Amiji is indeed dead.
It's just that the aftertaste of the Buddhist sounds that existed in those palaces still caused a demon cultivator from the Human Sword Sect hundreds of years ago to suffer so much that he followed the footsteps of Chen He and Nan Dequ and climbed to the top of the mountain hall. The moment before, the sword cultivator vomited a large mouthful of blood and fainted miserably.
Although Chen He felt that he was a little pitiful at the time, just thinking about the previous events, he still looked at Nan Dequ who had been silent.
Although this sword cultivator, whose mind was shattered as soon as he entered the avenue, kept saying that he deserved it, after sighing for a long time, he still walked over and picked up the unconscious Zhuang Baiyi.
There was really nothing to see in the dead Ami Temple. Chen He and Nan Dequ wandered around inside for a while, and then planned to walk back along the original road.
But when the two of them walked out of a side hall, they found that the Buddha steps they had come up to had been covered by layers of wind and snow. The wind and snow below were so miserable that they were completely invisible.
If it was Nan De Qu who had the confidence to be a sword cultivator from before, he would go in and have a look no matter what.
It's just that in the current temple, the three of them together probably can't produce enough Qi to enter the body.
Nan Dequ carried Zhuang Baiyi and looked at the wind and snow curtain with melancholy. This was probably the thing that made the world look back and sigh.
Perhaps it was true that there was no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there was another village with dark flowers and dark flowers. However, Chen He found another mountain road to the west of those main halls.
It was a path only three feet wide, paved with some simple rocks. Thanks to the drooping cedars on both sides and the surrounding forests, although the wind and snow were strong, this path was not that misty.
Although Chen He was thinking about his car, he was still at the mountain gate of Ami Temple.
It's just that sometimes, life is probably just a matter of choice.
Without the Tianyan Car, of course people would not die.
But if they stayed in Amiji Temple for a long time, they would probably starve to death.
The three of them then walked cautiously along such a trail towards the snow-covered mountain where they didn't know where it was located.
...
Chen He actually never thought that he would see Beitai again in such a place.
When they walked down from the snowy mountain, they saw countless green armors prepared in the wind and snow.
There was also a young man with a beard who limped slowly out from behind Qing Jia.
Nan Dequ looked at the young man with complicated expressions at that time, whom he had seen defecting from Nanyi City to Peking University when he was a child. After a long time, he sighed and said: "So you are really here, Beitai. "
Beitai was also silent for a while. When Bai He said that there was something strange happening east of Jidu, he asked Qingjia to come over. But in such a windy and snowy mountain that resounded with the sound of Buddha, these Qingjia people wearing Qingtian Dao The soldiers, however, were unable to climb up.
After hesitating for a long time, the young man finally decided to let Bai He take him for a look.
But he didn't expect that as soon as he got here, he saw Chen He and Nan Dequ. Of course, there was also a black man whose life or death was uncertain, but he could tell at a glance that he was a sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect. man in robe.
Beitai looked deeply at such a sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect, but before he could say anything to such a person who was about to ascend the throne of Luming Emperor, Chen He, who was obviously hungry, rubbed his hands and took a step forward. He asked with a sincere smile: "Did Mr. Bei bring anything to eat? We finally came over the mountain in the wind and snow, and we are almost starving to death."
This made Beitai's happy words with hatred stuck in his throat. Finally, he bent down and coughed several times before finally swallowing those breaths. After a while, Beitai raised his head and watched silently. He glanced at Chen He, waved his hand, and asked those Qingjia to bring some food.
Of course it was impossible for Qing Jia to be without food.
In the final analysis, they are the world's army, just wearing the armor of Taoism.
Some food was delivered. In such a windy and snowy place, there probably wouldn't be anything delicious, just some hard dry food.
However, the two of them were probably really hungry. Even Nan Dequ, after being pulled by Chen He several times, put down those emotions, silently put Zhuang Baiyi aside, and squatted down in the wind and snow. Silently gnawing those dry food cakes.
Chen He ate three big cakes in a row and remembered something. He stood up again and ran towards Beitai, where he stood quietly with his back to the two of them. Unfortunately, he was stopped by those Qingjia halfway.
The young man didn't care, and waved his hand and said, "Did Young Master Bei bring some water?"
There was Qing Jia scolding at the side.
"Isn't there snow on the ground?"
Chen He muttered in a low voice: "Eating snow hurts your stomach."
The Qing Jia was probably a little helpless, and turned to look at Beitai. The limping young man was silent for a while, and then asked someone to bring water over.
Beitai took the water from the green armor's hand, pushed away the green armor's hands, walked forward, and stopped in front of Chen He. He looked at him with a complicated expression for a long time, and finally calmed down those emotions and said in a calm tone. : "First of all, you should call me Your Majesty."
Chen He took the pot of water with a smile and bowed obediently.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Chen He raised his head and took a sip of water, then threw the kettle towards Nan Dequ, who was silently eating a big cake not far away.
Beitai just watched calmly and did not stop him. After a long time, the young man walked towards Qing Jia's back.
"Bring them back to Jidu."
Holding 300,000 green armors, no matter how severely lame the young man was, he probably still had some sense of scolding Fang Qiu.
...
Dao Chunhan was put under house arrest in a side hall of the palace.
Beitai is not too ruthless. The side hall was the place where Lu Ming accompanied the emperor to pray for blessings, and the ancient temple in the palace was located in it.
After all, 300,000 Qingjia did not experience any fighting and easily captured Jidu. To a large extent, this was due to Lao Chunhan's surrender without a fight. After all, Beitai could not be too harsh on such a companion to the emperor. harsh.
In the wind and snow, strange movements occurred in the ancient temple, which attracted Beitai and many Qingjia to explore. Naturally, they could not hide it from the world.
That night, a general from the Yuanji City garrison who had been dismissed as a civilian sneaked into the palace.
When the old majesty held the candlelight and pushed open the door of the temple, intending to recite scriptures for a while, the man stepped out from behind the Buddha statue and knelt down in front of Dao Chunhan.
Dao Chunhan stood quietly at the door, holding the candlestick in his hand, looking at the general who knelt down in front of him, and then looked back at Ye Xue.
There is nothing unusual in the snow. The palace roads are quiet, the trees are silent, and the magnificent night sky from the far west of the human world above Jidu is quietly swirling above the wind and snow.
After looking at it for a long time, Chunhan turned around, looked at the general kneeling on the ground, sighed, and said, "What are you going to do?"
The general said in a deep voice: "There is a sudden movement in the east. There are rumors in the world that Ami Temple couldn't bear to see Lu Ming suffer the suffering of the people and wanted to return to the world. The northern bandits left in fear, taking only nearly ten thousand green armors with them. This is Lu Ming for the two of them. Your Majesty's best chance to share your worries is that although the Luming garrison has been disarmed and dismissed, as long as your Majesty can issue a secret order, let the last general go to the human world to recruit his old troops and lie in ambush in the wind and snow outside the city. When Beitai returns, suddenly, Attack and kill them, and the world may not be able to be pacified..."
Lao Chunhan stood there in silence, the candlestick in his hand swaying in the snowy wind blowing in from outside the door. After a long time, the old man said softly: "Do you know that if you do this, you will most likely die there?"
The general kowtowed heavily, raised his head again, looked at the former Emperor Lu Ming resolutely, and said calmly: "The former Emperor Huai said he would not die, and the same will be true for the last general. Don’t say goodbye.”
Lao Chunhan held the candlestick in his hand, but there was a smile on his old face. He turned around, looked at the wind and snow outside the hall, and said with a sigh: "I will not say goodbye even if I die, what a generous word."
This seemed to be praising such a general's feat, but the next moment, the old man once again put on some imperial majesty, turned around suddenly, pointed the candlestick in his hand at the general like a sword, and said in a cold voice: "But you Have you ever thought about the 300,000 Qingjia in Beijing, and once you take action, what kind of disaster will the entire Jidu face?"
The general looked at the old emperor in confusion.
The sound of "Lai Chunhan" may indeed be like his name. Even in the middle of spring, it still makes people feel chilly all over.
Perhaps because he was really old, such violent mood swings made the old emperor's breathing become a little short, so the candlestick was abandoned on the floor tiles, and the wax flowed all over the floor.
Lao Chunhan took a step back slightly, leaning on the door frame behind him, covering his heart and panting. It took him a long time to calm down, and he said slowly: "You think that as long as you say nothing even if you die, the world will sacrifice their lives for you. , used to achieve your so-called feat?"
The general was silent for a while and said softly: "It depends on people. Defeat before fighting..."
Lao Chunhan just said coldly: "Even if you really kill Beitai, do you think that three hundred thousand Qingjia will be leaderless and allowed to be slaughtered? They came from the north of Luming and from the desert. They are obviously fighting on the mainland. They are used to it. Yu Fengxue's Lu Ming garrison was driven all the way to Jidu, don't you still understand something?"
The general fell silent, suddenly burst into tears, kowtowed and said, "Then what should we do, Your Majesty?"
Lao Chunhan stood there silently, picked up the candlestick that had been dumped on the floor tiles, walked into the stone lantern in front of the door, relit the candlestick, and then stood in the wind and snow holding the relit candlestick, and said softly : "I'm not Your Majesty, you shouldn't ask me."
The general looked silently at the old man standing with a candle in the wind and snow, stood up, and disappeared in the wind and snow.
After a long time, it was late in the spring before he sighed, turned his head and looked at the figure of a certain Taoist under the snow-blown tree not far away, and said softly: "Is Master Jiang here to see a joke?"
Jiang Juyu smiled softly, walked out slowly from the wind and snow, stopped in front of the hall, and looked back at the snowy world together.
"I didn't think you'd be so alert."
Lao Chunhan was silent for a while and said softly: "Shouldn't it be the real person who is so alert? I just started to push the temple door open, and the real person has already appeared in the wind and snow..."
Jiang Juyu turned to look at the old man with some surprise. Just looking around, she probably couldn't see anything special about such an old former emperor.
Dao Chunhan naturally knew that Jiang Juyu was sizing him up, so he smiled softly and said, "You don't have to worry too much, you real person. I'm not a Buddhist disciple, and I don't have clairvoyance or clairvoyance, but..."
The old man looked at the Snow Wind Palace with great regret.
"I have worshiped Buddha hundreds of thousands of times in my life. I already know everything in such a side hall. Even if a piece of snow falls on a certain eaves, I may be able to detect it."
Jiang Juyu looked at Dao Chunhan in amazement and said softly: "Does the Emperor come here every day?"
Dao Chunhan said softly: "I come here every day. When I am busy, I come once in the morning. When I am not busy, I come here three times in the morning, noon and evening."
Jiang Juyu sighed deeply, turned her head, looked at the vast snow, and said slowly: "This is probably something that is difficult for people other than Lu Ming to understand."
Lao Chunhan said calmly: "Because you were not born in such a windy and snowy land, a barren land. People who look at the green mountains everywhere, when they see the deer croaking in the wind and snow, will probably sincerely admire this scene. A vast aesthetic feast. It’s just a real person. What you are praising is the pain of millions of Luming people. There is a word like spring in our words, but the vast majority of Luming people spend their entire lives without knowing anything. That’s the real spring.”
Holding the candlestick in his hands, the former emperor walked a few steps towards the temple, sat down at the threshold, placed the candlestick beside him, and looked up at the land of wind and snow, a magnificent land, but also a human world. The ultimate barren land.
"Speaking of it, I have actually never seen what the spring in the Huai'an people who occasionally wandered into Luming looks like. My name when I was a boy was not Laochunhan. Such a name came from a long time ago. , a certain Huai'an person talked about the unpleasant climate there. But he didn't know that the Luming people actually really wanted to have a climate like late spring cold - at least, this shows that we There once was a brief spring day, a bright spring day, spring mountains, spring water, spring breeze, mountain flowers blooming all over the eaves. It is really a scene that we can hardly imagine."
I lament the cold spring.
Jiang Juyu said softly: "But what does this have to do with your pious going to the temple to pray for blessings?"
Lao Chunhan just smiled slightly. Although that smile was old, it still looked like a charming spring day. The old man said softly: "Because Your Majesty really wants to get Lu Ming out of this situation."
A single majesty with no embellishments or prefixes is probably the only majesty in Huaido.
As he spoke, Lao Chunhan's eyes became blurred. He looked up at the magnificently colored human world and the western sky of night, and said softly: "About sixty years ago, His Majesty once came to Jitu. At that time, I also just started to visit Lu. Not long after I ascended the throne, that day on the snowy street, I met a man in black robes."
"At that time, I didn't know that such a person was His Majesty Kamigawa, because he looked too young. If you don't believe it, we always thought that His Majesty, who lived for a thousand years, should be older. But he It is true that the Spring and Autumn Period is at its peak, and people can tell at a glance that he can live another thousand years, or two thousand years, or even longer."
Jiang Juyu was silent for a while, looked at Dao Chunhan and said, "What did you say at that time?"
Lao Chunhan chuckled softly, and a youthful smile like a boy did appear on his old face - at that time, such a Lu Ming accompanying the emperor was probably just a boy.
The old man laughed for a long time, turned to look at Jiang Juyu and said, "Didn't I already tell you?"
Jiang Juyu was silent for a long time, and then she realized that the person from Huai'an who Chunhan mentioned earlier was Kamigawa.
So what did Kamigawa and Taichunhan say?
It is nothing more than a bright spring day, spring mountains, spring water, spring flowers, all blooming prosperously on the eaves and clustered in the window lattice. Little boys and girls sit by the window with their cheeks in their hands, exuding the sorrow of spring.
Of course it's more than that.
Lao Chunhan still remembered that snowy street that had passed for most of his life, and the man in a wide imperial robe. After telling the young man about those scenes, he looked at him seriously and said, "Lu Naruto will also see something like this." Picture."
The young man at that time asked longingly: "When is that day?"
That Majesty looked up at the wind and snow in the world and said softly: "One day."
Jiang Juyu sat there silently.
The old man who surrendered without a fight, who very consciously gave up the throne of Lu Ming without any objection, stood up holding the candlestick and turned to look at Jiang Guyu who was standing there.
"Lu Ming people will not shed their blood in this meaningless war that you want. Although we also have feelings for our family and country, we have something more to look forward to. In such a capital, there are What kind of Your Majesty is has never been very important - the Lu Ming Emperor has never been hereditary, and giving it to you today will not affect our status as citizens of the Dafeng Dynasty."
Jiang Juyu took a deep breath, looked up at Feng Xue, and said calmly: "It is not meaningless. Whether it is for Beitai or for people like us, there will always be meaning, but those meanings are not meaningless." I’m just standing on your side.”
As a matter of course, everyone in the world has his own thoughts, ideas, rivers, and persistence.
Lao Chunhan held the candlestick and headed towards the ancient temple.
“Real people can go a little further when talking about meaning.”
Jiang Juyu looked back at Dao Chunhan.
"Why?"
The old man said very sincerely: "When life is difficult, talking about meaning is the most meaningless thing. I am going to chant sutras and pray for blessings, true man."
