At the entrance of Huolong Village, more than a dozen galloping horses suddenly stopped at the entrance of the village, and the leader was a young man with a strong appearance.

"You guys are waiting here, and some people go to the village to take a look."

"Emperor Liu Du, you rarely see pedestrians along the road, so let's go with you."

The young man looked at the people behind him and spoke coldly.

"I'm going home and going back to see it. Is there any danger? The battlefield fighting, some situation has not been experienced, time is urgent, there is no time to stay, you can stay, and some go and come."

After the young man finished speaking, he whipped into the village, and the sound of horse hooves echoed, making the surroundings even more empty.

After entering the village, the young man's face became even more severe. He looked at the empty surroundings and looked depressed. He jumped on his horse and galloped. Before he arrived at a mansion, he rushed straight in without dismounting.

When they entered the mansion, the young man turned over and dismounted and hurriedly looked around. The mansion was messy, with overturned tables, chairs, boxes, and dark marks on the ground. The marks on the wall turned black, and even the bedding had many black marks. After walking around, the situation was the same everywhere.

An unbearable look appeared on the young man's face, and he almost gave up and continued to check it out. He knew very well what was going on here, and even saw swords colliding and screams everywhere in his mind. After hesitating for a moment, the young man still walked to a room, which was once where he slept, and he didn't know what was going on inside.

Pushing open the wooden door that was hidden, the red curtain appeared in front of me, almost exactly the same as before, without any change.

With a slight sigh, the young man lifted the curtain and entered the room.

Looking around, the young man's expression changed instantly. The black and eye-catching ink words on the wall attracted his attention. The handwriting of these ink words was strong and powerful, revealing a natural domineering aura, as if someone wrote it in one breath in grief and anger.

"The miserable years are falling into the dream, wandering around the world and chatting sadly. ** is following Kunpeng, and I whistle and growl in front of the wall..."

"Where can I look at the land of China? I have a glimpse of Beigu Tower. How many things have happened in the rise and fall of the ages, and the endless flow of the Yangtze River..."

"At the broken bridge outside the post, lonely blooming without a master... Stones fell into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same."

After reciting the three poems on the wall, the young man was stunned. His expression on his face was unpredictable, ashamed, annoyed, and yearning. He had never seen these poems before. They must have been written on the wall.

The three poems, whether sad or angry, domineering, or graceful, and completely express their feelings, must have been written under strong stimulation. Under that situation, people who can write such poems are not ordinary people.

Some thoughts popped up in the minds of the young man. In the end, the people living here were Li Qiyi, the King of Wei, and his family. Everything around the village was enough to prove what happened. The young man was so angry that he passed by here on his way to Jiannan Road to do business. It should be said that Li Qiyi and his family were both in a tragic accident. The Shence Army did things neatly and neatly, and the villagers did not let it go. How could Li Qiyi's family be left behind? Who left these poems? Is there anyone who is spared?

The mountain village is extremely remote and it is impossible for outsiders to come here.

A name entered the mind of young people, Li Rupei. As he knew, Li Rupei had just turned fifteen and had been following Li Qie for many years and was deeply loved by Li Qie. Could it be that Li Rupei survived this massacre?

A quarter of an hour later, the young man rushed to the entrance of the village.

"You can go to Chengdu Prefecture, Jiannan Road, and pay a visit to Envoy Cui, and deliver a letter. Someone is going to return to Xiangyang Prefecture and have an urgent matter."

"Emperor Liu, the envoy specifically ordered to pay homage to Envoy Cui. For such a major matter, I think it would be better for the lieutenant to go there in person."

"No need, when Cui Jun saw the letter, he understood everything. It would be unnecessary if he went there."

The young man was very decisive in his work, and he whipped his whip toward the outside of the village. The rest stopped talking and galloped away, leaving behind the sound of empty horse hooves echoing around the village.

It was getting late and the surroundings of Huolong Village were extremely quiet. This place was originally very remote and most people would not come here unless they were looking for relatives and friends.

A voice of Amitabha Buddha sounded, and a monk wandering around came stepping on his feet.

In remote mountain villages, there are few monks who beg for alms. You should know that the court believes in Confucianism and the status of monks is not low. Some respected monks have close relationships with officials in the court and even become officials' masters.

The monks are respected by everyone and will not suffer any difficulties wherever they go. Even Huang Chao, who rebels, dare not attack the monks at will, so as not to be punished by God.

The monk had a kind face and walked into the village with a slight smile.

A few minutes later, the smile on the monk's face disappeared and his face became solemn. He seemed to feel something. He quickly walked to a mansion, and walked straight in without even asking the owner inside.

Not long after, the monk also came to the room on the wall to write poems.

The light was very dark, and the monk raised the fire note and silently recited the poems on the wall. It can be seen that during the process of silently reciting these poems, the monk's face changed drastically.

Monks pay attention to the emptiness of all four elements, and they need to have the aura of Mount Tai collapsed before and remained unchanged, and the elk rose to the left without looking instantly. Obviously, this monk did not do it, perhaps because he did not practice enough, or because he had not yet completed his worldly relationship.

After reciting the poem, the monk meditated silently in the house, muttering to himself.

"Abbot, I finally believe it. Why did the master value Li Rupei back then? I believe that the master's words will definitely change the world because of Li Rupei. I am sorry for the abbot. I have not yet had a relationship, so I made a special trip to find Li Rupei. Maybe it will be difficult to see the abbot in this life..."

It was dawn, and the meditating monk slowly stood up.

He stood in front of the wall and recited the poem silently again. After a long time, he took out paper, pen, ink and ink from the package.

Half an hour later, two letters were written.

The monk chanted Amitabha a few times, packed up his parcel, and prepared to leave.

When he walked to the door, the monk stopped and turned around again to look at the poems on the wall, as if he was thinking about something.

Finally, the monk made a decision.

"I want to shovel these ink treasures. Please forgive me. I have no choice but to do it. If these ink treasures flow out, it will definitely cause a bloody storm."

The monk found a broom from the corner of the house, raised it with one arm, swept towards the wall, and the wall skin began to fall off one after another, and a lot of dust with black ink appeared in the house.

When the monk left the house again, nothing could be seen on the wall.

The monk walked to the entrance of the village, knelt down in the direction of Famen Temple, and recited Amitabha Buddha and my Buddha's words to forgive me.

After standing up, the monk did not hesitate and strode towards Wuling County.

Historical records: Master Xuanhui, Zhizang of Famen Temple, invited him to travel in March of the sixth year of Qianfu, but since then he disappeared and suspected to have fallen into the world. Master Xuanzhi, abbot of Famen Temple, received a letter from Master Xuanhui, saying that Master Xuanhui received the Buddha's true teachings and passed away in order to pursue the realm of Buddha's path.

This move saved the reputation of Famen Temple, which is still the highest-ranking Buddhist temple in the Tang Dynasty.

General Xuanhui is commonly known as Gao Chibang. He is the distant nephew of Gao Pian, the Duke of Yan, the governor of Zhenhai Army, and the commander of the military commander of various roads. He knows very little about this situation. Except for the abbot of the former abbot of Famen Temple and the current abbot of the current abbot.

Gao Chibang's boy had an ominous whereabouts and once placed a list at Da'anguo Temple in Chang'an. In the 14th year of Xiantong, in 873 AD, he received the attention of Emperor Yizong of Tang because he welcomed Buddha bones to the palace. He specially recommended him to send Buddha bones to the Famen Temple. He took this opportunity to place a list at Famen Temple. In the third year of Qianfu, he became the Zhizang of the Famen Temple, which caused a great sensation.

Gao Chibang is the disciple of the former abbot of Famen Temple. He was named Xuanhui by the abbot. He is also the junior brother of the current abbot of Famen Temple Master Xuanzhi. Everyone believes that the reason why Xuanhui can become Zhizang of Famen Temple is probably due to the strong recommendation of his previous abbot. Otherwise, with Master Xuanhui's qualifications, it would be difficult for him to be Zhizang of Famen Temple.
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