It's empty...
Yuan Mo's heart tightened, he turned over and sat up. The Buddhist hall was empty, and there was no trace of the beautiful woman.
Everything that happened last night seemed like a dream. Only the Buddhist beads dropped on the ground reminded him that the beauty had been there.
Feelings of sadness and regret suddenly surged into my heart.
He was so excited last night that he didn't even know her name. He only remembered that gorgeous face and the endless taste.
If he hadn't fallen asleep, could he have stopped her from leaving, or at least tried to stop her before she left.
Thinking back on my actions last night, I felt really absurd. In this Buddhist temple, I...
It's normal that she doesn't want to contaminate herself.
Yuan Mo felt bitter in his heart, and the feeling was even worse than when he was suffering from love syndrome.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the Buddhist temple.
Knock knock knock——
"Master Duanchen, are you awake?" A little monk came hurriedly from outside the door.
The abbot sent him over early this morning and asked him to bring Master Duanchen back to the meditation room.
Master Duanchen's identity is a mystery. Young monks like him only know that Master Duanchen has an extraordinary family background in the mortal world, so they are also particularly respectful to Master Duanchen.
As soon as Master Duanchen arrived, the temple built this Buddhist hall on the top of the mountain. Except for Master Duanchen, no one in the temple was allowed to enter this Buddhist hall.
This shows his identity and status.
Yuan Mo forced himself to suppress the sadness in his heart.
He asked the young monk outside the door: "Is there anything wrong?"
"The abbot asks you to go to the meditation room immediately," the young monk replied respectfully.
Yuan Mo picked up the cassock scattered on the ground, put it on, and then took the blood-stained cushion in his hand.
This is something between them, he must keep it well.
Before Yuan Mo left, he picked up the Buddhist beads that were scattered on the ground last night, put them all in his arms, and then opened the door and left the Buddhist hall.
The little monk looked at the cushion in Yuan Mo's hand. Although he was curious, he didn't dare to ask more questions.
Jiming Temple is halfway up the mountain. After Yuan Mo returned to the temple, he first went to his room, put the cushion away, and then went to the meditation room.
In the Zen room, Master Yideng was beating the wooden fish and chanting the Ksitigarbha Sutra.
In front of him was a long table with a long-burning lamp on it. On the table was a small wooden sign. Upon closer inspection, the words "Yuan Mo" were written on it.
This old man with white hair and long eyebrows is the abbot of Jiming Temple.
After Yuan Mo pushed the door open and walked in, Master Yideng stopped the wooden fish.
"Master," he bowed to Master Yideng.
"Your worldly life is not over yet, so you should go down the mountain," Master Yideng said bluntly.
Yuan Mo pursed his lips and said nothing.
Master Yideng said with compassion: "His Royal Highness entered our Buddhist sect due to emotional distress. Now the destined person has appeared and his emotional distress has been cured. The people of the world need His Royal Highness more than our temple."
After saying this, he stood up and extinguished the eternal lamp on the table.
"This lamp has grown from weak to strong since last night. Please ask Your Highness to come down the mountain," Master Yideng knelt down.
At this time, he was no longer Yuan Mo's master.
Yuan Mo helped Master Yideng up: "Master, please stand up quickly."
"The current situation is unstable, I hope His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will return to secular life as soon as possible," Yideng warned.
If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's destined person does not appear, he can only rely on the Ksitigarbha Sutra and Buddhism to suppress his emotional symptoms. He cannot and should not control the troubles of the worldly world.
Now that the destined person has appeared, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can return to secular life immediately!
The current situation is turbulent, with big countries eating up small ones. Although Mingyuan, where they are, is not small, it is not big enough.
The Japanese country on the other side has been eyeing them covetously, wanting to eat their flesh. If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince were in charge of the imperial city, the situation might change.
Yuan Mo naturally understood the current situation. He nodded slightly and finally asked, "Master, that girl left after last night. Will I meet her again?"
"Your fate with her has been entangled for generations. Once you meet, you will be like a fish thirsty for water, and no one can live without the other," Yideng touched his beard, with a joking tone.
Everyone knows that the current crown prince appears gentle but is actually very aloof. Even such a noble man could be captured by a woman.
Yuan Mo's heart moved, and he bowed to Master Yideng: "Thank you for your guidance, Master."
Life after life, entangled, he likes these two words.
That afternoon, Yuan Mo went down the mountain with the Jinyiwei who had hurried to the temple.
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Half a month later, on the grassland.
Jiang Zhili lay dead in the tent, looking at the map carefully in her hand. There were many marks on the map, and it was obvious that she had studied it a lot.
She was originally a tribal princess with a good temper and kind parents. She had no worries about food and drink and lived a very comfortable life.
However, the situation was turbulent, and their tribe would soon be invaded by the Japanese. The original person's parents were killed, and the original person had no choice but to sacrifice herself and become a beautiful plaything of the Japanese.
The original body's tribe was not strong, and the Japanese came prepared. Not only did they set an ambush, they also sneaked into the tent and took the original body hostage, and then swallowed up the tribe.
Since she had come through time, she couldn't let her tribe be trampled upon by the Japanese! And she was already pregnant.
Jiang Zhili put her hand on her lower abdomen. That night, Duoduo told her that she was successfully pregnant and now she just needed to give birth to the baby.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside the tent, accompanied by the angry voice of the Wolf Lord.
"The Mingyuan Kingdom is simply wishful thinking! How could a princess from my tribe marry their bald prince? It's like a toad wanting to eat swan meat!"
The Wolf Lord tore the letter in his hand into pieces, and then stomped on it twice, still not satisfied.
The Wolf Lord is the original body's father.
"Calm down. Although the Crown Prince of Mingyuan is ill, the purpose of his letter may not be to covet our baby. He must be asking for an alliance," Khatun placed his hand on the Wolf Lord's chest to calm him down.
Khatun is the original body's mother, and also means the chief's wife.
The Wolf Lord naturally thought of this, but he still felt angry.
The daughter that I raised with great effort was actually proposed to by that sick man. He really overestimated his own abilities!
Khatun naturally understood what the Wolf Lord was thinking. She pulled the Wolf Lord into the main tent and whispered comforting words to him.
When Jiang Zhili in the tent heard this, her eyes lit up and she turned over and sat up.
The Wolf Lord's tent was right next to hers.
She hurried out of her tent and came to the Wolf Lord's tent.
"Wolf Lord, Khatun, my daughter is going to marry Mingyuan!" Jiang Zhili's eyes were bright, she looked straight at the mighty Wolf Lord and the beautiful Khatun.
The Wolf Lord's mood, which had just been calmed down by Khatun, was suddenly lifted up again.
He stood up suddenly and said, "No! Prince Mingyuan is a cripple! You are my daughter, how can you marry a cripple!"
{Poof!} Duoduo laughed out loud.
Jiang Zhili: "..."
Very good, Yuan Mo went from being a sick prince to a disabled prince.
[The disabled prince: I am a wife-forgetting stone...]
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