This time, Hua Rong's conscious time outside the world has increased again.
[Ah! Boss! I saw the Heavenly Dao! I really want to eat it!]
Hua Rong watched helplessly as the ball of light, almost within her grasp, was extinguished by those words—
It flew away!!
She regretted not crushing it.
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Jingyang Mountain, dozens of miles away from Xuanjing, is bathed in clear blue skies, with the melodious chirping of birds filling the air.
On the bluestone path leading up the mountain, pedestrians come and go, beautiful women with graceful figures and handsome young men with dashing looks, adding a touch of earthly charm to Jingyang Mountain in spring.
Jingyang Temple on Jingyang Mountain is much more lively today than usual.
This is because the previous abbot, Master Guiyuan, passed away a few days ago, leaving behind a human-shaped relic.
Many nobles in Xuanjing received this news and all longed to obtain this relic.
May they bless their own bright future and protect the prosperity of their family.
The newly appointed abbot, Master Qingxin, is a direct disciple of Master Guiyuan. He possesses profound Buddhist knowledge and believes that the relics should be given to those with affinity.
Therefore, all those who felt they had a connection with Buddha came here today.
Behind Jingyang Mountain, there is a cliff, and next to the cliff is a rock as tall as an adult. The surface of the rock has been eroded and polished by wind and clouds, making it appear smooth.
A long, pale hand stroked the three characters on the stone—"Three Lives Stone"—and then a sigh was heard.
"This world, cough cough, is indeed the lower plane you mentioned. This immortal, cough cough, the Three Lives Stone you spoke of, has absolutely no relation to this one, cough cough..."
Hey buddy, you'd better not stand here in the wind.
Hua Rong stood on the edge of the cliff in a gray-blue monk's robe. Her body beneath the robe was emaciated, and the wind blew into her clothes.
It was afraid that a gust of wind would blow her down the cliff.
It's heartbreaking. Even a big shot can have bad luck sometimes.
And so, he became a monk, but he was frail and sickly, the kind who wouldn't live past twenty.
What's even more heartbreaking is that she was a fake female monk.
I'm really afraid that my identity as a big shot will be exposed and I'll be drowned in a pig cage.
As it turns out, they weren't worried about this at all, and even complained that this world was a low-level martial arts world.
*Sobbing*
#What should I do if my invincible boss is dying?#
"Cough cough"
Hua Rong covered her mouth, sighed again as she looked at the Three Lives Stone, and walked into the temple: "Why are you crying? I can still live for five more years."
【Wow! 】
She cried loudly, but received no comfort, which only made her more upset.
#My husband only has five years to live#
"Junior brother, who are you talking to?"
Hua Rong looked over upon hearing the sound and saw Qingxin, her senior brother who had grown up with her, who was also the new abbot of Jingyang Temple.
He wore a bright yellow abbot's robe, his posture was upright, his skin was as white as snow, and he exuded a comforting aura. His eyebrows were gentle, and his eyes were warm.
It's such a pity that someone with such good looks became a monk!
Hua Rong sighed, and she would sigh like this every time she saw her senior brother.
When Hua Rong was conscious, she was an infant being held in Gui Yuan's arms, her origins shrouded in mystery.
Fortunately, he hadn't wasted these fifteen years. He learned some medical skills from Guiyuan and, while he couldn't be called a divine doctor, he was able to practice medicine on his own.
The male protagonist of this world is Qingxin, who is standing in front of you, while the female protagonist is Feng Yaoling, a candidate for the imperial concubine selection who has not yet entered the palace.
Feng Yaoling entered the palace at the age of fifteen and spent ten years in the palace, experiencing several rises and falls, eventually becoming the empress of Emperor Xuanxiao Shen Xu'an, the sixth emperor of the Qin Dynasty.
Ten years of life in the imperial harem had caused Feng Yaoling's feelings for Shen Xu'an to have long since turned from love to despair.
He then fell in love with Master Qingxin, who had taken care of him in every way when he was demoted to the royal temple next to Jingyang Mountain.
Although Master Qingxin never said "I love you," he helped Feng Yaoling on several occasions.
The original owner never had the chance to meet Feng Yaoling; she was probably just a white moonlight in Qingxin's heart.
When she died, Qingxin discovered that she was a woman.
My apologies, my apologies.
After Shen Xu'an's death, Feng Yaoling's son succeeded to the throne, and she was honored as Empress Dowager.
Empress Dowager Feng Yaoling frequently invited Master Qingxin to the palace to discuss Buddhism...
Hua Rong remained expressionless and spoke nonsense with a straight face: "I was talking to my master. The back mountain is a forbidden area. My master never lets me come here when he's around..."
At this point, her voice lowered, and her cough made it sound even more faint: "I was thinking, if I don't listen to him, will he hit me on the head like he used to hit me when I didn't do my morning prayers properly?"
Hua Rong calmly touched his shaved head, then turned and looked down at the cliff, feigning melancholy.
Upon hearing this, Qingxin believed it.
He walked to Hua Rong's side, looked down the cliff with her, and leaned down to say gently, "Junior brother, life and death are predestined, there's no need to be too sad, otherwise Master will be uneasy if he has a spirit in heaven."
He won't be upset at all; the old monk even tricked my boss when he left.
Hua Rong touched the book tucked in front of her chest and silently heard what was on her mind.
Qingxin saw that her junior brother's long eyelashes were drooping and his face, so delicate that no pores could be seen, was very pale.
Those lips, which should have been rosy red, were now only a pale pink, looking sickly.
The intermittent coughing sounded so heartbreaking.
Why should his kind-hearted junior brother suffer such pain?
Is this the "suffering of illness" among the eight sufferings of life as described by the Buddha?
He tenderly patted Hua Rong's head. This was the first time he had done this gesture; in the past, he could only watch his master do it with envy.
"Alright, junior brother, you still have your senior brother."
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