Chapter 810 Visitors See Off Dali City Imperial Palace The sun at noon hangs at the highest point in the south, but it is not as hot as a blazing flame. Under the shade of the trees in the Dali City Imperial Palace, which is lined with green trees, it is gone. The lazy little eunuchs who used to be lazy in the past were no longer there, as were the imperial soldiers and imperial guards, because they were all busy running for their lives. The moment the news of the city¡¯s destruction reached the palace, everyone went crazy. The panicked people started running out without even thinking about changing their clothes, as if they would die if they didn't run. Before running away, the greedy person went to various palaces to collect some valuable objects and stuffed them into his arms, hoping that these things would bring some help to his future life. Rational people returned to their rooms and waited quietly for that moment to come, because they knew they could not be massacred. The corridor was in a mess, and a slender figure walked slowly by. No matter how bright the sun was, it could not take away the loneliness and desolation of his back. The scenery was still so beautiful, but he was so sad. Murong Changlan, the crown prince of the Yan Kingdom, was walking with an expressionless face. He saw a horizontal knife on the ground that was abandoned by someone who didn't know who, and leaned over to pick it up. Then he seemed to have made a decision, turned around, and walked towards the place where the ancestors' spiritual tablets were enshrined. Main hall. There are many rankings in the main hall, which are the spiritual thrones of the emperors of the Great Shang Kingdom. ¡°His Royal Highness the Crown Prince does not know that these people actually have no blood relationship with him at all. The tip of the horizontal knife slid across the ground, and the sound was very harsh. Murong Changlan stopped at the door of the main hall and looked back at the palace that he was most familiar with. The meaning in his eyes was very complicated, including sadness, nostalgia, reluctance, and determination. He looked at everything he could see carefully, then walked into the hall and knelt down in front of the spiritual tablets. "Ancestors" Murong Changlan knelt down and kowtowed: "Decades ago, the Sui army invaded Yongzhou and the Great Shang Dynasty destroyed the country. My father escaped through all kinds of hardships. Dali City was re-established. My father could understand his helplessness at that time. In order to continue the Great Shang Dynasty, he had to bow to the enemy and even consider himself emperor. These humiliations were just to prevent the bloodline of the Murong family from being cut off. He had done well enough, but he was born at the wrong time. The country was suffering from internal and external troubles, and the ministers were disobedient, and the people were disobedient. The emperor always wanted to revive the glory of the Murong family, and endured the humiliation to develop the country's strength. The sons and ministers knew this. He has tried his best, but it is difficult to make a difference in this era. The royal bloodline of the Murong family may end today. It is because of the unfilial piety of the sons and ministers, and they have failed to add children to the Murong family, but it is precisely because of this. In this way, I don¡¯t have to make any cruel choices today.¡± ¡°My father abandoned me, but I don¡¯t blame him.¡± Murong Changlan sat up straight, looked at the spiritual statues above and said in a calm voice. My father's cultivation is astonishing. If you still have a chance to escape alone, if you take me with you, it will inevitably be a drag. As long as your father can get out, you should be able to make a comeback in the future. " "Now that my father is gone, the Murong family will be in trouble. Someone must be responsible for the destruction of the country today. Let me do it." Murong Changlan kowtowed again: "My son has had the dream of revitalizing the Yan Dynasty since he was a child, so he does not like literature but likes martial arts. He always thinks about it. I hope that one day I will be able to raise troops and go north to restore the country and promote the former majesty of the Murong family. I have ambitions, but I have no chance to display my ambitions. Twenty years have passed by in vain. I am a son who cannot devote my blood to the prosperity of the Murong family. "My son, I have three major hatreds. One is that the enemy is too strong and the Yan Dynasty is weak. The other is that the courtiers are disloyal and unable to share the same virtue." He raised his head and said slowly, "If it's our ancestors. Please protect your father from this calamity. On the day of the collapse of the country, the soldiers outside are still bleeding for the Murong family. As a son of the Murong family, I only wish to return to the Murong family in the next life. With a hundred thousand soldiers, he kowtowed for the third time, then grabbed the sword on the ground and pointed the tip of the sword at his heart: "The country will be destroyed, and the people will perish." He said these four words. The knife stabbed into his heart. At the moment when he fell softly, a dejected figure fell outside the hall, and happened to see Murong Changlan's body falling. "No!" The man screamed miserably, and then knelt down softly: "Lan'er I should have told you earlier. You are not a descendant of the Murong family. You have nothing to do with these people. It is your father's fault. Well, my father lied to everyone, including myself, for the throne. If I had told you all this earlier, you wouldn¡¯t have done such a stupid thing!¡± ¡°Lan¡¯er, why are you so stupid? They will only laugh when they die in front of these people's souls!" Emperor Murong Shai of Yan State burst into tears and fell to the ground.?Do you still care about those shiny clothes? "My father is wrong!" He fell to the ground and cried: "It's wrong! My father shouldn't have escaped alone. If I took you with me, you wouldn't have done this. I hate it!" He struggled He stood up and stumbled into the hall, looking at the young body on the ground with tears streaming down his face. He walked to Murong Changlan's body, leaned over and picked him up, then walked out of the hall. When he reached the door, he turned around and fluttered his sleeves. An inner energy swept through him, and the enshrined spiritual tablets were blown to pieces. "I've pretended enough. You people don't have to laugh at me. I stole the fortune of your Murong family, and now I'll give it back to you." He held his son's body and walked step by step toward the main hall. "Lan'er, your surname is not Murong, your surname is Chen." He said as he walked: "My father's name is not Murong, but Chen Yandong. Our Chen family's ancestral home is no longer Peicheng, but two hundred miles south of Yongzhou. In a small village. You are from the Chen family, not the Murong family." He said as he walked, his chest wet with tears. After walking to the entrance of the main hall of the palace, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then smiled sadly: "Lan'er, if you die, what's the point of being a father and escaping alive? I'm guarding this country for you. Now, This country has nothing to do with us." He placed Murong Changlan's body on the dragon chair, then walked out and came back a short time later, carrying a large vat of old wine stored in the imperial kitchen. , rich and aromatic flavor. Murong Shai broke the wine vat and scattered the old wine around. Overturning the crane lantern in the palace, the fire quickly spread and burned along the curtain. He sat on the dragon chair next to Murong Changlan, watching the flames gradually rise. "Actually, it's not like my father has never thought about taking you out of the palace to become a farmer and giving you some farming skills instead of the way of an emperor. Speaking of which, even my father doesn't understand what the way of an emperor is. As a father. I know that as long as I give you time, after you inherit the throne, you will definitely make Dayan Kingdom unparalleled. My father has always believed that you will become a wise king Unfortunately, my father cannot wait for you until that day. "It turns out how you gain it, you will lose it." Murong Sha curled up on the dragon chair and slowly closed his eyes: "Decades of wealth and glory are nothing but nothing. I have gained so much, so I have lost it." There are so many of them. People of the Murong family, please come to me to argue with me. There is no more Great Yan Kingdom in this world. In fact, Great Shang has long been gone.¡± The main hall was swallowed up by the sea of ??fire. ?¡ ?¡ ?¡ ?Weihu Temple Fang Jie patted the white lion¡¯s forehead and let it stay on the ground, then walked into the temple gate. Speaking of which, this is the first Buddhist place that Fang Jie has entered. When he was taking refuge in Dali City, the great monk Misji had crossed paths with him several times. At that time, Fang Jie's understanding of Buddhism was all from the monks in Weihao Temple rather than the Dalun Temple in the Western Regions. Now, Fang Jie¡¯s impression of Buddhism in his heart has completely changed. The only thing that hasn¡¯t changed is that he hid it from the people in the temple. Fang Jie now also believes that if we follow the rules of the Buddhist sect in the Western Regions, then the monks in Weihao Temple will be rebellious. If we follow the rules set by the first generation abbot of Weikou Temple, then all the current monks can be called fake monks This is all because there was a great monk in Weikou Temple who was so unconventional that he became a monk and became a monk. But I am in the world of mortals. When Fang Jie walked into the temple gate, two young monks in gray clothes were bickering at the gate. There was no fear of the city being broken. The two of them were arguing with red faces. "The abbot said that if we meet a woman he likes, he will allow us to return to secular life and give birth to children. Now I have fallen in love with the granddaughter of the Chen family in the alley. Why do you say I broke the rules?" A young monk said seriously, seven or eight years old He looked like he was pinching his waist, as if the truth was in me. Another young monk, five or six years old, was a little arrogant: "When the abbot said he likes her, he means that you like her and she likes you. Now you like her and she doesn't like you. You "Why do you want to return to secular life?" "Why do you say she doesn't like me?" "Because she likes me better." The seven or eight-year-old monk was stunned for a moment, and then cried: "Have you ever thought about me? , can we still eat, sleep, and chant sutras together?" Seeing him cry, the six or seven-year-old monk panicked and quickly stepped forward to wipe his tears: "The worst case the worst case is that we just ignore her. I think it¡¯s more important that things don¡¯t go bad between us.¡± ¡°Well, keep your word, Lagou!¡± Fang Jie couldn¡¯t help but shake his head and laugh, thinking that he was hiding something.As expected, it was still so shocking here. He stopped and listened to the conversation between the two young monks, and his smile became brighter and brighter. The great monk Wu Ji came out and saw Fang Jie standing there, then he shook his head and sighed: "Look back and separate the two of them. That little girl's bright eyes and white teeth actually lost to the man Alas!" Fang! Jie laughed loudly, clasped his fists as he walked and said, "I have met the great monk, thank you so much, great monk." "What are you thanking me for?" asked the great monk. Fang Jie smiled and said: "I forgot, I just remember to thank you." The great monk Wuji nodded: "It's good to forget, but it's not good to remember." Fang Jie knew what he meant, so he stepped up the steps and asked: " Is the osmanthus cake in the temple still so delicious?" Monk Chuji shook his head: "The man who made the osmanthus cake returned home ten years ago." "Why?" Fang Jie asked. The great monk Wu Ji said helplessly: "Because I was sitting at the door crying. It's so pitiful that such a good person like me has no descendants. He looked scared and ran away that night. Alas, it's not like I cried once or twice. , why is he so turned away?" "People who cry have actually looked away, but those who watch others cry can't look away. "The great monk has great wisdom." Fang Jie praised. "What did you say you were here for?" asked the great monk Chu Ji. "I came to thank you." "You came empty-handed?" "Uh I came in a hurry, and I forgot to prepare a gift. Next time, I will bring some good gifts next time." "Come, let's see you off!"