the emperor is my uncle

Chapter 7 How Many Dreams Thousands of Times 51 The room with the largest fake in the world is located in the easternmost corner of the temple, and the side door of Puruo Temple is right next to it.A few years ago, I felt itchy in the temple, and wanted to take a walk through the locked side door, but the young monk in the temple told me that the side door leads directly to a dense forest, and those who are not good at it must have nowhere to go. back.

I glanced at the side door that was still locked, and then stepped into the room where my father had stayed for many days.

Facts are enough to prove that it’s not that my heart is not sunny, my father has hidden more secrets than I expected——every autumn in previous years, my father would lead the guards to go hunting.And my mother read a few playbooks while playing cards one year. Unfortunately, she read a few of them, and she deeply felt that the hunting ground was very dangerous, and she might shoot a woman if she was not careful.

In order not to increase the number of migrants in the family, but also to entrust her lovesickness, before my father went hunting every time, she would hand over a yellow handkerchief embroidered by herself, and told my father to tie it to a tree branch in the hunting ground. To represent her heart and fly with my father...

Guess how many I saw in this room?

Oh, my good father, he is really capable!These few yellow handkerchiefs embroidered by my mother are enough to show: not only did he lie last month, but he never hunted anything at all!

I secretly adjusted my breath, what is going on?

On the dusty table, a pile of rice paper has turned yellow, and on the jade pen holder, a stick of dried wolf hair hangs quietly.I approached, picked up a page with writing on it, and looked at it, only to find that my name was written all over it.

Countless "hearts, hearts" dangled in front of my eyes. If I hadn't read my father's notes, I would have thought someone loved me badly, so I sought relief from the Buddha in the temple.

But I didn't want to, turned a few pages, and I was stunned for a moment——"Sacrifice to the Heart and the Heart" Yuanqian Soul Returns to the Sky Mist, laughing day and night, thinking like crazy.

The small grave is resting, and the poor glass of wine is cold.

It seems that the stars are not last night, smiling all over the face, comforting the father's intestines.

When will we get married again, how can we die and be kind to each other.

Looking forward to the battle, tears flow thousands of lines.

When the New Year's Festival returns every autumn, don't panic, feel at ease.

——Fu Changliu My father is Heshun King Fu Changliu. I think this mourning poem can be called the most rare and sincere masterpiece in his life's poetry creation!

But I changed my mind again, no, no matter how different poetry creation is, he can't drag me into the water!A big living person is written in the mourning speech, wouldn't that bring me a lot of bad luck for nothing? !No wonder I have been unlucky in recent years, it turned out that my father was holding me back!

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I ate in silence, without saying a word.

The signature dish of Puruo Temple has already been innovated, and a new partner has been added to stewed cabbage with radish and potatoes: vermicelli.The master cook also gave the new dish a name that embodies the Dharma --- "Stewed in Chaos in the World".It is said that after eating this dish, many benefactors washed away their lead and decided to convert to Buddhism.

After I finished eating, I didn't realize that I wanted to get closer to the Buddha.I was thinking, maybe my roots of wisdom are still not enough, otherwise, how could I not understand why my father wanted to pay homage to me?

As soon as the sunset glowed, I lay down on the clean and simple bed and fell asleep.If the Buddha appears, he must come to study my horoscope, which is entangled with worries and troubles all my life. I am a special case and a typical one, which is rare in a thousand years, I think.

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In a haze, I saw a person approaching me. He was covered in blood, and a long arrow had been pierced into his chest. Under such terror, the person whose expression remained calm and calm was the person who was so unpredictable. Fu Donglou.

"Why do you betray me? I am willing to risk my life to protect you, why do you want to eat my heart?"

"I didn't!" I stretched out my hand to him, but I was startled by the bright red blood on my hand. I noticed that the corners of my lips and chin were sticky and wet. I couldn't bear to wipe my cuff, but it was still full of blood!I just finished eating people's hearts, and it's his heart!

As I kept backing away, I felt that I had committed a lot of crimes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"You said you had no intention of betraying me, what about them?" Fu Donglou looked behind me.

As soon as I looked back, I saw that Jiang Huai and Lian Zheng were also covered in blood. They were holding their beating hearts and handing them to me——I opened my eyes, and there was only a flickering candle in the room, and the table was already wet A piece of candle tears.Perhaps it was my insincerity, the Buddha did not appear, and I slept in the temple, but I still had such a chilling nightmare.

I got up and poured myself a bowl of white water, and after gurgling it down the throat, I just remembered the fishy smell in my dream, uh... it was really too heavy, I always feel dizzy, what if it was in reality Got it!

Fortunately, I slept more easily in the second half of the night. I woke up when the bell of Puruo Temple rang in the morning. After a simple cleaning, I opened the door to go to the host of the morning class for clarification.

Unexpectedly, I saw the side door of the monastery was open, and a young monk was coming in from the outside. I hurriedly stopped him, "Little master, isn't this door closed all year round?"

"The benefactor doesn't know. The host often rescues some injured animals when practicing in the forest. Just now, he released some of the wounded ones back to nature."

Suddenly something flashed through my mind!Could it be that the wounded chickens and rabbits brought back by my father were all shot and hunted in this dense forest?If he really shot and wounded animals, how could he be regarded as a latent mind Buddha!

I pushed the little monk away and ran like in a dense forest, as if I wanted to stand on the ground where my father had stood, to feel his mood and figure out his motives.

The dense forest in winter is almost full of bare tree trunks, which is particularly desolate and desolate. I don’t know how long I have been walking, but when I saw a small lonely grave, I finally solved my doubts—oh, I don’t like to see fakes. But I never expected that the biggest fake in the world is me.

Gently stroking the dust off the tombstone, the powerful word "heart" in the sky was indeed inscribed by my father.My youth is in full bloom, and my beauty is not fading. Now I am really curious. If you are a darling, then who am I?

My throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I felt more and more difficult to breathe.

It turns out that in this world, there is no secret that can be completely hidden, and sin is the same.

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