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Master Yuan Zhen said with great admiration: "Junior Brother Qingyuan has sent a message to Hongyuan to go to Qi to save the people from disaster."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Fengming and Nie Wushuang couldn't help but look at each other in shock, as well as the chamberlain standing waiting beside them. It was winter now, the dripping water turned into ice, and Gu Qinghong ordered the walls to be fortified and the fields to be cleared. Along the way, not only did they have to avoid the ferocious wolf-like Qin army, but they also had no food to eat, no clothes to cover themselves, and even their own lives could not be saved in the troubled times. Among the four countries, except for the remote Mobei Kingdom in the Western Region, Qin, Qi, and Ying, only the Ying Kingdom was stable and peaceful, and the people were prosperous. Everyone wanted to be in the Ying Kingdom, so why did he want to go to the Qi Kingdom?

While everyone was in shock and doubt, the door to the announcement room opened and Qingyuan slowly walked in. Still wearing coarse cloth clothes and homemade hemp shoes. In the freezing cold winter, my clothes were thin and my hemp shoes were never worn with thick socks. His face was dark and no longer as fair as Nie Wushuang had seen that day. Only his brows and eyes remained clear and calm, like a saint.

He first looked around the announcement room, and when he saw clearly that the people sitting in the seats were not Yuan Zhen but Xiao Fengming and Nie Wushuang, he couldn't help but be startled, but he quickly stood calmly.

Seeing how thin he was, Xiao Fengming sighed: "Master Qingyuan, why do you do this? Isn't Donglin Temple good? Why go to Qi State?"

Qingyuan clasped his hands together, his eyes as clear as spring water: "It's not that Donglin Temple is bad, it's that Buddha needs disciples to save the people and save all living beings. Feng"

"Master Qingyuan really has a good heart." Xiao Fengming praised and said no more.

Nie Wushuang glanced at Qingyuan for a few times, but he had some concerns in his heart. Next, it was Qingyuan who told allusions from Buddhist scriptures. His voice was clear and clear, and he had his own unique opinions. He didn't feel bored listening to it. By the time he finished speaking, it happened to be the emperor's lunch time. Xiao Fengming was very impressed by what Qingyuan was about to do, so he stayed with him to have dinner with him. A table full of beautifully cooked vegetarian dishes, Qingyuan looked at his nose, his nose and his heart, without being moved. Nie Wushuang saw that Qingyuan Xi didn't eat much and knew that he was practicing hard. He felt headache and helpless towards him.

When lunch is over, Qingyuan retreats. Nie Wushuang then bowed to Xiao Fengming and said: "Your Majesty, Master Qingyuan is going to Qi State. I would like to ask him to go on an expedition with my elder brother's team after the spring. This can also save his life."

Xiao Fengming thought for a while: "That's fine. If Master Qingyuan encounters an accident outside, wouldn't it be that we have lost such a Buddhist talent in vain?"

At that time, there was no one else in the announcement room, only the faint sandalwood was burning in the incense burner. Elegant and pleasant. Just as Nie Wushuang was about to retreat, Xiao Fengming had already held her hand. Nie Wushuang's heart trembled, and it took a long time to look up at Xiao Fengming, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon. His expression was peaceful, and there was an inquiry in his pure black eyes that she couldn't understand. She no longer had to worry about his thoughts, but why? , he didn’t look happy at this time?

"Your Majesty, please have a good rest. I leave." She left suddenly and left the announcement room without looking at the look on his face. I could vaguely hear his faint sigh coming from inside. After arriving outside the door, Nie Wushuang felt that his groggy mind had become clearer. A palace maid had already come forward to put on a cloak and wooden clogs for her.

Nie Wushuang was about to step down the steps when she looked up and saw Qingyuan standing not far away, looking at her calmly. The palace people didn't know his identity, so they naturally didn't dare to drive him away easily. Nie Wushuang gathered up his fox fur cloak, took the palace maid's hand and slowly walked down the steps to him.

"Master." She clasped her hands together. She couldn't understand Qingyuan's choice, but she still admired his intention: not everyone can give up the bright future they are about to have and rush to another dangerous future.

Qingyuan clasped his hands in return and sighed with clear eyes: "Last time we said goodbye in the palace, Donor Nie really asked the young monk a very good question."

Nie Wushuang recalled the "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" that was designed to frame her and Qingyuan. The person who designed it had been killed by her, but what about him? Are we leaving Buddhism and fighting?

"Does Master have any excuse?" Nie Wushuang slowly walked forward, asking in a loud voice as he walked. She still remembered his stubbornness, which wanted to change her stubbornness toward good.

"There is no excuse. So the monk left." Qingyuan followed her and spoke calmly.

Nie Wushuang laughed dumbly when he heard this, and turned around to look at his thin but handsome face: "Is this how the master solved it?"

Qingyuan lowered his head and said nothing for a long time before saying: "A young monk cannot use his heart towards the Buddha to deal with his fellow disciples."

Nie Wushuang walked forward slowly. Although Huayan Temple was only located on the outskirts of the capital city and the temple was not big, it still had its own charm with just a few steps. It was the severe winter, and the old plum blossoms in Huayan Temple were all blooming, red and pink, very beautiful. Nie Wushuang walked and praised, as if he didn't hear Qingyuan's words.

She walked under an old plum tree and suddenly turned back: "For this old plum tree, what is good and what is evil?"

Qingyuan thought for a while: "Maybe violent storms are evil, and gentle wind and drizzle are good."

Nie Wushuang shook her head and pointed to a withered branch of the old plum tree: "This thriving branch is a good thing for it, but a branch that is eaten by insects and will harm the entire plum tree next spring is evil. source."

She stretched out her hand, folded it down with a "click", and said calmly: "Donglin Temple is a royal temple, and what you receive is the royal incense, and what you protect is the eternal foundation of the country. If someone like that kind of villain gets his ambition, Master Qingyuan, Do you think your leaving was a good thing or an evil thing?"

When Qingyuan heard this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. After not seeing her for so long, she was as before, her words were so sharp that he was ashamed of herself.

Nie Wushuang saw the miserable look on his face and knew that he must be in a dilemma, otherwise he would not have gone to the point of traveling to practice hard. This is obviously what he is doing

I punish myself with self-exile.

She sighed in her heart and turned around calmly: "I have asked the emperor for a favor. After the beginning of spring, you will set off with the army rushing to help Qi. With my eldest brother here, Master Qingyuan will be safe along the way. worry."

"Master Qingyuan, the future abbot of Donglin Temple will definitely be yours! And when that time comes, remember, you still owe me a favor."

After she said that, she left slowly, the sound of wooden clogs making no haste, but with great determination.

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Continuing to ask for monthly tickets, I talked with the editor about my "Demon Queen" today, so it's even later. Feel sorry.