Chapter 313 Back to the Starting Point

The emperor was silent, his brows tightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of Eunuch Liu's words.

"I am just talking nonsense, hoping to relieve the emperor's worries. Your Majesty, please forgive me." He kowtowed in fear and trepidation.

The emperor regained his composure and waved his hand, "Get up, you are more clever than the one in front."

Eunuch Liu smiled awkwardly, as if he didn't understand whether this was a compliment to him or something else.

"Tian'er has been under house arrest for quite some time now. I think he should have realized his mistake. Send someone to inform him and have him attend the court tomorrow."

"Yes." Eunuch Liu took the order and went down to give the instructions.

Just then, the imperial kitchen brought over the "homemade recipe", and Eunuch Liu said, "Give it to me. The emperor is in a bad mood right now, don't offend him."

"Yes, yes, thank you very much, eunuch." The man immediately handed it to Eunuch Liu.

"You all should withdraw as well."

Everyone outside the imperial study was dismissed, and Eunuch Liu entered the imperial study carrying the medicine. He did not hand over the dragon case right away, but carefully tested the poison one by one, and only presented it after making sure there was no problem.

The emperor drank half a bowl and didn't touch anything else. Eunuch Liu immediately took it away.

The maid stepped forward to take it away, but Eunuch Liu said, "It would be a pity to throw away such a good thing. It just so happens that this peony is not growing well, so water it and add some nutrients."

The palace maid didn't dare to say anything. He just picked up the soup bowl and poured it into the roots of a peony on the side.

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At the same time, halfway up the mountain of Xiangjue Temple, a dark shadow was dragging his tired steps up the mountain in a hurry.

"Boss, it seems so." Someone said to the leader Qing'an in secret.

Qing'an made a gesture to keep quiet, squinted his eyes and watched the figure slowly approaching. When he got up to him, he finally saw the man's face clearly in the moonlight and waved his hand immediately.

Several figures flashed out at the same time and surrounded the man.

The man was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Qing'an, his face twitched a few times, then he sighed and smiled bitterly.

"Donor Xiao really took a lot of trouble for Old Na."

Qing'an, "Master Wenyin has taken great pains to avoid my master."

Wen Yin smiled bitterly again.

He was speechless, "Can Lao Na go up the mountain to see my junior brother first before going with you?"

"No need, the abbot is fine."

Wen Yin nodded slightly, without any surprise, but just a little relieved.

From the moment Qing'an appeared, he guessed that the letter his junior brother gave him was probably tampered with by Xiao Yuan. He was suspicious at first, but he was his closest junior brother after all. Even if he knew it was probably a fraud, he couldn't turn a deaf ear to it.

"Master Wen Yin, please come in."

Wen Yin raised her eyes, took a deep look at the top of the mountain, sighed again, turned around and left with Qing An.

After going around in circles, it was all in vain. Wen Yin even felt sad as if he was not really dead!

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On the second morning, Xiao Tian was finally released from the ban and went to court. However, the emperor suddenly fell ill. His illness was so severe that the entire Imperial Hospital was guarding the dragon bed.

On the first day, state affairs were temporarily put on hold, and all ministers and royal family members waited in front of the palace for news.

It was not until the evening that Xiao Yuan returned to the mansion. Qing An was waiting outside the door and reported in a low voice, "Master, Master Wen Yin has been brought back."

Xiao Yuan's frown finally relaxed for a moment. He immediately quickened his pace and walked towards the mansion, asking, "Where is the person?"

"It's in the study courtyard." Qing'an knew that his master would see and hear the sound as soon as he came back, so he directly placed the person in the wing room next to the study.

Wen Yin closed his eyes slightly, a string of Buddhist beads kept turning in his hand, and he chanted "Amitabha". The door was suddenly pushed open, his voice paused, and then returned to normal.

Xiao Yuan frowned and said in a slightly cold voice, "Master Wen Yin, we meet again."

Wen Yin stopped talking at this point. He seemed to let out a long breath, looked up at Xiao Yuan, and sighed again.

It can be seen that he doesn't want to meet Xiao Yuan at all! !

Wen Yin stood up and chanted a Buddhist name.

"It is said that monks do not tell lies. Master Wenyin's Dharma has probably gone beyond the Buddhist path."

Wen Yin smiled bitterly, "Donor Xiao, please stop mocking me."

How could he want to break the rules, but there were so many fellow disciples and nephews in Xiangjue Temple who were often in danger because of him, so he always had to take them into consideration.

Even Qing'an who was standing by could see his helplessness and couldn't help but twitch his lips. He should be thankful that the princess's illness required him, otherwise he would definitely die if he dared to play tricks on his master like this.

Xiao Yuan walked over and sat down in the chair, his tone cold and calm, "You should know why I am looking for you. The survival of Xiangjue Temple is in the hands of the master."

The struggle in the court has become extremely intense and he has no time to waste any more.

Wen Yin's scalp was numb. She clasped her hands together and looked at him sincerely. "Donor Xiao once tried to change his fate against the will of heaven and nearly lost his life. Now this little punishment from heaven is the best outcome for the two donors, isn't it?"

"You must know that everything in this world has its gains and losses. If it were something else, you two donors might not be able to bear it."

Xiao Yuan frowned, so he knew An An's current condition after hearing the sound.

"So, you can change it?"

Wen Yin paused and shook his head helplessly. He said so much, but Xiao Yuan didn't hear a single word he said.

“When Donor Shen saved Donor Xiao, he swore a poisonous oath in front of the Buddha, and Old Na was powerless.”

How could Xiao Yuan possibly believe that in his eyes, Wen Yin was no different from a street swindler.

"What if I insist?"

Those retributions can be avenged on himself, but not on An An.

"It is difficult for anyone to pry into the secrets of heaven. If Mr. Xiao insists on doing this, he should be prepared to go back to square one."

"What's the meaning?"

Xiao Yuan frowned, "Where is the origin you are talking about?"

"Wutong Garden, the afterglow of sunset, on a reclining chair." Xiao Yuan's face turned pale when he heard the voice without any ups and downs.

"When Donor Xiao went crazy and was willing to exchange everything, he should have thought of the result today. Amitabha."

The room fell into a brief silence. After a while, Xiao Yuan suddenly sneered.

"Lost and found, found and lost again, you Buddhists really don't suffer even the slightest loss."

He was willing to give everything in exchange for peace and tranquility.

Afterwards, the two of them overcame all difficulties and worked hand in hand until they finally reached a mutual understanding, but at this moment, the punishment from heaven came.

The former is a painful loss, while the latter is to gain and then lose again, leaving them with worry, fear, and unwillingness, watching helplessly and suffering the heart-wrenching pain.

Which one is more painful? He really couldn't explain it, but he was unwilling, very unwilling. Why couldn't the two of them have a good ending?

He clenched his fists slightly, veins popped out on his forehead, and he seemed to be aware of the sound and turned his Buddhist beads quickly.