Inside the Buddhist temple, a gilded Buddha statue sits quietly on a lotus platform, looking down upon all living beings with neither sorrow nor joy.
Shen Zhiyi slowly knelt on the cushion and closed his eyes to worship.
Chen Bi stood outside and whispered to the young monk beside him, "Little Master, my daughter is not in good health. I heard that Master Kongchen is an outstanding doctor. I wonder if he can help take a look?"
"When the time comes, we are willing to make a golden statue for the Buddha and offer incense to him regularly to repay his kindness."
The young monk shook his head in embarrassment.
"Shi, it's not that I don't want to help you."
"It's just that Master Kongchen doesn't care about worldly matters, especially not women." He put his palms together and bowed apologetically. "I can't help you. Lady, please do as you please."
"Amitabha."
After he said that, he picked up the broom beside him and went to clean the yard.
The corners of Chen Bi's mouth twitched.
No wonder there are so few pilgrims in Duanyun Temple. They really don't care about the incense offerings.
She turned and entered the hall, walking to Shen Zhiyi's side.
Kneel down as well.
"Miss, I don't think they will take us in for the night."
Judging from the little monk's attitude, it seemed that he was eager for them to finish their worship and leave quickly.
Shen Zhiyi slowly opened his eyes.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "I must."
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The sky gradually darkened and the dark clouds moved slowly.
The inner hall of the Buddhist temple.
A tall figure sat upright on a cushion.
He was wearing a bright yellow cassock, twirling Buddhist beads in his hands, but he had not yet taken the tonsure.
Her jet-black hair was tied loosely behind her head with a wooden hairpin. A few strands of hair swayed gently in the morning light and hung down in front of her smooth forehead.
He had a very fair complexion, a high nose bone, and deep red lips.
Like a cinnabar mole painted on the cold skin, it adds a touch of abstinence-like allure.
Just a pair of eyes that were pale and sharp, without any emotion.
It seems that any light that falls in will sink into that cold pool.
His narrow eyes were slightly raised, just like the Buddha statue in the main hall, lightly closed, looking at people indifferently, without any sadness or joy.
She is naturally aloof, yet she exudes dignity everywhere.
The secret guard returned with the report, but did not dare to enter the palace without permission. He stood outside the palace door with his head bowed.
The sound stopped when the rosary beads turned.
He then heard a quiet but unmistakable voice from inside: "Come in."
The air seemed to have become heavy.
The secret guard Shuofeng pushed the door open, closed the door carefully, and walked up to Yan Zhuoxu.
"Your Highness, a letter has arrived from the palace stating that the Prime Minister's Office originally wanted to recommend Shen Qingyan, the legitimate daughter of the Shen family, as the candidate for the Crown Princess."
"But for some reason, they changed their minds and mentioned to Your Majesty the matter of running for the Crown Princess, and instead decided to marry Ye Jinghong, the eldest son of the Ye family."
"I heard that the marriage was originally planned for my concubine sister, Shen Zhiyi."
Shuo Feng paused and said, "That's the one kneeling outside the main hall and praying to the Buddha."
Yan Zhuoxu's mood changed.
He turned his head, glanced at the dark sky, and frowned slightly.
"She's still leaving?"
Shuo Feng shook his head. "She had a vegetarian meal in the temple and then went back to chant sutras. She seemed quite pious."
"I overheard her talking to a maid outside the temple. She said she came here just to seek Buddha's help and calm her mind. I think she was depressed because her elder sister had her marriage stolen from her."
Yan Zhuoxu's eyes were indifferent.
Greed and attachment give rise to attachment, and attachment gives rise to conflict.
Little do we know that everything in the world is false.
Why bother to fight, why bother to grab.
Why should I feel sad about it?
He picked up the lamp oil beside him, stood up, and added some to the eternal lamp.
The scent of storax diffuses and lingers above.
It makes people calm down when they hear it.
Shufeng stared at the flame on the eternal lamp and sighed in his heart.
Ever since he saw this eternal lamp, the flame on it has hardly changed.
No shaking or wobbling.
It always looks the same one inch tall.
The lamp oil inside was never too full or too little.
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