Volume 4 Chapter 34

The Empress Dowager can't stand up any more, but she doesn't know what kind of strength is supporting her. It makes her stand up, and makes her step on the ancient steps with slight heat.

The monks in front still didn't turn back, but their pace slowed down a little. The gentle force on their bodies pushed out more wind, which made the stone steps behind them cleaner.

Because of the Empress Dowager's heavy and firm steps, because of the unimaginable Giant Buddha in the yellow sand, the heart of emperor Fengxuan has been beating violently.

Everyone in Tang Zang knows that the Prajna temple is behind the red scorpion desert, because there is still endless sand sea behind the red Scorpio desert, and the Prajna Temple never sees visitors. So except for the footprints of some ascetic monks, almost all people in the world have only heard of the Prajna temple, the Prajna Buddha, but almost no one dares to visit the Buddha's trace at the risk of being disliked by the Prajna monks.

Feeling the power and brilliance of the empress dowager, Emperor Fengxuan understood something. His face was sad and faded. However, what he saw in front of him made his heart beat violently and uncontrollably.

Behind the Prajna Buddha, in the huge Canyon in the sand sea, there is a long and narrow mountain like a wall, and there are mountains like arch bridges rising in the air.

A magnificent temple is built on the narrow mountain and rocks. Many mountain walls and temples are inlaid with gold and carved with runes. Under the sun's light, the soft Buddha light overflows the whole valley. In the Buddha light, it is formed into a round Sanskrit like a dandelion. Golden light penetrates it. In the distance, this In Sanskrit, the light of Zen has become a sea, covering the canyon sand and some weathered ancient temples with only one outline.

Zen light is near the sea.

Unspeakable beauty and solemnity, unspeakable greatness and holiness.

For a while, Emperor Fengxuan's heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

The Empress Dowager stopped slightly at the edge of the cliff on one side of the canyon, with some sigh in her eyes.

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Under the guidance of the muscular monks in front of them, Emperor Fengxuan and Empress Dowager stepped into the canyon and walked on the flying stone path.

In the temple, there are people chanting sutras, and there are tall and peaceful golden Buddhas.

There are tassels spreading down from the top of the temple.

On one side of the cliff, there was a white torrent gushing out.

On one side of the cliff, there are countless caves, either empty or standing up with a Buddha statue.

The monks led the Empress Dowager and the emperor Fengxuan to a grotto, which was totally different from the world.

The Empress Dowager has felt that her body has died in some parts, but her heart is more bright and joyful.

In the middle of the cave without a door sat an old monk with yellow eyebrows, sitting on the stone ground. There was nothing in the cave except him.

"Please forgive me for coming here to repent." The Empress Dowager saw the old monk's first sight, and her eyes were filled with inexplicable feelings and excited looks. She bowed in front of the old monk and bowed deeply.

Huang Mei's old monk looked at the Empress Dowager calmly, but did not see the sad and happy way: "what's the crime?"

The Empress Dowager was slightly stunned and said peacefully, "the disciples didn't listen to the teacher's instruction in the past and went out of Prajna temple without permission, violating the commandments."

Huang Mei's old monk said lightly, "commandments are only for people. Even if they are gods and Buddhas, they are only used to give people light, peace and belief. If you make your choice, what's the sin?"

"Since we are innocent, how can we forgive?" Looking at the Empress Dowager lightly, the old monk Huang Mei continued, "if you are guilty, if what you have done for more than 60 years can't make you step into the Prajna temple, even if you are at the end of the road, how can you step into the temple?"

The Empress Dowager was slightly dazzled, and the light golden light on her body began to fade away. Suddenly, her face was full of joy, and she bowed down to salute again. "Master level, I can't match my whole life."

"In my whole life, I have seen more than you, thought more about Zen than you, but I have done less than you. You are worthy of a holy word when you sacrifice yourself to the world." Huang Mei's old monk looked at the Empress Dowager plainly and said, "what else do you want me to do when you come back this time, besides looking at the Prajna Buddha and the Zen light facing the sea and seeing me for the last time?"

The Empress Dowager was smiling, and ordered the emperor Fengxuan, who was also kneeling on the ground: "my son is young, please help me."

"Once you enter the world of mortals, you will fall into a sea of endless suffering. If you want to have no regrets and no regrets, your heart will be peaceful, but it will be difficult. I can't be a master of others." The old monk Huang Mei raised his head slightly and looked at the monk standing at the entrance of the cave holding the ancient gold Buddhist staff. He said: "zhenpilu, would you like to take her back to the temple voluntarily, but would you like to join the world?"

The monk's eyebrow was slightly wrinkled, and there was a slight bulge in the center of his eyebrow, but there was no hesitation. He put his hands together and saluted the old monk and the Empress Dowager. Without sorrow or joy, he said: "I would like to."

"There's no end to suffering, but the road is the same."

The Yellow eyebrow old monk nodded and looked at the empress dowager, who was full of joy, but whose golden light was completely dim. Then he looked at the emperor Fengxuan and said, "what else do you want to tell him?"

Emperor Fengxuan knew that it was time to say goodbye and sat down in front of the Empress Dowager.

"Usually I should talk with you about the truth, you also understand almost, you do well, I am very relieved But one thing you need to keep in mind is that Yunqin and tangzang are enemies, but some people are noble and trustworthy. " The Empress Dowager rubbed the back of Fengxuan's tender hand and said: "if you are happy I will be happy... "

Emperor Fengxuan nodded with tears in his eyes.

He wanted to hear more from his beloved mother and empress, but the empress didn't say anything anymore. She turned around and her eyes went out of the cave.

In front of her is the holy Zen cloud facing the sea, and opposite is the clear and visible Prajna Buddha, which is like spreading the universal compassion to all directions.

When she came, she was full of speculation. However, she was affirmed by the master. Even at this moment, she could not help but feel a little proud and complacent.

In this life, apart from Zhang, who has changed Yunqin, who can be as wonderful as her?

"It's so grand if it's like a big Buddha and the Zen light is close to the sea..."

Thinking of what she has done one by one, the Queen Mother murmured to the people she met, and her head fell down quietly.

"Queen Mother!"

Emperor Fengxuan knew that this moment was finally coming, and he could not hide his sadness any more.

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Several officials at the front of the procession immediately knelt down in front of Prajna temple after receiving the news from Prajna temple, and said sadly, "Empress Dowager's funeral!"

"Empress Dowager's funeral!"

In the long line, the voice was delivered solemnly.

All the entourage sobbed and began to change into white plain clothes.

Qingqi starts to break away from the team and march towards the imperial city of Tang Zang.

Zhenpilu, a monk with a bronze body and a Gujin Buddhist staff, appeared at the back of Prajna Buddha. Listening to this sound, he placed the Gujin Buddhist staff in the yellow sand, put his hands together, and said slowly, "Empress Dowager of the Virgin mother is funeral."

His voice was not very loud when he took off his mouth, but in the endless yellow sand, it spread farther and farther, and the vibration became bigger and bigger, like a thunder.

The troops in plain clothes like snow suddenly shocked. After staying with the riders who had left the news, the officials and the riders were also full of surprise and awe. They changed their way of saying: "Empress Dowager of Notre Dame's funeral!"

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A heavy iron door slowly opened.

The eyes and eyelids of the two hundred heavily armed Tang Zang cavalry soldiers almost jumped. As they were, they didn't know who was being held in the prison door, but they all knew what kind of people were staying in the dozens of sedan chairs behind them at the moment. This kind of invisible pressure makes them all extremely nervous.

Who is it? It's so solemn, so close to the enemy to let these ten big people all present.

After the iron gate was opened, the first thing that gushed out was a foul, stinking, humid air. The faint sound of water in it made these Tang Zang's elite judge that there was a gloomy water prison in it.

There is the sound of water and iron rope. After a moment, the sound of iron rope is getting louder and louder, which means that the people inside are getting closer to the door.

A more strong smell of unspeakable putrefaction came, and all the present Tang Cang Chongqi felt cold in their hearts.

The inmates in it appeared.

But what all of them didn't think was that it wasn't the murderer with a huge body and a vicious spirit who came out in a heavy rusty yoke, but a man who looked very weak.

Almost all of his clothes are rotten. His skin is full of sores and rots. There are even many split wounds and some puncture holes. They are white and even black. The only thing that is still intact is his upper body. He has a very pale face that hasn't seen the sun for a long time.

He's not old enough, even if his beard and hair stick together.

What makes Tang Zang's sharp breath stop a little is that the weak man, who doesn't know how long he has been imprisoned, doesn't even have a trace of anger and ferocity.

He just closed his hand, looked at the sun, frowned, took a deep breath, as if the air and sunshine outside were extraordinarily sweet.

A prisoner in a prison like him, even if he has no psychological problems and dare to look at the sun like him, may be blind in an instant, but he is safe and sound.

"Have you finally let me out?"

Looking at the Tang Zang elite and the dozens of silent sedan chairs whose breath could not help but pause slightly, he smiled and said to himself.

Then he saw some plain cloth wrapped around Tang Zang's heavy riding body, vaguely heard the sadness and joy from afar, and he frowned again, and asked, "who is going to heaven?"

"The Empress Dowager of Notre Dame is in heaven."

In a sedan chair, there was a slightly old and hoarse voice.

The man remained a little, shook his head and sighed, "even she died, and there is one less worthy enemy."