The man was about to answer when he heard this, but couldn't help but cough slightly.
After struggling for a while, he sighed and said, "I came from the Imperial City at the foot of the mountain. Where did Mr. Unknown come from?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "I come from where I came from." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and asked: "I know a little bit about medicine, can you take a pulse for sir?"
When the man heard this, he did not shy away from suspicion and extended his hand to Li Xiuyuan.
Li Xiuyuan pinched the man's wrist and after exploring it for a moment, he couldn't help but sigh quietly.
Said: "Sir, you look kind-hearted, how could there be such a vicious person who wants to kill you?"
Before the man could reply, the warning voice of the old Taoist priest came from Li Xiuyuan's divine sea, which frightened him and instantly came to his senses. He was still a wanderer.
In silence, he still couldn't help but continue: "Sir, you have been poisoned for a long time. I think it is the people closest to you who want to kill you."
Hearing this, the man roared angrily, but in anger he quickly blocked his mouth with a white silk scarf.
After a long time, he removed the silk scarf in his hand, and when Li Xiuyuan saw it, there was a dazzling red flower.
Before the man could speak, he had already startled the men in black who were guarding outside the palace, but in an instant, four men in black had already rushed in.
Then another middle-aged man in a green shirt walked in, carrying a food box in his hand.
The middle-aged man knelt down in front of the two men, tremblingly opened the food box and took out a can of medicinal soup.
He held it up with both hands and said: "Your Majesty, be careful, please drink this medicinal soup first."
The man sighed and was about to take the medicinal soup when he was stopped by Li Xiuyuan: "Wait a minute, let me take a look."
After speaking, he took the medicinal soup from the middle-aged man's hand, put it in front of his lips, smelled it, and then took a shallow sip.
"Broken Heart Herb, Roxin Powder... you are the one who poisoned me!" Li Xiuyuan squeezed the middle-aged man's hand and said sternly: "Who gave you the idea?"
The middle-aged man was startled and tried desperately to break free from Li Xiuyuan's hand, while shouting: "Where is this evil monk from? He dares to offend the emperor and the ministers of the court! He is seeking death!"
When Li Xiuyuan saw that the man in front of him didn't speak, he immediately pinched the middle-aged man's mouth and fed him the soup in the jar to drink. Then he asked quietly: "Now, can you talk?"
The man frowned deeper, looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Li An, I treat you well, why did you poison me?"
The middle-aged man named Li An had already been restrained by four men in black, with a sad smile on his face.
He said in a daze: "I don't want to do it either. If I don't do it, the whole family will..."
Before he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was no more sound.
In just the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man's blood splashed all over the Buddhist temple, and Ksitigarbha on the Buddhist altar quietly closed his eyes.
Li Xiuyuan pinched Li An's mouth and looked at it, then sighed and said: "It's not the poison in this bowl of medicine. He was afraid of revealing the mastermind behind it and committed suicide in fear of guilt."
Thinking about it, he raised his hand and said, "Li Xiuyuan, a common man, has met His Majesty the Emperor. I wonder what year and month it is now, and which dynasty it is?"
The man sitting in front of him was stunned when he heard this, and then replied: "It is the second year of Wucheng in the Great Zhou Dynasty. I am Emperor Wucheng, but the person who poisoned me is the senior official in the palace."
"Sir, he doesn't look like a monk in the temple, but why can he recite Buddhist scriptures skillfully and tell at a glance that the soup is poisonous?"
The emperor in front of him waved his hand and asked the men in black to drag Li An's body out and said, "You guys wait outside the palace for now. I will summon you later."
Seeing that Li Xiuyuan had no ill intentions, the four-clothed man quietly retreated and cleaned up the pool of blood on the ground.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "I came from a long time ago and just wanted to see the glory of the Zhou Dynasty. I never thought that the emperor would be poisoned."
I thought about it thousands of times, but I didn't expect that the first person I saw when I came back would be His Majesty the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty who was about to pass away. It seems that this world is even more cruel than the Great Qin.
At least at that time, no one dared to poison King Qin, and even the assassinations of Qin did not end in failure.
If the old Taoist priest hadn't suddenly left a warning in his mind, he would have tried his best to remove the bitterness from the miserable guy in front of him.
The emperor stared blankly at the blood-stained silk scarf in his hand, the breath on his face gradually weakening.
After a long while, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Mr. Guan, I think he is a person born in this world. I wonder if he can save me from the fire and water?"
Looking at the emperor in front of him, Li Xiuyuan looked up at Ksitigarbha on the Buddhist altar.
I couldn't help but murmured: "Bodhisattva, how about we change things? I am willing to go to the abyss for you to practice hard for a hundred years."
When the emperor heard this, he couldn't help but look at the Bodhisattva kneeling on the Buddhist altar, and murmured: "I would like to take off my dragon robe, convert to Buddhism, and ask the Bodhisattva to save my life."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said quietly: "Every time I save hundreds of thousands of billions of people, I will make them pay respect to the Three Jewels, escape life and death forever, and reach the joy of Nirvana... Bodhisattva, if I don't go to hell, what will you do for me?"
Ksitigarbha on the Buddhist altar suddenly opened his eyes and smiled, which gave Li Xiuyuan an illusion.
So he clasped his hands together and replied happily: "Thank you Bodhisattva. If the old Taoist scolds me and the heaven here is angry, please bear it for me. I owe you a favor."
Seeing Ksitigarbha on the Buddhist altar without saying a word, Li Xiuyuan withdrew his gaze.
Looking at the emperor, he replied quietly: "To tell you the truth, you won't survive tomorrow noon. Who do you want to pass on? Will there be any more trouble?"
The emperor was speechless for a moment, and after a long time he said helplessly: "So fast?"
Li Xiuyuan's mouth moved slightly: "Unless you are not you..."
"I know that I don't have much time left, so I have long wanted to pass this great title on to my fourth brother, Duke Yu Wenyong of the State of Lu. I don't know what good advice Mr. Unknown has. Can you save my life?"
After the emperor finished speaking, he took out a piece of yellow silk and held it in his hand. He smiled bitterly and said, "I have even written the imperial edict for passing on the throne."
Li Xiuyuan lowered his head and pondered for a long time. He couldn't help but sigh softly, and reached out to take the imperial edict from the emperor's hand.
He whispered: "This matter must be hidden from the sky and the ground... Just let my brother help you."
After speaking, he pointed to Xiao Hei who was snoring next to him and said: "Let my brother accompany you to the palace, and then dictate the imperial edict to be sent to Yu Wenyong, the Duke of Lu..."
"Why not issue the decree directly?" The emperor asked puzzledly: "Isn't this simpler and more direct?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said seriously: "What if someone steals the news for you? Don't say I didn't remind you that this imperial edict was kept outside the palace and no one knew about it..."
When the emperor heard this, he suddenly understood and couldn't help coughing again: "Well, thank you sir for your kindness."
"Xiao Hei, get up." Li Xiuyuan roared, waking up Xiao Hei from his dream, and shouted: "Brother, can you go home?"
When the emperor saw that Xiao Hei was only eight years old, he couldn't help frowning and asked: "My brother is still young, can he survive this storm?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said: "Don't worry, let your people call the great monk here, and so on..."
So, not long after, Xiao Hei became a little monk with a bald head and wearing monk robes and sandals.
Li Xiuyuan gave Xiao Hei a paper charm and whispered something in his ear.
Xiao Hei couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He had never experienced such a fun thing before. Now he could go to the palace and make a fuss.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the emperor and said: "My brother will accompany you back to the palace for everything... In my hands, the world will not be in chaos."
In Li Xiuyuan's view, his operation only ensured that the incident would not change due to his arrival.
In this way, even the Heavenly Dao and the old Taoist priests in this world cannot blame themselves.
However, the oath he just made on the 47th turned into water flowing eastwards.
His Majesty the Emperor drank the spiritual wine given to him by Li Xiuyuan, took Xiao Hei out of the Buddhist temple, and hurried to the imperial city.
Li Xiuyuan was left sitting down in front of the Buddha. He looked at Ksitigarbha and said with a bitter smile: "Speaking of Bodhisattva, does this count as being in hell? I said that sometimes hell is not necessarily under the abyss, right?"
The Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar was speechless, just staring quietly at Li Xiuyuan who was about to enter the world in front of him.
Only the voice of the old Taoist priest in the sea of gods, neither sad nor happy, came from nowhere: "Disciple, it seems that the oath you made in Da Qin has been eaten by dogs again."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and said, "It is said that the disciple's Taoist mind should become more and more like a rock as he cultivates it. Why has it become a little softer without knowing it?"
This time even the old Taoist priest's voice disappeared.
Only Ji Zang in the abyss whispered softly: "Only if you are soft-hearted can you feel compassion, and compassion is your original intention of enlightenment. Only compassion can face the sea of fire and the mountain of swords!"
However, Li Xiuyuan in front of him still did not hear what Ksitigarbha said.
He didn't even go to see the abbot of Xilin Temple, but he took advantage of the good spring weather and went all the way down the mountain.
Six hundred years have passed. Is the number 47 still there?
After all, the yard was simply renovated, and he didn't think about replacing every stone wall back then.
In Li Xiuyuan's view, No. 47 was the place he used to shield himself from the wind and rain for thousands of years.
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How much do you know about wind and rain in dreams? See the prosperity of several generations and the apricot blossoms buried for hundreds of years.
No. 47 is now only open for two hours every day, from half past noon to half past midnight, not even an extra moment.
Sitting at the counter was a middle-aged woman whose age could not be discerned. People in the Imperial City did not know how long she had lived here, but they only knew that the wine she sold was always of the same quality.
If they don't sell wine for a few months a year, it must be because the shop owner is away traveling.
The merchants who like to drink in Haohao Imperial City have long been accustomed to the temperament of the shopkeeper. As long as the door is open, there will be wine for sale.
If the door is closed, no one will pay attention to you even if you beat the shop loudly.
It's the apricot blossom season again, but this spring the woman didn't make wine because she was a little tired. It wasn't that she didn't have the energy to make wine, but she was too tired.
Seeing off her relatives one by one with her own hands made her feel speechless time and time again.
I thought that if I had not drank the bowl of wine that my brother poured me, would I have been able to enter reincarnation early with my husband?
It was good for now, let her see the spring flowers and autumn moon alone, but she could not wait for her brother who disappeared in the long river of time, and her disobedient brother.
The master has gone on a white crane, and the owner of the academy has changed a lot.
The master's wooden house in the middle of the mountain collapsed in the long river of time, and Xingsheng in the academy did not want to practice in the middle of the mountain.
So the place became desolate.
Watching a pot of spiritual tea, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers wafting in the wind.
The woman couldn't help but murmured softly: "Brother, if you don't come back this year, I will go to the Tianshan Mountains deep in the desert to take a look."
Since Xiaohu left, the woman has not contacted him because she didn't know when her brother would suddenly appear in front of No. 47.
Their brother couldn't see him when he came back, so they didn't dare to go to the Tianshan Mountains deep in the desert.
It’s just that every summer, when I walk around the imperial city, the farthest I can go is Xiaye. No matter how far I go, I don’t dare to go.
Afraid of missing the reunion with my brother.
Because she knew that if she could survive, her brother would definitely come back.
A ray of sunshine in the afternoon shone gently on the counter of Xianlai Restaurant, making the woman look like a goddess in the sky, with a faint golden light emerging from her body.
After a while, a figure came from the street and stood outside Xianlai's shop, blocking the ray of spring sun that was supposed to shine on the woman.
The woman frowned slightly, thinking that even if you come to buy wine, don't cover up my ray of warm sunshine.
So he raised his head, and just as he was about to complain, he let out a low whimper.
He yelled softly: "Wow, you made me cry..."
