The Yanta Plaza, which is a radius of thousands of acres, is covered with flat white stones, and is boundless.

The Yan army came and went, and Chang'an City was much damaged. However, this ancient temple was preserved. I don't know whether it was the occasional kindness of the Yan army generals who occupied Chang'an, or whether the ancient temple was blessed by Buddhism.

At this moment, under the afterglow of the sunset, a monk wearing a brocade Thousand Buddhas' robes was standing at the top of the stone steps in front of the Yan Pagoda, holding scriptures in his hand, and lingeringly teaching Buddhist scriptures to nearly 10,000 believers below. His bright eyes were occasionally lit up with joy.

Bian Xiu had been waiting for many years on this day. The reason why he defected to Li Fuguo was to work hard for Li Heng and Li Chu was that one day he would be appreciated by the emperor and even be granted the imperial title.

He always felt that in the Tang Dynasty, the support of the emperor was definitely a shortcut to Zhongnan. Without the support of the emperor, he could only do nothing for a busy life.

At this point, his thoughts are similar to his master Jian Zhen. The difference is that Jian Zhen chose to leave the Tang Dynasty and find another way, while Bian Xiu chose the opposite path.

He could no longer remember how many things he had done for Li Jingzhong and Li Heng and his son who did against benevolence and righteousness, but fortunately he was close to his goal. Not long ago, the emperor ordered him to preach in Yanta Square for ten days. The emperor did not say much, but according to convention, after preaching, an imperial decree would be given.

Even without those conventions, standing in Yanta Square to preach is a great honor for Bianxiu. Because the Dacien Temple where Yanta Square is located is originally the ancestral home of the Faxiang Sect, as the descendant of the Vinaya Sect, he was unprecedented in his ability to preach here.

Today is the last day of his edict to preach. Not long after noon, he saw the fish holding a wooden box quietly appearing on the edge of the crowd. He knew that the wooden box was the imperial edict he had been looking forward to for many years.

Thinking that his long-cherished wish was about to come true, Bian Xiu couldn't help but be happy, and no matter how much the scriptures were spoken, he wouldn't feel tired.

At this moment, a timid childish voice rang from beside him: "Dad!"

Bian Xiu frowned immediately and thought to himself: Which child is this? Why is he so unaware of the matter?

He calmed down and was about to continue preaching, but the child's voice sounded again: "Dad!" This time, the voice was closer to him.

Dan Xiu stopped explaining and turned his head to find the person who made a sound, but saw a four or five-year-old child pounced straight towards him. Dan Xiu was stunned, and before he could react, the boy hugged his thigh.

"Dad! I've been looking for you for a long time! Mom said you have something big, so I won't let me do it! What's wrong with you?" The boy raised his head and stared at Bian Xiu with round eyes.

The field fell into death in an instant.

"He has a son?" "How can the monk have a son?"... Those believers who were originally full of devout faces suddenly changed their colors, and they whispered and started to discuss.

The small sounds gathered together and turned into a surging sound wave. Bian Xiu felt like a small boat breaking through the wave, and was about to be swallowed up in an instant.

"Child, don't speak nonsense! I don't know you, so don't recognize the wrong person!" Dan Xiuyun took off his internal strength, and a loud voice temporarily suppressed the surrounding discussions.

After hearing his words, the boy was stunned at first, and then cried out with a "wow".

"Dad, you don't want me anymore! Dad, you don't want me anymore!" The boy sat on the ground, cried, and pulled Bian Xiu's clothes tightly with his hands and kicked his feet non-stop.

Seeing this, the people around him were suddenly in anger. Several people still showed suspicion, but most of them cursed: "You monk! You even have children, why are you pretending to be a monk?" "If you have some conscience, you quickly recognized this child. Do you still want to pretend now?"...

Bian Xiu felt a "buzzing" in his mind, and even the scene in front of him was a little blurred.

"This...I...he..." He wanted to argue several times, but was interrupted by gravel, vegetable leaves and other objects thrown by people.

"I am leaving!" Bian Xiu bowed to everyone and turned around and retreated to his residence.

The child was thrown to the spot and naturally cried even harder.

This time, people's anger suddenly reached the sky. The indignant people shouted loudly and chased towards Bian Xiu.

Fortunately, since Bian Xiu was preaching according to the order, there were naturally guards guarding him. Seeing that the guards were coming in a fierce manner, they naturally rushed to meet him and blocked the tide of people.

But the number of guards was really limited, so they could only guard a corner around Bianxiu. So Bianxiu retreated, and the guards also retreated, retreating to the entrance of the courtyard where Bianxiu lived.

Seeing the gate of the courtyard, Bian Xiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer cared about the imperial edict at this time. He just wanted to find a place to calm down and then think about what to do afterwards.

So he reached out and grabbed the handle of the yard gate.

However, the next moment, the faintly hidden gate was knocked open from the inside. A young woman in torn clothes and leaking spring light ran out of the door.

As soon as she saw Bian Xiu, she let out a deafening scream. Then she covered her snow-white chest with both hands and rushed into the crowd in a hurry.

"Save me! Save me!" The woman quickly moved away from Bian Xiu like she was hiding from the demon.

As she left, people's curses became louder. Countless words that were unpleasant to the ears floated into Bian Xiu's ears. The curses were like bronze bells that resounded through his ears. Bian Xiu felt a roar in his mind and a stuffy chest. With a "wow" sound, a mouthful of blood was spewed out.

Then, he leaned to the side, sat on the ground leaning against the door frame, and fainted on the spot.

After a while, Bian Xiu felt a palm grabbing his shoulder and shaking it, and then he opened his eyes quietly.

The sunset had already fallen, and the sky became darker. At some point, the noisy crowd had dispersed and the guards had retreated. At this time, Yu Chaoen was the only one in front of him.

"Master, wake up!" Yu Chaoen smiled at him.

"Mr. Yu, that child and that woman were all arranged by others to frame me! I am dedicated to the Buddha, so I have to make the decision for me!" Bian Xiu said with a pale face.

"I know." Yu Chaoen patted his shoulder and said warmly.

"That's good, that's good..." Bian Xiu got up, smiled with apology on his face, and his eyes unconsciously drifted towards Yu Chaoen's imperial edict.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, take a break, let's set off tomorrow." Yu Chaoen stood up straight and said calmly.

"Departure?" Bian Xiu frowned, "Where to go?"

Yu Chaoen smiled slightly: "Of course I'm going back to my hometown! Master, you are in the capital now, and everyone is calling you to beat me. I dare not stay, right?"

"That imperial edict..." Bian Xiu was a little anxious.

"What imperial edict?" Yu Chaoen said in confusion.

"Master Yu! Didn't you say you believe me?" Bian Xiu was so anxious that he cried.

"I believe in you," Yu Chaoen curled his lips, "But will the people in the world believe it? While His Majesty has not issued an order to blame him, it is better for the master to leave Beijing as soon as possible!" After that, Yu Chaoen shook his sleeves and floated away.

Looking at his departure back, Bian Xiu subconsciously stretched out his hand to try to keep it, but in vain.

In the end, Bian Xiu felt weak all over and knelt on the ground dejectedly...
Chapter completed!