Sweet Noble Heir

"According to historical records, after the young people were taken away, they seemed to be sent away from this city and sent to other places for training by the Lord..." Qi Qingxing slightly wrung his eyebrows and said that there was no sound. He looked at Jiang Wanbai and said, "in fact, this section of history is not right."

"What is missing." Even if she hasn't read the history book, she only hears from Qi Qingxing's mouth that she feels something is wrong.

Is the lack of a section, a relationship between those young people who were forcibly taken away.

Qi Qingxing nodded, obviously agreed with Jiang Wanbai.

"What about the back?" Jiang Wanbai asked, "what's behind it?"

She has not heard about the origin of Daqing temple.

Qi Qingxing continued.

When the whole city was almost flooded with blood, the people who felt as if they were in hell heard the sound of Sanskrit from the distance, and several young monks came slowly in from the gate of the city.

The Sanskrit that people mistakenly think is actually the voice of monks singing and reading Buddhist scriptures.

It seems that the monks came from afar. They were all dusty. When they entered the city, they didn't see the tragic image of the whole city. One of the monks went to a soldier and asked if there were skilled craftsmen in the city. They wanted to build a temple on the mountain not far away from the city.

The soldiers who were questioned had already killed their red eyes, and raised their swords to chop at the monks.

"But when the knife was cut on the monk, a golden light burst out from the monk's body. People on the scene subconsciously closed their eyes and only heard the scream of soldiers. When they opened their eyes, they found that the soldiers who raised their swords to look at the monk had disappeared, and there was a pile of black ash where the soldiers just stood, emitting a faint stench..." Qi Qingxing said slowly.

The more Jiang Wanbai listened, the more strange he became. He heard that the remaining soldiers, ignoring the common people, raised their swords and chopped at several monks. Just like the first soldiers who started to attack the monks, those soldiers who raised their swords yelled and turned into a pile of black ash after a dazzling golden light.

There was a constant howl in the city, for example, when they slaughtered the people, they were still miserable.

But the common people have closed their eyes, forced by the dazzling golden light has been unable to open their eyes.

When Qi Qingxing talks about this, Jiang Wanbai can't help but reach out to signal him to stop first.

"What's the matter?" Qi Qingxing stops, looks as usual toward the river evening White asked.

Jiang Wanbai blinked his eyes and said, "how can you listen to the story in the storybook like green bamboo?"

"That's the story in the storybook." Green bamboo's voice sounded from the outside. As he drove the carriage, he listened to the voice of his childe in the carriage. He listened with great interest and couldn't help thinking that if his son went to the teahouse to tell stories, there would be no empty seats under him.

"What?" Jiang Wanbai's eyes widened, "you take the story in the storybook to deceive me?"

Qi Qingxing's face flashed a trace of embarrassment. He coughed softly and explained: "the cruel and unkind Prince is indeed recorded in historical records. Only the monks in the back enter the city, which is written in the storybook..."

He pauses for a moment, looks a little dark, sighs: "because the history books only record that the common people revolt, and the river of blood in the city is broken. There are monks coming to the city directly to look for craftsmen to build temples. It's just a few words."