Chapter 539: Big Love

Nie Wushuang clenched his lips tightly, so that he could not exclaim.
Qingyuan's face suddenly became iron-blue, and he stared angrily at the thought in front of him, and said coldly, "What is the name of the temple? I am innocent, even if the Lord of Buddha is as clear as I am! I ’m not as greedy for life as for fear of death, Not only does not protect the queen, but also reverses black and white ... "
Before he finished speaking, Qing Qing pushed him to the ground. As soon as a few monks winked, they stepped forward and punched him. In the back room, Nie Wushuang couldn't help crying, anxiously, but couldn't go out. Qingyuan was huddled by them, but he clenched his lips without saying a word.
Qing Si group was tired after fighting with several monks, and then scolded and scrambled around to find the original Zen room that had been restored as it was and found it messy again. They searched for a long time and couldn't find anyone, but left with resentment.
Qing Si turned his head and looked at Qingyuan, who was down on the ground, and sneered: "Now King Rui is already angry and cut off the grain and water in the temple. When the time comes, more monks will hate you, even if you really The queen handed it over, and your abbot of Donglin Temple will soon become a prince! "
Qingyuan on the ground looked at him, holding back the pain in his body, sneering sneer: "Everything I do is worthy of my heart, worthy of the Buddha. Even if all the people in the temple hate me, the Buddha will understand, go ... to Xitianji In the land of joy, at that time who knows what is good and who is evil will be clear! "
Qing Si saw his stubbornness and anger, but there was nothing he could do to him. Can only be angry and leave.
The meditation room was quiet again, and Nie Wushuang waited for a long time, until there was no sound outside, and then groped in the secret room. Finally she was able to find a protruding organ, and she was overjoyed. It turned out that this secret room could only be opened from the outside, but it could also be opened from the inside. As soon as she pressed, she ran out of the back room and lifted Qingyuan, who had fallen to the ground.
With one glance, she couldn't help crying. I saw that Qingyuan's body was red and swollen, and the monk's robe was ripped a few places. His face was more bruised.
"Qingyuan ..." It was her fault that she felt guilty and guilty. All these disasters were because of her.
Seeing her crying, Qingyuan couldn't help eagerly saying, "Mother ... don't come out, go in soon ..."
When Nie Wushuang saw that he was still worried about his safety at this time, he was even more distressed. She helped him sit down and burst into tears: "Qingyuan, let me out."
When Qingyuan heard that she grabbed her arm quickly, her mild voice rose a bit with a stern voice: "Is the queen mother going to fall into the hands of such cruel people? He ... he is too suffocated, his mother Don't take risks! "
Nie Wushuang was speechless. She looked at Qingyuan with tears in her eyes. "But what do you do? What about the entire Donglin Temple? I ... I can't be a sinner in Donglin Temple ..."
Qingyuan sighed and helped her: "Mother-in-law, you are not a sinner. Xiao Fengqing committed this crime."
Nie Wushuang was even more embarrassed when she heard what she said. No, this murder is half her. If she didn't enter the palace, if she had promised him that way, she would make a living from then on, and never return to the palace of Yinguo again, all this would not happen.
It's her fault, it's because she is too greedy for the tenderness of that moment, and she can't sever the love for Xiao Fengyun ...
But is this wrong? Is there anything wrong with loving someone?
Her heart has never been so religious, she shook Qingyuan's warm hand and asked sadly, "Will the Buddha forgive me? Forgive me for the sins I have made?"
Qingyuan sighed, put her hand on her forehead, her eyes clear and compassionate: "The Buddha will forgive, the Buddha is omnipotent and knows everything ..."
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The day passed and it was night again. Tomorrow is the last day of Xiao Fengqing's ultimatum. Despair pervaded the entire temple. In the horror of food and water, the monks felt that the limit had already been reached, and they all went to a Buddhist temple to recite aloud and pray for the blessing of the Buddha.
Qing Si came a few more times, but no matter how he forced him to torture, Qing Yuan just said nothing. After a few tossing down, he was tired and panting. Nie Wushuang hid in the secret room and watched them torture Qingyuan with tears, but couldn't help but watch.
Eventually they all left, and Nie Wushuang came out. She looked at Qingyuan, who had been tortured for a day, and felt heartache. Qingyuan had fainted, and her trembling hands flew off his sleeve, and a string of beads was on his wrist.
Tears, scattered like rain.
How could she make him so affectionate, and what sin did she do? Let him who walked into the empty door move his heart to her ...
Qingyuan awoke, looked at her look, and then looked at her wrist, and suddenly sighed, "Mother ..."
Nie Wushuang looked at him, and tears fell on his face: "You ... you, but you will fall into hell, and the world will not forgive you ..."
Qingyuan smiled weakly, he looked at her, and there was no impurity in Qingjing's eyes: "But the Lord will understand Qingyuan's heart, he will know that Qingyuan's heartless thoughts, I only wish my mother and daughter I be safe and happy ...
Tears rolled from the corners of his eyes, and he looked at Nie Wushuang, his eyes gradually bewildered: "The Buddha has great love, Qingyuan loves the world, and he also loves his mother ..."
Nie Wushuang looked at him in pain, and Voldi wept silently. The beads on the wrists were stained with tears, and became more moist and moist like ink.
...
That day finally came, the day was just dawning, and the morning sun had not spread over Donglin Temple. The huge bell rang loudly, and it sounded loud.
Nie Wushuang lay tightly on the wall of the secret room, watching Qingyuan bathed in the morning light. He had washed away the blood on his face, put on a neat and white monk's robe, and covered a fiery cricket. He still had bruises on his face, but his face was calm.
The door of the zen room was rudely knocked open. Qingyuan lifted his eyes and looked at the soldiers who rushed into the zen room, proclaiming a Buddhist slogan: "All donors, Qingyuan himself will go."
"Qingyuan, you can surrender the queen!" The clear thinking outside was panicked. No matter how much he persecuted for three days, Qingyuan refused to say that he was afraid to kill him again. No one knows the whereabouts of Nie Wushuang, and can only watch the end of the day.
Qingyuan didn't look at him, and said indifferently: "Insufficient wisdom in Qing Si, love, hate, greed, and violation of the Buddhist commandments. From today, Brother Qing Si, you are no longer a disciple of Buddha. Can you take it? "
After thinking for a while, Qingyuan saw that he was speechless, so he took out a stack of lawsuits from his arms and slowly tore them in public. The shreds of paper in one place bowed their heads in shame over the monks who had persecuted Qingyuan for the past three days.
Qingyuan proclaimed a Buddhist slogan, walking in the morning light, slowly walking out with the sorrow of mantra in his mouth. The white monk's clothes came out lightly, his calm face was free from fear, and his clear brows were full of compassion. Wherever he went, the soldiers bowed their heads, and the sword in their hands was unwilling to oppose him.
Donglin Temple has surrounded a crowd of good men and women, and there are many monks from nearby counties. They have debated Buddhism with Qingyuan and admire him very much. Now he heard that he was willing to suffer in order to protect the queen. Dou Tu, all kneeling in front of the temple, closed his eyes and read the Scriptures, praying for him as well as for Donglin Temple.
The Brahma sang, cigarettes lingering, and Qingyuan slowly walked out, sitting in front of the sword and axe, chanting the scriptures.
His calmness is even more moving. The sentiment was stirred up, and people were about to fall at his feet, and it was very difficult for soldiers to form a wall. In the pergola not far away, Xiao Fengqing looked at the chaos in front of him, his eyes darkened. Some soldiers came forward with cold sweats and whispered: "Your Highness, I can't find the queen maiden these days, maybe ... the maiden has gone north ..."
Xiao Fengqing heard that in the long sleeves, a long was tightly pinched in his hands, and his palm hurt.
He didn't say a word. For three days, he searched Donglin Temple and couldn't find Nie Wushuang. Where did she hide?
"His Royal Highness ..." said the hesitant and asked again, "His Royal Highness, think twice, Donglin Temple is respected in the country, in case the people's anger is stirred ..."
"Get off!" Xiao Fengqing suddenly exasperated. "If you don't hand over the queen, follow the order of the king, and kill the temple!"
Tusi!
Everyone under the command exclaimed. The butcher's knife was already on, and the red sun on the horizon had risen, but it was becoming more peaceful on Qingyuan's face. He looked at the commotion in front of him, whispered a Buddhist horn, and squeezed the beads in his wrist.
She is the Buddha of his Enlightenment I, and she is his other land of joy. Live for her, die for her. This is his bliss.
What suddenly dropped, it was human nature's persistence and perseverance on life and death, all at this moment.
He sighed and closed his eyes with a smile.
Xiao Fengqing squinted and looked at Qingyuan, who was sitting in front of the sword and axe. His heart was turbulent and turbulent, and his hands were slowly raised. Everyone opened his eyes and looked at the man who looked like a demon in the pergola. How to speak.
"Stop!" A hoarse voice came from the temple gate. Nie Wushuang took her time slowly, her clothes were torn and dilapidated, except that the pale appearance of the city made it impossible for everyone to look straight.
Her beautiful eyes were blood red, and she looked at Xiao Fengqing, who was slowly bursting into a smile, saying, "Let him go!"
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