That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 1273
The name "Dongdu" has a long history. The earliest origin is that Emperor Taizu of Dazheng changed the name of the "Dadu" established in the Jiangbei area to Dongdu after he was expelled and rebuilt.

The reason for this is because of the great ambition of Emperor Taizu of Dazheng, who wanted to establish unprecedented feats.After he led the army to expel and build, he inherited Dachu Guozuo, and took Zhongdu as the center of the world. "Dadu" was located in the east of Zhongdu, so he changed its name to "Dongdu". He also sent Feng Zhang, Fu Sheng, Lan Cang Hai led an army of 20 troops from Zhongdu to send troops to the grassland, and wanted to change the name of it to "Western Capital" after capturing the Golden Tent Royal Court in the grassland, but in the end, due to climate, road, backup and other reasons, he couldn't do his best. , so there is no western capital in the world, only the eastern capital remains.

When Daqi established the country, Emperor Taizu Gao Xiao Yu renamed the Eastern Capital as the Imperial Capital, which is now the Imperial Capital City.

After the name of Dongdu was discarded, Xiao Jin, the king of Wei, who was enshrined as king and vassal of Wei State, took away the name of Dongdu and renamed the capital of Wei State as Dongdu.

Today's Eastern Capital City can be said to be the most important core of the entire Wei State. There is the Wei Palace, the Wei State's major yamen, the Wei State treasury, and the Wei State's major families.

In addition, the most famous here are the countless temples.

The Kingdom of Wei also has monk inheritance, but it is not in the same line as the Buddhism of the Central Plains. In terms of influence, it is not as good as the Zen of the Central Plains, nor can it be compared with the Tantric Sect of the Grassland, so its reputation is not obvious.

It’s just that the state of Wei lived far away overseas, and was rarely involved in the disputes between China and Earth. Over time, the temples in the territory were rarely destroyed by wars. Over the years, there are as many as 480 large temples that are at the peak of incense. As for the smaller ones Yes, that's even more numerous.Therefore, there is a poem that says: "There are 480 temples in Wei State, how many towers are in the mist and rain."

Among the 480 temples, Jinguang Temple is the most famous. In addition to the fact that several aristocratic patriarchs have become monks here, it is also because there is a three-story Buddhist scripture pavilion in the temple. Just the golden glazed tiles, whenever the sun shines, the whole building is shining with golden light, like the light of Buddha, so it is named Jinguang Temple.

Although there is no misty rain now, but a just right light snow is fluttering and falling, it is not like the majestic momentum of the majestic snow, nor the unpleasantness of the fine snow like salt grains, one point more is thicker, and one point less is thinner , adding a bit of elegance to Jinguang Temple.

Today's Wei State is in turmoil and panic.Ever since the news of Wei King Xiao Jin's defeat came back to Wei State, the Wei State has begun to appear chaotic. However, the officials of Wei State who are in charge of staying behind are still somewhat lucky. After all, there is a sea between Wei State and the Central Plains. Even if the Daqi court wins, it may not be able to cross the East China Sea and make an expedition to Wei.

However, after the news that Xu Beiyou, who personally beheaded the king of Wei Xiao Jin, was named the new king of Wei, the whole country of Wei was in chaos.Because everyone knows that Jianzong has returned to Island 36, and Island 36 is only one step away from Wei State, so Xu Beiyou, the suzerain of Jianzong, will definitely come to Wei State.

Under such circumstances, the huge state of Wei is like a frightened bird.Because the lord of Jianzong will come sooner or later, but it's just a matter of time. Everyone knows that Wei State is like a turtle in a urn, surrounded by the sea, and has nowhere to go. It is a lesson from the past, war cannot be fought.After much deliberation, I can only sit and wait.

The aristocrats of the Wei state who used to be as arrogant as outsiders are facing a catastrophe, and their hearts are in panic, because their foundations and ancestral properties are all here, they can't be discarded, and they can't let go. In the end, there is still nowhere to escape. If you get drunk, you will sing and cry.On the contrary, ordinary people who are not so well-informed, because those who do not know are fearless, are not as desperate as the well-informed dignitaries.

Of course, there are also a small number of nobles who have some relationship with the Central Plains, and began to think about fleeing to the Central Plains by boat, dragging their families with them, just like the scene of the bereaved dogs in the south when they went south. It was created by the famous but never met Great Sword Immortal.

At such a miserable time, naturally no powerful family would like to come to Jinguang Temple to enjoy the snow, so there is only a mother and daughter in Jinguang Temple today.

The two walked in the empty temple, walked through the snow-covered path, passed the plum grove where the flowers and snow were hard to distinguish, passed through the deep bamboo forest, and finally came to the Tibetan scripture pavilion covered with gold.

Looking at the Sutra Pavilion, the daughter asked softly, "Now that Wei State has become a land of right and wrong, why doesn't mother leave, but comes here instead?"

The woman who is already a mother does not look too old, at most thirty years old, standing with her daughter, not so much a mother and daughter, but more like sisters, she sighed: "The world is big, but where is it?" Is it our shelter? We have already been beaten by everyone."

The daughter lowered her head and asked again, "Where's father?"

The woman twirled a handful of white snow from the flowers and leaves beside her, her fingertips were cold, she looked up at the golden scripture pavilion, silent.

The daughter immediately understood that the father probably couldn't count on it.

After a long time, the woman withdrew her gaze and said slowly, "Yun'er, Jianzong has returned to Biyou Island from Jiangdu. Even the Buddhist Qiuyue and Xuanjiao Song Qingying have gone to Biyou Island. Xu Beiyou wants to re-establish Jianzong to fight against Taoism Yes. Yun'er, you are the one who supports your father the most, but you would never have imagined that there are people in the Daoist sect who are still opposing your father, who are obsessed with your father, and even cooperate with the Jianzong inside and outside, and want to unite with outsiders to let your father There is no way to recover, with these people in Xuandu, how can we go back."

This pair of mother and daughter are Murong Xuan and Qi Xianyun. Since the defeat of Jiangnan Zhenmo Temple, the Taoist sect has been extremely dissatisfied with the mother and daughter. He took Qi Xianyun back to the Murong family's ancestral house in Wei State, and lived here all the time.

Qi Xianyun was silent for a long time before asking: "What should we do next?"

Murong Xuan sighed again, "The matter has come to this point, there is nothing we can do. Now we can only hope that your father can stabilize the situation in Xuandu, and then allow the Daoist sect to fully shrink and dormant, so as not to follow in the footsteps of King Wei. Only in this way can we return to Xuandu."

Qi Xianyun said in a low voice: "Mother, father and the Daoist sect are all on the verge of danger."

Murong Xuan couldn't hide the look of worry on her face, "I fully understand what you said, the Taoist sect has been forced to the edge of the cliff by Jianzong, if one wrong step is lost, there is no other way to go, it's difficult ,Disaster."

Qi Xianyun asked cautiously: "Can't we reconcile with Xu Beiyou?"

Murong Xuan laughed and said, "Reconciliation? A thousand years old grievance, a blood feud that killed a master, why does Xu Beiyou want to reconcile with us?"

Qi Xianyun's face was pale and he didn't know what to say.

Just as Murong Xuan was about to speak, she suddenly looked back.

Under the wall of the temple in the distance, at some point stood a young man, dressed in a plain white robe, with a hint of purple lingering between his brows, and a thick hemp-like snow belt around his waist, as if he was wearing a filial piety.

(End of this chapter)