The Beacon of Kyushu

Early morning, Chongsheng Temple.

The early morning in the temple always seems to be a little more peaceful than the world. Here you can hear neither the noisy cries nor the noisy sounds of carriages and horses, only the loud ringing of bells echoing in the century-old temple.

Chongsheng Temple is divided into five front and back sections, which respectively enshrine Medicine Buddha, the Four Heavenly Kings, Maitreya Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and Buddha Sakyamuni. Between the Guanyin Hall and the Main Hall is a stone prayer pavilion with a towering Bodhi tree planted beside it.

At this moment, a monk was holding a broom and gently sweeping a few fallen leaves on the ground. The morning light shines on the monk, and you can clearly see his weather-beaten face and slightly hunched back. Every time he scanned, he coughed involuntarily, as if the oil was about to run out. No one would have thought that this old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life was only just over thirty years old.

The monk seemed a little tired from sweeping. He slowly straightened up and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his head. He rested for a moment and was about to continue cleaning when he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps behind him. The monk turned around when he heard the sound and saw a young man in yellow clothes running from the aisle next to the Guanyin Hall.

"Brother!" The young man quickly ran to the monk and hugged him. Tears flowed from his eyes uncontrollably. "Brother, why are you sweeping the floor yourself again? You were once the emperor of Dali and the god of Dali. Even if you lose the throne, you can't be so mean to yourself! Otherwise, my heart is really... really..."

Yinkong smiled slightly, caressed his back, and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk was wandering in the temple this morning. He saw that the bodhi tree had lost its leaves again. He had nothing to do, so he came to clean it. He was so tired that he thought that I'm sad."

Duan Siming shook his head vigorously and said: "Brother, you are only in your thirties, how old have you become! If...if you continue like this, I will definitely talk to my cousin and ask him to return the throne to you!"

Yin Kong touched Duan Siming's head and said with a smile: "Haha, Siming, you are acting like a child again. Don't say that it is impossible for Your Majesty to return the throne to the poor monk. Even if he did, the poor monk would not be able to govern the country. How can we defeat him? Although Siming will no longer have to do hard work as a poor monk, thousands of people in Dali will suffer innocently. Isn’t this just adding to the poor monk’s evildoings?

Duan Siming nodded and said: "Brother, you are right. Besides, my cousin is also very good to me. If he really gives up the throne, I'm afraid I will feel sad too."

Yinkong put down his broom and sat on the steps in front of the praying pavilion. He smiled and waved to Duan Siming, "Siming, come and sit. You and I haven't seen each other for many days. If you have anything on your mind, you can talk to the poor monk. Maybe I can give you some insights."

Duan Siming sat next to the monk as instructed and sighed: "Brother, you have been practicing in the temple for a long time. You must not know about Qu Yue's affairs, right?"

Yin Kong frowned slightly, clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha, how long has it been since Qu Yue was at peace? Does Leader Ding intend to become an enemy of Dali? If the two countries really go to war, I don't know how many more crimes will be committed. Sin, sin.”

Duan Siming said: "Brother, what you are talking about is the old almanac. Leader Ding died a long time ago, and the current Emperor Qu Yue has long become his tenth general Li Huan."

Yinkong seemed a little angry and asked: "Siming, when I became a monk, didn't I tell you repeatedly not to participate in political affairs? How come you not only participate in political affairs, but also participate in the political affairs of other countries!"

Duan Siming said with an aggrieved look: "Brother, I have no choice but to do this! I wonder if you still remember that I left Dali for a period of time a few months ago? I was afraid that my eldest brother would be angry, so I didn't dare to tell you clearly. Since we are talking today, At this point, I have no choice but to tell you directly."

Yinkong asked: "Siming, did you go to Quyue during that time?"

Duan Siming said: "Yes, during that time, I was entrusted by a girl to rescue one of the girl's companions on the pretext of going to Qu Yue on behalf of Dali. Therefore, I witnessed everything in Qu Yue's country with my own eyes. "

"A girl?" Yin Kong was slightly surprised and couldn't help asking: "Siming, who is this girl you are talking about? Is she the daughter of Dong Buxie's house?"

Duan Siming shook his head, "No...no."

Yin Kong smiled and nodded, "That must be the daughter of Marquis Yue." Duan Siming shook his head again and said very shyly: "She is not our girl from Dali, but from the Song Dynasty. She... her name is Murong Yunyao ”

"You said her surname is Murong? But she is a descendant of Murong Yanyun, the former Emperor of Yan?" Yin Kong's tone was inexplicably filled with joy and nostalgia, but he immediately shook his head, "Amitabha, the poor monk Riri and Huang Juanqing With the lamp as my companion, I suddenly forgot that the Emperor of Dayan had no descendants. "

"Although she is not a descendant of Murong Yanyun, she is a descendant of Murong Yanzhao, a founding hero of the Song Dynasty. Although Murong Yanzhao's martial arts are not as good as Murong Yanyun's, and his character seems to be questionable, his daughter is really a good girl!" Duan Siming said, and suddenly sighed, "Alas... What a pity... What a pity..."

Yin Kong saw him saying "it's a pity" repeatedly and said in confusion: "Si Ming, this girl you are talking about has already been engaged to someone else? If that is the case, I advise you not to be obsessed with it, otherwise it will be harmful to all three of you. Neither is good.”

Duan Siming shook his head, "She...she probably hasn't gotten engaged yet. It's just that she is too good and my younger brother... really doesn't dare to pursue her."

Yinkong smiled slightly, looked Duan Siming up and down, and said puzzledly: "Siming, no matter your appearance, family background, or status, I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who can be more outstanding than you, right? If you don't Who dares to pursue it?”

Duan Siming blurted out without thinking: "How dare Wan Shaoxia!"

Yin Kong was startled and said: "Master Wan, you mentioned this Master Wan just now. I wonder who he is, but he is better than you?"

Duan Siming said: "He...he is the son of Wan Mengsheng and a friend of Miss Murong."

When Yinkong heard the words, he suddenly understood and said with a smile: "Amitabha, it turns out that in the past, the sons of Wan Daxia were inspected in front of Dayan Hall. No wonder, no wonder."

Duan Siming lowered his head and whispered: "But...but I really like that girl Murong. Not only is she beautiful, but she also has outstanding martial arts skills. The most rare thing is that she has a chivalrous and benevolent heart. Only like A girl like her is worthy of being my princess of Dali.”

Seeing that he was so serious, Yin Kong had to ask: "Siming, what is the appearance of that Wan Shaoxia? Could he be better than you?"

Duan Siming shook his head and said: "He is plain in appearance, much shorter than my younger brother, and he is slovenly. He does not have the chicness and elegance that a young knight should have. Not to mention that he cannot beat my younger brother, I am afraid that he can beat anyone who can." There are only a handful of them.”

Yin Kong said: "Then he must be as rich as anyone in the country?"

When Duan Siming heard this, he couldn't help but "chi" and laughed out loud, "Hahaha, brother, he is a beggar. I'm afraid he doesn't even have a few coins on his body. How can he be rich enough to rival the country?"

Yin Kong said: "Then he must have been childhood sweethearts with Miss Murong. This is a fate that was destined by my Buddha in the previous life. It cannot be forced."

Duan Siming shook his head again and said: "No, although he met Miss Murong earlier than the younger brother, the two did not have much communication at that time. On the contrary, they only became familiar with each other after meeting the younger brother."

Yin Kong clasped his palms together and said with a smile: "Amitabha, this Wan Shaoxia can't beat you in terms of family background, appearance, worth, and karma, but he can get Miss Murong's confidence. But Si Ming, he is better than you in everything. Wan Shaoxia, but you don't even dare to pursue it, this shows that your fate in this life is not enough! If you don't have enough fate, you should not persist, otherwise it will only increase your troubles. "

Duan Siming said: "Brother, do you mean that I should stop liking her and pursue other girls? But what if...but what if God deliberately tests me? If I give up, I will have no chance at all. Is it done?" (End of this chapter)