"Last time, this humble monk calculated that when Junior Brother Wangchen returns to the capital under the name of King Yi, he will encounter a disaster. If he avoids it, good luck will come; if he avoids it, he will be crippled."
When returning to Beijing?
Emperor Wenyuan thought of the report from the Black Armor Army that the bandits had brought back, about how they had surrounded and killed...
Abbot Wuji clasped his hands together again and said, "Amitabha."
"Your Majesty, this is the fate of His Royal Highness Prince Yi after he returned to his original destiny. Although His Royal Highness Prince Yi has a noble destiny, he is born with a murderous star and is born with evil spirits. That is why the Queen Mother was bumped by him today..."
'Pah!'
Emperor Wenyuan looked extremely unhappy and slapped the imperial table.
“Nonsense!”
"It's not the first time that A'ran has appeared next to the Queen Mother..." Mo Junran didn't really become a monk in the Imperial Temple. It was a common thing for him to appear around them. This old bald donkey was talking nonsense.
Abbot Wuji still clasped his hands together, his face showing a compassionate expression: "Your Majesty, I never speak nonsense."
"Okay."
Emperor Wenyuan took a deep breath and resisted the urge to have him dragged away and beaten to death.
"Go back to your temple."
"Amitabha!"
Abbot Wuji stood up, chanted a Buddhist name, and turned to leave.
"etc!"
Abbot Wuji paused.
"If you dare to leak even a single word of what I said today, I will have your tongue cut off."
Emperor Wenyuan's eyes were cold and stern.
Abbot Wuji smiled and nodded: "Amitabha, I will remember this."
However, as he walked out of the hall, Abbot Wuji paused and turned back to look at Emperor Wenyuan...
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