We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 165 is about the demon of forgetting the mind, and also the Buddha of forgetting the mind.
Early in the morning, several officials from the Zhou Dynasty arrived at the entrance of Baideng Temple on Zhaokong Mountain.

Upon seeing the people from the Zhou Dynasty court, the young novice monk guarding the temple entrance hurriedly went inside to inform his abbot.

Not long after, Abbot Huiming of Baideng Temple entered, clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect, and said, "This old monk greets you all. I apologize for not being able to welcome you properly."

Minister of Rites Yan Zhen hurriedly returned the greeting with his subordinates: "Master Huiming, you are too kind. It is we who have troubled your temple. How could we let you apologize?"

Yan Zhen glanced into the temple and asked, "I wonder if Master Wangxin is available today?"

Huiming smiled and said, "Since it has already been arranged with you all, then I will naturally make time for you. Please follow me, everyone."

"That's troublesome." Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully followed Huiming into the temple.

To the Zhou court, Master Huiming was not only a Golden Core cultivator, but more importantly, he was also a disciple of the abbot of Kongnian Temple, the foremost Buddhist temple in the Western Regions.

Even if his cultivation level was not up to par among the abbot's many disciples, his extraordinary status surpassed that of countless others.

Huiming led everyone to the main hall of Baideng Temple.

The first thing everyone saw was a young girl in a monk's robe kneeling on a prayer mat.

The girl sat upright, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall, just reaching her slender waist.

A ray of morning sunlight shone into the main hall, falling on the golden Buddha statue and framing the edge of the young girl's monk's robe.

A young girl is reciting Buddhist scriptures in front of a Buddha statue.

The Buddha looked down at her.

This scene was like a painting, utterly sacred.

Yan Zhen and the others even subconsciously slowed their breathing, afraid of disturbing the girl.

Beside the girl, a round monster with wings, resembling a glutinous rice ball, appeared to be sleeping.

"Senior sister, Minister Yan of the Ministry of Rites of Zhou has arrived."

Huiming clasped his hands together and said to the girl.

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes slowly opened.

The girl stood up from the futon, turned around, put her hands together, and bowed to everyone: "Wangxin greets all the esteemed lords."

"I have met Master Wangxin."

Yan Zhen realized what was happening and quickly returned the greeting.

When everyone saw the girl's appearance, they were all stunned.

Beneath the girl's long, curled eyelashes, her pair of clear, black eyes were like agate, and her fair skin was flawless, like silk made from snow.

Beneath her pert, delicate nose, her cherry lips, thin and pale pink, seemed to hold the entirety of autumn's beauty with a gentle purse.

The girl was extremely beautiful, yet she was not someone who could inspire evil thoughts.

It was as if she would feel guilty and ashamed if she had even the slightest bad thought. That sense of purity was fully embodied in this woman, and she could not be tainted in the slightest.

However, Yan Zhen and the others looked into her eyes for less than a breath before subconsciously looking away, as if her eyes could see through everything.

He had no way of hiding his thoughts from the girl.

"His Majesty's wedding ceremony is only thirty days away. According to the rites and laws of our Great Zhou, we need to trouble Master Wangxin to go to the Altar of Heaven in the capital to recite scriptures for one hour every day starting today. Also, after His Majesty's wedding in thirty days, there are some wedding matters that may require your understanding."

Yan Zhen spoke politely.

Wang Xin nodded: "This humble monk understands. Please lead the way."

"Master Wangxin, please." Yan Zhen quickly stepped aside to make way, gesturing for him to enter. After leaving the temple, Wangxin boarded the carriage alone.

Yan Zhen and other officials rode in a separate carriage, which, according to Zhou etiquette, was a very high level of hospitality given to Wang Xin.

Upon arriving at the altar of Heaven, Yan Zhen respectfully explained the Zhou state's etiquette to Wang Xin.

For example, when to recite which scriptures and for how long.

What should be done in the ten days leading up to the wedding ceremony?

What should be done on the day of the wedding ceremony, and so on.

Wang Xin naturally remembered everything Yan Zhen said.

“Then we will not trouble Master Wangxin.” Yan Zhen put his hands together in a gesture of respect. “Every day at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), a carriage will go to Baideng Temple to receive you, Master. After you finish chanting the sutras, we will send someone to take you back.”

“Okay.” Wangxin nodded, turned around, faced the altar, knelt on the prayer mat, and prepared to chant scriptures.

Yan Zhen and the others did not dare to disturb them further, so they bowed and left.

"Lord Yan, is this Master Wangxin the legendary Holy Maiden Miaolian?" asked Wang Qi, the Vice Minister of Rites, glancing back twice.

An official named Zhou Lu on the other side also said, "I've heard that this Holy Maiden Miaolian is born with a seven-aperture exquisite mind, able to perceive a person's joys and sorrows, and even sense what others are truly thinking."

Wang Qi gasped, "I don't think I meant anything rude just now, did I?"

"I don't know if you have it or not, but I have great respect for Master Wangxin." Zhou Lu smiled. "However, I've heard that a thousand years ago, this Master Wangxin was involved with a holy son of a demonic sect in the Western Regions."

"Alright, alright." Yan Zhen waved his hand, interrupting the other party. "It is truly rare for Master Wangxin to be able to pray for His Majesty. It is a blessing for our Zhou Kingdom. You must not gossip about others behind their backs. From now on, those responsible for receiving Master Wangxin should all be daughters of court officials to avoid any impoliteness. Do you understand?"

"It's an adult."

Yan Zhen straightened his sleeves and looked towards the palace: "His Majesty's wedding ceremony is of utmost importance, and there can be absolutely no mistakes!"

In the Western Regions, at Kongnian Temple.

Inside the temple, an old monk was sweeping the courtyard with a broom.

"Master." Huijue walked to the old monk's side and bowed.

"Hmm." Abbot Xujing of Kongnian Temple nodded. "Any news from Wangxin?"

"Reporting to Master, my junior sister wrote to me this time saying that she will no longer believe you, saying that you always lie to people," Huijue said truthfully.

"Hehehe, it seems that after lying to her three or four times, this little one has become quite clever." Xu Jing smiled. "If she doesn't want to come back, so be it. Let's wait. When she wants to come back, she will."

"Besides my junior sister, the sect leader of the Myriad Paths Sect is also looking for her senior brother. I've heard that the Myriad Paths Sect has made some progress."

Recalling everything that happened a thousand years ago, Huijue couldn't help but sigh.

"If possible, this disciple still does not wish for Wangxin to find him; he is Wangxin's demon."

Xu Jing shook her head: "To Wang Xin, he is indeed a demon, but Hui Jue, is he really just Wang Xin's demon?"

Huijue frowned.

Xu Jing straightened up, gripped the broom in both hands, and looked into the distance:

"Him."

It is the demon of forgetting the heart.

He is also a Buddha who has forgotten his own mind.

(End of this chapter)