The ninth day of the ninth month of Jingning.

Ninety-nine, when the sun and the moon are in harmony, the yang energy is the most prosperous in one year, but the city of Luojing is dark and a heavy rain broke out.

Three thousand palaces were shrouded in the rain and fog, and the city was silent, and thousands of palace people showed their sadness.

Outside Zichen Hall, several imperial physicians, palace servants, and masters of Taoism were waiting for summons, and Cao Fo'er stood at the door holding a whisk.

The monk Wuxin, wearing a cassock, turned his rosary with a skeleton with a rosary, stood quietly in the rain, and recited the Buddha's mantra silently.

Behind were the masters of various sects, and even the Northern Zhou sacrificial priests, who were summoned to cure the great emperor who had exhausted their energy and had exhausted their lamps.

But injuries are easy to resolve, and life span is difficult to cure.

Everyone is not a god or a Buddha. If you do not act against the Tao and the morality, how can you revive your life and prolong your life?

Lu Wuzhen, wearing a black and white Taoist robe, looked middle-aged, and for the first time, the feeling of a centenarian was old and helpless.

The masters present were not sure about the inside story of Emperor Gan, but he was very clear about the supervisor who was responsible for intimidating the evil spirits.

Twenty years ago, Emperor Gan's body was already hard to become a Zhoutian. He Guomao relied on plundering other people's lifespan and relied on his life.

After the He family incident occurred, there must be still inventory of Yuandan in the palace.

But after less than half a month of work, Gandi didn't even take a life-extending pill.

As an emperor, he can suppress his desire to survive when he is dying. He is considered a benevolent among the emperors of all generations.

But such an emperor fell under his protection, and the couple's close relatives were almost dead.

Lu Wuzhen knew that Emperor Gan did nothing wrong, and that all the mistakes were on him.

He was able to find out the problem twenty years ago, and Emperor Gan would help his younger brother to take office, and no subsequent chaos would happen. This is also his responsibility.

He once thought that "taking Tao as the truth" and that the Danding Sect can ensure good weather and good weather.

But now it seems that he is wrong. Ye Sheng named him "Wuzhen". Maybe he saw through his nature when he was in his early 10 years old and reminded him at all times with his name:

Remember why we monks practice and don’t be blinded by the utilitarianism of the world.

Lu Wuzhen was in the wind and rain, and after a long silence, he looked at the big bald donkey next to him:

"It is difficult to sit in the supervisory position, and two people supervise each other may indeed be more beneficial to the people."

Monk Wuxin's white beard and white eyebrows were far inferior to Lu Wuzhen's fairy's style. He stopped the rosary and said earnestly:

"Wuzhen, your heart of Tao has collapsed."

Lu Wuzhen alone ruled the great sects and schools of thought, and was proud of all his life. As a result, the great sect king who was protected was destroyed by his family. If he could still do his own things, it would not be called a heart of Tao, or a stubbornness.

"I may have realized it after breaking it and then establishing it. I told you this, but I just don't want to fight against the Tao and Buddha, and it will cause trouble to the country. Maybe you can let it go?"

Monk Wuxin looked at the palace in front of him, and his tone was calm:

"Build a new three hundred Zen temple in the Central Plains, and take Sikong back to Dakan and let Wei Manzi enter the Central Plains. I believe you have realized it. The four of us join forces, and no evil spirit dares to do it."

Lu Wuzhen shook his head: "Your idea is unrealistic. You only have one acre of three-quarters of land under your feet. If I eat one more bite, you have to eat one less bite. A hundred families coexist, and everyone will not be full, and as a result, there will only be internal strife."

Monk Wuxin sighed softly:

"It's better than eating enough for you and me to starve to death by starving a hundred schools of thought."

The two were silent.

After all, this world is a gu altar. There are more wolves and fewer meat. The masters of the sect can see through anything, but the interests of the sect are not good.

Even if Lu Wuzhen suddenly realized and gave up the benefits of the Danding Sect, he would not get the harmonious coexistence of a hundred schools, but the Danding Sect's sect elected new heads and asked him to go back to the mountain to retire.

This is the same as Emperor Dagan ceded to several states in the Northern Zhou, Xirong and Lingnan with a prosperous country and strong people in order to achieve peaceful coexistence.

If the people and ministers can make this crazy person become emperor for another second, they are disrespectful to the word "emperor".

And while the Buddha in the Great Hallway was still competing for their own interests, he was in the bedroom.

Emperor Gan was lying on the sickbed, his face was sick and pale, and he no longer had the majesty of the past. He was just an old man who was about to die.

On his deathbed, Emperor Gan was full of pleated hands, holding his first wife's right hand, and said with anger:

"I'm sorry for you. Speaking of which, it was because of my passionateness back then and I had ideas about the throne, which led to the present.

"If I were an incompetent person, your father would not have the idea of ​​following the dragon; if there were capable people, they should be pre-aware before the second brother took action.

"But I am not very talented. I have been walking on thin ice for twenty years and have not been able to find a stable couple. The couple ended up now. I have no choice..."

Queen He has taken off her phoenix crown and dressed like a simple palace maid. Her cheeks are ten years older, but there is no hatred and sadness in her eyes, but she just smiles to comfort her:

"Your Majesty has done all the best for the poor and humble couple. Your Majesty has done his best. The disaster caused by my He family should not make Your Majesty blame himself for regret."

"hehe……"

Emperor Gan's eyes were dissipated, his laughter was as hoarse as he breathed, and his eyes looked at the dark window:

"I have come to an end in my life. Although I have a great sin, my great deeds are still in my hands and I have reached the peak of my prosperity.

"Now I don't ask for anything else, I just want God to let the people of the world be happy for another thirty years, and don't fall to Jinghuan's hands.

"The people are suffering, and the people are suffering, but the world is suffering, and more people are suffering. God does not bless me, Zhao, should always be sympathetic to the tens of millions of people.

"What a pity, God doesn't care..."

The voice of speech became smaller and smaller, and the pupils gradually dissipated.

Queen He's eyes were red, she stood up and lay in front of her, leaned on her shoulder, and said softly:

"God doesn't care about you, I care.

"Let the affairs of future generations be left to the future generations to worry about. I will follow wherever you go, just like when you were a prince."

"Huh~..."

Emperor Gan's eyes moved, slowly closed his eyes, and patted his wife's shoulder with the last strength...

...

On the day when the 99th reaches the sun, the heavens shed tears.

When the emperor died, Empress He was sleeping in front of the bed with poison.

The 30,000 bells that summoned the emperor to die and rang out from the bell and drum tower.

It was raining heavily in Luojing, and countless people fell into silence, and there was almost no noise between the streets and alleys.

Emperor Cao Foer announced his will, and Crown Prince Zhao Jinghuan was the one who was mourned for twenty-seven days, and performed the ceremony of ascension to the throne.

The postman left Beijing with an edict and rushed along the road of 800 miles, sending the news to the royal family, prefectures, counties and counties.

The Dan King, who was far away in Danzhou, burst into tears when he heard the news, and the princess cried.

Zhao Ling and Zhao De of the capital also restrained his playfulness and changed into mourning clothes and remained silent.

Until night.

After the prince Zhao Jinghuan finished his business, he returned to the study. He no longer had the intelligence and aura in his past, and he became a little confused.

In just half a month, all of their parents, grandfather, cousins ​​and other relatives died!

Even if he is about to ascend the throne, how can he feel at all happy?

Zhao Jinghuan sat down behind the desk, and in front of him was a recent memorial. He had been reviewing memorials in the East Palace for many years, and recently he was in charge of the country. These things are not unfamiliar to him.

But at this moment I couldn't calm down.

Cao Foer grew up with Emperor Gan, and was more sad than everyone else, but he was still fulfilling his responsibilities.

Seeing that the prince was absent-minded, Cao Fo'er held a small wooden box and placed it on the desk:

"Your Highness is mourning. This is what the Empress left for Your Highness, and you can see it."

Zhao Jinghuan's eyes moved. When he opened the small wooden box, he could see that there were toys such as wood carved tigers, whistles, cricket jars and other toys.

He remembered everything, he was so playful when he was young that his father accepted it, and he had never seen it again. There was a letter in the box.

When you open the letter paper, you can see that it is dense, all of which are very familiar and beautiful handwriting:

Jinghuan, when you see this letter, your mother has left...

Don’t be sad about spring and autumn. There are always new people in the world who change old people. It’s just a few days earlier or a few days later. My mother follows your father, and she’s very happy...

Your father is strict because you are the future emperor. He has only you as a son. There is no way, he scolds him openly, and secretly feels more heartbreaking than his mother...

My mother kept all the things your father received for you in private, hoping to return them to you when you are sensible, but you really grow up and become sensible and can't show off...

The purple ting bird, my mother originally wanted to keep it, but your father said you like it too much and can't keep it, so I can only send it away. Don't blame my mother...

Don't hate your father for being ruthless. Mom knows his temperament. He respects your grandfather more than anyone else, but there is nothing he can do...

Your father gave you a good foundation, but it was because my mother didn't take good care of her family and dragged you and your father down...

In the future, you must be a good emperor. Mom knows that you can do a good job, but don’t be too tired. Mom wants you to be safe even more...

...

The letters are very long and plain, but the lines are full of reluctance and concern.

Zhao Jinghuan held the letter paper, his eyes gradually turned red, and even his breathing was trembling slightly.
To be continued...