There, lying in a coffin made of ice, was the person he missed day and night.
He was still wearing bloody silver armor that he would not have time to change.
After killing Prince Qinghe, he rushed to see her without stopping.
These days of fighting and killing made him extremely tired, and he leaned on her quince, panting.
He said: "Queen Mother, I'm here to keep the appointment."
After he rested for a while, he picked up Mu Qingchao.
"Where does the Queen Mother want to go?" He walked outside while talking to Mu Qingchao: "There is a good place with beautiful mountains and clear waters outside the city. I don't know if the Queen Mother will like it. If you choose poorly, don't blame me.
good?"
He spoke in a consultative tone.
The cellar door opened, and outside the door, the Dawan horse he had been riding was already waiting there.
Jiang Bo reached out and touched the horse.
"Good horse, you can leave later," he said.
Jiang Bo had just finished speaking and was about to mount his horse when he turned around and saw a monk walking quickly towards this end.
"It's you!"
Jiang Bo recognized the person at a glance: "Master Huiren."
Master Huiren smiled at Jiang Bo: "It's difficult for the prince to remember the name of the poor monk."
How could Jiang Bo not remember this person?
When his father died and he was almost in grief, it was Master Huiren who found him.
He called him: "Little Prince."
He said: "My young prince, this poor monk is a monk from the Kanwai Temple outside the city. If you don't mind it, please enshrine your father and your father's hall in our temple."
At that time, Jiang Bo was only thirteen years old and didn't know much about Buddhism. He was frustrated and asked lightly: "Why should I enshrine it in your temple?"
"The merits of the late prince and the late princess are immeasurable. If the young prince is enshrined in the temple of a poor monk, and the poor monk can keep their lamps burning, they will also bless the young prince in heaven with safety and success, and all his wishes will come true."
What this monk said sounded a bit like a charlatan.
But after that father and mother died, he was the first person to tell Jiang Bo this.
Most of them advised him to express condolences, and some even avoided him.
Only Master Huiren told him to enshrine them and light everlasting lamps in front of their spiritual tablets. If you miss them in the future, you can go to their spiritual tablets to see them more.
That is Jiang Bo's only spiritual sustenance, just like if the lamp is ever bright, his parents will always be there.
So he thought for only a moment, nodded and said: "Okay."
Later, during the two years after he returned from the border, he often came to the temple to visit his parents.
It’s just that I haven’t gone much recently.
"I haven't been to the mountain for a long time. How are you doing, master?" Jiang Bo asked the master.
"Excuse me, Your Majesty, for my thoughts. Everything is fine. Your Majesty, don't worry. The ever-burning lamps in the temple are still burning. The old Prince and the old Princess are also protecting the Prince in heaven."
After so many years, Master Huiren still treats him as the child he was back then?
Where is the spirit in heaven?
If so, why didn't they protect the woman he loved?
Jiang Bo didn't have any entanglement with him.
He just said: "Master, I still have something to do, so I will take the first step."
After saying this, he took his horse and left.
But he heard Master Huiren suddenly shouting behind him: "The poor monk said that he would help the prince to overcome three disasters. Does the prince still remember it?"
Jiang Bo paused when he heard the old monk's words.
He was busy committing suicide and was not in the mood to chat with him. He was a little annoyed by him.
Just as he was about to say something, Master Huiren said: "When the poor monk first met the prince, if the poor monk guessed correctly, the prince wanted to commit suicide, right?
The poor monk has dedicated his family to the prince, passed on the prince's inner teachings, and helped you cultivate martial arts.
This is the first time.
The second time, it was the amulet."
When Jiang Bo heard him say this, he was suddenly shocked.
He turned his head.
"That amulet is..."
Master Huiren smiled: "Two years ago, the poor monk had the honor to see the young lady in the prince's arms."
"We met by fate, and the poor monk gave her an amulet."
When Jiang Bo heard Master Huiren's words, his hand holding Mu Qingchao trembled slightly, and he felt eager and vaguely guessing.
Although he also knew that it was unlikely, he still couldn't help but asked with a trembling voice.
"Master is here today..."
Master Huiren saw him like this and smiled at him.
"Your Majesty guessed it right."
One sentence almost made Jiang Bo burst into tears.
Ever since that day, had he never thought that maybe she could come back?
But how is this possible?
In order to prevent himself from falling into an even deeper abyss of despair, he forced himself not to have those unrealistic delusions.
It was so painful to wake up.
But today, there was such a person who told him that she could still be saved...
Master Huiren walked up to Jiang Bo and took a pill into Jiang Bo's hand: "The poor monk came down the mountain this time for the prince. Feeding this pill to her may save her."
Jiang Bo looked at the pills with eager heart, but he didn't know how to say thank you.
The words rolled in my throat for a long time before they came out.
"But...but why?" he asked.
"Master and I are neither relatives nor friends, so why would Master rescue me again and again?"
But Master Renhui smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I am the Buddha who is compassionate.
The sun rises, the moon rises, the stars move, everything has its own rules, but if there is anything outside the rules, it is God's intolerance.
I can't bear the blood to flow into a river, I can't bear the mountains and rivers to be shattered...
Therefore, we do not hesitate to do the opposite."
Outside the rules? Going against the grain?
Jiang Bo didn't understand.
Seeing Master Huiren saying these words, he walked forward leisurely and leisurely.
"Master." Jiang Bo quickly stopped him.
"What else can I do, Your Majesty?"
"Your Majesty, how long will it take for her to wake up after taking this medicine?" he asked.
"This..."
Master Huiren paused, "It depends on whether she wants to wake up."
"The poor monk can only control her body, but he can't control her heart. Everything depends on herself."
As Master Huiren spoke, he was already walking far ahead. His wide cassock was swaying, and he looked comfortable and wanton.
"Three times, good-bye, Your Majesty." Master Huiren's voice came from the front.
It's a little far away, and there seems to be some empty echo, but it actually has the meaning of Buddha's sound filling my ears.
"Oh, now, I should call you the emperor.
Remember what the poor monk said, I hope you can retain your intolerance, stop fighting and killing, and restore peace and prosperity to the world.
This world has been in chaos for too long."
Jiang Bo couldn't understand his words more and more.
"Master, where are you going?" he asked.
"Will I never see you again in the future?"
He wanted to catch up, but saw the master in front of him turn into a wisp of smoke and suddenly disappear.
There was nothing in front of him, only the Dawan horse was still beside him, as if... everything just now was just his illusion.
Fortunately, when he spread his hands, the pill was still in his palm.