One year ago in Chang'an, Yao Ying sought medical treatment for her mother and met Monda Deva in the Da Ci'en Temple.

At that time, she was a princess, and thousands of apricot trees in Ci'en Temple were in full bloom, luxuriant and brilliant, with clusters of flowers.

One year later in the Western Regions, Yao Ying met Mundadeva again in the palace of the Holy City in order to seek shelter.

At this moment, she is stranded abroad, and it is difficult to make a living in a foreign land 8,800 miles away from her hometown. She doesn't know when she can return to her hometown and reunite with Li Zhongqian.

More than ten months have passed, but it seems like a lifetime ago.

All the anxiety and torment slowly faded away like the tide. Yaoying smiled, putting aside the sadness that suddenly surged up when she recognized Monda Deva. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, as noble as the seventh princess of the Li family when Monda Deva first met.

"It is a cause for celebration that the Master has fulfilled his wish."

Her eyes were bright and she smiled.

Mondadeva stared at Yaoying with his light brown eyes for a while, with a sighing expression on his face.

It was a time of turmoil, and he had traveled all over the Central Plains and the Western Regions, meeting too many nobles in distress. He thought that this delicate princess who had suffered so much would burst into tears and fall to his feet to ask for help.

But she didn't.

She stood there, smiling, her eyes as bright as stars, sincerely congratulating him on achieving his wish.

The hardships she had gone through in the past seemed to be just a test for her. Beneath this delicate and beautiful appearance lies the most resilient soul.

Mondadeva said slowly: "All things are born out of fate, and the gathering and separation of fate are like clouds and smoke. Life and death are natural. The princess and the poor monk met in Chang'an and met again in this royal court. Perhaps it is God's will."

Yao Ying didn't understand his verse, but she could still hear his comforting words:

This is fate, princess, don't be sad.

Yao Ying smiled: "Probably."

She believed in the theory of fate - Li Xuanzhen and Zhu Luyun were always alive and kicking and could never die! And every time she changed the fate of her mother and brother, she would be punished.

But so what?

Faith is one thing, leaving everything to fate is another!

She had to grit her teeth and hold on.

A little bit of noble spirit, a thousand miles of pleasant wind, it's good to ride the wind, across the vast sky, straight up to the blue sky.

If you can't be like Kunpeng who soars into the sky, you should also try your best to spread your wings and fly high.

When there is really no way out, I might as well follow the example of Liu Ling of the Jin Dynasty and bury myself after I die!

So the wizard's words could not comfort her.

Mengda Deva sighed for a while, then looked at the round-faced guard standing aside with a vigilant look on his face and said: "Prajna, the Seventh Princess is a guest of the Buddha. You must take good care of the princess and not neglect her."

Prajna shouted in a foreign language: "Master, you don't know what this Han woman did to the king!"

He remembered that Yaoying could speak nonsensical language, so he switched to Sanskrit and continued shouting, chattering about the day when Yaoying proposed to him in public.

"How dare this Han woman blaspheme the king in public! And she even said she wanted to be the king's daughter of Modanga! She...she..."

Prajna said "she" for a long time, then stamped her feet: "She is wanton! She is shameless! If the Regent was here, he would have chopped off her head long ago!"

Mundadeva looked surprised.

Although Yao Ying did not understand Sanskrit, she knew the guard was complaining about her as soon as she saw his angry expression. She looked a little embarrassed and smiled at Monda Deva: "At the time of crisis, I had no choice but to blaspheme the Buddha. Fortunately, the Buddha was kind and still lent a hand. I want to meet the Buddha and explain the reason to him. I hope the master can mediate for me."

Monda Deva seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock. His brown eyes blinked in the night and he said gently, "Princess, don't worry. If the Buddhist hadn't mentioned the princess to the poor monk just now, the poor monk wouldn't have known that the princess came to the royal court."

Without waiting for Yaoying to respond, Prajna's eyes widened with disbelief: "What? Did the king ask the master to find this Han woman?"

How can the king remember the Han woman!

Could it be that the king was moved by this shameless Han woman?

Mengda Deva nodded and said, "That's right, the Buddha said that the royal court should not neglect the princess of the Wei Dynasty."

Prajna was dumbfounded.

Yaoying was also full of surprise. She thought that the holy and cold Buddhist didn't remember her at all. She didn't expect that he would issue such an order as soon as he returned to the royal court.

Prajna was trembling, pointing her finger at Yaoying, and yelled angrily: "Witch!"

She was so charming even in a slave's attire. On the way to the royal court, generals, soldiers and slaves all dared not look at her for a second. If she put on formal attire, wouldn't there be a commotion?

Yao Ying blinked innocently, her eyes moving around, and in the night, her eyes alone looked quite gorgeous and charming.

Prajna felt as if she was pawed by a cat. Her round face turned red with anger, then blue and purple, and soon turned snow-white again. She turned around abruptly and ran towards the palace.

This Han woman is a witch who came to disrupt the Buddhist's practice! He must stop the Buddhist!

Mengda Deva shook his head and motioned Yaoying to follow him: "The Buddhist monk is in a hurry to return to the palace tonight and has no time to see the princess. This poor monk will take the princess to settle down first."

Yaoying followed him to a spacious courtyard. There seemed to be trees planted in the courtyard. She couldn't recognize what kind of trees they were in the dark, but she could only smell a faint fragrance.

The guards brought Xie Qing and others over. Yao Ying was very grateful. Mengda Deva comforted her and left.

Having survived the disaster and met old friends, the soldiers cheered quietly. The fatigue from the past few days suddenly came over them, and they began to snore soon after lying down.

Yao Ying asked the guards for some medicine and applied it on Xie Qing. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that she slept more soundly than in the previous few days.

There was a sound of snoring coming from under the window.

Yaoying rubbed her sore shoulders, leaned against the window and smiled. It was the first time she felt relaxed in so many days.

Tanmarajiva is indeed a kind person with a compassionate heart.

Yaoying closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Suddenly, a series of shouts and chaotic footsteps rang out in the quiet night.

Yao Ying was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. She sat up with a start, tightly grasped the dagger hidden on her body, listened carefully, and found that the sounds were not directed at her, so she slowly exhaled.

Haidu Aling was usually busy with military affairs, but once he had some free time, he would deliberately tease her and take pleasure in forcing her to show panic.

Every night before going to sleep, she had to be on guard against Haidu A Ling coming over, and would wake up if she heard any noise at night.

A voice came from next door: "Mage! Mage!"

It turned out that he came to look for Mundadeva.

Yaoying continued to sleep. Not long after she fell asleep, she heard footsteps outside the yard. This time, it was her gate that was being knocked.

"Seventh Princess! The magician wants to see you!"

Yao Ying stood up to answer the door, and Monda Deva's disciples took her directly to the main hall. The main door of the hall was closed, so they walked into the back garden of the main hall from the side door. In the darkness, they could smell the fragrance, and it seemed that many flowers and trees were planted in the garden.

The royal palace is located on a very high terrain, and the palaces are built on high platforms. Yao Ying followed his disciples and climbed up the high stone steps.

There was a flickering light on the steps. Mondadeva was waiting in the corridor, looking anxious: "I have something to ask the princess. I hope the princess can tell me the truth."

Yao Ying nodded.

Mondadeva was sweating profusely: "When the poor monk set out from Chang'an, the princess gave him several bottles of pills. One of the pills was called Anxi Pills. The princess's attendants said that this medicine has the effect of reducing swelling and relieving pain... Princess, do you know the recipe of Anxi Pills?"

Yao Ying was startled, her mind turned for a few turns, she pondered for a moment, looked across the dark corridor, looked at the closed door of the main palace, and asked softly: "Is the Buddhist sick?"

Mundadeva's expression froze for a moment, and he sighed: "Since the princess has guessed it, I will tell you the truth. When I first came to the royal court, the Buddhist was seriously ill. I tried many prescriptions and later accidentally let the Buddhist take a few sleeping pills."

At that time, the Northern Rong cavalry was coming in force, and they joined forces with other tribes to attack the holy city. Tanmarajiva was running out of time, and he knew that if the news of his serious illness spread, the royal court would be defeated, so he decided to try every possible means.

As a result, after taking the sleeping pills, he miraculously got better.

The sleeping pills were obtained from Yao Ying. Monda Deva didn't know what the prescription was. Seeing that the bottle of sleeping pills was almost finished, he could only send people to the Central Plains to ask for medicine, while thinking of other ways to stabilize Tanmarajiva's condition. However, the war was intense, and it was impossible for Tanmarajiva to hide in the holy city to recuperate.

He endured the pain and led his troops to the battle, managed to sign an alliance with the Northern Rong, managed to scare off Haidu Aling, and returned to the Holy City, but finally he could not hold on any longer.

After Monda Deva finished speaking, he sighed and said, "The Buddhist disciple fell ill just now, and the sleeping pills that the poor monk brought from the Central Plains are gone..."

Yao Ying's doubts were suddenly cleared up.

She never thought that an unintentional action she took a year ago would actually affect the battle situation eight thousand miles away.

Tanmarajiva saved her not because he was moved by her, but because he heard her reveal her identity as the Princess of Wei. He got better after taking sleeping pills, and Monda Deva must have mentioned her to him.

It turns out that the opportunity that Mondadeva talked about is here.

Yao Ying figured out a lot of things.

No wonder Tanmaragha was in such a hurry to return to the holy city and insisted on waiting until dark before entering the city. He was sick, and very seriously ill, and was afraid of being discovered.

Therefore, she did not see any large city-states or tribes along the way. Tanmarajiva deliberately avoided crowded cities on her route back to the holy city.

His original plan might have been to take her back to the Holy City first, and then slowly ask her for the prescription for the sleeping pills.

Now he suddenly fell ill and was in critical condition, so Mundadeva had to invite her over late at night and take the risk of telling her about his serious illness.

Tanmarajiva's worries were not groundless. He was a god in the eyes of the people in the Western Regions. As long as he lived one more day, the royal court was prosperous and stable. After he died of illness, the royal court immediately fell apart. In just one month, it surrendered to the Northern Rong. This Thousand Mile Buddhist Kingdom completely disappeared in the long river of history.

When the news gets out, the royal court will be in chaos.

Yao Ying sighed: "Master, I know the recipe for the rest pills, but those herbs are native to the Central Plains. Even if you know the recipe, you can't mix the medicine at the moment."

The anxiety in Mundadeva's brown eyes gradually faded away. He stood at the steps and let out a long sigh.

"Princess, please forgive me for being so absurd. I am obsessed with appearances. The Buddha's son is precocious, gifted, and well-versed in the classics. Given time, he will surely become a great figure in the Buddhist community, promoting Buddhism and saving all living beings. I cannot bear to see him fall into the suffering of reincarnation before he achieves the great path."

Yao Ying also didn't want Tanmo Luojia to die so early... She thought for a moment and said, "Master, I can write a rough prescription. Maybe there are some substitute herbs from the Western Regions?"

Monda Deva was a monk who was indifferent to life and death. If he had not truly admired Tanmarajiva's talent and qualifications, he would not have said so much to Yaoying. Just as he was about to give up, he was cheered up when he heard her words.

Chang'an is eight thousand miles away from the Holy City. The medicine that the Seventh Princess sent him can just alleviate Tanmaraka's pain. Now the Seventh Princess appears in the Holy City by coincidence - perhaps all this is arranged by the Buddha.

Mengda Deva took Yao Ying through the long corridor and entered the inner room through the side door.

Layers of thick gold silk curtains hung closely together, and from the outside, the inner hall looked pitch black.

The waiter lifted the curtain, and brilliant golden light suddenly poured out.

Yao Ying raised her hands to cover her eyes and slowly adjusted to the light in front of her.

Hundreds of candles were burning in the hall, the light was brilliant, it was like day. The floor was covered with Persian carpets with embroidered animal patterns, it felt as soft as stepping on clouds, the beaded curtains inlaid with gems on all sides swayed gently, gorgeous and glittering, the delicate gold-painted murals on the walls seemed to shimmer and float in the shimmering golden light.

Yaoying felt dizzy - she entered the holy city in the dark and did not see the whole palace. She thought the palace was as majestic and cold as the earth cliff she saw in the evening, but she did not expect the main hall to be so gorgeous and magnificent.

You can imagine how wealthy the royal court is.

No wonder the two generations of Northern Rong Khans were determined to seize the royal court.

Prajna and several other personal soldiers were kneeling in front of the couch in the inner hall, looking sad, their eyes red from crying. When they saw Yaoying being brought in, they immediately jumped up.

“Monster…”

Yaoying ignored him and walked to the desk beside her and wrote down the prescription she knew.

Mondadeva took it and looked at it carefully, then shook his head in disappointment: "The miraculous effect of this prescription must be this water moss grass... Among all the medicines that the poor monk brought, there is no substitute for water moss grass."

"Water moss?" Yao Ying's eyes flashed.

There was a loud cry coming from the bedside, and Prajna shouted, "Master!"

Mundadeva walked quickly to the bed, looked at Tanmaragha, whose face was as pale as gold paper, and sighed deeply.

Yao Ying poked half of her head out from behind him and her eyes fell on Tanmarajiva's face.

Under the light of candlelight, he was lying on a white quilt with gold embroidery. His eyes were dark, his lips were pale, and his handsome face was covered with sweat. His brows were tightly furrowed, and he was obviously trying his best to endure the pain, but he didn't make any sound.

A corner of the quilt was lifted up, revealing his legs that were swollen to the point of being almost black - had he relied on these legs to get on and off the horse, and command thousands of troops while sitting on horseback these days?

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Yao Ying would not have believed that the man in front of her, whose life was hanging by a thread, was the Buddhist who led thousands of troops to scare off Haidu Aling a few days ago.

In the torrent of curves that looked like moving mountains, he was the only one, clad in a crimson cassock, dazzling and eye-catching, looking down upon the world.

The figure is clear and majestic.

Who knew that he was gritting his teeth to endure the terrible pain at that time?

How strong must this man's will be to have allowed him to hold on until today?

He is the king of the holy city and a god in the eyes of the people of the Western Regions. So even if he is in excruciating pain, he has to shoulder the responsibility of this doomed Buddhist kingdom.

Yao Ying couldn't help but feel emotional. She took a few steps forward and uncovered the brocade quilt.

Prajna yelled, "What do you want to do?!"

Yao Ying didn't even look at him. She lifted Tanmarajika's cassock and touched his swollen legs with her fingers. "Bring some hot water."

Prajna yelled at her bodyguards to drive her away.

Mondadeva stopped Prajna and asked Yaoying, "Hot water? Won't this make the swelling worse?"

Yaoying glanced at Tanmarajiva. She had not been able to get close to him these days. Every day she could only follow the team from a distance and look up at his otherworldly and arrogant figure. Now that she was closer, she found that he was even more handsome than she had imagined. Even when he was sick, his features were still as pretty as a painting.

She said, "When I was in Chibi, I saw a miracle doctor treating someone with a similar condition to mine. He used hot water and acupuncture... This could temporarily alleviate his pain."

Even if he cannot be saved, at least this compassionate monk can suffer less pain.

Mengda Deva had heard of acupuncture. "There is a Chinese monk in the Buddhist temple who knows acupuncture. Invite him to the palace!"

I have tried everything now. There are no sleeping pills, so I can only leave it to fate.

The guards looked at each other, and out of trust in Mundadeva, they took the order and left.

The attendant quickly brought hot water, and Yao Ying instructed the attendant to bring medicinal herbs to rub Tanmaragha's body first.

Half an hour later, the Han monk hurried over. Yao Ying told him all the formulas she could remember. The Han monk washed his hands, fumigated the needles, and began to give acupuncture to Tanmarajiva.

The candle flame burned quietly, the swelling between Tanmarajiva's legs had not gone away, but her palms were not so cold anymore, and the color of her lips had recovered a little.

Yaoying helped at the side, wiping the cold sweat off Tanmaragha with a silk handkerchief.

In the second half of the night, the candles in the hall were only half burned out. She was so tired that her eyelids trembled, and she fell asleep leaning against the bed without realizing it.

Suddenly, I was awakened by the sound of heavy footsteps.

Yaoying opened her eyes and ran into a sight as deep as an abyss.

A pair of deep blue eyes were staring at her quietly.

Those eyes were wise and cold, like a clear spring, as if they could see through everything in the world. Although he was looking up at her from below, she felt overwhelmed and exposed.

It was as if this man saw through me from inside to outside, from body to soul.

Yao Ying was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, calmly wiped the saliva from her lips with her sleeve, stood up calmly, and woke up Monda Deva who was meditating beside her: "Master, the Buddha has awakened."