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Perhaps her money had an effect, or the helplessness in her voice made the two Zhike monks have emotions on their faces. Finally, they looked at each other, and one of them said in a rough voice: "In that case , just wait here until we report to the abbot Zen Master."

After he finished speaking, he glared at Nie Wushuang and went up the mountain himself. At this time, the sky was completely dark, and there was a wind blowing at the foot of the mountain, which made Nie Wushuang shiver. After two days and two nights of running away, she didn't have enough to eat along the way. Even if she had dry food in her mouth, she wouldn't taste it. Worried and panicked, she had reached the limit of her patience here and now.

She slowly hugged her shoulders and found a tree to sit down and rest. It was cold in the mountains. It was early May and the weather in Yingguo had not yet completely warmed up. She sat under the tree and looked at Donglin Temple under the gradually darkening sky, enduring the coldness in the mountains. She is no stranger here. The few times she has been here, the winding journey has been very beautiful. Either to avoid disaster or to worship Buddha, she was so glorious at that time, but she didn't know that one day she would come here in such embarrassment to seek to avoid disaster.

Her mind was so dizzy that she could only huddle under the tree. The Zhike monk who was waiting at the foot of the mountain finally got impatient when his companion didn't come back for a long time, and left in a hurry - at dusk, the temple door must be closed tightly.

Nie Wushuang watched him leave and wanted to call him, but was unable. The wind became stronger, blowing through the vast expanse of pine waves in the mountains, making rustling sounds. She looked blankly, and it seemed that there were countless ghosts hidden in the mountains, ready to choose and devour anyone at any time. Her eyes turned to the thousand steps of the mountain, and the hope in her heart turned into ashes little by little. His eyes were burning, but no tears fell.

It turns out that despair is like this. I can't make a sound, and I no longer have the strength to move forward.

She hugged herself tighter and finally passed out under the tree.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was light in front of her eyes. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyes were heavy and her whole body ached and uncomfortable. I heard a clear Buddha's name in my ears. Her heart suddenly shook, she tried her best to open her eyes, and finally looked at the handsome and peaceful Qingyuan in a ball of light.

He was wearing a blue-gray monk's robe, and the faint scent of sandalwood entered her nose. She looked at him steadily and said hoarsely: "Qingyuan...Zen Master..."

Qingyuan brushed away the messy hair from her face and carefully wiped the dirt on her cheeks. Under the light of the lantern, he was shocked: "The Queen... Feng"

Nie Wushuang stretched out her trembling hand towards him, tears rolling down her eyes: "Save me..."

Warmth came, and Qingyuan held her in his arms. The mountain breeze blew, but it was no longer cold. The warmth on his body clung to her body through the ironing of his clothes. Something fell peacefully in his heart, and the tears did not stop. It rolled down onto his chest obediently.

"Empress..." He looked at her shaking like an autumn leaf in his arms, the peace between her brows completely gone: "How did you get here?"

Nie Wushuang just lay in his arms and cried silently.

A sigh came into her ears: "Mother, I'm sorry!" After he said that, he wrapped her in a loose monk's robe, held her in his arms, turned around and disappeared into the darkness. On the ground, the plain-colored lantern was burning silently. After a while, the wind blew it over, the candle burned, and a red flame suddenly burst into flames. The bright fire seemed to devour everything. …

Her body was ups and downs and she didn't know where to go. The young monk had an endless stream of warm breath, and the faint sandalwood incense added a bit of compassion and peace from the gods and Buddhas. For a moment, she just felt that she was being carried away. Influenced by the Buddha's light, I just wanted to fall asleep like this.

She didn't want to think about how long he had taken her, nor did she want to care about where he would take her. After walking through the long darkness, the sound of wind and wooden fish in my ears finally receded. She heard him pronounce the Buddha's name again, and then a bowl filled with hot water was handed to her lips.

"Mother, take a sip of hot water..." His soft voice sounded like Sanskrit, calm and compassionate.

Nie Wushuang closed her eyes and trembled and drank all the water in the bowl with his hand. She finally took a breath. She opened her eyes and looked at Qingyuan under the lamp. She wanted to say something, but tears fell on his palm. : "Save me...Prince Rui...rebellion..."

She started sobbing, her body shaking so hard that she couldn't stay steady, with the last glimmer of hope in her beautiful eyes: "And I'm pregnant and can't walk anymore... Qingyuan, you must save me, save me, and my child!... …”

This Buddhism, this compassionate Buddhism that she once used and hated, is now her only haven of refuge; the young monk in front of her, the kind monk she once laughed at and disdained, is now her only hope for seeking mercy.

Things in the world are unpredictable, and one cannot help but wonder if there is a hand in the dark that is arranging all this.

Qingyuan's face was filled with compassion, and his palms were warm. He had already held her hand, and a simple Buddhist bead was wrapped around her thin wrist. Nie Wushuang looked down and tears fell more quickly. This is the string of Buddhist beads that she gave to Zhike Monk just now. This was the gift he gave her in return when he took up the post of abbot of Donglin Temple. She kept wearing it on her wrist, but she didn't know that one day she would be able to use it today.

"The Queen, Qingyuan once said that if the Queen is in trouble in the future, Qingyuan will definitely help her." His voice was calm and distant: "What's more, Buddhism is the place of refuge."

Nie Wushuang raised his tearful eyes. In the haze, his handsome and peaceful face was so unclear.

He paused, lowered his eyes, and said with a sigh: "Even if there is no place for the Queen in the world to protect her, this door of Buddhism will always be open for the Queen."

Nie Wushuang trembled, relief and guilt intertwined in her heart. She half-hidden her face and choked with sobs: "Could it be... Did you, Zen Master Qingyuan, see that I was going to be like this?"

She asked sadly: "Am I really wrong?"

Qingyuan looked at her sad face

Rong wiped away her tears and said, "Don't think about it any more. Your Majesty, I'll have a good rest. No one is wrong and no one is suffering. The Lord Buddha knows this."

His words had a magical and reassuring effect. Nie Wushuang gradually stopped crying, fell into his arms, and closed her eyes tiredly. The soft Sanskrit sound sounded in her ears, and the strange tone made her quiet down and finally fell into the boundless love. In a dream.

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