The old man continued to shout in a hoarse, choked voice, "The Holy Son has appeared, the Holy Lotus has bloomed, the world is at peace, and the nation is prosperous and the people are safe. I never thought I would witness such a miracle in my lifetime. I have no regrets, no regrets at all!" As soon as the old man finished speaking, cries of joy and tears rose from the crowd, especially from the ordinary people who were suffering, who knelt down and cried out, "Heaven protects us, Heaven protects us..." Even the high-ranking officials and nobles in the crowd were deeply moved and couldn't help but recall the rumors about the Holy Son.
Those with quick minds have already arranged for people to inquire about the whereabouts of the Holy Son, hoping to find an opportunity to make contact and befriend him in advance. Even if they can't befriend the Holy Son himself, it would be good to connect with the people around him.
The monks remained motionless as they chanted the scriptures.
The chanting of Buddhist hymns resounded throughout the entire Tianfo Temple.
Master Liaochen clasped his hands together and bowed to the sacred lotus, saying, "Amitabha, well said, well said."
Wu Wang said, "Uncle-Master Liao Chen..."
Liao Chen smiled mysteriously and said, "With the appearance of the Holy Son, the Holy Lotus blooms, the world is at peace, and we welcome a prosperous and glorious era. Amitabha."
Wu Wang: "Amitabha."
Master Liaochen returned to his meditation room, a serene smile on his face. He passed away peacefully without any regrets.
The Third Prince's Mansion
Murong Yu and Murong Zhi were blinded by the golden light. After a short while, the light gradually dissipated, revealing Mu Qing sitting cross-legged. The young man had sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples, lowered eyes, long eyelashes, and a delicate face. His hair moved without wind, and a golden halo emanated from his brow, enveloping him in a soft glow. A faint fragrance of herbs and trees surrounded him. After another short while, the light faded, the golden halo disappeared, and a golden lotus mark formed on Mu Qing's brow. At the same time, the wooden energy-woven wrist guards on Mu Qing's left and right wrists dispersed, and the lotus mark on his wrists vanished instantly.
Murong Yu stared intently at the increasingly refined young man before him.
There was a breathtaking beauty about her, so much so that my brain couldn't process anything. A jumble of thoughts raced through my mind: "Is Mu Qing a god descended to earth? Is she about to undergo tribulation and ascend to immortality?"
A flicker of admiration crossed Murong Zhi's eyes, but he quickly suppressed his shock. He recalled the legend of the Holy Son that he had read in a book before.
Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, seven kingdoms vied for supremacy, and war raged, causing widespread suffering. Suddenly one day, a young man with a red peach blossom mark between his eyebrows appeared. The young man possessed special abilities and had unparalleled medical skills. He saved the founding emperor of the previous dynasty from the brink of death, and assisted the founding emperor in pacifying the four directions, unifying the world, and creating a golden age.
There are many legends about that boy. Some say he was unparalleled in appearance, and everything paled in comparison wherever he went; some say he was the goddess of flowers descended to earth, and all the flowers bloomed wherever he went; some say he cultivated a lotus that could bloom golden lotuses, dazzling in their brilliance, and after his death, the lotus's light dissipated and disappeared without a trace; some say he was born with twins and became the founding empress of the previous dynasty, giving birth to the crown prince...
Murong Zhi had always thought that the stories were exaggerated by his predecessors, and that there was no such person in the world. But now, this scene made him somewhat believe it.
Mu Qing opened her eyes and looked at the dazed Murong Yu and the thoughtful Murong Zhi. She reached out and took out the Bodhi Sacred Lotus seeds from the wooden box.
The lotus seeds emitted a faint light as soon as they fell into his hand.
Murong Yu and Murong Zhi snapped out of their daze and looked in the direction he was looking. They saw the Bodhi Sacred Lotus seeds sprouting rapidly in Mu Qing's fair and jade-like palm and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a quarter of an hour, golden lotus flowers bloomed, radiant and fragrant, filling the air with a refreshing and delightful aroma.
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