After Su Bi returned to Beijing, he had come to see Master Hui Ku for a pulse check as usual, but he did not expect to run into Princess Yue Xi again at Lingshan Temple. He looked at Ning Xihua's receding back and could not help but recall the scene when he had just met Master Hui Ku.

"I have observed your fortune and it seems that your destined one has appeared."

Su Bi chuckled, "Oh? When the master talked about this so-called destined person a few years ago, I thought I might not live to see this person appear."

"Amitabha." Master Hui Ku chanted the Buddha's name.

"Your Highness is blessed with good fortune, so it is okay not to listen to the poor monk's nonsense. However, Your Highness is destined to have a disaster. This destined person not only has many ties with Your Highness, but the most important thing is that he can help Your Highness avoid this death disaster."

"But I never put my life in the hands of others, and others have no obligation to save me." Su Bi drank the tea in the cup and said lightly.

He never believed in fate, he only believed in himself.

"No, it's not an obligation, but this person has a connection with Your Highness." Master Hui Ku turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and said in a gentle voice.

Su Bi raised the corner of her mouth and said, "Fate is something unpredictable. I may not live long enough to meet it."

Although she knew clearly that she was doomed, from beginning to end, Su Bi never asked for any information about this destined person.

Master Hui Ku sighed. The Su Bi in front of him seemed to overlap with the figure of the young man a few years ago.

The boy was poisoned at the time, and endured the pain that even adults could not bear. Not only did he not become crazy and shed tears like other people who were poisoned, but he also did not shed a single tear or cry out in pain.

As time went by, the frail boy had grown into a handsome young man, but his proud character had never changed.

"Your Highness is joking. The poison in your body has long been removed, and your life is no longer in danger. However, the poison in this dream is very strong, and the remaining poison is difficult to remove. With proper care in the past few years, your body has recovered to a large extent. You only need to remove the last trace of the remaining poison to recover."

At this point, Master Hui Ku showed an awkward expression, "But this last bit of poison is also the most stubborn. Although I have a method to try, I am missing a medicinal ingredient."

Su Bi was poisoned when she returned to China five years ago. This poison is called sleep drunkenness. In the early stage, the poisoned person will only suffer from imbalance of qi and blood, irritability and anger, but in the later stage, he will have a splitting headache, as if hundreds of ants are eating his brain.

The pain can change a person's temperament, making him bloodthirsty and murderous, and eventually he bleeds to death. However, the poisoned person often cannot endure this inhuman pain before he dies suddenly, and commits suicide.

This poison comes from the royal family of Liu Kingdom. The recipe is extremely secret and the antidote has never been passed down. When Su Bi's life was hanging by a thread, the Bai family brought people to Lingshan Temple.

Everyone knows that Master Hui Ku is a master of Buddhism, but few people know that before he became a monk, he was a famous hermit doctor.

Fortunately, Hui Ku had studied in Ryukyu when he was young and knew a thing or two about the poison. He used every possible means to extract the poison and brought Su Bi back from the brink of death. However, Su Bi was weak at that time and the remaining poison could not be completely removed.

The remaining poison still lingers today, and it occasionally attacks, causing unbearable pain and making people violent and murderous. However, every year when Su Bi comes to see the doctor, she always ignores the attacks of the poison, which makes people admire her mental fortitude.

"What kind of rare treasure is it that even the masters have never found?" Su Bi poured himself another cup of tea, stroking the rim of the cup slowly, and asked calmly.

Master Hui Ku smiled bitterly. Over the years, all the herbs that Su Bi needed to detoxify, no matter how rare they were, as long as he asked, Su Bi and the Bai family's men would deliver them to him. However, the last herbs that were missing were too special.

"The hidden flower is not only rare but also extremely difficult to find. Although this herb is not demanding on the growing environment, it grows too ordinary. When it is not blooming, it is no different from a roadside weed. Even if it grows under your feet, an experienced pharmacist with decades of experience would find it difficult to find it."

Master Hui Ku sighed and continued, "Although it can be identified after it blooms, it looks too similar to wild flowers on the roadside. Most importantly, the flowering period of the hidden flower is uncertain, and it can only be picked when it blooms to preserve its medicinal properties."

"Got it. I'll ask people to keep an eye out for it. Whether or not we can find it, as the master said, depends on God's will."

Su Bi smiled and drank the tea in the cup again. "The tea from Lingshan Temple is still so bitter. Sorry to bother you, Master."

When Su Bi came to his senses, Ning Xihua's back had disappeared. He thought of the destined person mentioned by Master Hui Ku, shook his head, turned around and left the temple.

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Here, Ning Xihua arrived at Master Hui Ku's meditation room and found that Master Hui Ku was already sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard waiting for her.

Different from what Ning Xihua had thought before, Master Hui Ku had neither the standard features of a hermit with silver beard and white eyebrows, nor the kind-hearted temperament of a great Buddhist master. Instead, he had an ordinary appearance that could not be distinguished even in a crowd.

He was wearing a plain, half-worn monk's robe and was sitting there pouring tea by himself. He looked ordinary and did not show any of the qualities of a great monk.

Seeing her coming, Master Hui Ku smiled and motioned for her to sit down, then personally poured her a cup of tea.

"This is old tea that was planted in the hills behind the temple last year. Spring has just arrived this year, so we have to wait a while before we can pick the new tea. Don't be disgusted by it, donor."

Ning Xihua picked up the teacup and took a sip, instantly smelling the fragrance of tea.

"Master Huiku, you are too polite. Your tea is mellow and sweet after it goes down your throat. If you taste it carefully, you will find that it is slightly bitter. It is very unique."

Master Huiku twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, said the Buddha's name, and said with a smile: "The donor has deep wisdom and is destined to be my Buddha."

Ning Xihua was still wondering, how could just politely complimenting the other person's tea bring him into contact with Buddha?

"Many people can taste the sweetness of this tea, but only a few can taste its bitterness. In the past ten years, except for the donor I just met, it was you who told me that this tea was bitter."

Ning Xihua was still wondering, could the other donor she just met be that person?

"Donor, is it Donor Ning who asked you to come and look for the poor monk?"

Speaking of this, Ning Xihua remembered the important matter that the old man had told him to do.

"It's been cold recently, and my father's old illness has relapsed, making his legs and feet inconvenient, so he asked me to come and visit the master."

Although she said this, Ning Xihua was complaining in her heart, what is the inconvenience of legs and feet? It was probably just laziness. Thanks to her for finding such a decent excuse for the old man, otherwise how could she tell others about it.

Master Hui Ku didn't care much, his eyes seemed to see through the world, "He asked you to come, probably because he wanted me to see if the donor has fulfilled the fate I predicted that year."

Ning Xihua was confused, "What fortune-telling?"

"Two souls in one body, a gift from heaven and destiny." Master Hui Ku took a sip of tea leisurely, but said something shocking.

!!! Ning Xihua exclaimed in her heart! There is such a thing? The old man actually held back and didn't say it? No wonder when she hinted that she was not the original owner, the old man was shocked and disappointed, but he accepted the fact so quickly without asking her.

Although the original owner has passed away, she can indeed be regarded as a dual soul in one body. I don't know if Master Hui Ku knows about her transmigrating into a book.

"Master, do you think it is possible to change a predetermined fate?" Ning Xihua asked tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Master Hui Ku turned to look at her. His eyes were calm, but at this moment they revealed the insight that only a wise man could have.

"Amitābha, everything depends on fate. The donor can just do what he wants."