The beautiful woman was supported by Ye Yuan and slowly walked to the meditation room. Her expression was extremely complicated at this time.
Ye Yuan nodded and said directly without any intention of hiding anything.
"I know everything..."
Seeing that Ye Yuan wanted to continue speaking, the beautiful woman quickly stopped him.
"The walls have ears."
Ye Yuan shook his head and said with a smile.
"There is no need to cover up. I have isolated this small space so that no one outside can hear our conversation."
The beautiful woman looked up and down at the "little" monk next to her, her eyes a little uncertain, and she couldn't help but confirm.
"You are only eleven years old now, right?"
"Master said that I have good qualifications. Moreover, although your eldest son is only sixteen years old, he is also very strong. By the way, there is also a second son who is fifteen years old, and his strength is as good as his elder brother.
"
The beautiful woman's eyes were solemn, and she felt flustered for some reason.
She actually didn't know her son's cultivation level at all, they hid it so well.
What is the purpose of hiding like this?
Without even thinking about it, the answer automatically appeared in her mind.
She couldn't help but feel waves of sadness.
"Is this the reincarnation of fate? Is there really no way to escape?"
The beautiful woman was in a very complicated mood, burying all her thoughts deep in her heart, and then looked at Ye Yuan again, but hesitated to speak.
Ye Yuan vaguely understood what she wanted to ask, but he didn't have an answer.
…
The backyard of Bodhi Temple is not very big, so the two of them quickly arrived in front of the Zen room.
Ye Yuan opened the door and shouted.
"Master..."
All of Daoyue's mana was used to maintain his life, so he heard the footsteps of the two people immediately and knew who they were.
He said laboriously.
"come in."
After the beautiful woman sat down, Daoyue said.
"Queen, I'm about to die, I'm sorry."
The beautiful woman is Empress Wende's eldest son, nicknamed Guanyin Maid, whose name is unrecorded in history. She is the daughter of Sun Sheng, the eldest general of You Xiaowei in the Sui Dynasty, and the same mother and sister of Sun Wuji, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. She is also the queen of Li Er and Oedipus.
The mother of Li Zhi.
Ye Yuan had guessed the identity of the beautiful woman a long time ago and was not surprised. He just stood aside and listened quietly.
Queen Changsun said with a sad smile.
"Master, I'm serious, I'm not a dying person."
Dao Yue looked at the queen, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and a thick dark cloud almost completely suppressed the fate of the Tang Dynasty in her. She didn't have much time left.
Suddenly, he noticed something strange. It was not a desperate situation.
He gave his young apprentice a meaningful look, and then said.
"Amitabha, the Queen still has a chance."
A glimmer of hope arose in the Queen's heart, but she soon fell into despair.
"Oh, Master, there is no need to comfort me. Experts from the Buddhist and Taoist families have already shown it to me, and it has only been within the past two or three years."
Dao Yue nodded, and he agreed with this point. However, he did not lie and there was still a glimmer of hope. However, he could not get over it and said.
"I understand that the Queen's illness is just a symptom, not the crux of it."
"The real core problem is your own mental illness, coupled with resentment and karma."
Queen Changsun glanced at Ye Yuan subconsciously and said with blurred eyes.
"Yeah, they say...it's hard to save a fairy!"
Ye Yuan's face was expressionless, and he didn't feel strange at all. Dao Yue could see it, so how could he not see it.
Besides, Ye Yuan is better than him in both cultivation and medical skills, so he can naturally see things more clearly.
In fact, Empress Changsun should not have to bear this huge resentment and karma.
As the saying goes, every injustice has its own owner, and every debt has its own owner. These were all the sins committed by Li Er, and they should have been borne by Li Er.
It's a pity that Li Er is the emperor, and he is still an emperor in his prime. He is blessed by the dragon energy and has the help of a large number of powerful civil servants and generals. No matter how powerful the karma of resentment is, it can't really hurt him.
Therefore, the people around Li Er were unlucky, especially the queen and the prince.
The conversation in the meditation room continues.
"Although it is difficult for gods to save you,...the person who untied the bell must tie the bell."
Empress Changsun was startled, but she vaguely understood what he meant, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"It can't be solved!"
How can the murderous hatred be resolved?
Daoyue said no more and closed his eyes very tiredly.
Queen Changsun could understand. After all, one look at Daoyue's current state and knew that his body could no longer hold on.
On the way out, Queen Changsun hesitated for a long time before requesting Ye Yuan.
"Can you... not hurt the next generation?"
Ye Moran took a long time before saying.
"I have no grudges against them, so why should I hurt them?"
…
In the dark Zen room, Daoyue was lying on the bed, his breath weak.
Ye Yuan sat beside the bed, holding a pill in his hand and persuading him.
"Master, take medicine..."
Dao Yue waved his hand with difficulty, he didn't want to eat, and murmured to himself.
"Aren't you always curious about how I got this injury?"
Daoyue said minding his own business.
"Actually, in the ninth year of Wude, I was invited by my old friend Wei Guogong Pei Ji to unite a group of experts and work together to help the prince. As a result, human power could not withstand God's will after all, and we were actually eaten back by the dragon's energy..."
Ye Yuan sighed thoughtfully.
"I never thought it would be like this."
"Yeah, we never thought that the fortune of the country in the Tang Dynasty's prince could not be compared to that of a prince."
Ye Yuan also sighed.
"Yeah, who would have thought?"
Dao Yue looked at Ye Yuan seriously and asked.
"Bianji, have you made your decision?"
"What?"
Ye Yuan was a little confused and didn't know what Dao Yue wanted to ask.
Dao Yue grabbed Ye Yuan's wrist, stared into Ye Yuan's eyes, and said very solemnly.
"Bianji, whether you seek revenge or not, I will not interfere as a teacher. I just hope... that you will not lose your true intention."
It turns out to be this!
Ye Yuan said seriously.
"I understand, Master. In fact, without me taking revenge, he will naturally taste the bitter consequences."
Dao Yue asked curiously.
"How to say?"
Ye Yuan thought of the change of throne in the Tang Dynasty and said with a strange expression.
"For the sake of the throne, killing brothers, killing brothers, and imprisoning the biological father will have no consequences."
Is this just fateful reincarnation?
Daoyue didn't know what kind of mood he should feel. Should he be happy for himself? Or should he be sad for the people?
Ye Yuan wanted to try again, so he advised.
"Master, take the medicine. Senior brother still wants you to teach me."
Daoyue shook his head and refused again.
"Bianji, I can feel it. The deadline is coming. It's tonight. If you let Bianyan come in, I'll feel relieved if I take more care of your senior brother from now on."
Ye Yuanyuan had made up his mind and could not change it. He had no choice but to stand up and call Dialectics in.
Dialectian seemed to have a premonition of something, and as soon as he came in, he threw himself on Dao Yue, crying and shouting.
"Master."
Dao Yue was out of breath and had a very painful expression on his face.
Ye Yuan saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly pulled Dialectian up to prevent him from crushing Dao Yue to death.
It will be funny then. A generation of eminent monks did not pass away by themselves, but were crushed to death by their disciples.
Dao Yue felt a little more comfortable now that there was no heavy weight on his body. Even though he had a good temper, he was not angry at all.
"My master is not dead yet!"
Dialectical wiped his tears and stood there sheepishly, like a child who had made a mistake.
"Dialectic, from now on you have to be calm, don't be impatient when things happen, and discuss with your junior brother more often, you know?"
"knew."
Dialectical nodded. He knew that the master was explaining the funeral arrangements, and tears fell uncontrollably.
It made Dao Yue even have the urge to cry.
However, he held back and comforted him.
"Don't be sad. I have practiced Buddhism for many years as my master. After my death, I will go to my own place. Of course, our master and disciple will still meet each other in the future."
…
At ten minutes in the middle of the night, Daoyue suddenly became full of energy. Under the gaze of his two apprentices and his daughter, he sat cross-legged and passed away.
"Master!"
Looking at the crying dialectic, Ye Yuan and Nannan just silently recited the rebirth mantra.
Ye Yuan knew that the old monk still couldn't cultivate enough and couldn't go to the Western Paradise at all. He just reincarnated.
Influenced by Ye Yuan and Nannan, Dialectian finally stopped crying and imitated Ye Yuan's actions.