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Chapter 1062 Out of the Sea of ​​Misery
"And act randomly, who made this king have a worry-free princess!"

Why was he willing to put her in danger?
However, last night, when she touched the scar on his back and burst into tears with heartache, he felt that no matter what she wanted to do in the future, he would let her go.

If she wants to risk herself, he is willing to protect her with his life when the danger comes.

With him around, she won't be harmed in the slightest, everything depends on her happiness.

"Okay, this subordinate will arrange it now."

Steward Zhou agreed, walked a few steps and turned back: "My lord, there was a letter from the prefecture yesterday. The man in the capital became suspicious of the cause of Governor Wu's death and sent people to Xiling Prefecture to investigate the bizarre death of Governor Wu. .”

People from the capital city can't find anything, so don't worry about it.

The only thing he was worried about was that if someone found out that his son had supernatural powers, there would be a lot of twists and turns.

What Ran Niang was worried about was also what he was worried about.

Yin Tian asked Guanshi Zhou: "Who did he send here?"

"It's mostly the strange men around him, but there is one person who is an old acquaintance of the prince."

Yin Tian looked at Guanshi Zhou and motioned him to continue, and then Guanshi said: "My lord, that is Lord Baili's eldest son, Bailiyan..."

"It's him!"

Yin Tian's complexion changed again and again, after a few breaths of silence, he suddenly waved his hand and said: "Go down, the affairs of Huaxing Temple have to be arranged, I don't want Ranniang to make a mistake and lose a strand of hair."

The peach blossoms beside the steps of the bluestone slabs of the mountain temple have withered early. Yeran walked all the way on the bluestone slabs, occasionally seeing small peaches smaller than fingernails sandwiched between the branches and leaves.

If you don't look carefully, it's hard to find the small fruit hidden under the green tree.

As soon as it was time for the college to take a rest, there were more carriages and horses in Huaxing Temple.

Yeran walked up the hill all the way, and at the foot of the mountain, he bumped into many students who came to climb the mountain for fun. It wasn't the first and fifteenth day of the junior high school, but there were not many people offering incense.

So the higher you go, the less crowded you are.

By the time we reached the top of the mountain, the sun had already emerged from the clouds.

Across a courtyard wall, the sound of chanting scriptures and knocking on wooden fish came from the Buddhist temple. The overwhelming Buddhist sound wiped away the irritability of people's hearts, and at this moment made the heart return to tranquility.

However, no one would have imagined that someone would take advantage of this solemn and solemn place where the Buddha is merciful to hide filth.

The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings for human beings: birth is suffering, old age is suffering, illness is suffering, death is suffering, separation from love is suffering, meeting hatred and hatred is suffering, not getting what one wants is suffering, and the five skandhas are blazing.

Yeran stepped into the high threshold of the Buddhist temple, and walked past the monks holding wooden fish on the steps of the corridor, thinking about how many of them can let go of the temptation of the world and devote themselves to practicing Buddhism?
There are thousands of kinds of people in the world, perhaps there are also thousands of kinds of monks in this temple, and there are always those people whose six faculties are not pure.

Otherwise, there would not be the kind of monks that Chuntao mentioned, visiting the Huichun Tower.

When Ye Ran stepped into the main hall, a little novice came out to welcome him: "The benefactor is here to offer incense?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Ye Ran coughed violently, her body was like a weak willow supporting the wind, and trembled a few times: "Recently, I have been suffering from cough and shortness of breath, and I want to seek the blessing of the Bodhisattva, so that I can get rid of the illness as soon as possible..."

When Yeran Chixiang was kneeling on the futon, the little novice at the side was chanting sutras for her, but he looked at her quietly, paying attention to her every move.

The little monk thought that Yeran was praying for himself.

Unbeknownst to her, she knelt in front of the futon, praying that if the Buddha had spirits, she would let the filthy people swallow the bitter fruit, and restore the peace and tranquility of the thousand-year-old Buddhist temple.

(End of this chapter)