The north wind howled and the snow flew heavily.

The place chosen by Tanmarajiva to disperse his power was the punishment hall of the Buddhist temple, where he was imprisoned as a child.

All the monks and soldiers in the temple rushed over, long swords drawn, and under the leadership of the new abbot, they surrounded the inner three floors and the outer three floors of the execution hall.

Li Zhongqian frowned: "Why do we need so many people guarding the execution hall?"

The temple master sighed and said, "It was the king who ordered us to come. The last time the king rushed back to the Holy City, he was almost exactly the same as before General Saisang'er went crazy and started a killing spree. If Princess Wen Zhao hadn't arrived, the king wouldn't have been able to hold on until today... If the king also lost control, we would have to trap him in the temple, so the king chose to disperse his power in the torture hall."

Bi Suo said, "Don't worry, Duke Wei. If something like that really happens, these monk soldiers will only trap the king and will not hurt him."

The knife that Pololuzhi left for him had its blade broken in the last battle to defend the holy city. He and Yuanjue were destined to be unable to obey their master's instructions. Regardless of whether Tanmaraka hurt anyone or not, they would never attack him.

The doctors also arrived and were waiting outside the execution hall. The Indian medical officer was still reading through the classics, hoping to find more records about Indian secret methods so that he could find a prescription to relieve the pain.

When General Saisanger went berserk and killed people, all the records in the palace were burned. This time the palace became a ruin. When rebuilding the palace, Yao Ying ordered the craftsmen to search the warehouse for the ancient books in the collection, and invited all the monks and merchants who knew Sanskrit in the city to help the medical officer search for the scriptures that might be useful.

She wanted to go to the torture hall to accompany Tanmarajiva, but he shook his head and asked her to wait outside: "This time is different from the past. It will hurt you."

Yuanjue followed in and stood guard, while Bisu watched Yaoying from outside.

Yaoying had been by Tanmarajiva's side several times before when he dispersed his power, but none of them was as tormenting as this one. As soon as she calmed down, she wanted to rush into the execution hall.

No one else knew, only she knew - in the book, Tanmarajiva's life span had come to an end.

She told herself that if she had saved Li Zhongqian, Xie Manyan, Yang Qian and those loyal, heroic and ambitious young men from noble families, and saved countless people who were displaced and whose lives were worse than death in the chaotic times, then Tanmaragha's fate should have been rewritten long ago.

But something unexpected happened...

Yao Ying was in a state of panic, as if her heart was being grabbed and tormented by invisible hands, as if it were being cut by knives and swords, and her whole body was freezing. She took off the Buddhist beads from her wrist, knelt in the cave, and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures that Tanmaragha had taught her.

He believed these things, so she asked his faith to protect him and help him get through this disaster safely.

The golden Buddha statue stood solemnly and silently, looking down at her without saying a word.

Outside the execution hall, monks gathered in the main hall, chanting prayers. The long corridor in front of the royal temple, the square, and the long street outside the temple were bustling with people. Common people from all over the country knelt in the snow, men, women, old and young kowtowed devoutly, praying for their king. Only those who had to survive in the chaotic world knew how rare it was to have a benevolent monarch who cared about the common people.

In later history books, "turbulent times" were just a few words, but for them, it was the real life of tens of millions of people.

Some of them were dressed in gorgeous clothes, some were in rags, some had red hair and brown eyes, some had black hair and black eyes, and some had snow-white skin and blue eyes. The voices of prayers in different languages ​​kept repeating in the biting cold wind, like small trickles throughout the royal court, crossing over the mountains and ridges, converging into a vast ocean, rushing straight into the sky with an indomitable momentum, shaking the heavens and the earth.

…

Tanmarajiva could not hear the prayers outside the temple.

He used up all his strength, and his muscles were tense. Every inch of his flesh and blood was in pain, as if someone was cutting his flesh with a knife. It was the same torture that the scriptures described as sending him to hell, such as being cut into pieces, fried in oil and burned in fire.

pain.

It hurts a lot.

He was shaking violently from the pain.

The skin is torn, the flesh is torn, the heart and liver are broken, and the pain is so deep that you can see the bones.

It was as if bolts of lightning were striking him from the sky, and his flesh and blood were peeling away layer by layer, revealing his snow-white bones. The pain was so excruciating that it pierced his heart and bones.

From the skin and flesh to the internal organs and bone joints, there is no place that doesn't hurt.

He was clearly feeling the pain in his limbs, but his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, and his soul was being torn out of his bloody body, floating around.

Suddenly, a force pulled him down, deeper and deeper, he was submerged in the boundless darkness and coldness, all kinds of horrific scenes came into view, seven layers of iron city, seven levels of iron net, tens of thousands of miles long and horizontal, the walls on all sides were either red-hot iron walls or cold and shining mountains of knives, iron fire fell like rain, the sinners were turned into ashes, the knife wheel was spinning, the sinners were disemboweled, and their flesh and blood were messy.

Mountains of swords and forests of knives stood there, long swords turned and fell, the hands and feet of the sinners were separated, their flesh and skin were rotten, and tens of thousands of iron arrows were fired at the same time, directly piercing through the bodies of the sinners and nailing them to the hot iron walls. Some sinners cried and tried to escape, but there was an endless sea of ​​fire all around them, the fire was burning fiercely, imprisoning them in the eerie and terrifying Avici Hell.

On the red-hot iron bed, the criminal was shackled and in excruciating pain, with iron nails piercing his chest and back. On the melting wax, the criminal's feet slowly charred and dissolved with the wax, leaving no bones behind.

The Yakshas and Rakshasas hold burning iron pestles, swords and axes, smashing the heads of sinners and piercing their intestines.

There were miserable cries and screams.

This is where he belongs.

Endless pain, endless torture.

Tanmaraka followed the sinners in the darkness. Iron crossbows, snow blades, iron fire, and sword blades fell. The sinners fled in all directions, but he stood still, motionless.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared above his head, and the dispersing smoke dissipated. The broken flesh and blood corpses, the howling sinners, and the surging sea of ​​fire moved further and further away from him.

He was surrounded by brilliant golden light, with a dazzling glow before his eyes.

The water in the Seven Treasures Pond shimmers with glittering precious flowers, golden trees, silver leaves, pearls and other treasures. Palaces and pavilions rise and fall, floating in the air, magnificent and majestic. The Buddha sits on a lotus throne, surrounded by bodhisattvas, listening attentively.

Sky banners and flags are flying all over the sky, colorful clouds are all around, fairy music is floating, mandalas are scattered on the ceiling, and flying celestials are holding flowers in their hands, soaring among them and dancing in the sky.

Solemn, wonderful and pure, it is the world of bliss.

A Bodhisattva wearing a flower crown, holding a long banner in his hand and standing on a precious lotus descended from the sky on a flowing cloud and lightly touched Tanmarag with his fingertips.

"You have walked through the mundane world, seen the Avici Hell, and also seen the Amitabha Buddha's Pure Land. If you join my Buddhist sect, you will be liberated and will jump out of the cycle of reincarnation. There will be no more suffering, only pure bliss."

The sound of Sanskrit chants is deafening and inspiring.

Tanmaraka came to his senses, clasped his hands together, and looked at the beautiful and bright Pure Land world that was looming in the clouds, as if he was thinking about something.

The Bodhisattva's voice roared like thunder, piercing the clouds: "Fool, what else are you worried about?"

Tanmaraka lifted his eyelids, his blue eyes showing neither sadness nor joy.

What's his problem?

The short life flows like water waves, enveloping him.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he saw a cold, dark prison cell. His young self was sitting on a worn-out cushion, reading Buddhist scriptures by the light of a small lamp.

A cold light descended from above. He raised his head, and the silver moonlight was reflected in his eyes.

In this chaotic world, all living beings are suffering. He will do his best to pacify this chaotic world. If I don't go to hell, who will?

The little boy looked up at the bright and pure moon and said solemnly.

He grew up slowly.

Tanmaraj studied Buddhist scriptures and negotiated with the aristocratic families to make the Zhang family relax their control over him. Sudangu endured the torment and practiced martial arts diligently.

When the Northern Rong army was approaching, the noble family abandoned their stalls and fled the city. The monks loyal to the royal family took the opportunity to rescue him from the execution hall.

The night wind was howling. He turned his head on horseback and saw the holy city standing behind him in the night. He heard the desperate cries of the people who had no time to escape. When Wakhan Khan attacked the city, these people would become innocent souls under the hooves of the Northern Rong iron cavalry.

"go back."

He turned his horse around, holding the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said calmly.

The yellow sand was endless. He used his wisdom to defeat the Northern Rong army, which was several times larger than his own. Not only was Wakhan defeated, he almost lost his life. He was so desperate that he ordered a retreat.

He reined in his horse before the battle formation, threw on his monk's robe, and flew forward like a hunter.

The monks, the guards and the common people knelt respectfully at his feet. At that moment, he took back the authority of the king.

Chi Ma was overjoyed. She led her personal soldiers into the Zhang family and captured dozens of people from the family. She took them to the square where the previous queen died and chopped off their heads one by one. She was so bloodthirsty that she even spared no distant relatives of the Zhang family who had nothing to do with the family.

He stopped her and asked her to release the innocent members of the Zhang family who were implicated.

Chima was hysterical, screaming, cursing, and swearing. From then on, whenever she saw him, she would mock him: "You have learned Buddhism, and your heart has become completely cold. There is no worldly emotion in your eyes. You are cold, heartless, and cold-blooded! You are indeed a monk, Luojia, you are destined to be a lonely person in this life!"

The Sultan went to the battlefield to kill the enemies, and the Buddhist family was shocked. He walked among the blood and flowers, his skin was torn and his flesh was torn, walking alone.

He has his own truth in his heart and does not need others' understanding or recognition.

The noble families were unwilling to be suppressed, and they pretended to obey but secretly betrayed the emperor. The court was full of intrigue, the noble families were swayed against each other, and the royal court was worried about internal and external threats. However, the Northern Rong continued to grow stronger, and the Wakhan Khan valued Haidu Aling. Haidu Aling was brave and good at fighting. Although he had little knowledge, he was both civil and military. He dared to use strange strategies to expand the territory for the Northern Rong and made great achievements.

As long as he was alive, Wakhan Khan could not attack the holy city. However, his skills had backfired several times and he was almost exhausted. He had to be carried out by his guards to attend the ceremonies. Haidu Aling was at the peak of his power. Once Haidu Aling succeeded to the position of Khan of Beirong, the royal court would be in danger.

He wanted to lead his troops to attack Beirong before Haidu Aling came to power, weaken Beirong's military strength, and buy the royal court a chance to catch its breath.

The ministers were strongly opposed. They looked down on and were hostile to the tribal cavalry and were unwilling to cooperate with them. He was exhausted and could not organize a major battle in a short period of time.

Not long after, a piece of bad news came. Haidu Aling had many conflicts with the princes. Taking advantage of the relaxation of Wakhan Khan, he led his troops to massacre Wakhan Khan and several of his sons, and was elected as the new Khan.

He sat upright in the Buddhist temple, turning his Buddhist beads, sighed slightly, and left a will.

Haidu Aling became the leader of the Northern Rong. He quickly gathered his forces and raided the royal court.

This time, Haidu Aling will not withdraw his troops easily.

He was already dying and knew that he didn't have much time left, so he ordered Bishuo and others to leave the royal court, while he stayed behind to defend the city to buy more time for the people to evacuate.

One more person running is one more person.

As for him, he had already seen his own end.

Bi Suo cried and wanted to take him away, and he smiled slightly.

"I am the king of the Holy City and the son of Buddha in the royal court."

"Let's go, escort the women and children away. You are the commander of the Guards, and your duty is to protect the people."

Biso burst into tears.

There was not a trace of emotion on his face.

The Northern Rong's iron cavalry was unstoppable, and their siege equipment was even more powerful. Catapults threw huge rocks into the city with a loud bang that shook the sky. Debris fell like heavy rain, and roofs and palaces shattered and collapsed.

He sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, exhausted, relying solely on his willpower to not fall down. He was like a walking corpse, with only his shell left.

Outside the hall, shouts and screams pierced the clouds and split the rocks. The Buddhist beads in the hands were cold and the Buddha statue was majestic and dignified.

He sat upright and slowly closed his eyes.

He is tired.

But he didn't fall.

In the long and cold night, he sat in meditation in the Buddhist temple, and until his death, he was still guarding the holy city.

There is no moment of relaxation when we are born, and we dare not relax even when we die.

There was loud wailing outside the palace.

The monk soldiers followed his instructions and did not announce his death. Haidu Aling was still somewhat afraid of him and did not attack the city rashly. The holy city held out for some time.

But he had not shown up for so many days that Haidu Aling finally discovered something and attacked the holy city.

When the Beirong Iron Cavalry rushed into the Wang Temple, they were shocked when they saw the corpse still sitting in front of the Buddha.

And he, floating in the air, watched his short life flash before his eyes, with an expressionless face.

The voice of the bodhisattva rang in his ears: "Life and death, nirvana, are just like yesterday's dream. Foolish boy, if you follow me, you can get rid of the suffering of the five elements. From now on, the four elements are empty, and you can hear the supreme truth."

Tanmarajiva raised his eyes and looked at the brilliant and magnificent pavilions and palaces in the clouds without saying a word.

The Bodhisattva frowned and glared: "Fool, do you want to fall into the Avici Hell and endure endless torture from now on?"

Tanmaraka looked down at his feet and saw that in the invisible abyss, many sinners were suffering on the iron wall.

The Bodhisattva became more majestic and waved his banners, and suddenly the sky was filled with thunder.

"I am the Bodhisattva who guides you to the afterlife. You fool, why don't you follow me?"

Tanmarajiva closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, his eyes were as cold as snow, without a trace of worldly thoughts, and he followed the Bodhisattva.

…

The wind and clouds were surging beneath his feet, and in the world full of red dust, suddenly a voice came from afar, calling him.

The Bodhisattva who leads the way above his head roared angrily, and banners and flags fluttered in the wind.

The sound coming from the wind was faint and vague, like the flapping of butterfly wings. It could not stir up any ripples in the breeze, but it was calling out firmly and persistently.

"Roga...Roga..."

Tanmarajiva stopped and looked back.

He seemed to have forgotten something.

The beautiful singing, the debate of the Buddha among the bodhisattvas, and the guiding bodhisattvas' full and alluring urging echoed between heaven and earth. That faint voice came over tremblingly and trapped him. He was being pulled, with neither sadness nor joy in his heart.

The voice rang out again, mixed with faint cries, heartbreaking.

"Luo Jia... you promised me, I'll wait for you..."

This voice is very familiar.

In an instant, Tanmarajiva felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Princess, don't cry.

He looked down and saw his wrist, which was tightly wrapped with a red hairband.

He was supposed to walk his life alone, just as the Bodhisattva had shown him, living alone and dying alone.

But there was a person who came to him across thousands of mountains and rivers and accompanied him through all the ups and downs.

He wanted to live and see her happy smiling face every day when he woke up.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept in with a roar. He saw the holy city, half in ruins and half towering. The snow was falling heavily. The Buddhist temple stood in the snow, majestic and solemn. Outside the temple, it was pitch black. The ten-mile-long street, inside and outside the square, were filled with people kneeling. They bowed down in the direction of the royal temple, tears streaming down their faces, and shouting his Dharma name.

"King, come back!"

"King, please don't abandon us!"

"Let's exchange our lives for the king!"

"Let the king come back!"

The mournful cries were blown into pieces by the wind.

Tanmaraka walked through the weeping crowd, through the hall where bells and drums rang and cries of grief were heard, through the guards and monks who were kneeling silently on the steps, through the brightly lit grottoes, and returned to the execution hall where he was imprisoned as a child.

He saw a back.

She fell on the mat, hugging tightly a bloody, cold man, and her tears flowed like rain.

"Luo Jia... I'll wait for you..."

She lowered her head, resting her forehead against his, and called out to him again and again.

Tears fell from her eyes, but she didn't cry out loud. She said softly and tenderly, "Luo Jia, I'll wait for you."

Tanmarajavaji felt a sharp pain in his heart.

All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and lightning.

Life is like morning dew, so once you miss her, it will be gone forever. He must hold on to this life and live well.

If the mind suddenly becomes enlightened, it will see the true nature of the mind.

Suddenly, the wind flags rustled in the sky.

The illusion in the clouds turned into dust in an instant, and the wonderful sound of Sanskrit chanting faded away like the tide.

A distant voice echoed in the air, majestic and overwhelming.

"All things are impermanent, this is the law of birth and death. After birth and death, tranquility is bliss... One death is one life, endless rebirth is the law of birth and death. First destroy and then establish, put to death and then be reborn..."

The sound gradually drifted away.

Tanmarajiva could no longer hear what was said next. All that was left in his eyes was the tearful face. He raised his hand and gently brushed away a tear that was flickering between his curled eyelashes.

"Don't cry."

She should smile more often. He likes to see her smile.

Yao Ying was stunned.

Warm breath fell on her face, cold fingers stroked her cheeks, she raised her eyes, and a cool kiss fell on her eyes filled with tears and red bloodshot.

She stood still, meeting his eyes.

He looked at her, the corners of his lips slightly raised, raised his hand to hold her neck, and rested his forehead against hers, "Ming Yue Nu, I'm back."

Yaoying couldn't believe it and stared at him blankly.

The next moment, she woke up as if from a dream, tears welled up in her eyes, and she threw herself into his arms, trembling, and hugged him tightly.

"You lied to me!"

She finally burst into tears.

Tanmarajiva hugged Yaoying tightly, bent down to kiss the top of her head, kissed the center of her eyebrows, kissed the tip of her nose, and finally, held her lips and pried open her teeth.

Lips and tongues intertwined, breath blending.

She was trembling all over, and he was covered in blood. The two of them were entangled tightly together, hugging each other, and fell on the mat, wishing they could rub each other into their bodies.

Swallowing, sucking, sweeping every corner, passing through her sweetness, until her ears were ringing and she could not bear it anymore, he let go of her soft and sweet lips and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The sound of footsteps rose.

Li Zhongqian, Bisha and Yuanjue heard the voices inside and rushed into the execution hall. They were stunned when they saw Tanmarajiva awake.

After a while, they reacted, they were ecstatic, chanting Buddhist mantras and trembling with excitement.

"Quick! Ask a doctor to come over!"

Several famous doctors rushed over and were also dumbfounded when they saw Tanmarajiva, unable to believe it.

Yuan Jue wiped his tears while pushing them forward, urging them: "Look quickly, Wang has woken up!"

The doctors came to their senses, rushed to Tanmarajiva, tremblingly felt his pulse, lifted his robe, and looked at the bleeding wounds on his body.

Yao Ying stepped back to let Mundadeva step forward, but her hand was suddenly grasped tightly and a force pulled her back.

Tanmaraka grabbed her hand, without wiping the blood off his face, his eyes dark, "Don't go anywhere, just stay with me."

Yao Ying's heart was filled with joy that was about to overflow, and she sat beside him without moving.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

Tanmaraka asked.

Several doctors looked at each other and said, "Wang, you have been in a coma for two days and two nights."

…

The day before yesterday, when Tanmarajiva was dispersing his energy, his muscles suddenly swelled up, his true energy surged, and his blood and energy rolled back and forth. He was bleeding from several places on his body. Yuanjue was shocked and hurriedly called for help. Bisa and the monk soldiers rushed over and wanted to help him disperse the energy, but before they could get close, they were injured by the true energy and fell to the ground vomiting blood.

Bi Suo's skin was torn and her flesh was torn, but she still forced herself to move inside. Yao Ying heard the sound and rushed in.

Tanmaraka raised his head and scanned her with his emerald eyes.

The next moment, he started bleeding from all seven orifices and never opened his eyes again.

Several doctors took turns to feel his pulse and confirmed again and again, and they all felt that he was only hanging on to his last breath, and that no medicine could cure him and he could die at any time.

There was a loud cry outside the palace.

As he had instructed before, everyone left, leaving only Yao Ying to stay by his side and accompany him through his final moments.

Li Zhongqian was afraid that Yaoying would be too sad, so he wanted to take her to rest, but she refused to leave. She stayed by his side almost without eating or drinking, and without sleeping, feeding him medicine and wiping his body. He couldn't eat anything, so she pried open his lips and fed the medicine into his mouth one mouthful at a time.

No one expected that Tanmaragha could actually wake up.

…

Tanmarajiva looked at Yaoying.

She bit her lip and listened nervously to what the doctors said. Her eyes were red and swollen, the tip of her nose was also red, and she looked haggard, with her tears still wet.

For the past two days, she has been watching over him like this, calling his name.

He made her worry.

He pulled her and kissed her tired eyes.

The doctors lowered their heads. Bisa was all smiles, but Yuanjue blushed and turned away.

Only Li Zhongqian sneered and rolled his eyes. He thought that Tanmarajiva was doomed to die, and even arranged the carriages and manpower for returning to Gaochang.

"How is it? Has your pulse changed?"

Yao Ying gently pushed Tanmaragha away and asked the doctor with a nervous look on her face.

The doctor frowned, exchanged glances with the others, and said, "Wang's pulse remains unchanged... It is still weak before and after the dispersal of the power. Logically, Wang's pulse should return to normal after the dispersal of the power..."

Yao Ying asked hurriedly: "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

The doctor shook his head, his expression solemn: "We have never seen such a pulse. When Wang dispersed his energy, his seven orifices bled. It should be because his body could not withstand the energy and the blood flowed backwards. However, Wang woke up after sleeping for two days. It is really unbelievable..."

Bi Suo frowned and said, "If he returns to normal, the king will not wake up. Since the king can wake up, it means it is a good thing."

Some nodded, while others still looked worried.

Yaoying's heart began to lift again.

Tanmarajiva remained silent. He turned his wrist and swung out a palm wind. Bishuo staggered and took a big step back.

Everyone was stunned for a moment and exclaimed in surprise.

Bi Suo widened his eyes.

Tanmarajiva’s power is still there!

The doctors looked at each other in bewilderment.

It is impossible for Tanmarajiva to have any internal energy left after he dispersed his power. This time, there was such a big commotion when he dispersed his power, and even his seven orifices were bleeding. His power should have been completely useless. How could he have forced Bishuo back with just one palm?

Yuan Juemin's face turned pale and he trembled: "Did the dispersal of the power fail? Do I have to disperse it again?"

The king's seven limbs have bled. If it happens again, how can the king bear it?

Tanmaraka shook his head and looked at Monda Deva: "I feel that my blood vessels are unobstructed. I don't need to suppress my blood and qi all the time. I don't need to disperse my energy for the time being."

Mundadeva probed several acupuncture points on his body and nodded.

A light flashed in the doctor's eyes: "Could it be that the king accidentally found a way to truly suppress the technique?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces were filled with surprise.

"I heard that when the king returned to the Holy City, he was ruthless and had no desires, just like General Saisang'er before he went crazy." Monda Deva said slowly, "Perhaps, the king was indeed almost crazy at that time. If he was not careful, he would have died. But the king took a lot of elixirs and managed to control himself. He survived the catastrophe, and his will was strong. He endured for so many days. The elixirs and blood vessels in his body were connected, which happened to be able to truly control the skills."

The doctors had different expressions on their faces and stepped aside to discuss in a low voice.

"Wang has been practicing martial arts since he was young. He can endure what ordinary people cannot endure. It is very likely that he has mastered the martial arts without realizing it. In the end, the martial arts are out of control. It is a disaster of death, but also a chance of life."

"We can't draw a conclusion yet, let's wait and see."

"No matter what, the fact that Wang has regained consciousness is a sign of improvement."

They all spoke in Sanskrit, which Yaoying could not understand. She looked at them anxiously, her face tense and her heart in turmoil.

The back of the hand is slightly warm.

Tanmaraka lowered his head and held her hand.

"Don't worry, I'm much better, really."

He smiled slightly, "I didn't lie to you."

From the moment he kissed her in front of the city gate, he told himself again and again that he must survive.

Yaoying felt heartbroken when she thought of how he had been dying over the past two days. She held him gently in her arms and listened to his steady, strong heartbeat.

She thought he was really leaving and would never speak to her again.

Although the doctor still did not come to any conclusion, the news that Tanmarajika had awakened spread. Everyone was shocked and confused, but their sadness turned into joy. The people outside the royal temple chanted Buddhist mantras and kowtowed to thank the gods and Buddhas for blessing their king.

Yuanjue went to prepare hot water and new clothes, while Li Zhongqian and Bisu led the doctor out.

Only Yao Ying and Tanmarajiva were left in the execution hall.

"Are you really okay?"

Yaoying held Tanmaragha in her arms, staring at him with her red and swollen eyes without blinking.

Tanmaraka's heart trembled along with her eyelashes, "Really."

He felt much better.

Yao Ying buried her face in his chest and continued to listen to his heartbeat.

Slowly, calmly, beating back and forth.

He lowered his head, hugged her tightly, put his fingers into her hair and kissed her hair.

The cell was where he grew up, and he was all alone at that time. Now she was by his side, and this was also where he began his new life.

The dim candlelight gently enveloped the two of them as they snuggled up to each other quietly.

…

The monk soldiers retreated, and the doctors took the patient's pulse again, then retreated to the outside to discuss heatedly.

Master Titus thought for a while, then asked for an audience, holding a half-roll of torn scriptures.

These scriptures were originally burned after the death of General Saisanger, and there were no copies. This time, the palace was completely destroyed. When the craftsmen were repairing the tunnel, they accidentally found that the walls of the Buddha niche were covered with layers of wall painting. After digging up the murals, they found hundreds of undestroyed scriptures, including this half-volume of the incomplete scripture praising the deeds of General Saisanger. Mundadeva and several others had read this scripture, but did not find any useful records.

Tanmarajiva had washed and was bandaging his wound.

Master Tiduo opened the scripture and said, "Your Majesty, I have heard that before General Saisang'er passed away, he recited a scripture, 'Life and death are over, and nirvana is joy.' At that time, the abbot thought that General Saisang'er was determined to die because of the death of his family, so he recited this scripture before committing suicide. These days, the monks have read a large number of sealed books at the instruction of Princess Wen Zhao, and this sentence is also found in the palm leaf scripture that records the exercises."

He let out a long sigh.

"King, you have survived a life-or-death crisis, so you must have some insights."

Tanmarajya remembered what he had realized in his dream and nodded: "I did realize something in my dream. I will be reborn after I have put myself in a desperate situation. One death is another life."

Only by enduring one death-defying crisis after another can one gain a glimmer of hope for survival.

Master Titus was stunned for a long while, seeming to be crying and laughing at the same time.

It is very likely that General Saisang'er broke through the limits of the technique before his death, but he had lost his family at the time and accidentally killed innocent people, so he had no intention of comprehending it and ended his life. Afterwards, all the records were burned, and no one in the world could comprehend the technique anymore.

They forced General Saisang'er to death and almost killed the king.

"The Buddha is compassionate. This scroll is not a Buddhist scripture, but an inner strength method that can control the martial arts. You can study it accordingly. In the future, you will be able to turn adversity into fortune and no longer have to worry about being harmed by the martial arts."

Master Titus bowed to Tanmaraka, left a scripture, and walked out step by step, leaning on his staff.

…

By some strange coincidence, they found the true inner strength method, and everyone was ecstatic.

Yao Ying asked someone to send the scriptures to the monks to copy them to avoid loss.

Tanmaraka raised his lips slightly and said, "No need, I have memorized it all."

Yao Ying said: "Then we have to make a few more copies."

After saying this, she carefully looked at his facial expression. She had just been discussing his injuries with Mundadeva.

Tanmaraka held her in his arms and said, "Have you seen the queen's crown?"

Yao Ying was startled, then smiled and shook her head: "No."

She has been so frightened these days that she has no mood to look at those things.

"Take a good look at it." His voice came from above, as cold as ever but with a hint of smile. "If you don't like it, ask the craftsman to modify it."

Yao Ying smiled: "Can it be changed at will?"

Tanmaraka nodded: "As long as you like, my bride will be you."

Yaoying hugged him, hearing his pounding heartbeat and his gentle voice in her ears. His soft kisses fell on the top of her head, and her heart was filled with tenderness and a spring river flowing.

Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable pain in my chest, and a sweet and fishy feeling came up.

Yao Ying was startled, screamed, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

An ominous feeling filled my whole body.

Tanmarajiva was stunned, and a warm and wet feeling spread in his chest.

He bowed his head.

Yao Ying's face was pale, her whole body was trembling, and her lips were stained red with blood.

"Ming Yue Nu!"

He, who remained calm even when the sky was falling, heard his own voice almost out of tune.

Yaoying trembled continuously, and the life force gradually disappeared from her body.

The color drained from Tanmarajiva's face and he hugged her tightly.

There were footsteps at the door and Li Zhongqian rushed in.

"What happened?"

He rushed to the futon, horrified, and pried open Tanmaraka's hands, "Ming Yue Nu!"

Yao Ying felt an unusual pain in her heart and her whole body was in pain. She struggled to open her eyes and her gaze swept across the faces of Tanmarajiva and Li Zhongqian.

"Luo Jia... Brother..."

She wanted to warn them, to tell them not to be afraid, maybe just like before, she would be fine after a good sleep...

A deep fatigue came over me.

This time it was much more painful and intense than the previous ones.

"...It's okay, it will be fine in a few days..."

Her lips trembled and she slowly closed her eyes.

The hand that was tightly clenched on Tanmarajiva's sleeve dropped down weakly.

"Ming Yue Nu!"

Li Zhongqian shouted.

Tanmaraka's silk thread did not move. The night wind blew into the execution hall through the fence, freezing cold. He was covered in blood, like an Asura.

The night was dark and the snow fell silently.

The author has something to say: The descriptions in the illusion refer to and quote the descriptions of hell in Buddhist scriptures. Terms such as the seven-layered iron city, seven layers of iron nets, copper snakes, fire dogs, volcanoes, etc. are all quoted from Buddhist scriptures.

The description of Paradise is the same as above.

The whole sentence of "birth and death" is also a quote from Buddhist verses.

Guiding Bodhisattva: The Bodhisattva who guides the deceased to rebirth should be a product of the fusion of domestic Chinese beliefs. The flag used during the funeral is the guiding flag, and this article uses it.

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I have to update less these two days, sorry. Thank you for your concern. I live in the countryside now. Except for the power outage due to heavy rain, I can't go out. Life is fine. When Hubei lifted the blockade and express delivery resumed, I stocked up a lot of food. During this period of time, I can't go out, so I slowly consume dry food~

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To reiterate: it is definitely a happy ending.