace, he didn't even feel flustered. He even had an indescribable pleasure, which only made people wonder: does the emperor still have other cards in his hand?

Wan Xiuzi looked at him with gloomy eyes. He was a little uncertain for a moment.

No matter what happened in the back, the Dragon chair was on the top of the Taiji hall.

More than 20 years ago, he was only one step away from this position. Unfortunately, the king of Pingnan was entangled in the Royal enmity and wanted to wipe out Shen's blood, so that he was killed by the reinforcements and finally fell short!

More than 20 years later, he stood under the Dragon chair again!

In front of the Taiji hall, the sun is blazing, and tens of thousands of people on both sides confront each other. However, only the wind blows by, and no one dares to make a sound.

Then the distant sound became clear.

At that time, many people's uniform footstep, one by one hit on the solid ground paved with slate in the Imperial Palace, and gradually became close, as if every sound was stepping on people's heart, which controlled the beating of people's heart!

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

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

When I saw the flag of Xinzhou army in the distance, the remnant soldiers on the side of Tianjiao only felt a burst of panic, but a small part of the officials on the side of the imperial court almost immediately cheered up, and even had the smell of crying with joy!

"It's the Xinzhou army of master Xie and Yan Shizi!"

"Here they are at last!"

"Master of King Qin, heaven helps our court, and the thieves of heaven's sect will be here today!"

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However, in contrast, Shen Lang's face suddenly turned blue.

Wan Xiuzi was more like hearing a big joke. He pointed to these stupid pustules and laughed: "help, you should be help! Ha ha ha... "

Xie Wei's snow-white Taoist robe is not stained with dust. He slowly approaches in the wind.

Almost everyone's eyes were in his direction.

Jiang Xuening was beside him, looking at the scene of fierce confrontation in front of him, he only felt that the world was white, and had a strange dizziness.In front of the Taiji hall, almost all the people were surrounded.

Those people in the court heard Wan Xiuzi's laughter and there was a lot of noise.

Wan Xiuzi only said that he was already pitiful, but he did not think that there were more pitiful people in the world than himself. He laughed wildly. He raised his hand, pointed to Xie Wei, and said in a loud voice: "I have been an official in the court for seven or eight years! Right under your nose! You didn't recognize him! This is not the prince Shaoshi who has devoted himself to your court. It is clearly the devil who always asks for your life and asks you to repay your blood debts! "

Hiding in the crowd, Xiao Dingfei sighed softly, thinking: the day of cheating himself on food and drink is coming to an end

Xie Wei stepped up the steps and did not speak.

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

Then the foreboding came true.

In the eyes of all the people, Wan Xiu's voice sounded in front of the empty Taiji hall with great malice and even a bit of pride, but it had a very gloomy flavor: "more than 20 years ago, he was not called Xie Juan, but Xiao Dingfei!"

There was a buzz in many people's heads.

Xie Wei just stood still and looked at the crowd calmly. He said faintly, "it's so busy. I seem to be late."

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