Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 60 The Legend

The child in Yingbi's belly could not be saved, and Yan Ze's panicked kick, on the contrary, confirmed the fact that the child in Yingbi's belly was him.

In the courtyard in front of the monk's room, the monks and monks were busy making a group, and the bloody smell lingered for a long time. Several older monks quickly put their hands together and said "Amitabha Buddha".

Because of killing in the temple, Yan Ze was escorted down Fuxi Mountain and returned to Yan's house.

Song Jinshu was frightened, clutching his aching stomach and being helped back to the monk's room by Yan Cheng, watching Yan Cheng nervously busy himself, bit his lip and pulled someone to his side and sat down.

"No...it's all right."

Song Jinshu took Yan Cheng's hand and slightly turned to bite on his lower lip, which made Yan Chengxiao stop.

"That little brat, I'll beat him once in the future."

Yan Cheng rubbed the corners of Song Jinshu's pale lips with his lips lovingly, and carried him to the bed.

Just as he was about to take off Song Jinshu's clothes and hug him to sleep, he saw Song Jinshu clutching the corner of his clothes tightly to prevent him from moving.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Cheng thought that Song Jinshu was not feeling well, so he hurriedly lowered his head and leaned to his mouth and asked, the tiny hair on his temples rubbed against Song Jinshu's cheek, making him laugh.

"Me, brother and I, let's go and worship Buddha."

Yan Cheng's face darkened on the spot.

Just to be alone with Song Jinshu, he did everything possible to bring Song Jinshu from Youdu to the villa, and to bring people from the villa to Fuxi Temple.

"Do you have to go?"

Yan Cheng looked at Song Jinshu worriedly, he really didn't want Song Jinshu to have any more accidents.

Song Jinshu thought that this was what Yan Cheng meant by letting go, and nodded his head with bright eyes, like a kitten that only saw a fish, the joy in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.

Yan Cheng sighed, carefully tied Song Jinshu's belt, and took him back to the room where Yan Chi originally lived.

Seeing Song Jinshu coming in, Yan Chi raised his head in surprise, then remembered what the two of them had agreed on the night before, and looked at Yan Cheng who was following behind with a bad expression.

"Let's take a walk in the temple and come back before dinner."

Yan Chi hung the cloak on Song Jinshu's shoulders, Xiang Yancheng repeatedly refused to let Song Jinshu lose a single hair, and then he left with people. The monk's room went to the front hall.

The incense burns in Fuxi Temple, and every few steps you can see pilgrims kneeling and bowing to the begonia tree in the yard. Song Jinshu felt curious when he saw it, so he turned his head and asked Yanchi.

"Why, why do they worship the tree?"

Yan Chi told Song Jinshu all the legends about Fuxi Temple that he had heard from elsewhere.

About three hundred years ago, there was a young monk named Jing An in Fuxi Temple. He was brought back from the foot of the mountain by the abbot and kept by his side.

It is said that when Jing'an was three years old, he was able to memorize all the Taoist scriptures, poems and books in the temple, and even the former sage knew his name.

At that time, there were seven sons and daughters of the sage, and the youngest prince was only twelve years old. Because of his cleverness and cleverness, he was named the king of Shang at a young age.

One day, King Shang was playful and ran out of the entourage. He climbed over the wall and entered a courtyard of Fuxi Temple. He happened to see ten-year-old Jing An sitting on the ground crying.

In front of him was the corpse of a bird. The snow-white feathers were stained with dazzling bloodstains. The bloodstains were faintly black, and they had obviously been dead for a long time.

"

Hey—" Xiao Shang Wang jumped down from the wall neatly, as if he had done it hundreds of thousands of times, he clapped his hands and stood in front of Jing An, with a trot on his tender face. Thin red left behind.

"Are you crying for this little bird?"

Jing An sat on the ground and had to look up to see the young boy in red. The spring breeze blew, and the petals of the begonia planted in the yard were blown off, and the rose color fell. his shoulders.

Jing An did not speak, turned his head and continued to look at the bird on the ground, the tears in his eyes slipped from the corners of his eyes because of his actions, and fell to the ground.

Xiao Shang Wang usually lives alone in Shang Wang's mansion, and he has no peers to play with him. The servants in the mansion also respect him and follow him in everything.

It was rare to encounter a hard bone that couldn't be chewed, but instead he became interested, sticking beside Jing An and refusing to leave, chattering like a magpie excited after the snow melted in early spring.

When the accompanying guards came over, Xiao Shang Wang was already lying on the couch in the meditation room with Jing An. The two little people held each other's hands tightly, and the corner of the smaller eye was still stained with tears.

After the incense was served, the emperor was about to bring a group of concubines and princes back to the Youdu Palace. King Xiao Shang said that he wanted to take Jing'an away, but was unexpectedly rejected by his doting father.

"This child will be the only spiritual root that has been transformed into a Buddha for hundreds of years, and the emperor must not make a fool of

himself." Unable to take it home, Xiao Shang Wang often sneaked over the wall and ran into the temple.

At first, the guards who couldn't find the little prince in the palace would be anxious. Later, Emperor Xianwu, who knew the truth, simply asked the guards to send the little prince up the mountain every day.

As Jing'an grew older, he gradually became a well-known little master in the temple. More and more people came to him for signing and fortune telling. Even when King Shang came, he couldn't spare time to entertain him.

So excited that King Shang was able to endure the loneliness, he read the scriptures he wrote from beginning to end in Jing'an's room, and by the way ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he brought to Jing'an.

The two had a very good personal relationship, and it is said that the emperor at that time intended to make Jing An the national teacher.

For hundreds of years, Lingguo has never held the post of national teacher.

"Then, what about later?"

Song Jinshu listened with relish, the begonias in the yard were in full bloom, and when he looked around, they were all red.

"Master Jing'an refused." The

temperature on the mountain was low, and Yan Chi caught a cold after coming up one night. He covered his mouth and bent over and coughed. Song Jinshu hurried over to help him, reaching out and patting his back.

"Then King Shang and Master Jing'an have long been in love with each other in private. After the emperor found out, he imprisoned King Shang in the palace and no longer allowed him to come to Fuxi Temple."

Yan Chi pulled Song Jinshu on the stone bench under the begonia tree. sit down.

"Who knew that King Shang already had the child of Master Jing'an in his stomach. It was the first grandson of Emperor Xianwu. Naturally, he could only let King Shang give birth to the child.

" , seven emotions and six desires, right?"

Song Jinshu had a plum candy in his mouth, and half of his cheeks were bulging, looking very cute.

"Yes, in order to help Master Jing An become a Buddha, King Shang, who gave birth to a child, committed suicide in the palace that night. Three days later, Master Jing An transformed into a Buddha."

"King Shang's child finally inherited the throne, and Fuxi Temple has gradually become a place where the royal family worships incense. This has been explained for hundreds of years."

Song Jinshu sighed after hearing this.