"Go back and tell them that no member of the royal family needs to come to Jin'an Temple again!"
Before the Empress Dowager could finish speaking, Ji Fengyao said, "Yesterday, when the Master took the abbot's seat, auspicious omens appeared. I have already ordered people to spread this news widely in the capital. I expect that in a few days, Jin'an Temple will be bustling with worshippers and its incense will be even more prosperous. If there are any suffering people who have something to ask for, I hope the Master will personally receive them and pray for their well-being. Then the people will be blessed."
"It is my duty to save all living beings," Jin Yuan replied humbly.
At the entrance.
Suddenly, the Empress Dowager felt a mouthful of blood rise to her throat, her face flushed red, and she fainted from vomiting blood.
After listening to Jin Yuan talk about Buddhism for half a day, Ji Fengyao felt that her state of mind had improved.
If one's cultivation is like water, then one's state of mind is like a bucket filled with water.
If one's cultivation level is high but one's mental state is not clear, the higher one's cultivation level, the easier it is to go astray and fall into demonic possession.
One's state of mind can only be improved through acquired understanding and self-cultivation.
This is something that no amount of elixirs or spirit stones could buy.
Ji Fengyao was grateful to Jin Yuan, so she gave him the three top-grade Spirit Gathering Pills and a bottle (containing three Body Tempering Pills) as a return gift.
With Jin Yuan's mental state and cultivation, it would be easy for him to embark on cultivation once he completes his physical tempering.
Buddhist disciples cultivate merit and mental power, which is different from ordinary cultivators;
Therefore, Ji Fengyao did not pass on the incantation and mental techniques of the "Gathering Spirit Technique" to Jin Yuan.
In the forest behind Jin'an Temple.
Shang Dongyang waited for a whole day and night, but he didn't see a single person, not even a rabbit that happened to be passing by.
(Bunny: ??? Who called me?)
In early summer, there are many mosquitoes in the mountains and forests. Although Shang Dongyang used mugwort to fumigate himself until he looked like a wax dog, he couldn't stop the mosquitoes. There were always some who were not afraid of death and kept coming forward.
A day and a night passed.
Shang Dongyang's hands and face were covered in bite marks, turning him into a pockmarked mess.
"I shouldn't have chased that idiot Shang Nanjue away so early yesterday. I should have made him wait here and suffer like this," Shang Dongyang said impatiently, scratching the bumps on his body, wishing he could kill someone.
Just then, a guard appeared by the stream ahead.
Shang Dongyang pointed at the guard and was about to kick him: "If you dare to say again that no one leaves the temple, I will kill you with one kick!"
Guard: "...Your Highness, Princess Chonghe has come out to admire the azaleas in the back mountain."
"He's out!" Shang Dongyang suddenly became interested and jumped up, beckoning to his servant: "Quickly come and tidy up my appearance. Oh, and quickly apply the swelling-reducing powder to me again."
Wang Jian, Shang Dongyang's personal bodyguard, looked at Shang Dongyang's pockmarked face and hesitated to speak.
Your Highness, you'd better not wipe it.
Your face is covered in pimples and medicine powder; don't let the princess mistake you for a monster and beat you up later.
The thought had barely formed.
As expected, all the guards and servants, including Wang Jian, were beaten as if they were monsters.
The kind that kills instantly.
With his face covered in white powder, Shang Dongyang squinted at the newcomer, trying to widen his eyes to look fierce, but the powder constantly falling from his eyelids made it even harder for him to open his eyes: "How dare you! Who goes there? I am the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace!"
“This place is high in the mountains and dense in the forests, perfect for raising mosquitoes. This is exactly what the Crown Prince is up to,” the man sneered.
Shang Dongyang only felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, then everything went black and he fainted.
Shang Beiyu smiled slightly, revealing a stunningly beautiful smile. She kicked away Shang Dongyang's hand that was on her foot, and her voice was as light and melodious as a musical instrument playing softly: "Drag the Crown Prince, Wang Jian and his personal servant away and arrange the scene. Don't let any flaws slip by."
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