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Chapter 265 Don’t want to see him
The abbot had known before that people like Jing Moye seemed domineering and unfeeling, but in fact they were the most affectionate. They were either not affectionate, or once they were affectionate they would last a lifetime.

Feng Shuying's temperament seems soft, but in fact she is stubborn. She is loose-tempered and loves freedom and does not like restraint.

If she didn't love someone deeply, she wouldn't be willing to stay in the back house for that person.

And Jing Moye was burdened with so much that it would not be an easy task for Feng Shuying to be willing to stay with him.

He didn't dare to say these words to Jing Moye before, for fear of being beaten!
But he never thought that the two of them would have such a quarrel during their wedding.

He let out a long sigh and took a deep look at Jing Moye: "You have today too!"

Jing Moye said nothing. When he and Feng Shuying were given the marriage, he had no expectations for the marriage.

The abbot made fun of him at that time, saying that he would be picked on in the future. What did he say at that time?

He said: "The women in this world are either vicious or stupid. How could I be tempted by them?"

Now that the abbot thought about what he said at that time, he felt that it was not an ordinary slap in the face.

Jing Moye looked at the abbot and said nothing.

The abbot sighed again when he saw him and said: "Let me tell the prince first that my ability to summon spirits is not very good."

"So I'm not sure that I can summon her soul, because there may be a lot of variables."

"If she is very reluctant to see you, it might be even more troublesome..."

Jing Moye said softly: "I know, you can do it."

The abbot resignedly took out his belongings and began to summon the spirit of Feng Shuying.

It's just that he worked a lot, but there was no movement at all.

Jing Moye waited nervously and anxiously, and as time passed, only sadness remained in his heart.

The abbot couldn't bear to see him like that, so he summoned Feng Shuying's soul again, but this time there was still no movement at all.

The abbot looked at him and said, "I am not capable enough to summon her soul for her."

Jing Moye clenched his hands into fists, sat next to Feng Shuying, lowered his head and said, "She doesn't want to see me."

The abbot scratched his bald head with a very ugly expression: "That's not entirely true. Maybe my level is too poor."

Jing Moye didn't speak, but his whole body seemed to be trapped in shadows, feeling very sad.

Although the abbot was a little angry with Jing Moye when he came, he couldn't blame him when he saw him like this.

The abbot walked to the bedside and glanced at Feng Shuying. There was no obvious burn on her body. She was lying there like this, very well-behaved.

If her face hadn't been too pale, even the abbot would have thought she had just fallen asleep.

The abbot also knows some fortune-telling skills, but he has never understood the fates of Feng Shuying and Jing Moye.

He couldn't understand Jing Moye's fate, but he could still make it right because Jing Moye's identity was too special.

But he couldn't understand Feng Shuying's fate, and he didn't quite understand why.

She clearly had a short-lived life before, but she lived an excellent life.

Just when he thought she could live for a long time, she died in this accident.

Her fate seems to be changing all the time.

He looked at Jing Moye and wanted to give him some advice, but just as he started to speak, he heard Jing Moye say: "Go out, I want to be alone with Shuying for a while."

When the abbot heard this, he glanced at Feng Shuying again. Looking at Feng Shuying's face now, from the physiognomy point of view, she was not a dead person.

But now she has no pulse and no breath.

This is the look of death.

The abbot felt that what he had learned before was of no use to them.

As he left, he glanced at Jing Moye again, sighed, turned around and walked out.

As soon as he left, the room fell silent. Jing Moye looked at Feng Shuying with red eyes and said, "You must hate me so much that you don't want to see me for the last time."

"I didn't want to let you go before, but it was just because you left. I didn't know how to live my life. I didn't expect..."

When he said this, he felt sad and his tears flowed down uncontrollably.

There were only him and Feng Shuying here, no outsiders, and he no longer needed to suppress his emotions.

When Qin Zhijian saw the abbot coming out, he asked, "How is it?"

The abbot replied: "The poor monk's abilities are limited."

Qin Zhijian let out a long sigh and looked worriedly into the house. He wanted to go in, but was pulled by the abbot and shook his head slightly.

Qin Zhijian's eyes were full of worry, and the abbot said softly: "Let the prince be quiet for a while."

Qin Zhijian said softly: "I'm a little worried about the prince."

The abbot said honestly: "It's useless to worry. You won't be able to help him if you go in. Instead, it will make him even more uncomfortable."

Qin Zhijian: "..."

He knew what the abbot said was right, but he felt uncomfortable that it would not do anything.

He said, "I'll go ask the kitchen to prepare some food."

The abbot nodded: "Prepare some for me, I'm hungry too."

Qin Zhijian nodded lightly.

The abbot let out a long sigh in the direction of the door and said, "Ask what love is in this world, and it only teaches you how to make love between life and death."

After he finished speaking, he sat outside and guarded against letting anyone in.

As he sat there without moving, he realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him.

He opened his spiritual eyes and saw Qiao Ling standing next to him. He was startled: "Why are you here?"

Qiao Ling snorted and said, "Why can't I be here? This is not your home."

The abbot was speechless by her rebuke.

He looked at her for a while and then asked: "Why did your soul become so weak all of a sudden?"

Qiao Ling pursed her lips and said, "I want you to take care of it!"

Abbot: "..."

Every time they met before, she would criticize him.

Forget it, he is an eminent monk, and he is not as knowledgeable as an evil spirit.

Qiao Ling started crying at the side, and the abbot became anxious: "Hey, I'll tell you everything, why are you crying?"

"If you cry like this, others will think I'm bullying you!"

Qiao Ling sniffed and said, "I feel sad, can't I just cry?"

"Jing Moye, the murderer of a thousand swords, killed my young lady. I feel sad."

When the abbot saw her like this, he felt that she was really pitiful. He wanted to hand her a veil, but he remembered that she was an evil spirit. No matter how hard he cried, there would be no tears.

He advised: "The matter has come to this, and there is no use in being sad."

"Besides, if something happens to Master this time, King Chu should be the most saddened."

Qiao Ling said bitterly: "What's the use of him being sad! If he didn't break my lady's legs and take away all her talismans, how could she die?"

The abbot jumped up: "What? Your Majesty also broke Master's legs?"

Qiao Ling nodded, and the abbot rolled up his sleeves and said, "That won't work, I have to go seek justice for Master!"