Cao Jingchun hurriedly left Yongkong Temple. When he came outside, six guards came up to him. Meng Zhizheng, a tall and burly man with white hair as white as silver, came up to him: "I just received the news that the Imperial Master has just left the Great Miaolian Temple and is going to
Royal Palace.”
"Okay!" Cao Jingchun smiled: "It's just the right time for the Imperial Master to leave seclusion."
He kept walking and strode out in rapid strides.
Meng Zhizheng smiled and said: "As soon as the imperial master comes out of seclusion, we will have nothing to worry about!"
"Exactly." Everyone else smiled.
Fa Kong was thoughtful.
It seems that the national master has a high status in their hearts, which makes them, top masters, admire him so much.
His eyes glowed with gold, and he cast his gaze towards the Forbidden Palace, where he saw an old monk walking slowly.
The old monk was wearing a purple and gold cassock, which was similar to the purple and gold cassock he was wearing. Obviously, they were not common things.
With a white beard and eyebrows, sagging skin, wrinkles all over his face, and even a few age spots, he looked like someone who was about to die.
His tall body was slightly bowed, his eyelids were drooped, and he seemed to be sleeping, which made people worry that he would fall asleep while walking.
Behind him were two young monks.
The two young monks were both very impressive, but one of them, Fakong, recognized him as none other than Monk Yuande.
Monk Yuande was following the old monk step by step.
The old monk's steps were slow, as if he had thought about each step before taking it.
Take one step, then stop, take another step, stop again, then take the next step, stand firm and then take the next step.
But his one step is ten steps farther than an ordinary person's.
So he seems to be walking slowly, but he is actually walking very fast.
Fakong speculated that his Qinggong was similar to shrinking the ground into an inch. Normally, one step is ten steps away from others.
Once you start, it may not only be ten steps, but a hundred or even hundreds of steps. It is an extremely light skill.
Fa Kong withdrew his gaze, thoughtfully.
He has no intention of meeting the Imperial Preceptor yet, but is just curious about what magical powers this Imperial Preceptor has that makes Cao Jingchun so excited and confident.
Everyone had dinner in the outer courtyard of Kongang Temple, but Chu Ling had no intention of returning to the palace directly, which was very unusual.
Xu Qingluo, Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu didn't say much, as if they didn't realize she was abnormal, but Lin Feiyang couldn't help but ask.
Chu Ling's beautiful face drooped: "Leng Feiqiong entered the palace today."
Lin Feiyang said in surprise: "She just entered the palace today? I thought she had already entered the palace."
Chu Ling rolled her eyes at him.
Lin Feiyang said: "Sooner or later, your highness is still angry?"
"I thought I didn't care anymore." Chu Ling shook her head and said, "But she really entered the palace, but I couldn't help it."
Fa Kong is noncommittal.
This is human nature, so there is no need to take it too seriously.
"Sister Chu, what did she do after entering the palace?" Xu Qingluo asked.
She has always avoided mentioning this issue because she was afraid of making Chu Ling sad, so she couldn't afford not to open any pot.
Now that Chu Ling took the initiative, she took the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity.
She was extremely curious about Leng Feiqiong.
Although from the perspective of his friend Chu Ling and the relationship between his master and the Tianhai Sword Sect, Leng Feiqiong is considered an enemy.
But Leng Feiqiong became the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect as a daughter, and she was able to make Emperor Chu Xiong die-hard. She was both admirable and curious, and wanted to find out what Leng Feiqiong wanted to do and the purpose of entering the palace.
She doesn't believe that Leng Feiqiong is just doing it for feelings.
There must be other intentions.
But what exactly this intention is, I am afraid it is difficult for others to guess.
She felt that Fa Kong knew, but if Fa Kong didn't tell her, she wouldn't be able to dig it out. Maybe she could get some clues from Chu Ling's mouth.
Chu Ling snorted and said, "She didn't do anything. She just entered the palace, so of course she had her tail tucked between her legs."
Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "She doesn't need to tuck her tail, right? Who doesn't know that she is the emperor's favorite person?"
"That's different." Chu Ling shook her head and said, "In the harem, it's not just the father's favor that can run rampant, there are also the emperor's grandmother and other noble concubines."
"With her methods, can these be settled?" Xu Qingluo said: "Why did she want to enter the palace?"
Chu Ling frowned: "It seems that I have a ten-year agreement with my father."
"In this way..." Xu Qingluo said: "Do you think she has other purposes for entering the palace?"
Chu Ling hummed: "I definitely want to become a queen, and my mother will honor the world."
Xu Qingluo was thoughtful and shook her head slightly.
She felt that this was not the purpose.
Leng Feiqiong definitely wants more than this.
Of course, if Leng Feiqiong really wanted to become the queen, this step would be extremely powerful. If she had entered the palace in the first place, she might not have been able to become the queen.
After all, she was born with congenital limitations and it was almost impossible to become a queen.
Now, ten years of waiting outside the palace have proved that her love with the emperor is stronger than ever, and her extraordinary ability, and she has also gained a strong enough identity and status.
Entering the palace at this time, with a strong momentum, and becoming the queen will give people a sense of success.
But she intuitively told herself that Leng Feiqiong's goal was not this.
Fakong said: "Since you don't want to go back, then go to Lingkong Temple and spend some time with the Queen."
"It couldn't be better." Chu Ling said.
Thinking of this, she got up and walked out: "Monk, please comfort your mother. She is very sad and in pain now."
Fa Kong nodded.
According to his observation, the queen was not so sad and painful, but was unusually calm. This was not a forced calm.
It's the realization after seeing through.
This is a rare opportunity to step into Buddhism. The opportunity has arrived. If you give a little guidance at this time, the queen may become a generation of divine nuns.
But he thought about it and finally gave up.
Leng Feiqiong is not a conservative woman, nor is she a member of the IKEA family. She entered the palace just to get revenge on Dayun.
The most suitable person to be a queen is a queen.
Chu Xiong may understand this now, or he may not understand it now, but he will understand it in the future.
In short, Chu Xiong will definitely hate himself deeply if he really leads the Queen into Buddhism and completely associates with the Qing Deng Ancient Scroll.
What's more, for the queen, the palace is more suitable for her, not the temple.
early morning
After having breakfast, Fakong came to Lingkong Temple and the monastery, where he saw the queen busy in the vegetable garden.
She was clothed in commoner clothes, her hair was gently pulled up, and she did not apply makeup. Her skin was still crystal clear and moist like mutton fat and white jade. She had phoenix eyes and a beautiful nose. She was truly a natural beauty.
Seeing Fakong appear, she smiled sweetly: "The magical fruit is indeed the divine water, it has already sprouted."
In just a few days, the vegetable seeds I planted all sprouted.
In such a cold winter, buds can still sprout. It is really unusual, and it also shows the wonder of the divine water.
Fakong nodded: "Everything has its own vitality. No matter how impossible it is, if you try to do it, there will always be a chance."
"There is something in what Master said." The queen smiled and said, "Is it because of Miss Leng entering the palace? Ling'er is just making a fuss. In fact, I knew it would happen, so I don't feel so uncomfortable."
Fakong came over the past two mornings and chatted with her mostly about Buddhist scriptures and anecdotes about Shenjing, but Leng Feiqiong was not involved.
The main thing is to avoid irritating her.
Now it seems that the queen is stronger and calmer than imagined.
Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.
The Queen said: "Master, can I take refuge in Master now?"
"Empress," Fakong shook his head: "The opportunity has not come yet."
"It's not here yet?" The queen frowned slightly: "Master, my heart is like ice and snow now. I can see through the world of mortals, but the fate of Buddha has not yet arrived?"
Fakong said: "There is a mutual relationship between existence and non-being. The empress thinks that she has seen through the mortal world and cut off the worldly fate, but in fact it is just an illusion."
The Queen said: "Master, I am all alone now. Isn't it considered that I have cut off the worldly ties?"
"Empress, you are not alone. Your Highness, the Emperor, and the Queen Mother are all bound by you." Fakong said: "In terms of the depth of earthly connections, the Emperor is worthy of many people."
"...That's it." The queen nodded lightly: "Master is overly worried. I escaped into Buddhism, which is exactly what the emperor wanted."
She immediately understood what Fakong meant.
The emperor has not given up on himself and will never allow himself to enter the empty door. This is the biggest fetter.
She had great faith in Fakong's judgment.
Hearing this, she felt sour in her heart, but she didn't know what to say.
It is impossible to say that she does not resent Chu Xiong. She is not a saint, but a normal woman. How could she not be sad and disappointed.
But at a time of despair, hearing Fakong's judgment made me feel a little relieved.
Fakong shook his head: "Your Majesty, you are belittling yourself. Since Your Majesty's heart is like ice and snow, don't be impatient and just cultivate your mind and nature slowly."
"Alas!" The Queen sighed helplessly: "If I live here, I will bring trouble to you, Master."
Fakong smiled and said: "This is Lingkong Temple. The emperor personally issued an edict to invite me to be the abbot. There is no problem for the empress to be here."
"Thank you for your hard work, Master."
"My Majesty, don't say such unreasonable words." Fa Kong said warmly: "My Majesty, please calm down and watch slowly."
In the small pavilion by the lake in Xinghuawu, Dugu Xia Qing is reading a book.
The lights were as bright as day, making her eyes shine.
Fa Kong suddenly appeared.
Dugu Xia Qing raised her head and smiled.
She has an ordinary appearance, but her smile is extremely beautiful.
She then raised her eyebrows and looked at Fa Kong in surprise, sensing the change in Fa Kong's aura, because Fa Kong didn't want to hide it from her, but deliberately let go of his aura so that she could sense it.
She neatly pulled out the long sword on the stone table, and the lake-like sword light enveloped Fa Kong.
A clear light flew out of Fa Kong's sleeves and mixed with her clear light.
"Ding ding ding ding..." With a clear sound, the two people flew out of the small pavilion and fell into the lake like feathers.
The two of them walked on the lake as if they were on the ground, and the sword light was like water, continuous and inexhaustible. It was impossible to tell whether it was subtle or not, because it was beyond the scope of what the naked eye could see.
All he could see was light, and no sword in sight.
A quarter of an hour later, the two of them stopped suddenly and fell back into the small pavilion. Dugu Xiaqing's eyes were burning and she could not suppress her excitement.
The harvest this time was too huge.
She was also trapped in the Four Symbols Realm and could not move up. Her sword power seemed to be exhausted, and she was unable to cut through the obstacles and move further.
At this time, she was stimulated by Fukong's sword skills, which re-infused her strength, and she once again felt the aura of breaking through obstacles.
Fakong was reciprocating his love and helping her.
After the two sat down, Dugu Xia Qing poured two glasses of wine, drinking and chatting in front of the moonlight.
The two of them unknowingly talked about the assassination of Dayun's princes.