When Chen Xiao and Chen Chen returned to the palace, the emperor was reviewing the papers in the imperial study.
The two brothers did not stop all the way and went straight into the palace, retreating to the left and right.
The palace door closed and fell heavily.
Chen Xiao explained Zhaoming Temple in detail, from the moment he entered the temple, to the ringing of the bell, to the loosening of his blood, not a single word was lost. Chen Chen nodded aside, and occasionally added, maybe it was because of his position or cultivation, but his feeling was stronger.
The emperor's hand holding the pen stopped in mid-air, and the ink condensed on the tip of the pen, gathering into a round ink bead, which disappeared for a long time.
"Did you see it wrong?" he asked, his voice deep.
"I personally felt it." Chen Xiao said, "As soon as I walked into Zhaoming Temple, I felt a sense of peace all over my body. Until the bell rang, it seemed that the shackles in my blood had been pried open, and my whole body felt relaxed. The same is true for the ninth brother."
Chen Chen nodded and took a step forward. "Zhao'er reacted the most severely. He was red all over and fell asleep. Medical Cultivator Su said it was Curse who had subsided a little, which is a good thing."
The emperor put down his pen, stood up and walked a few steps in the palace. The soles of his boots made a dull sound when he stepped on the gold bricks.
Ever since he found out that his bloodline was cursed, he had secretly found many ways. But Curse was so deeply entrenched that he had to use his spiritual power to grind it away little by little. It took a long time, and he might not be able to get rid of it completely.
He has a high level of cultivation and can suppress him, but his little daughter cannot afford to wait.
Every time the child had an attack, he would shrink into a ball in pain. He could see it, but he could only watch.
Although Chen Zhao is obviously much better after Xiao Residence's formation is removed, according to Su Qing, it will take at least two years to completely eradicate it.
Two years, which means that his little daughter will continue to suffer for two years.
I thought that before the Black Hand behind the scenes was completely solved, I could only rely on Su Qing for gradual treatment. I didn't expect that a newly built new temple would have such miraculous effects.
The emperor immediately ordered people to bring Chen Zhao and Su Qing.
Chen Zhao was already awake, her face was flushed, and she was in better spirits than before leaving the palace. She ran in with her short legs, saluted the emperor first, and was then held on his lap.
The emperor pinched her wrist and felt for her pulse.
Although the pulse is still weak, it is much more stable than before.
"Zhao'er, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No." Chen Zhao shook his head, his little head shook, and he raised his face with bright eyes, "Father, Zhao'er's body is warm, like he is holding a small stove."
The emperor smiled and looked at Su Qing again.
"Medical Cultivator Su, in your opinion, why is this?"
Su Qing was well prepared and her face was calm. She lowered her eyes, folded her hands in front of her body, and her posture was respectful.
"Your Majesty, I can't say for sure," she said, her voice neither quick nor slow, "Pure Light Mountain's feng shui is pure, Zhaoming Temple is newly repaired, and Spiritual Qi is clean. It may be reasonable for the little princess to recover faster in a place like that."
She paused and added another sentence, as if she was considering her words.
"The Buddhist atmosphere in that temple is pure, not like the evil spirits at Great Brahma. It may be the answer to the little princess's illness."
The emperor didn't have too many doubts.
Artifact of Faith Yilu is what Great Brahma Dynasty pursues. The mainstream of the Myriad Stars Dynasty never recognizes this, and naturally he will not think about it.
Chen Xi is betting on this.
The emperor pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "You guys wait here."
As soon as he finished speaking, spiritual energy surged around his body, and he disappeared from the dragon chair.
Chen Zhao only felt that her knees were empty and her father had disappeared. She opened her mouth and turned to look at her two brothers. Chen Xiao shook her head at her, indicating that it was okay.
When the emperor reappeared, he was already above Ten Thousand Stars City.
He disappeared and flew towards Pure Light Mountain in the north. Within a moment, he landed outside Zhaoming Temple.
The Dharma assembly has ended, and pilgrims from surrounding areas have begun to enter the temple one after another.
Inside and outside the mountain gate, there were crowds of people, and the smell of incense mixed with the mountain breeze blew towards our faces.
The emperor calmed down, changed his appearance like an ordinary pilgrim, mixed in with the crowd, and walked slowly inside.
He walked slowly, looking at the front yard, the Heavenly King's Hall, and the Main Hall.
The temple is neatly built, not ostentatious, but has a fresh air of its own. The corners of the eaves are decorated with yellow glazed green edges, and the rules are correct but not ostentatious.
The cigarettes are light and have a deep sense of Zen, just as Su Qing said.
As he walked along, he felt that the Curse inside his body that had been worn for a long time seemed to be slightly loose, but for his Golden Core Late Stage cultivation, it was not as fast as he could wear it out.
But this looseness has a huge effect on Chen Zhao, who has no cultivation.
This temple has a bit of a secret.
The emperor stood in front of the bell tower. The copper bell had been hung, the copper color was dark, and it looked ordinary.
According to what Chen Xiao and Chen Chen said, the strongest feeling is at the moment the bell rings.
He Divine Sense scanned it and found nothing, just an ordinary bell. He touched it with his hand, withdrew his gaze, and turned around again, but found nothing out of the ordinary.
Qin Tiexin From a distance, I saw a middle-aged man coming in from outside the mountain gate. He had an extraordinary bearing and steady steps.
The emperor has indeed come.
He did not come forward, but acted as he had agreed with his senior brother before, pretending not to know, and continued to receive pilgrims. Passing incense in his hand, chanting Buddha's name, he glanced at the middle-aged man who stood in front of the bell tower with his peripheral vision, and then walked away.
The aura on the big clock had been tampered with by my senior brother a long time ago.
Power of Faith dispersed into the entire temple through the bell tower without revealing any trace, and blended with the Spirit Vein, dragon aura and incense in the temple, becoming one integrated entity.
When the emperor came, he could only see a clean and solemn new temple, but not the foundation of the bell.
The emperor stayed in the temple for half an hour, then turned and left.
That night, he sat alone in the royal study and thought about it all night.
On the second day, a decree came down. Zhaoming Temple designated an area for the exclusive use of the royal family.
From now on, the royal family members will visit the temple regularly to pray for the Myriad Stars Dynasty.
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty only thought that the emperor valued Mingjue and this new temple.
Some people speculated whether the emperor had just finished attacking Buddhism and wanted to support Buddhism again; some people wondered whether Mingjue was going to take advantage of this to become a successful man, so he had to find an opportunity to curry favor with him as soon as possible.
Qin Tiexin understood that it was done.
The emperor wanted to give Chen Zhao a place to go to the temple for treatment in the name of praying for blessings.
It not only maintains the dignity of the court, but is not too eye-catching.
Three days later, the secret message arrived at Zhaoming Temple.
The little princess Chen Zhao went to Zhaoming Temple to rest for half a year.
The expenses are paid by the palace treasury, and the defense of the temple is temporarily taken over by the royal family.
Su Qing, as the chief medical practitioner, accompanied him to take care of him. The wording of the decree was ordinary, and there was no clue at all.
Qin Tiexin When he saw the Imperial City's large group of people rushing towards here, he knew it in his heart.
Chen Xi wants to take Su Qing out of the palace, it's done.
Qin Tiexin wanted to cure Chen Zhao, and it happened.
On the day Chen Zhao entered the temple, Qin Tiexin personally arranged the accommodation. He specially set the courtyard next to Ming'an's small courtyard.
The two small courtyards are separated only by a low wall. There are several newly planted vines climbing on the wall, and the air is moist and fresh.
First of all, the two little people are similar in age, Ming'an is only one year older, so they can be each other's companions.
Secondly, the string of beads on Ming'an's wrist still has some Power of Faith on it. I can't tell if they are the remnants of the big clock.
Keeping Chen Zhao closer has only advantages and no disadvantages.
Ming'an didn't know what the senior brother was planning, so he just thought it was a new neighbor.
He stood at the door of his courtyard, watching the maids and maids coming in and out, carrying boxes, blankets, and medicine bottles, and they were busy for most of the day.
After Chen Zhao settled down, he opened the door and went out for the first time, and happened to bump into Ming'an returning after reciting sutras.
The two little people met each other at the entrance of the courtyard.
One was wearing a moon-white monk's robe, one was wearing a light pink palace dress, one was bald, and the other was wearing two small knots. The wisteria leaves on the top of the low wall swayed gently in the wind, and two leaves fell.
Chen Zhao Be generous, take half a step back, bend your knees, lower your head, and fold your hands in front of you, in a decent manner.
"I have met little master Ming'an."
Ming'an I have never encountered this before. The little girl in front of me is neatly dressed and has a pale face, like a porcelain doll.
He felt embarrassed all of a sudden, and his ears felt hot and red from his neck to the tips of his ears.
He hurriedly put his hands together and returned the gift, "I... I have seen Princess Chen Zhao."
Chen Zhao smiled, revealing two rows of small white teeth and two shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth.
"My name is Chen Zhao, and your name is Ming'an." She counted them one by one with her fingers, "This place is called Zhaoming Temple. Our names are all in the name of this temple."
Ming'an made a big blush, saluted casually, turned around and went back to his yard.
I walked in such a hurry that I almost tripped over the threshold, and walked in without looking back.
Su Qing came out of the house and saw this scene.
She walked up to Chen Zhao and asked, "Zhao'er, who was it just now?"
"The little master Ming'an who lives next door." Chen Zhao said, looking over there. Ming'an's courtyard door had been closed, leaving only a crack.
"Little Master Ming'an is very smart and knows a lot about Buddhism." Su Qing said, reaching out to straighten out a strand of Chen Zhao's hair that was blown by the wind, "Zhao'er can ask little Master Ming'an for more advice."
Chen Zhao nodded.
"Zhao'er knows." She paused and then added, her little nose wrinkled.
"Ming'an, little master, has a very good smell."
Su Qing didn't answer and just smiled. She could probably guess what the smell was.
It's Power of Faith on the string of beads. This kid is very perceptive.
Ming'an returned to the room, closed the door, sat cross-legged on the futon, flicked the rosary beads, and recited scriptures silently in his mind.
After reciting for a while, the heat on my face slowly subsided, and the rosary beads slipped through my fingers one by one, making a soft sound.
In the bracelet, the remnant soul of Chengxin Buddha watched this scene quietly.
He suddenly remembered that he was like this a long time ago. He couldn't remember that person's face clearly, but the feeling was still there, like a ray of light falling on his body, warm.
"Ming'an." He said.
"There was a great pain in that little girl."
Ming'an's hand holding the beads paused.
"Pain?" He was a little confused and tilted his head. The little girl with dimples in her smile didn't look like she was in pain.
Chengxin didn't say anything more, Ming'an would know it by then, and he probably guessed senior brother Ming'an's intention of placing him here.
This first meeting passed in a few simple words.
Neither of the two children could have imagined how their respective destinies would be intertwined in the next few decades.
One wants to carry the incense of Zhaoming Temple, and the other wants to break free from the shackles of blood. From this moment on, the two threads are quietly entangled together.
Qin Tiexin stood in the courtyard next door, watching the movement next door from a distance.
He heard Chen Zhao's laughter, heard the soft sound of Ming'an closing the door, and also heard Su Qing's low voice.
Even he himself did not expect what kind of karma his "accidental arrangement" would sow.