Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Story (II)

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Story (II)The story from a year ago...Xu Qian'an's mood turned from loss to excitement. There is no doubt that the story of Hengyuan is mostly the story of Henghui and Princess Pingyang.

What happened to the two is the key to solving the Sangpo case. So far, the demons have not appeared, and only Henghui has made waves with the seal. This makes people ponder, what do the remnants of the Wan Yao Kingdom want to do?

Destruction? So far, there is only one case of extermination of the Pingyuan Bo Mansion, which has a great impact, but the actual damage is not great. Henghui can do it regardless of everything and kill everyone, causing heavy casualties to the capital. But he didn't do it.

Seal? If the target is just the seal, then Henghui should have left the capital long ago.

"The case of Monk Henghui and Princess Pingyang has become the main case, overshadowing the Sangpo case... I always feel that the person behind the scenes deliberately exposed Henghui to the sun..."

Yang Yan lightly tapped the tip of his gun, and the aura crushed the sleeves of Monk Hengyuan. His muscular arms contained powerful strength, but they were definitely not monsters.

"Henghui is indeed dead. He died a year ago. The one who survived is just a walking corpse. He has been freed. This is not a conspiracy." Hengyuan looked at his junior brother who was close at hand, and there seemed to be dark clouds in his eyes.

In a moment, the clouds in Hengyuan's eyes collapsed, and the past was like a rainstorm, pouring down.

Henghui was sent to Qinglong Temple by his parents at the age of six. He was a child with spiritual energy in his eyes. He was spotted by the abbot Panshu at first sight and accepted as a disciple.

Henghui's enlightenment was completed under the guidance of his senior brother Hengyuan. This burly senior brother, who looked bitter and resentful, taught him to read and write, to meditate and chant, and also taught him the principles of being a human being.

He had a fatherly respect for this senior brother.

Many years passed in a blink of an eye, and the clever little monk grew up to be a handsome monk with clear eyebrows and eyes. He thought that he would spend his years like his master and senior brothers, with the ancient Buddha and the green lamp.

Until one day, he met a girl....

It was a sunny spring day. He was washing clothes in the stream and saw a handkerchief floating down the stream. He subconsciously picked it up, and then heard a clear voice like an oriole:

"Master, that's my handkerchief, can you give it back to me?"

Henghui raised his sight and saw a graceful woman standing by the bluestone upstream. She was wearing a lotus-colored long skirt, combed the long hair of an unmarried girl, and had a plain face. In the sun, her face was pretty and she had a pair of smiling eyes.

"The female donor... is she a pilgrim in the temple?"

"Why, if I say she is not a pilgrim, you are not going to return my handkerchief?" She pinched her waist and pretended to be coquettish.

"No, no, I just think you are unfamiliar." He explained while offering the handkerchief with both hands.

"Humph, you only know how to do things and recite scriptures every day, how can you see pilgrims."

"How does the female donor know?"

"Because I have been paying attention to you for a long time."

On a bright spring afternoon, the gurgling stream was flowing, and it was their first

encounter.

The acquaintance and understanding of the two was a natural process.

When Henghui was meditating, the girl was by his side, reading her private collection of forbidden books to pass the time, or gently fanning herself, holding her cheek, and staring at Henghui's focused face in a daze.

Occasionally, she would tease him with dogtail grass to distract him from meditation, which made Jun Heshang very annoyed. He said angrily: If you keep doing this, I will go into seclusion.

She always stuck out her tongue and apologized without sincerity.

Sometimes they would go hiking together. Baifeng Mountain has beautiful scenery. When spring comes, the mountains are full of flowers. She smiled in the bushes, and it was hard to tell whether the flowers were beautiful or the person was more beautiful.

Gradually, rumors about the two spread among the monks of Qinglong Temple, saying that he was not pure, broke the precepts of sex, and was a lecherous monk.

The master sat in front of the Buddha statue and asked him three questions: whether he was still pious to Buddha; whether he had feelings for the woman; whether he wanted to return to secular life.

He firmly said that he was still pious to Buddha; he had no feelings for the woman; he was willing to accompany Buddha forever and not return to secular life.

In this regard, the abbot had only one request: never talk to her again.

As for why he stopped seeing her and didn't let her enter the temple, Henghui later learned that the abbot didn't want to, but couldn't do it.

She was the Princess of Pingyang, the legitimate daughter of Prince Yu.

Since that day, Henghui really ignored her. Whenever she came, he would close his eyes and meditate. He was indifferent to her teasing and pranks.

She came every day with great expectations and left disappointed and lonely.

"Monk, is this flower beautiful? It suits me very well."

"Monk, can I play the piano for you? I brought it from home."

"Monk, I feel dizzy and uncomfortable. Don't you care about me?"

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"Monk, do you have to stuff yourself into loneliness?"

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She finally stopped coming. She didn't set foot in Qinglong Temple for a month and

completely withdrew from his life, as if she had never existed.

I can continue to accompany the Buddha, and no one will disturb me anymore... He breathed a

sigh of relief, thinking that his sincerity moved the Buddha.

One day, she came again, looking lost, her face thinner, and her face haggard.

"Monk, I'm getting married."

For some reason, the Buddhist beads scattered all over the floor.

At that time, Prince Yu was at a critical moment, serving as the Minister of War. With the

support of the nobles, he was expected to enter the cabinet.

The example of nobles and clan members serving as the Prime Minister is not uncommon in this dynasty. Throughout the 600-year history, there were five nobles who served as the

Prime Minister.

For the increasingly weak noble group, the rise of Prince Yu gave them hope. It carried him

forward.

Prince Yu, who was at the center of the storm, arranged a marriage for Princess Pingyang, not only to find a good home for his daughter, but also to try to get more support through

marriage.

"Monk, are you willing to elope with me?"

".... OK."

Henghui agreed. He finally saw his heart clearly and chose to face the real him.

They began to plan for elopement. Princess Pingyang was accompanied by guards when she

went out. If she disappeared for more than half an hour, the guards would search the mountain, and soon the news would be sent back to Prince Yu's mansion.

Therefore, if they wanted to elope successfully, they needed a magic weapon that could shield

their breath to hide from the search of the Sitianjian sorcerers.

Finally, they needed a channel to prepare a new household registration for them and help

them leave the capital.

For this reason, Princess Pingyang found a trustworthy friend, hoping that he could help her.

...

"It's the legitimate son of the Earl of Pingyuan. That friend is the legitimate son of the Earl of Pingyuan?!" Xu Qian'an said in a deep voice, interrupting Hengyuan's story.

All this suddenly became clear. The Earl of Pingyuan had a yazi organization under his control, which was best at identity forgery and smuggling. Even if Princess Pingyang didn't know the existence of the yazi organization, it was reasonable for the two families, as close friends, to know some of the methods of the Pingyuan Earl's mansion.

Prince Yu once said that Pingyuan Bo had flirted with civil officials and drifted away from the noble group. Pingyuan Bo definitely had a motive to harm Pingyang.

This led to the subsequent case of the extermination of Pingyuan Bo's mansion... I just don't know what role the Ministry of War Shangshu Mansion played in it... Xu Qiyan looked at No. 6 Hengyuan and thought, is it because you know that they have been in contact with the Yazi organization that you believe they were kidnapped?

Under the watchful eyes of the public, he did not dare to ask.

After listening to Xu Qiyan's words, several Jinluo looked at Hengyuan with questioning eyes.

"Yes," Hengyuan nodded gently: "The simple-minded Princess Pingyang had no idea of the complexity of the court situation, let alone the viciousness of human hearts. A young girl who was not well-versed in the world and a monk who chanted scriptures and chanted Buddha's name, the tragic ending was doomed from the moment they decided to elope."

"At that time, the Earl of Pingyuan and the noble group had already been at odds with each other. After he learned about this through his son, he immediately discussed with the then Minister of War Zhang Feng and the Ministry of Revenue Sun Mingzhong, and formulated a plan to send Princess Pingyang out of the capital to strike at Prince Yu."

"Where is Princess Pingyang now?" Jiang Luzhong said in a deep voice. Hengyuan seemed not to hear it, and continued: "People's hearts are like snakes and

scorpions. After sending people out of the capital, the legitimate son of the Earl of Pingyuan, together with the sons of Sun Mingzhong and Zhang Feng, the Minister of War, wanted to abuse Princess Pingyang on the way.

"The two fought desperately, and in the end one was killed, and the other swallowed the hairpin and committed suicide. In order to cover up the crime, they buried the bodies of

Henghui and Princess Pingyang in a deserted mountain, along with the magic weapon that

shielded the breath.

"The outside world only knows that Princess Pingyang disappeared for no reason. Even if they find out about Qinglong Temple, they will only think that the two eloped. Who would have thought that they died a year ago."

Princess Pingyang is dead... The Jinluo looked at each other silently, their faces were terribly

serious.

Princess Pingyang is the legitimate daughter of Prince Yu and the niece of Emperor Yuan Jing. Killing the princess is a great crime that will destroy three clans.

Nangong Qianrou held the hilt of the knife and squinted: "Since Henghui is dead, why did he appear here a year later?"

This is also the doubt in everyone's mind.

When a person dies, it is impossible to be resurrected.

"He is dead." Hengyuan said something that no one could understand.

"He died a year ago. Someone used a secret method to seal his soul in his body, and he became

a walking corpse without consciousness. During this year, what supported him was revenge. It was the blood feud of Princess Pingyang.

"If you don't believe it, take him back to the government office and let the coroner examine

him. "

"Who saved him?" a Jinluo questioned.

Hengyuan shook his head.

The Jinluo looked at Yang Yan and others, and said, "Where is the body of Princess Pingyang?

Take us there."

After a pause, he ordered the surrounding Yinluo: "Send Henghui's body back to the

government

office."

Several Jinluo escorted Hengyuan out of the courtyard, gave him a horse, and the group left the city in a mighty manner.

Xu Qian'an rode on the horse, feeling a little heavy. He was speechless for a long time, and

whispered after a long time: "Is that Hengyuan? Is it possible that he was possessed or controlled?"

The gray cat lying on his shoulder said lazily: "It's Hengyuan, right? Haha, although I can't

read the qi, I have my own way to distinguish the truth from the false."

"Is Henghui really dead?" Xu Qian'an didn't quite believe it.

"His life or death is not the key to the case," the gray cat whispered: "He is a puppet himself.

The magic hand is gone. For the people behind the scenes, his life or death is no longer important. You should be happy that the case is easier to solve than you think."

"I really can't be happy. Henghui and Princess Pingyang are both pitiful people." Xu Qian'an

pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a smile without a smile.

He sighed and changed the subject: "There is a problem with Henghui's case, as if the people

behind the scenes deliberately pushed it to the front."

At the junction of Taikang County and Changle County, somewhere in a barren mountain, Hengyuan trudged and looked around, as if he was looking for something.

The process was inefficient and slow. He told the golden gongs, and Henghui only told him

the approximate location, telling him that Princess Pingyang was buried at the root of an old locust tree that three people could hug.

The golden gongs and silver gongs spread out with Hengyuan as the center, guarding him in

the center to prevent him from escaping.

Half an hour later, they found the old locust tree. The three silver gongs cut off the bushes and

weeds under the locust tree, used their swords as shovels, and dug for a while. The black soil vaguely revealed the white bones.

"Sir, we found it." The silver gong shouted excitedly.

"Dig it out! "Nangong Qianrou said in a deep voice.

The corpse of Princess Pingyang was gradually exposed to the public. After more than a year,

she finally appeared in the light of day.

The flesh and blood had decayed, leaving only a skeleton, with tattered cloth sticking to it,

which should be the clothes she wore before death. In addition, a dull gold hairpin was found between the throat and chest of the corpse.

Just as Hengyuan said, she swallowed the hairpin and committed suicide. "Amitabha." Hengyuan couldn't bear to watch it anymore, closed his eyes, and chanted the Buddha's name in grief.

"Without other things, there is no way to prove that this corpse must be Princess Pingyang's." Jiang Luzhong frowned.

"This is normal." Amid the murmurs of the golden gongs, Xu Qian'an walked under the locust tree and said: "Princess Pingyang and her lover eloped, so they must have disguised themselves and would not carry valuable items to attract the attention of others.

"Let's bury the body first, take it back to the government office, and then send someone to notify Prince Yu's mansion. Prince Yu might recognize this gold hairpin."

After the body was buried, everyone walked out of the mountain. Jiang Luzhong patted Xu Qiyan on the shoulder and said, "Well done." Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The taciturn Yang Yan nodded slightly and said for the first time, "You are the first meritorious person in this case. Even if the Sangpo case is not finally found out, His Majesty

will most likely pardon you."

Xu Qiyan was about to speak when he felt like a knife was cut on his back. He didn't need to look back to know that the sharp sight came from Zhu Jinluo.