Logically speaking, the Empress Dowager would never have the strength to stand up again, but she didn't know what kind of power was supporting her, allowing her to stand up, and let her step on the slightly hot ancient steps and move forward step by step.

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The monk in front still didn't look back, but his pace slowed down a bit. The gentle force surging in his body pushed out a stronger wind, blowing the stone steps behind him cleaner.

Because of the Empress Dowager's heavy and firm steps, and because of the unimaginable majestic giant Buddha in the yellow sand, Emperor Fengxuan's heart kept beating violently.

Everyone in Tang and Tibet knows that Prajna Temple is behind the Red Scorpion Desert, because there is still an endless sea of ​​sand behind the Red Scorpion Desert, and Prajna Temple never sees outsiders, so except for some ascetic monks who have visited here, almost everyone in the world just listens

I have mentioned Prajna Temple and Prajna Buddha, but almost no one dares to risk the displeasure of the Prajna monks to visit this Buddhist relic.

Feeling the power and brilliance of the Empress Dowager, Emperor Fengxuan understood something. The sad look on his face disappeared, but what he saw in front of him still made his heart beat violently and uncontrollably.

Behind the Prajna Buddha, in the huge canyon in the sea of ​​sand, there are long and narrow mountains like walls, and rocks protruding in the sky like arch bridges.

Temples of unspeakable splendor were built in the sky on this narrow mountain and rocks. Many of the mountain walls and temples were inlaid with gold and carved with runes. Under the sunlight, they actually radiated light that filled the entire canyon.

Soft Buddha light, in the Buddha light, there are actually round futon-like Sanskrit characters, with golden rays of light interspersed through them. In the distance, these vague Sanskrit characters and Zen light are faintly connected to form a sea, covering the sky.

On top of the canyon sand and stones and some weathered ancient temples with only an outline left.

Zen comes to the sea.

Indescribable beauty and solemnity, indescribable majesty and holiness.

For a moment, Emperor Fengxuan's heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

The Queen Mother paused slightly on the edge of the cliff on one side of the canyon, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

…

Under the guidance of the extremely muscular monk in front, Emperor Fengxuan and the Empress Dowager stepped into the canyon and walked on the stone path that flew like flying in the sky.

In the temple, people were chanting sutras, and a tall and peaceful golden Buddha stood there.

There are tassels spreading down from the top of the temple.

On one side of the cliff, there was actually a white torrent gushing out.

On one side of the cliff, there are countless dense caves, which are either empty or filled with Buddha statues.

The monk led the Empress Dowager and Emperor Fengxuan to one of the caves in this glorious Buddhist land that was completely unlike the human world.

The Empress Dowager already felt that her body was dying part by part, but her heart became brighter and happier.

In the doorless cave, there is an old monk with yellow eyebrows sitting cross-legged on the stone floor. Apart from him, there is no one else in the cave.

"The unscrupulous disciple has come to see the Master, come to repent, and ask for the Master's forgiveness." From the first moment she saw the old monk, the Queen Mother's eyes were full of indescribable emotion and excitement. She bowed before this old monk.

In front of the old monk, he kowtowed deeply and saluted.

The old monk with yellow eyebrows looked at the Empress Dowager calmly, and said without any sadness or joy: "What crime is there?"

The Empress Dowager was slightly startled and said calmly: "In the past, my disciple did not listen to Master's teachings and went out of Prajna Temple privately, violating the precepts."

The old monk with yellow eyebrows said calmly: "The precepts are only human decisions. Even gods and Buddhas are only used to give people light, peace of mind, and faith. You make your choice, so what's the crime?

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"Since you are not guilty, how can you forgive me?" Looking at the Empress Dowager indifferently, the old monk with yellow eyebrows continued: "If you are guilty, if what you have done in the past sixty years cannot allow you to enter this Prajna Temple, even if you

When the road ends, how can you enter the temple?"

The Empress Dowager was stunned for a moment, and the faint golden light emitting from her body slowly began to fade away. Her face suddenly showed the joy of great enlightenment, and she bowed down and saluted again, "Master's realm, after all, the disciples will never be able to reach it in this life."

"In my life, I have seen farther than you, and I have figured out more Zen principles than you, but I have done less than you. You sacrificed your life for the world, and you are worthy of a holy name." The old monk with yellow eyebrows looked at the Empress Dowager calmly and said:

"When you come back this time, apart from seeing the Prajna Buddha and Zen Guanglin Hai again, and seeing me for the last time, what else do you want from me?"

The Empress Dowager smiled half-heartedly, and nodded to Emperor Fengxuan, who was also kneeling on the ground: "My son is young, please help me, Master."

"As soon as you enter the world of mortals, you will fall into a sea of ​​boundless misery. If I want you to have no regrets and peace of mind now, it will be extremely difficult. I cannot let others make the decision." The old monk with yellow eyebrows raised his head slightly and glanced at the ancient gold in his hand.

The monk standing at the entrance of the cave with his Zen staff said: "Zhen Vairu, you are willing to take her back to the temple, but are you willing to join the world?"

The monk frowned slightly, with a slight bulge between his brows, but without any hesitation, he clasped his hands together and saluted the old monk and the empress dowager, and said without sadness or joy: "Disciple is willing."

"The ocean of suffering is boundless, but the road leads to the same destination."

The old monk with yellow eyebrows nodded, looked at the empress dowager who was full of joy, but the golden light on her body was completely dim. He glanced at Emperor Fengxuan again and said, "Do you have anything else to tell him?"

Emperor Fengxuan knew that it was the final moment of farewell, so he sat down in front of the Empress Dowager with his head down and choked with tears.

"You almost understand what I should tell you, and you are doing a good job. I am relieved...but there is one thing you need to keep in mind. Yun Qin and I, Tang Zang, are enemies, but some people are noble and noble.

, but worthy of trust." The Empress Dowager rubbed the back of Emperor Fengxuan's tender hand and said: "If you are happy...I will be happy..."

Emperor Fengxuan nodded with tears in his eyes.

He wanted to hear more from his beloved Queen Mother, but the Queen Mother said nothing more. She turned around and walked out of the cave with a blurred gaze.

In front of her is the holy Zen clouds lining the sea, and opposite is the clearly visible Prajna Buddha, as if spreading the compassion of all ages to all directions.

She was full of speculation when she came, but after receiving Master's affirmation, even at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a little proud and complacent in her heart.

In this life, except Dean Zhang, who changed Yun Qin, who can be as wonderful as her?

"This Prajna Buddha and this Zen light on the sea are really spectacular..."

Thinking about the things she had done and the people she had met, the Empress Dowager murmured and lowered her head quietly.

"Mother!"

Emperor Fengxuan knew that this moment had finally come, and could no longer hide his sorrow.

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Several court officials at the forefront of the procession received the news from Prajna Temple. They immediately knelt down in front of Prajna Temple and sadly conveyed: "The Empress Dowager will be buried in heaven!"

"The Empress Dowager will be buried in heaven!"

In the long queue, this voice was conveyed solemnly.

All the entourage wept and began to change into snow-white plain clothes.

Several light cavalrymen began to break away from the team and headed towards the Tangzang Imperial City at high speed.

Holding an ancient gold Zen staff, the monk Zhen Vairu, whose body looked like bronze, appeared behind the Prajna Buddha. Listening to the sound, he placed the ancient gold Zen staff in the yellow sand, clasped his hands together, and spoke slowly:

"The funeral of the Holy Mother Queen Mother."

His voice was not very loud when he blurted it out, but in the endless yellow sand, it spread farther and farther, and the vibration became louder and louder, like a thunder.

The team dressed in plain clothes suddenly shook. The officials and the few riders who had left the news were stunned for a moment. Their faces were full of surprise and reverence. They changed their words and said: "The Holy Mother and the Queen Mother are buried in the sky."

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An extremely heavy iron door slowly opened.

The eyelids of the two hundred Tang and Tibetan heavy cavalry in full military uniforms almost jumped. Given their status, they still didn’t know who was being held in this cell door, but they all knew about the dozen or so prisoners standing behind them at this moment.

What kind of people are the people in the sedan chair? This invisible pressure makes them all extremely nervous.

Who could actually have these dozen or so important people present, so solemnly, as if they were facing a formidable enemy?

After the iron door was opened, the first thing that came out was a smelly and extremely humid air. The faint sound of water inside made these Tang Zang elites able to tell at a glance that it was an extremely gloomy water prison.

There was the sound of water and the sound of iron ropes. After a while, the sound of iron ropes became louder and louder, which meant that the people detained inside were getting closer to the door.

A thicker, unspeakable rancid smell assaulted the nostrils, and all the Tang and Tibetan heavy cavalry present felt a chill in their hearts.

The prisoner inside appeared.

However, what none of them expected was that the man who walked out wearing thick rusty shackles was not a particularly large and ferocious murderer, but a very frail-looking man.

Almost all the clothes on his body were rotten, and the skin on his body was full of sores and rot. There were even many open wounds and some puncture holes that turned white or even black. The only one that was still intact

Only his upper body was visible, and his face was extremely pale as it had not seen the sun for an unknown amount of time.

He is not that old, and it can be seen even if his beard and hair are stuck together.

What made these Tang Zang elites pause in their breathing was that this frail man, who had been imprisoned for who knows how long, showed no trace of anger or ferocity.

He just closed his hands, glanced at the sun, frowned, and took a deep breath. It seemed that the air and sunshine outside were particularly sweet.

Even if a prisoner in a water prison like him has no mental problems, if he dares to look at the sun like him, he may go blind in an instant, but he is safe and sound.

"Did you finally let me out?"

Looking at the Tang Zang elites whose breathing could not help but pause slightly and the dozens of silent sedan chairs, he actually smiled slightly and muttered to himself.

Then he saw some plain cloth wrapped around the bodies of these Tang Tibetan heavy horses, and vaguely heard the joy and sorrow coming from the distance. He frowned again and asked, "Who has passed away?"

"The Holy Mother and the Queen Mother have passed away."

A slightly old and hoarse voice came from a sedan chair.

The man was stunned for a moment, shook his head and sighed, "She is actually dead, and there is one less enemy worthy of respect."
Chapter completed!