Chapter 810: Someone is coming to see off guests

Dali City

Royal Palace

The sun at noon was at the highest point in the south, but it was not as hot as the flames were baking. Under the shade of trees in the Dali City Palace, the lazy little eunuchs were gone, and the imperial soldiers and the big guards were gone, because they were all busy running for their lives.

The moment the news of the city breaking came into the palace, everyone went crazy. The panicked people started running out without even considering changing clothes. It seemed that they would be dead. The greedy people went to the palace to collect valuable items and stuffed them into their arms before running, hoping that these things could help their future lives. The rational people returned to the room and waited quietly for the arrival of that moment, because they knew that they could not be slaughtered.

The corridor was in a mess, and a slender figure slowly walked by. No matter how bright the sunlight was, it could not take away the loneliness and depression of his back. The scenery was still so beautiful, but he was so sad.

The prince of Yan State, Murong Changlan, walked expressionlessly. He saw a horizontal knife on the ground that he had abandoned by someone and leaned over and picked it up. Then he seemed to have made a decision, turned around and walked towards the hall where the ancestral spirit positions were enshrined. There were many rankings in the hall, which were the spiritual positions of emperors of all dynasties in the Da Shang State.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't know that these people actually had no blood relationship with him.

The tip of the horizontal knife slid across the ground, and the sound was very harsh.

Murong Changlan stood at the entrance of the hall and looked back at the palace where he was most familiar with. The meaning in his eyes was very complicated, including sadness, nostalgia, reluctance, and determination. He carefully looked at everything he could see, then walked into the hall and knelt down in front of the spiritual thrones.

"The ancestors..."

Murong Changlan knelt down and kowtowed: "Decades ago, the Sui army captured Yongzhou, the Shang Dynasty destroyed the country. The father escaped after great hardships and re-established the country in Dali City. The son ministers could understand the helplessness of the father at that time. In order to continue the Shang Dynasty, they had to bow to the enemy country, and even regarded themselves as the son emperor. These humiliations were just to prevent the Murong family from being cut off."

"The father has done well enough, but he was born at the wrong time. Dayan is worried about domestic and foreign troubles, and his ministers are not ministers, and the people are not people, so he is not king. The father has always wanted to revive the magnificence of the Murong family and endure humiliation to develop national strength. The son minister knows that he has done his best, but it is difficult to make a difference in such an era. The royal blood of the Murong family may end today. It is because of the son ministers who are unfilial and have not added a child to the Murong family. However... it is precisely because of this that the son ministers do not have to make any cruel choices today."

"The father abandoned me, but I don't blame him."

Murong Changlan sat upright, looked at the spiritual positions above and said in a calm tone: "The father has an amazing cultivation level. If he escapes alone, he still has a chance to go out. If he takes me with him, he will inevitably be a drag. As long as the father can go out, he should be able to make a comeback in the future."

"Since my father has left, someone in the Murong family must be responsible for the destruction of the country today. Let me do this."

Murong Changlan kowtowed again: "My son has had the dream of revitalizing the Great Yan since he was a child, so he doesn't like literature but martial arts. He always thinks that one day he can raise troops north to restore the rivers and mountains and promote the might of the Murong family. He has ambitions but no time to show his ambitions. Twenty years have passed, and it is a regret for the son to not shed blood for the revival of the Murong family."

"My son has three great hatreds. One hates the enemy country is too strong and the Great Yan is weak. Two hates the court officials who are disinterested and cannot share the same virtues. Three hates that they are weak and embarrassed to bear the great responsibility."

He raised his head and said slowly, "If the ancestors and ancestors have spirits, please bless your father to escape this disaster. On the day the country was destroyed, the soldiers outside were still bleeding for the Murong family. As a man from the Murong family, he dared not be ruthless. He only hopes that in the next life, he will return to the Murong family, raise 100,000 soldiers, and break through Chang'an."

He kowtowed for the third time, then grabbed the horizontal knife on the ground and pointed the tip of the knife at his heart: "The country is broken, and people are dead."

When these four words were spoken out, he stabbed the horizontal knife into his heart.

Just as he fell down softly, a desolate figure fell outside the hall and happened to see Murong Changlan's body falling down.

"No!"

The man cried out in terror, then knelt down softly: "Lan'er... I should have told you long ago that you are not a descendant of the Murong family. You have nothing to do with these people. You are wrong for your father. For the sake of the throne, you have deceived everyone, including yourself, and you. If I told you all this early, you wouldn't have done such a stupid thing!"

"Lan'er, why are you so stupid? You die in front of these people's spiritual thrones, and they will only laugh!"

Emperor Murong Meng cried loudly and fell to the ground, but he didn't care about the bright clothes?

"I'm wrong for my father!"

He cried on the ground: "Wrong! My father shouldn't have escaped by himself. If I took you with you, you wouldn't have done this. I hate it!"

He struggled to stand up, stumbled into the hall, and glanced at the young body on the ground, and cried. He walked to Murong Changlan's body, leaned over and carried him up, and then walked outside the hall. When he reached the door, he turned around and brushed his sleeves, and a stream of internal energy rolled over, and the spiritual positions offered were blown to pieces.

"I have pretended enough, and you guys don't have to laugh at me. I have stole the country of your Murong family and I'll give it back to you now."

He held his son's body and walked step by step towards the main hall.

"Lan'er, your surname is not Murong, your surname is Chen."

He said as he walked, "Being a father is not called Murong Moe, but Chen Yandong. The ancestral land of our Chen family is no longer Peicheng, but in a small village two hundred miles south of Yongzhou. You are a member of the Chen family, not the Murong family."

He said along the way, tears wet the front. After walking to the gate of the main palace, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then smiled sadly: "Lan'er, you are dead, what's the point of escaping for your father even if you are alive? I am guarding this country for you. Now, this country has nothing to do with us."

He put Murong Changlan's body on the dragon chaise, then walked out, and came back soon, holding a large jar in one hand. It was the aged wine stored in the imperial kitchen, with a strong and fragrant smell. Murong mourned the wine jar and sprinkled the old wine around.

The fire spread quickly along the curtain and burned up along the curtain.

He sat on the dragon chaise next to Murong Changlan, watching the flames gradually rise.

"Actually, it's not that my father thought of taking you out of the palace to be a farmer, and giving you some farming skills instead of the emperor's way. Speaking of which, even my father doesn't understand what the emperor's way is. My father knows that as long as you give you time, after you inherit the throne, you will definitely make the Great Yan Kingdom powerful. My father has always believed that you will become a wise king... It's a pity that my father was unable to guard that day for you."

"It turns out that...will be lost if you get it."

Murong moose curled up on the dragon throne and slowly closed his eyes: "Decades of wealth and glory are just a void. I have gained so much, so I have lost so much. People from the Murong family, come to me to argue with you later. There is no Da Yan Kingdom in this world, and in fact, there is no Da Shang long ago."

Flames go to the sky

The hall was swallowed by the sea of ​​fire.

...

...

Wei Meng Temple

Fang Jie patted the white lion's forehead and let it sit on the ground, and then walked into the temple gate. Speaking of which, this was the first Buddhist place that Fang Jie stepped into. When he was taking refuge in Dali City, he had several interactions with him. At that time, Fang Jie's understanding of the Buddhist sect was all about the monks in Weiman Temple rather than the Dalun Temple in the Western Regions.

Now, Fang Jie's impression of the Buddha Sect has changed completely, but after that, he has not changed, these people in the temple have been concealed.

Fang Jie now believes that if the rules of the Buddhist sect in the Western Regions, then the monks in Weiman Temple are all rebellious. If the rules set by the first abbot in Weiman Temple, then the monks now can be called fake monks... This is because there is a monk who is a misleading monk in Weiman Temple who is unique and becomes a monk but is in the world.

When Fang Jie walked into the temple gate, two young monks in gray were bickering at the door, without any fear of the city breaking. The two of them were red in their faces.

"The abbot said that when you meet a woman you like, you are advised to return to secular life and go back to have children. Now I have a crush on the Chen family's granddaughter in the alley. Why do you say that I broke the rules and regulations?"

A little monk said seriously, he looked like he was seven or eight years old, pinching his waist, and he looked like he was just right on me. Another little monk was five or six years old, and his mouth was a little unclever: "What the abbot said was that you like her, she also likes you. Now you like her but she doesn't know how to like you, so why should you return to secular life?"

"Why do you say she doesn't like me?"

"Because she likes me."

The seven or eight-year-old monk was stunned for a moment, and then cried: "Have you ever thought about me when you do this? Can we still eat, sleep and recite scriptures together?"

Seeing him crying, the six or seven-year-old monk panicked and quickly stepped forward to wipe his tears: "Big at worst... at worst we just ignore her. I think it's more important that we don't have any bad things."

"Okay, keep your word and pull back!"

Fang Jie couldn't help but shake his head and smiled, thinking that Wei Meng's temple was still so shocking. He stopped and listened to the conversation between the two little monks, and laughed brighter. He mistook himself to the big monk out of it. When he saw Fang Jie standing there, he shook his head and sighed, "Let's turn around and take them apart. The bright eyes and white teeth of the little girl actually defeated the man... Alas!"

Fang Jie laughed loudly, clasped his fists while walking, saying, "I have seen the great monk, thank you for the great monk."

"What do you thank me?"

The monk who misunderstood himself asked.

Fang Jie smiled and said, "I forgot, I just remember to thank you."

The monk who mistook him nodded: "It's good to forget, but it's bad to remember."

Fang Jie knew what he meant, so he stepped up the stairs and asked, "Is the osmanthus cake in the temple so delicious?"

The monk who made the osmanthus cake shook his head: "The one who made the osmanthus cake returned to secular life ten years ago and went home."

"Why?"

Fang answered the question.

The monk who mistook himself said helplessly: "Because I was sitting at the door crying, I felt sorry for myself, and I didn't have any descendants. He looked scared and ran away that night. Alas, I've cried once or twice, why can't he be so open-minded?"

People who cry actually have already seen it out of their way, but they can't see it out of their way when they see others crying.

"The great monk has great wisdom."

Fang Jie praised.

"What did you say just now?"

The monk who misunderstood himself asked.

"Thank you."

"Come empty-handed?"

"Uh... I'm so anxious. I forgot to prepare the gift. Next time, I'll bring some gifts next time."
Chapter completed!