Shen Xu'an watched her earnestly spout nonsense, and his usually cold face twitched a few times.
Seeing that he remained silent, Hua Rong continued in a sorrowful voice, "Your Majesty is the ruler of a nation; you cannot be ungrateful."
Shen Xu'an almost rolled his eyes to the sky. He waved his hand and said coldly, "Master, I'm mistaken. The person who saved me wasn't you."
Hua Rong: "..."
Her lips twitched; how embarrassing!
However, she was thick-skinned enough to say, "Oh, I see. I also remembered it wrong. Amitabha."
"So now I can burn down Jingyang Temple and kill the master's fellow disciples, right?"
"That won't do." Hua Rong shook her head firmly, and finally, having no other choice, pointed to the relic at Shen Xu'an's waist, "Was this relic given to His Majesty by Senior Brother Qingxin?"
Shen Xu'an glanced at the relic hanging from the jade pendant at his waist and nodded. "Indeed."
Whether in dreams or in reality, this relic belongs to him.
In his dream, it was also because of the relics that he valued Jingyang Temple very much.
He remembered that the human form that the relic transformed into resembled him by about 70%.
I fell in love with it at first sight.
“Then Your Majesty should be even less inclined to attack the monks of Jingyang Temple,” Hua Rong said meaningfully.
Shen Xu'an scoffed coldly: "Why?"
Hua Rong took out the medical book from his pocket, turned to the last page, and saw that there were many words on it.
These words appeared when she accidentally wet the paper while sending Tu Zijun back to the Prime Minister's residence.
These words were able to save the lives of all the monks at Jingyang Temple.
Otherwise, she would never have returned to the temple; instead, she would have gone to the palace and stabbed Shen Xu'an to death.
The reason he spoke such eloquent and virtuous words to Prime Minister Tu was to avoid suspicion after killing the emperor.
She wasn't the type to wait for the emperor to change his mind.
She was used to being in control of everything, used to keeping her own life in her own hands.
It wasn't until she discovered these words that she made a last-minute decision to spare Xu An's life and to meet him at Jingyang Temple.
Unaware that he had escaped, Shen Xu'an took the book.
Hua Rong said quietly from the side, "Master said that this relic is equivalent to a life. At critical moments, it can let His Majesty know the doubts in his heart and make His Majesty more clear-headed."
Shen Xu'an gripped the book tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on the relic hanging on the jade pendant, his heart filled with turbulent waves.
He wondered if the dream he had was really because of the relic that Master Guiyuan had transformed into.
“Amitabha,” Hua Rong said. “This humble monk does not understand the meaning of Master’s words. After all, Master has approached the true Buddha, and this humble monk cannot comprehend it.”
"But Master clearly wanted to tell His Majesty not to do anything wrong because of illusions."
Shen Xu'an looked up at him, then said indifferently, "You may leave. I need to be alone with you for a while."
Hua Rong's gaze fell on the medical text, and he said with some reluctance, "This medical text, I don't know where Master obtained it. There are few medical books in the world that can compare with it in terms of prescriptions and descriptions of herbs."
"Furthermore, it has been repaired and supplemented by this humble monk over many years of traveling the world, making it even more complete. Now, this humble monk presents the medical text to Your Majesty, only wishing that Your Majesty would spare the lives of all the monks in the temple."
Shen Xu'an's gaze was deep and unfathomable, with a dark light flickering within it.
Finally, he tossed the medical text to Hua Rong and said, "From what you've said, it seems it could be made even more complete. In that case, I command you to diligently work on it!"
Hua Rong was genuinely surprised. Shen Xu'an couldn't possibly be unaware of the value of this medical text, yet...
Her gaze softened as she looked at Shen Xu'an as if he were a sensible junior: "Your Majesty, you are a good emperor."
Shen Xu'an shuddered: "???" Why did he feel that the monk's gaze was so much like his mother's?
After Hua Rong left, Shen Xu'an knelt before the longevity lamp that her mother had lit for her, remaining motionless for a long time.
Could it be true, as Master Guiyuan said, that dream was like the moon reflected in water or a flower in a mirror—both illusory and real?
Is the goal to ensure his safety and well-being, rather than to incite violence and lead him to commit inexplicable killings?
Mother, please tell me the answer, okay?
He doesn't understand.
So he remained kneeling.
He recalled the monk from earlier; he had seen her in his previous life as well, a person as pure and serene as a gentle breeze and a bright moon.
He knew she was adopted by Master Guiyuan, and to repay his kindness, he investigated her background and learned that she was a woman.
Feng Huarong was the illegitimate daughter of the Feng family, the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.
He was resented by his stepmother and abandoned, but was then adopted by Master Guiyuan.
He still remembers being speechless for a long time after seeing the truth in his dream.
However, they ultimately chose to suppress the news and destroy all evidence.
Let that monk, with his gentle breeze and bright moon, remain forever unchanged.
Even though he knew his feelings for her weren't entirely pure.
When he was critically injured and on the verge of death, it was her hand that held his.
It was her voice that gave him the courage to live.
She painstakingly brought him back to the temple, carefully avoiding the crowds, and took meticulous care of him.
Such kindness is something he could never repay, even if he spent his entire life doing so.
Let everything remain as it was, as if nothing had ever happened.
This is what I was thinking in my dream.
As before...
Shen Xu'an seemed to understand something. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were clear and bright.
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In April of the eighth year of the Longde reign, Emperor Xuanxiao ordered that Jingyang Temple be burned down and all the monks of Jingyang Temple be exterminated one month later.
In May of the eighth year of the Longde reign, Emperor Xuanxiao ordered Jingyang Temple to be designated as the First National Temple, and its abbot, Qingxin, was granted the honor of not kneeling before the emperor.
In June of the eighth year of the Longde reign, Emperor Xuanxiao held his third imperial concubine selection, choosing ten outstanding young women to enter the palace.
Feng Yaoling, the eldest daughter of the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, was betrothed to Tu Zijun, the son of the Prime Minister, and they were married the following May.
In June of the ninth year of the Longde era, a nationwide epidemic struck the Qin Dynasty, nearly destroying the once prosperous nation.
Master Qingfeng, the junior disciple of Abbot Qingxin of Jingyang Temple, the First Imperial Temple, is the greatest physician of our time. He presented his self-created prescription, "Qingxin Medicine," to save the people from suffering.
From then on, the people of Qin were no longer afraid of epidemics.
Master Qingfeng was then respectfully called "Miraculous Doctor" by the people, and some even called him "White-faced Doctor".
In October of the ninth year of the Longde era, Qingfeng passed away at the age of twenty.
He entered the world at the age of fifteen, practiced medicine all over the world, and saved countless lives. He was regarded as a master and a great philanthropist by the world.
His greatest achievement was the book "Medical Classic" which he compiled.
He did not keep anything to himself and spread the "Medical Classic" throughout the world. This book was regarded as a divine book by contemporary physicians.
As everyone knows, Master Qingfeng single-handedly propelled the advancement of medicine in the Qin Dynasty, making Qin medicine fifty years ahead of other countries. His contributions are immeasurable.
When later archaeologists obtained the complete Medical Classic, they regarded it as a treasure, and the Medical Classic once again promoted the progress of traditional Chinese medicine.
When Qingfeng passed away, the whole country mourned, the emperor did not hold court for three days, and the people did not see any beautiful women for three months, which is enough to illustrate the lofty status of Master Qingfeng in the hearts of the people of Qin.
The people of Daqin were grateful for the master's kindness and cast thousands of statues of Master Qingfeng, which were worshipped for generations, with incense burning continuously.
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