The system seemed to have crashed. It stopped broadcasting and continued to "beep" for a long time before the mechanical sound came again, with human disbelief and shock:

“H-How…how did you do that?”

By this calculation, the favorability points gained from this world are more than those gained from running through eight or nine worlds!!!

Wen Yu blinked and didn't answer it. Instead, she asked, "How about it? Can you show me your sincerity?"

The system was silent for a long time, and the fluorescent ball floating in the air flickered, as if it was making a decision.

Wen Yu supported her chin and lowered her eyes to hide the cold light in her eyes.

If I don’t kill you, I won’t be named Wen.

At this time, Dameigong, Sanbujiu finally recovered his strength and woke up, but his face was still very pale.

He tremblingly took out a pill from somewhere, put it in his mouth and swallowed it. Then his face looked a little better.

For the entire night, no one dared to touch the silver needle on Wen Yu's head.

Seeing that he was awake, Luo Han immediately asked, "You are awake? But the princess is not awake yet."

Sanbujiu glanced at the sky and frowned: "Not awake? This shouldn't be the case..."

As he spoke, he walked to the bedside and saw that Wen Yu was still unconscious. He pressed his fingertips on her wrist again, closed her eyes and took her pulse, then pulled open Wen Yu's eyelids to check.

"It's strange. After the acupuncture, the princess' pulse has become gentle and stable. There is no problem. She should be awake now."

Upon hearing this, Luo Han also felt Wen Yu's pulse and knew that what he said about not saving her was true.

San Bu Jiu said: "I did save the princess, but for some reason she still hasn't woken up. Let me study it carefully."

Everyone guarding the hall fell silent.

Only the emperor gradually clenched his palms, suddenly realized something, and a flash of cruelty appeared in his eyes.

"Since the miracle doctor said that the royal sister is in good health, she must have been attacked by evil spirits. Someone, go to Yingguo Temple and invite Master Mingjing."

Yingguo Temple, deep in the bamboo forest.

Next to the small lake that is as clear as a mirror, there is a lotus platform with a stone base, and next to the lotus platform there is a Bodhi tree with dense branches and leaves.

Under the Bodhi tree, on the lotus platform, a monk was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The monk was wearing a white robe embroidered with gold edges. He was gently plucking a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. The sound of the beads colliding was particularly clear in the extremely quiet bamboo forest.

The wind blew through the Bodhi tree, and a Bodhi leaf slowly fell onto the lake. The mirror-like calm surface of the lake suddenly began to ripple.

The corners of his upturned eyes moved, and he finally opened his eyes.

A murmur sounded on his lips, with a sigh of seeing through everything, as if he had expected it: "It still happened."

Sitting beside his legs was a monk in a red robe, who was the abbot of Yingguo Temple.

"Mingjing, if you give up your worldly desire to save the princess, all your years of practice will be wasted. You must start all over again."

Mingjing stopped fiddling with the Buddhist beads, "A heart of worldly desire? The princess is attracted by that heart of worldly desire, how can she give it up?"

The host was shocked when he heard this: "What?! Mingjing, what are you going to do? Are you going to give up your Buddha heart? I absolutely don't agree! You are the only enlightened monk with a Buddha heart in the past hundred years..."

Ming Jing put his hands together and said, "Is it better to save everyone in one lifetime than to save only one person in one lifetime? Abbot, have you understood this?"

The abbot held the Buddhist beads and said nothing more.

He looked at Ming Jing's back as she left, stretched out his hand to stroke the lotus platform, and sighed:

"The body is the bodhi tree, the mind is the mirror."

"A bright mirror is inherently pure, where does dust come from?"

The host stared at the bodhi leaves on the lake, then turned and left, leaving behind only a leisurely sentence:

"There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand."

"There is nothing in the first place, so where can dust gather?"

…

Mingjing returned to the Zen temple and meditated quietly, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

The Buddhist beads in his hand turned very quickly, and he chanted sutras. After a long time, he said, "You are a mortal heart, and you have suffered so much. How can I sacrifice you again?"

Bajie said angrily, "Let me out!"

The mirror remained unmoved.

Bajie was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Mingjing, you can obviously suppress me, why do you always let me get close to the princess?"

Ming Jing put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this is wrong. I never tried to suppress you. It was you who became greedy. Have you forgotten which Bajie is?"

Bajie didn't buy his trick: "Let me out, I'll go save her. I clearly told her not to go near the water..."

"The power of cause and effect is unstoppable."

Mingjing slowly closed her eyes.

"Mingjing, you are hypocritical. Look at your Buddha heart. How pure is it?"

Mingjing's face was full of compassion, but for some reason, he could not help but recall the memories that he had deliberately sealed away -

"Master Mingjing, I know you are an accomplished monk. I suspect my sister has been invaded by evil spirits, so I have specially asked the monk to exorcise the evil spirits."

"Your Majesty, please don't panic. Please explain in detail."

The emperor carefully described the differences he had discovered.

"After my sister's fever subsided, she seemed like a different person. I can be sure that she is definitely not my sister! But that is indeed my sister's body! I suspect that my sister has been possessed by some wandering ghost!"

When the emperor talked about this, he became angry.

Mingjing looked from a distance at "Wen Yu" who was trying to pursue Lin Yuzhi in the name of a chance encounter.

He said, "Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong. I will take a closer look at it in the evening."

The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, and Ming Jing was sitting in a side hall. His fingertips began to pinch, and then he fell into silence.

In a trance, Mingjing opened his eyes and found himself in a pure white space.

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