Heart Lamp: “…”
He couldn't understand, a look of astonishment on his face. As the emperor of a country, holding power and prestige unmatched, he actually didn't care about his life at all? Even ordinary people would think twice before exchanging their lives, but he actually agreed so easily? Xin Deng had originally thought that if he showed hesitation, he would find a way to refuse, but who could have imagined that he would agree so easily.
Xindeng opened his mouth and suddenly understood why the owner of the Buddhist beads on the table would do such a stupid thing.
If he encountered something like this, he would probably be helpless.
Xiao Yan ignored the complexities of Xin Deng's thoughts and simply said, "Master, when you say shortened lifespan, does that mean sudden death or premature death? If it's the former, I'll return to the palace and settle other matters..."
In fact, he has been secretly selecting an heir over the years, and has also tested and observed suitable candidates for the throne, and mixed him in with the descendants of the clan members and sent him to the court to gain experience. Although he is still a little immature after a few years, now that all the countries have submitted to him and the Wei Dynasty is strong, it is no problem for him to be a king guarding the city.
Moreover, although he abdicated, he could not let people know that he was dead for the time being, otherwise the countries that had just surrendered would surely become disloyal, and the new emperor would not be able to suppress the people below. He had to find an excuse to withdraw from the court and be able to intimidate others for at least three to five years to prevent the world from falling into chaos and war again.
"Three months," Xiao Yan said, "I'll wait until I've settled everything in the court. I'll come back to find you in three months. By then, I'll have made arrangements and won't let this incident harm you or anyone in Lingyun Temple..."
Seeing that he had already started to arrange his "afterlife", Xin Deng suddenly felt something touched. He was not a Buddha, so how could he not feel any resentment after being forced by the emperor? But his actions now made Xin Deng feel that he was just a person with obsessions. He had hopes and demands, but he would not let his obsessions harm others. Moreover, he had great merits and virtues, even better than Emperor Taizu.
When he is around, the world is at peace.
Xin Deng stopped Xiao Yan who was about to stand up: "Your Majesty, wait a minute."
Xiao Yan looked up at him.
"I just didn't finish what I was saying. If Your Majesty really wants to go, it will cost you ten years of your lifespan, as well as all your merits and luck."
"Merit and luck?"
Xin Deng nodded. "You were born with the star of the emperor, the Broken Army descended from the world. You carry the aura of both chaos and peace. It is not for ordinary people to change your fate. But if Your Majesty is willing to exchange your lifespan and all your imperial luck for it, perhaps your wish can be fulfilled."
After he finished speaking, his voice became more serious.
"Your Majesty, please consider this carefully. Once you begin this, there will be no turning back. You are practically using your own imperial destiny to alter the fate of others. Furthermore, you should understand that once you enter the realm of karma, you can only observe and not intervene. No one will be able to see you, or even know you exist."
"I've done my best, borrowing all your merits and luck, but I can only give you one chance to change your fate. If they don't seize it, everything you've done will be in vain, and your future will be uncertain. Are you still willing to do this?"
Xiao Yan said calmly, "If you want to gain something, you must give up something."
Upon hearing this, Xin Deng looked at him for a moment, knowing that he had made up his mind. He silently chanted "Amitabha": "I understand." He did not try to persuade him further, but simply pushed the blood-stained Buddhist beads on the table in front of Xiao Yan and said: "Your Majesty, please let your heart's blood fall on these beads."
Xiao Yan did as he was told without hesitation. After the bloodstains fell on the Buddhist beads, they merged with the previous bloodstains.
"Your Majesty, wear the Buddhist beads on your wrist. If you feel the opportunity has arrived, just approach and you can touch the external object once. You must remember that you only have one chance. If you miss it, you can't force it."
"This Buddhist bead is a traction object. Once it breaks, you must leave immediately."
When Xiao Yan felt dizzy, he only heard the sound of a wooden fish. Before he could answer, he felt his mind go dark.
Opposite the quiet room, Xindeng took out the Buddhist beads from his wrist, cut his fingertips and let blood drip onto the beads. Light gradually rose, but Xindeng just sat cross-legged on the cushion with his hands clasped together. The sound of chanting like Sanskrit appeared in the quiet room along with the light of the Buddhist beads.
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