Chapter 226 Being Her Accomplice
Ye Xiaoman quietly asked Jiaying, "Are there not too many people?"
Jiaying replied, "I like lively places."
He directed Ye Xiaoman to go and see.
"Look at the countless people out there."
"They could come in at any moment and ask me questions about the classics."
Jiaying's white clothes were meticulously dressed, even his back and neck formed a straight line.
"What does the great spirit do when it turns its back on its followers?"
"I'm sure many of my believers have thought about this question."
"When you think about what I've done, they could never have imagined it."
"I'm just happy."
The Holy Son of Gaoling Flower said this to Ye Xiaoman.
Ye Xiaoman was shocked.
Do you want to listen to what a boy like you is saying?
How dissatisfied are you with the identity that confines you? Your world-weariness has deepened.
Inside and outside the temple, all living beings bowed down to the ground.
Prince Teng said respectfully, "Please ask the gods to grant an auspicious time."
As soon as he finished speaking, countless voices followed suit, "Please, Holy Son, grant an auspicious time—"
The sound became louder and louder, passing from the temple to the foot of the mountain, and then rolled up the mountain from the foot of the mountain. The strong wind blew through the pine forest and stretched for thousands of meters.
"allow."
Jiaying's cold voice came through the divine banner.
Prince Teng was so nervous that sweat broke out on his round face. He knelt on the cushion, facing the lifelike gods and Buddhas embroidered on the banners in front of him, holding the divination cups in both hands and raising them high above his head.
In previous years, Ji Wenyi would stand proudly among the kneeling crowd and let his subordinates toss the cup on his behalf.
But Prince Teng and Concubine Shu were both believers of Jiaying, and they would kneel down devoutly when facing Jiaying.
Because of the crown prince's kneeling, the power of theocracy in Jiaying was at its peak at this moment.
"The astronomical monitoring system calculated the auspicious time to be the quarter hour of Chen. I wonder if the gods are right?"
Bang.
In silence, the first cup was thrown down.
The half-moon piece of wood, one yin and one yang, is the Holy Grail.
Prince Teng thought it was a good omen and was very happy: "This is my first request and the Buddha has granted my permission."
The sound of monks chanting in the hall can be heard, and after the chanting is finished, the cup needs to be thrown twice more.
The people outside held their breath, paying attention to the will of the gods.
On the high platform, Ye Xiaoman was teasing the Holy Son.
Think about it, she's going to get married in three days, and now she's still...
Wait a minute, Ye Xiaoman! What are you thinking? You look like you've completely surrendered to fate!
Things are not set in stone yet, so don't give up on yourself.
There are still three days left.
Maybe things will turn around within these three days.
Maybe she suddenly thought of a perfect way to break the deadlock.
Maybe if Ji Wenyi is more capable, he will smuggle her away. She will then pretend that it was not her wish and happily escape the marriage with the help of Ji Wenyi's power - this is also a solution.
In short, don't be intimidated by the terrible reality.
Ye Xiaoman shouted in her heart, trembling calmly.
Jiaying fell to the ground in white clothes.
Her lips are slightly parted, revealing white teeth.
He bit the Buddhist beads on his wrist tightly.
Ye Xiaoman was asking him questions.
"Jiaying, who are you?"
Jiaying's voice was choked with sobs, "I am my wife's man."
Ye Xiaoman: "You like it so much..."
Jiaying repeated in a low voice: "I like it, I like it very much."
He liked being treated like this by her.
Be her accomplice.
His soul and whole body were controlled by her. From then on, she was the god he worshipped, his master, and he was her most devout believer.
If she wanted him to live, he would live; if she wanted him to die, he would die.
He has no need of ego.
The responsibility of believers is to give selflessly and make endless offerings.
The only reward that believers seek is the love of the gods.
"I love you so much, so much."
Jiaying cried and said, "Please, don't abandon me."
Ye Xiaoman wiped his tears with a handkerchief and said, "No."
After receiving the answer from the gods, the believer finally smiled in a trance.
There was a voice in the dark blaming Jiaying: Don’t you feel ashamed?
Jiaying's smile deepened as he listened to the angry questioning.
"This Holy Son feels very honored."
The opposite of lowly is not noble, but being lowly to the core.
Life is about width, not length. It is enough that it has blossomed brilliantly.
Family, status, reputation, all left behind, none of that matters. Compared to her, those are insignificant.
"As long as the gods love me, that's all I need, my Holy Son."
Jiaying is a happy patient.
He hugged Ye Xiaoman contentedly.
"Holy Son?"
"National Master?"
"Respected Master?"
Jiaying heard countless voices calling him from behind the curtain.
Prince Teng's cup-throwing went very smoothly.
All three times, the Holy Grail was mentioned, and the gods granted everything I asked for.
Jiaying put his face close to Ye Xiaoman's and smiled in sudden realization.
"As...the gods allow."
Let the sacred fall.
Dye the white into black.
He seemed to be infected by the joyful atmosphere outside and started laughing.
"God, I'm so happy."
"So am I."
Yongning Temple, the small world of Buddha.
On the fairy mountain island, a towering Buddhist pagoda stands on the flat ground.
The Buddhist hall inside the tower is vast, covering an area of who knows how many thousands or even tens of thousands of feet. Stone Buddha statues stand thousands of feet high, and countless Buddha fires as dazzling as the sun illuminate the dark space.
Each Buddha fire transforms into the face of a monk, some fat and some thin, some old and some young. These figures are the incarnations of the monks, and their real bodies are somewhere else.
Figures stand together for a meeting.
In terms of number, there were dozens more people than the last time I met Jiaying.
There are hundreds of them.
The old monk in charge of educating the Holy Son stood at the bottom and reported solemnly, "This is a matter of great importance. I must ask the elders to make the final decision."
The old monk used his telepathy to transmit the image of Jiaying having a secret meeting with the woman in the temple to all the monks.
The air was filled with ripples, reflecting the emotional fluctuations of the monks.
It soon subsided.
Jiaying is not the first Holy Son to break the precepts.
The key is how to deal with it.
A voice asked the old monk the question that everyone was wondering: "Who is the other party?"
The old monk was puzzled: "I don't know."
Countless voices merged together, questioning: "You've been investigating for such a long time, and you can't even find out the woman's identity?"
The old monk said, "The Holy Son has realized the temple's surveillance, and he has resisted."
Jiaying has an extraordinary status.
He can obstruct or even directly tamper with any investigation that is unfavorable to him.
The monks in charge of the investigation were even cast under a spell by Jiaying called "forgetting everything they saw", making it impossible for them to ever accurately remember the woman's true appearance.
At the beginning, Jiaying had too close contacts with Gong Zhaoyi in the palace, and Yongning Temple suspected that his target was Gong Zhaoyi.
But Jiaying created countless smokescreens. After investigating, Yongning Temple discovered that "Gong Zhaoyi" was just a decoy used by Jiaying to deceive them, so they gave up the investigation.
Currently, Yongning Temple can only get one piece of information that is certain:
"That woman's name is Jiao Yanxia, and she's a female disciple from the outer sect of Piaomiao Sect."
"The Holy Son would occasionally take her to the temple for private meetings. As for her whereabouts, he used clever means to conceal them, so we couldn't find out."
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