Chapter 263 She Recites Scriptures and Worships Buddha
The news of Snow Region's return to Jing Kingdom spread like wildfire. Almost in front of thousands of people, the mysterious Lord of Snow Region appeared, and the young man with silver hair and red eyes solemnly handed the jade seal to Emperor Jing.
This sudden change hit almost everyone's head, and as a result, there were only the Three Kingdoms in the world.
Jing State, Yue State, and Southern Xinjiang.
But everyone can see the current situation clearly. The monarchs of Jing and Yue have a deep friendship. Emperor Jing has bestowed too many favors on the people of Yue. The people now have such good relationships that they are like a family. How could they be the first to fight each other?
Then we have no choice but to take over southern Xinjiang first.
The court in Southern Xinjiang was shrouded in dark clouds, and the ministers were either running around in panic or sighing.
"Is there any way to stop Emperor Jing from sending troops?"
"How about provoking a rift between Jing and Yue first and letting the two countries fight each other?"
"Faced with the powerful army of the three kingdoms, how long can Southern Xinjiang survive?"
The ministers' anxious hearts were about to jump out of their throats. The situation changed too quickly. It was all because of Emperor Jing's stupidity that he swallowed up Ze State in one breath.
No one expected that she would pick the hardest bone to gnaw on first, catching Ze State, which was thought to be the safest, off guard. No one expected that she would really take it down in one go. Once Ze State fell, the small countries were even more precarious. Southern Xinjiang wanted to take over the Snow Region, but now, it failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice, and instead pushed the Snow Region to Jing State.
The old minister sighed three times, and each sigh made the overlapping sorrow more intense.
"Your Majesty, we can only rely on the General Assembly now. If we can win, the General Assembly will agree to one of our conditions. Then we can ask the General Assembly to come forward and negotiate with Emperor Jing, and buy as much breathing time as possible."
The King of Southern Xinjiang, who was sitting in the main seat, had pupils of an inorganic silver-gray color. He sat there like a puppet with his soul taken away. He blinked slowly and for a long time, and moths quietly landed on his shoulders.
"Just hand it over to the Yin Yang family to handle it."
It was like a chilly wind blowing across the sand, and the dry voice was extremely unpleasant. The ministers' hearts trembled, their eyes quietly passed over the moth, and then they lowered their heads in fear and stared at the tips of their shoes, as if they were tossed up and down in the sea in a nightmare.
The moth was gray and inconspicuous, like a dead leaf fallen on a person's shoulder. In comparison, the fluorescent flame like a small lantern on Jun Lin's fingertips was much more dazzling.
On this day, the imperial city of Jing State welcomed distinguished guests again, and the ministers and master Wen Suili and his apprentice came together.
Jun Lin should have been overjoyed, but at this moment he just couldn't be happy.
One was doomed to die and had only a few years to live, and the other was facing imminent death and there was basically no way to avoid it. Jun Lin stood in front of the palace gate, holding Gong Qing in her left hand and Wen Suili in her right hand. She had a bitter face and her frown never relaxed.
As time passed, she stood there motionless with the stubborn child, holding their hands stubbornly and refusing to let go.
It was as if once I let go of them, these two people would disappear like a dream.
The two men accompanied her there to bask in the scorching sun. The minister looked at Wen Suili helplessly.
Junior brother listens to you the most, why don’t you say something first?
Wen Suili responded with an equally helpless look.
Do you think she looks like she can listen?
The two of them were in a relaxed state of mind and did not care so much about their own life and death. Instead, they put Jun Lin's life and death first.
It's like Jun Lin himself thinks that being injured is nothing, but he just can't bear to see his senior brothers and master get even a little bit of skin broken.
Now if you say you want to take these two people away from her at once, she won't agree no matter what you say.
Gong Qing and Wen Suili could only hold her hands gently and comfort her silently.
The three Guiguzi were the most stable iron triangle. If the nobles in the past had a high opinion of themselves and only liked Junlin who had the strength to stand shoulder to shoulder with them, now it doesn't matter what Junlin was like, as long as it was her, it would be fine.
Wen Suili is her master and also her brother. Throughout her life, she was either babbling and learning to walk in Song Simiao's arms in the Jing Palace, or wielding swords and drinking cups under the bright moon beside Guiguzi Wen Suili and the ministers.
Guigu is her second home, but her home is almost gone.
Gongqing raised his other hand and pinched her cheek affectionately: "A prophecy is just a prophecy. Isn't there a chance of a change? At worst, I can be your little tail for once. Wherever you go, I will go there. You can watch me right under your nose. But can you rest assured?"
Jun Lin bared his teeth at him fiercely: "Who allowed you to pinch me?"
The ministers laughed in silence. Now you are acting like Emperor Jing and baring your fangs to me again, right?
He took out a red rope from his sleeve. The man lowered his head with his eyelashes slightly covered. He carefully tied it around Jun Lin's wrist and tied the other end around his own wrist. Then he raised his hand and shook it like coaxing a child, and the red string connecting the two of them swayed.
"Are you satisfied?"
Yi An said that she was the only chance, and that she had to let Gong Qing stay with her all the time to have a chance of survival. Jun Lin's fingers curled slightly, and she suppressed her anxiety and pouted: "Satisfied!"
Then he let go of the official and set him free, with a faint smile in his eyes.
Finally I managed to appease the person.
But Wen Suili still held on tightly.
Wen Suili had a terrible headache. Seeing Jun Lin's resolute attitude and not leaving any room for maneuver, he could only soften his tone: "I won't leave under your watch, either?"
Jun Lin's tense facial lines softened slightly.
Wen Suili held her hand and continued, "Look, I look really good. I can live another few decades. Don't let your imagination run wild. Don't you want me to live a hundred years?"
As soon as he heard this, Jun Lin hurriedly said, "Live a long life!"
She, who was always calm and composed, hurriedly took out a gold box from her sleeve.
She handed over a birthday gift: "Open it!"
Wen Suili took it and opened it. His clear eyes froze for a moment, and then turned into a pool of spring water.
There is a longevity lock in the box.
Filigree inlaid red agate longevity locket.
Elegant, noble and extremely beautiful.
Her eyes were as bright as stars: "I went to the temple to ask the monk to bless it. Put it on quickly. I hope my master will live a long life."
Wen Suili's fingertips trembled as he held the longevity lock. His Adam's apple rolled and he said in a hot and hoarse voice, "Okay."
Gongqing raised his eyebrows and teased: "Not mine?"
Jun Lin asked, "Does reciting sutras and worshipping Buddha count? I also copied the 'The Great Vehicle Holy Infinite Life and Determined Light King Tathagata Dharani Sutra' for you."
This even made Gongqing pause, his heartstrings being plucked and aching, he said: "You can remember such a long name, it seems you have put a lot of effort into it."
Jun Lin raised his chin with a bit of arrogance: "That's nothing, I'm going to copy all the other Buddhist scriptures that wish people a long life!"
Gongqing's heart was pounding. The man's eyes were full of affection and love: "So amazing?"
She wanted to put her hands on her hips and said, "Of course!"
Wen Suili held the longevity lock like a treasure, his chest tightly wrapped in the warmth and sweetness.
He and the ministers all knew that Junlin would only occasionally recite a few verses from Buddhist scriptures to them, and she herself did not believe in them at all.
Junlin never recites scriptures or worships Buddha. She says that compared to something as illusory as prayer, the heavy black iron sword in her hand is more real.
What can Buddha give her?
Nothing can be given.
She has earned everything with her own hands.
She believes that only hard work can protect the things she cares about.
But now she is worshipping Buddha.
She recites the scriptures.
She went to the temple to ask the monk to consecrate the longevity lock.
He knelt in front of the desk and copied the Buddhist sutra of longevity over and over again.
She prayed like a repentant to the Buddha whom she had sneered at in the past, praying that he would forgive her past unreasonable sins and forgive her for devoting herself to Buddhism only now.
So Buddha, if you really have a soul, please bless these people and let them live longer and longer.
Emperor Jingdi shattered his pride and knelt before the Buddha statue.
Gongqing and Wen Suili no longer dared to take their own life and death lightly.
They have never been more afraid of death than now.
This time, the two of them took the initiative to hold her hands and were unwilling to let go.