The four women, Meng Qinghe, were dressed in white monk robes and were spotless. They were sitting on the futon with solemn expressions, their eyes slightly lowered, and their red lips murmuring Buddhist scriptures.
The wooden fish are tapping rhythmically, and the sound makes the main hall and the surroundings become peaceful and peaceful.
Outside the threshold of the main hall
A sturdy middle-aged man looked at the golden Buddha statue in the main hall with a gloomy expression.
His face is like a crown jade, his appearance is handsome, and his expression is gentle and serious.
Next to him stood a beautiful woman as frail as a willow branch, holding a baby in her arms.
The beautiful woman's gorgeous clothes are made from Mingyue Silk Embroidery produced by the most famous Mingyue Embroidery House in Daqian.
At first glance, it looks like pure white silk, but upon closer inspection, you can vaguely see complicated patterns in the light...
The baby was wrapped in layers of golden silk, with its eyes closed tightly, its face turned blue, and its breathing was rapid.
If he wasn't breathing, one could not help but think that he was dead.
But his breathing was too rapid, making people worried that he would be unable to take a breath at any time and hold it back.
The beautiful woman glanced at the baby in her arms from time to time, and then looked up at the Main Hall, anxious.
The middle-aged man is as calm as water.
Just as the beautiful woman couldn't help but want to speak, a soft force suddenly fell from the sky and fell on the three of them.
The burly middle-aged man and the beautiful woman clearly felt this power.
Most of this power fell on the purple-faced baby.
The effect is immediate.
His rapid breathing suddenly became relaxed and sparse, and his frown slowly relaxed.
The beautiful woman was overjoyed.
What kind of master can't be found in the palace? What kind of medicine master can't be found?
There are many people who specialize in healing the broken heart, claiming to be able to heal human flesh and bones, but in the end they are still helpless.
Each of them is very famous, but it doesn't help.
In the end, we still have to seek help from Master Fa Kong in Daqian and King Kong Villa.
King Kong Villa is indeed worthy of its reputation.
A burst of power directly changed the critical state of the Nineteenth Prince.
She knew that this was the famous rejuvenation spell.
She had only heard about it before, and it was so miraculous that she didn't think it was the key to saving her life.
Because I have seen too many holy hands and miracle doctors, claiming that they can save lives with just one breath.
But none of them worked.
The rejuvenation spell is also very famous, but she feels that it may not be able to save her son. It seems that God likes her son too much and wants him to go back as soon as possible.
I just followed the emperor here with the intention of giving it a try.
Seeing this change now, hope suddenly surged out, filling her heart, and her already desperate eyes suddenly brightened.
She hugged the baby tightly and stared at him without blinking.
Watching his breathing become more and more steady, the blue color on his face quickly faded as his breathing changed.
After just twenty breaths, his face turned slightly rosy, and the lifeless energy was rapidly leaving his body.
The body of the beautiful woman, as delicate as a willow branch, trembled gently, like a weak willow supporting the wind.
She shook slightly, her whole body was so limp that she could hardly stand.
Dayun Emperor Hu Lieyuan stretched out his hand to support her and said warmly: "It seems that Nineteen is saved."
"Your Majesty..." Imperial Concubine Miao Huiru pursed her red lips tightly, and tears could not help but overflow her eyes, sliding down her white jade face.
Hu Lieyuan patted her shoulder and said softly: "I have suffered so much for you, Hui Ru, but I am finally relieved this time."
Miao Huiru pursed her red lips tightly, nodded vigorously, looked down at the Nineteenth Prince, and saw his increasingly rosy face, she couldn't help but smile.
Her bright eyes were still full of tears, and the smile on her face was bright and moving.
"Amitabha!" Meng Qinghe slowly rose in the soft and melodious sound of the Buddha's call.
When she was as tall as a person, she gently uncrossed her legs, placed them on the ground, stepped out of the hall's threshold, and came to the two of them.
"Thank you, Mrs. Yuanchun!" Miao Huiru said hurriedly.
Hu Lieyuan titheed and remained silent.
He had nothing to say.
After all, he still needed their help, especially since he had planned to deal with them earlier, which seemed even more embarrassing.
They must have known, otherwise they wouldn't have left one step ahead.
How could such a coincidence happen?
Therefore, there is only one reason why Monk Fakong's great supernatural power can see through himself, and even his own future and Dayun's future.
This is too scary.
In particular, Monk Fa Kong's influence and reputation are getting bigger and bigger. If this continues, there will really be trouble.
If everyone becomes a believer of Monk Fa Kong, then who is the emperor of Dayun, himself or Monk Fa Kong?
Once Monk Fakong wants to harm Dayun, there will probably be countless informants, and there will even be countless people who follow his call to boycott, oppose, or even rebel.
At that time, civil strife broke out, which gave Daqian and Dayong an opportunity, and Dayun's country was really in danger.
I am by no means an alarmist, nor do I think too seriously, but a real threat, so Monk Fakong cannot stay.
But now it seems that the time to kill Monk Fakong has been lost.
Monk Fakong is too strong now.
Especially this time, she contacted Monk Fakong through Yunxuan and wanted to invite him to the palace to help treat the Nineteenth Prince.
But Fakong actually saw through his own thoughts and avoided it again.
So what chance is there?
It seems that we can only ask the Tiangang Palace to take action and kill Fakong at all costs.
He was filled with murderous thoughts, but his face was calm and gentle.
Meng Qinghe said softly: "Your Majesty, noble concubine, the prince was born weak. Now with the support of the rejuvenation spell, it can only strengthen his vitality without causing his death. As for reversing the weakness of the body, it is beyond the power."
"Master Yuanchun, is there nothing we can do?" Miao Huiru asked hurriedly.
Meng Qinghe pondered for a moment and said softly: "Empress, if you want to cure the nineteen princes, only the abbot can do it. Our Buddhist mantras are not powerful enough."
"Master Fakong!" Miao Huiru looked at Hu Lieyuan.
Hu Lieyuan said slowly: "It is enough to alleviate it."
"Yes." Meng Qinghe paid the tithe, returned to the Main Hall, sat back on the futon, closed his eyes again, moved his lips lightly, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.
The faint sound of Buddhist scriptures, coupled with the sound of wooden fish, created a peaceful, solemn atmosphere.
Hu Lieyuan looked over and found that the Nineteenth Prince Hu Houjun had opened his eyes, looking at him with his red face and big eyes.
Hu Lieyuan smiled and reached out to touch Hu Houjun's hair.
Miao Huiru smiled happily and shook him gently.
Hu Houjun slowly moved his eyes away from Hu Lieyuan's face, then turned to look at Meng Qinghe and the four girls, staring at Meng Qinghe and the others intently.
He listened to the sound of wooden fish and chanting, with a smile on his face.
Seeing him like this, Miao Huiru couldn't help but smile.
Hu Lieyuan frowned, shook his head and said, "We should go back."
"emperor……"
"Come back tomorrow and continue to trouble Master Yuanchun and the others," Hu Lieyuan said.
"Yes." Miao Huiru then smiled.
Hu Lieyuan titheed, turned around and walked out.
Miao Huiru nodded as a salute, hugged the nineteenth prince Hu Houjun and walked out. Unexpectedly, Hu Houjun suddenly started crying.