While Song Qingyue was working hard to promote the great cause of scientific education, the old nun in the temple began to act like a monster again.

For the first time, he said that Song Qingyue should study Buddhist scriptures since he had come to the temple to clean up the temple, and asked Song Qingyue to copy the "Yam Leng Sutra", "Diamond Sutra", and "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra" seven times each.

Song Qingyue got the scriptures and opened the first page of the "Yam Lung Sutra", and her brows were furrowed: "I heard that for a while, the Buddha was in Shiluofa City. He was only in the Huan Jingshe, with the great monks. One hundred and fifty people. They are all great Arhats without leakage. They are the abbots of the disciples of the Buddha. They are good beyond all things. They are able to achieve majesty in the land. They turn the wheel from the Buddha. They have wonderful testaments. They are pure and pure. They promote the three realms..."

"WTF!"

After only reading for a few seconds, Song Qingyue closed the scripture.

It was really hard work for Master Tripitaka to translate it. Song Qingyue also listened to Buddhist lectures in her previous life, but she really couldn’t understand it. It was not as easy to understand as the "Book of Changes" that Li Zhao told her. Song Qingyue thought that she could not understand such profound Buddhist teachings with her own IQ. , decisively handed the scriptures to Mo Ran to practice calligraphy.

Mo Ran is the best among the Mo Li Pavilion's calligraphy writers. The old nun has never seen Song Qingyue's handwriting, so the arduous task of copying scriptures should be left to Mo Ran. It is enough to get through.

After that, the old nun discovered that Song Qingyue slept until very late every day and didn't get up until late every day. She sent the little nun to wake up Song Qingyue every day before it was time to do morning lessons with the monks and nuns in the temple.

Morning classes consist of meditating and reciting the Shurangama Mantra or the Great Compassion Mantra.

The cross-legged meditation posture in Buddhism is simply deadly. You have to put both feet on the thighs. Song Qingyue felt that her knees and ankles were about to be broken by the group of nuns. She howled in the hall like a slaughtering pig: " It hurts, it hurts! Uuuuuuuuah! You are a group of evil people who torture living people in the name of Buddha! Buddha will not forgive you! Ah, it hurts so much!"

"Shut up! Miss Song San, are you going to blaspheme Buddha?"

"Bah! The person who blasphemed the Buddha is obviously you, you old nun! Ooooh, it hurts so much, Your Highness! Husband! Brother Azhao, please come back and save Yue'er! Yue'er is about to be bullied by these nuns. died!"

Song Qingyue was struggling and yelling, but Zeng Maozhi couldn't stand it. He suddenly appeared and pushed the group of nuns away, stopped him in front of Song Qingyue, and said seriously to Master Jingxuan: "Master, please don't torture on purpose. Our Crown Princess!"

"Torture?" Jingxuan was frightened by the man who suddenly jumped in. "Who are you? How come you are here? This is where the women do their morning lessons. Men are not allowed in! Get out quickly! "

Zeng Maozhi clasped his fists and said: "I am the personal bodyguard of Prince Su, and I have been ordered to protect the safety of the Crown Prince. Please don't harm our Crown Princess!"

"Ha!" Jingxuan seemed to have heard some joke and said: "Prince Concubine? Miss Song San is already a tonsure and a monk, and has nothing to do with Prince Su's palace anymore. Please leave as soon as possible!"

"Master Tai! The Crown Princess is still the Crown Princess! The Holy One only allowed the Crown Princess to come here for purification. The palace did not write any divorce documents, and the Holy One did not issue an edict to demote her to a commoner. She is still the Crown Princess of Prince Su's Palace, and she is still a commoner. Master, please be more respectful!"

What Zeng Maozhi said was so righteous, Song Qingyue lay on the ground at the right time and wailed: "It hurts so much, my knee is about to break, wuwuwu, it's about to break!"

At this time, another row of black-clothed guards appeared at the entrance of the main hall, frightening Jingxuan's face even paler. The group of old nuns behind her who wanted to teach Song Qingyue a lesson were also frightened by such a formation. move.

I have never encountered anything like this.

Which of the women who come to this temple has not been abandoned by her family? How can anyone be accompanied by so many servants?

What's more, all of them are fierce guards with swords.

Just these nuns in the temple who usually do menial work can't beat them!

Mo Ju and Mo Lan came in with their heads lowered and helped Song Qingyue out who was still yelling.

Zeng Maozhi clasped his fists towards Master Jingxuan and led the group of men in black whooshing a few times before disappearing.

In the main hall where morning classes were held, there was a buzz of low voices.

Jingxuan shouted: "Quiet!"

She glanced at the crowd with a ferocious face, and everyone silently shut their mouths.

"Don't stop, keep chanting!"

Jingxuan was so angry that she was dizzy. Until she walked back to her meditation room, her body was still trembling slightly. She slapped her palm on the table and said to the little nun who was waiting for her: "Yuanhui, grind ink!"

I want to write to Your Majesty!"

Several young nuns with sallow complexions and thin bodies were so scared that they shivered when they saw the master being so angry.

Jingxuan quickly wrote the memorial of complaint and handed it to a stout middle-aged nun, asking her to send the letter to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

However, it was impossible for Song Qingyue to ask her to deliver the letter. The nun who went to deliver the letter was intercepted halfway. Zeng Maozhi threatened her with a knife and asked her to go back and "answer properly." The nun who delivered the letter just

I had never seen such a cruel person before. He was so scared that he fell to the ground with tears streaming down his face. He begged for mercy and promised to "answer him well."

In this way, Jingxuan sent three letters to the palace one after another, but they all fell into disgrace and no news came back.

Song Qingyue had a peaceful life for a few days.

When she was writing the chapter "Refraction of Light" in the physics textbook, she suddenly thought of modifying the telescope.

So he wrote down the light-gathering rules of convex lenses in detail, and drew the designs of microscopes and high-power telescopes. He asked Zeng Maozhi to hand them over to the cave, and attached a note: You can try to install a sight on the long-distance musket.

telescope.

She also drew a schematic diagram of a sniper rifle with a scope.

Time quickly came to the winter solstice, and the princes who had been imprisoned for a long time were finally released to their respective homes. Only the third prince, Prince Su, was left pitifully forgotten by the emperor's father in the imperial mausoleum.

Prince Shen, the deposed prince, once again stood in the court. In the streets and alleys of the capital, children's songs about the deposed prince traveling to the south of the Yangtze River and destroying embankments with beauties were heard. All kinds of mutual impeachments and memorials of criticism were piled up like a mountain.

The emperor's dragon collapses...

As if God was aware of this, at the end of November, a once-in-a-century heavy snowfall fell in Beijing and the North Zhili region.

Countless houses were crushed and crushed, and people who froze to death were everywhere. White sails and white lanterns were hung all over the streets and alleys, while the sad cries were buried by the snow that was almost as tall as a person.

The emperor's newly recovered body was crushed again by the sudden heavy snow.

On the anniversary of the Queen's death, the Emperor fainted in front of all his ministers!

Martial law was once again imposed in the capital, and the entire city was enveloped in a depressing atmosphere.

Song Qingyue, who was practicing in the temple, thought about the children in the south of the city and wanted to go down the mountain to visit. However, Jingxuan not only refused to allow it, but also used the emperor's illness as an excuse and asked Song Qingyue to use blood to copy the "Infinite Life Sutra" and "Sangha Sutra".

"Zha Sutra" and "Diamond Sutra" each have one volume to pray for Your Majesty.

Because the Chinese New Year was about to come, several eunuchs from the palace came to the temple and asked everyone in the temple to repay his favor by collectively chanting sutras and praying for His Majesty. Song Qingyue could not resist in front of the eunuchs in the palace, so she was caught by Jingxuan and slit her wrists on the spot.

A large bowl of blood water was put out.

That’s a big bowl!

Song Qingyue looked at,! She had never donated so much blood in her previous life! That’s all!

It was really painful and scary at the time, and I didn't know whether it was because of anger or excessive blood loss. I felt dizzy for a while, and my eyesight went black.

He was carried back to his room by several maids and lay there for several days.

After New Year's Day, the eunuchs in the palace left. Song Qingyue immediately called Zeng Maozhi in and asked: "Master Zeng, is there any way that can't be found out and make life worse than death?"

She was really angry this time. If she didn't take revenge, she would write her name upside down!

Song Qingyue is not a real bun, nor is she a coward. She usually only tolerates everything because she knows she can't fight Li Zhao.

But a powerless old nun in the temple actually dared to poop and pee on her head?

I'm really going to be pissed off!

Zeng Maozhi looked at the Crown Princess's still pale face and felt angry in her heart!

He nodded and whispered a few words into Song Qingyue's ear. Song Qingyue sneered and said, "That's it!"

That night, after Jingxuan returned to the house, he was served by the attendants as usual, who washed his face and rinsed his mouth. After taking off his clothes, he lit some soothing incense and fell asleep.

In the quiet night of Wan Lai, Zeng Maozhi sneaked into her room, snuffed out the soothing incense, then came to the teacher's bed, moved his fingers first, and then touched the teacher's body from top to bottom, and then only heard the clicking sound -

- Zeng Da's secret guard took apart all the joints in Jingxuan's body, and then with another clicking sound, he put back the joints that he had just dislocated.

Jingxuan woke up in a burst of severe pain, but her limbs were now weak and unable to move. Zeng Maozhi grinned at Master Tai in the dark, raised his hand and removed her chin with a click, and with a little more skill in his hand, he flicked his fingers.

He cracked the joint at the junction of her jaw and then floated away.

Zeng Maozhi was much more polite to the other dozen or so old nuns who acted as Jingxuan's thugs and pressured Song Qingyue to bleed. Instead of letting them suffer, he fainted directly and threw them on the way down the mountain, leaving them to fend for themselves in the heavy snow.

It doesn't matter if someone finds their bodies when the snow melts. It's just that they slipped and fell while going down the mountain.

At dawn the next day, the little nun who usually served Jingxuan had not seen Master get up for a long time. She knocked on the door several times and finally heard a faint sound inside. Then she opened the door, went in and took a look, and screamed in surprise.

The charcoal fire in the copper furnace had long since burned out, and the room was as cold as the outside. Master Jingxuan's eyes were protruding, her mouth was crooked, her saliva was drooling, and she made hoarse and indistinct sounds. The joints all over her body were red and swollen.

, the whole person was lying softly, unable to move.

The little nun was so frightened that she hurriedly went to find her senior sisters to see what was going on.

"Is this a stroke?"

"I look like I have an allergy!"

"But why do I think it's rheumatism?"

Several little nuns talked to each other, and they discussed whether to go down the mountain to ask for a doctor.

One of the little nuns wore a thick coat and hat and was about to go down the mountain when another little nun, who looked older, reached out and stopped her.

"What's wrong?"

The senior sister who stopped her hesitated for a long time, lowered her head and clasped her frostbitten hands, and said, "Master, isn't it good to be like this?"

Several people looked stunned for a moment, and then their expressions became subtle.

On weekdays, Master Tai's requirements for everyone are extremely strict, to the point of being almost cruel.

Before these little nuns were sent to the mountain, they were all wealthy and pampered ladies. Each of them was sent to the mountain by their family because of mistakes, unknown fate, or various other reasons. They were sent to the mountain by this Jingxuan.

The master has been tortured for a long time by changing his methods.

Just because Jingxuan herself is the daughter of the clan, her seniority is quite high, she can be regarded as the generation of her great-aunt, and she has a distinguished status. Also because of her seniority, the palace has always respected her, so no one has ever

Dare to resist her, but who is not filled with resentment?
To be continued...