Chapter 102 Watching Over
Thank goodness, that magical power didn't necessarily force her back into the body that didn't belong to her in the first place.
It seems to only restrict her to being in the room?
boring!
Xiao Qing rolled her eyes, but there was nothing she could do.
The side rooms of the temple were only so big, and couldn't compare to the emperor's bedroom.
Xiao Qing looked left and right, and finally decided to squat in the corner furthest away from Fu Mingyi.
She couldn't bear to see Fu Mingyi sitting there staring at her, as if she were a faint, flickering candle in the carriage that night, so she turned her back after less than two minutes of squatting, making a gesture of facing the wall and drawing circles like a rabbit in a meme.
But Fu Mingyi was incredibly patient; he actually stayed by the side of the unconscious person all night without even closing his eyes!
Xiao Qing had several times genuinely wanted to let him leave.
She's a lost soul now, so it's normal that she doesn't need to sleep. But Fu Mingyi is a living, breathing person. He sat there all night without changing his position at all. What's going on here?
What is he thinking? Isn't this boring?
Great, Fu Mingyi isn't in a hurry now, but she feels like she's going crazy with anxiety.
As the sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the window frame, Xiao Qing felt both flustered and agitated.
Isn't he the Grand Tutor? If the young emperor doesn't wake up, doesn't he need to make arrangements for what to do next?
Isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow?
She absolutely refuses to go back, so won't this shell be completely dead by then? Shouldn't we make proper arrangements for this?
What are you thinking about?
There was a knock on the door.
Fu Mingyi responded softly, his voice terribly hoarse.
Zhao Youchen walked in anxiously. He first glanced at the young emperor on the bed, then looked at Fu Mingyi and reported, "Grand Tutor, the Prime Minister has sent someone."
Fu Mingyi's eyes darkened, and he remained silent.
Zhao Youchen was also unsure of what to do, and felt a little flustered.
Logically, the young emperor's unexplained fainting during the ceremony was definitely not a good thing. He immediately suppressed the news and placed the monks under strict control. After Fu Mingyi arrived, he gathered the monks to continue the ceremony, but apart from Master Jueyan's insistence, no one was allowed to enter the main hall.
Master Jueyan stood guard at the entrance of the Mahavira Hall, personally leading the monks to continue the Buddhist rituals in front of the Mahavira Hall, pretending that His Majesty and Abbot Jueyin were both inside the Mahavira Hall.
Abbot Jueyin's reputation speaks for itself; as long as Master Jueyan persists, even the Grand Tutor won't easily barge in.
"What's up?"
"He didn't say that, he only said he wanted to see the Grand Tutor."
Fu Mingyi was silent for a moment. “When I came, I brought with me an old suit of armor belonging to General Wang. It is best if this item is offered up by the Wang family to the Buddha for blessings and to ward off evil before it can be placed in the Temple of the God of War for all people to admire and worship.”
Zhao Youchen didn't understand what he meant. He tried hard to recall if the Grand Tutor had brought anything with him when he came. Was it armor? Where did he put it?
Fu Mingyi then said, "Let's go back like this."
Zhao Youchen had no choice but to go back, but when he reached the door, he heard Fu Mingyi say, "It must be presented to the Prime Minister in person."
Zhao Youchen thought for a moment and then told the visitor exactly what he had heard.
The visitor was a shrewd man. He rolled his eyes, bowed, said goodbye, and without saying anything more, quickly went down the mountain to the Prime Minister's residence.
Wang Xiang and Mr. Sun sat in their study, listening to the report from the messenger. They exchanged glances, seemingly puzzled.
However, Wang Xiang was indeed quite clever.
He called the steward over, whispered a few instructions to him, gave the visitor some instructions, and then sent him away.
Mr. Sun listened and guessed for a while, and finally laughed.
"The adults' opportunity has arrived."
Wang Xiang smiled and said, "Fu Mingyi has always been cautious. Even when faced with urgent and dangerous situations, he will consider everything carefully and do his best to make arrangements. I often feel that the younger generation is truly formidable."
This will not be discussed here.
Because of Zhao Youchen's interruption, Xiao Qing's quick temper subsided.
However, Fu Mingyi got up and walked around the room a few times, glancing at the bed from time to time, but still showed no intention of leaving.
Xiao Qing tried to walk out on her own several times, but each time she reached the door, she was pulled back by the red thread, which gave her a terrible headache.
No one would believe such a bizarre experience if I told them.
It is said that there are gods watching from above. If she has the chance to return to her original world, she will definitely do good deeds every day and go to the temple to pray on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month, hoping that she will never have such an experience again.
She had just put her hands together in a gesture of prayer when she heard laughter again.
Goodness, this time the person not only laughed, but also spoke.
"Doing good deeds and accumulating virtue is good. If you have Buddha in your heart, Buddha is there on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month, no matter when or where."
Is this an opportunity to preach to her?
Xiao Qing found it unbelievable.
However, as the other person spoke, a thought flashed through Xiao Qing's mind.
"Abbot Jueyin?!"
"Yes, yes, no."
Xiao couldn't stand these seemingly plausible but ultimately meaningless words; they made her feel like her IQ wasn't high enough and that many of her brain cells had died.
"Was it you who did this?"
"Yes, yes, no."
"Can you speak like a human being?"
The other person was astonished, "Can you even be considered human?"
I……
Xiao Qing felt utterly exasperated.
"Aren't you a highly virtuous monk? Do highly virtuous monks all act like this?"
"I can't say I've attained enlightenment; it's just that I've been blessed by the Buddha and have gained some understanding."
Xiao Qing couldn't understand why the Buddha of this world would favor such a person.
"What do you intend to do to me?" Perhaps they will consider the imperial authority.
"With utmost humility and fear, plant a seed of kindness, and reap a good harvest."
Xiao Qing felt exhausted talking to him.
"In that case, I won't pursue the matter further. Just remove this red thread and let me out. Is that alright?"
"This humble monk can only protect your soul with a little Buddhist affinity, but cannot tie a red thread for you."
Xiao Qing was extremely surprised.
Is this world a fantasy?
“I see you are red…”
"That only means that this humble monk's soul is outside the cycle of reincarnation."
What the heck?
Xiao Qing felt she needed to get to know the world better.
"What about the black one?"
"A person who is about to die."
Xiao Qing was even more startled, and was about to ask about the white and gray colors again when Zhao Youchen's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.
She quickly shut her mouth, only to see Zhao Youchen, having been granted permission to enter, say with a pained expression, "Attendant Ma can't hold on any longer."
Fu Mingyi frowned, took out a small porcelain bottle about the size of his palm from his sleeve, and poured out a pill no bigger than his little finger.
"Give this to Attendant Ma."
Zhao Youchen didn't know what it was either. He took the pills and went next door, but returned quickly.
"I don't need Attendant Ma."
Fu Mingyi's expression suddenly became somewhat complicated.
"Tell Attendant Ma that there's no need to rush into death."
Zhao Youchen hesitated for a moment, "Grand Tutor, Attendant Ma has been kneeling on the ground, and he really can't hold on any longer, but he hasn't gotten up."
Fu Mingyi remained expressionless, his eyes lowered.
Xiao Qing felt cold inside.
Fu Mingyi's coldness is sometimes like a sharp knife drawn from its sheath.
Zhao Youchen sighed, turned around and left.
Fu Mingyi slowly walked to the bedside, his voice a stark contrast to his previous tone – one like the dead of winter, the other like the warmth of spring.
"Your Majesty, if Attendant Ma comes looking for you, would you be willing to return?"
He came up with a very risky idea.
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