Fenghuang kept moving forward until the mysterious and beautiful temples appeared on the mountains in front of her, Xiyue's eyes suddenly lit up.
Suddenly,
He reached out and touched his forehead, how could he forget about it?
There are three temples here. One is for tomorrow, but it was smashed by the people when the prince was messing around. I don’t know if it is still there. One is my own, and I don’t know if the incense is full or not, but I should know if I think about it.
, no one goes to worship it, it belongs to the Seventh Prince.
The phoenix flew straight towards the temple of the Seventh Prince and stopped in front of the courtyard in front of the temple.
Two camellias were in full bloom, very red and very beautiful. There was constant incense in the temple, and people were coming in and out - still mumbling, asking the emperor to bless them...
Xiyue and Mo Qin stood in front of the courtyard, looking at this small but very exquisite temple, feeling very comforted.
Since the seventh prince ascended the throne as the emperor, the incense here has been very prosperous. The people do not ask for anything else, they only hope that the emperor can be diligent and caring for the people, so that the Jin Yao Dynasty can have good weather.
The two of them walked into the temple slowly, feeling a solemn and solemn feeling rushing towards them. The sandalwood fragrance was light and refreshing, making people smell it very comfortable.
All the Buddhist tools here are new, and many people are kneeling in front of his tall and handsome Buddha statue, praying silently.
Xiyue silently took the incense stick from Mo Qin's hand, knelt in front of Xuanjing's Buddha statue, and worshiped three times——
…
"Xuanjing, after receiving the incense, you will be resurrected soon."
Slowly closing her eyes, Xiyue whispered in her heart. When she opened her eyes and was about to stand up, she heard the sound of hurried and heavy steps behind her.
And there are many.
After handing the incense to the monk in charge of the temple, Xiyue, like everyone else, turned and looked towards the door.
But they saw dozens of officials from the court leading up and down, running into the temple together, and before they even entered the door, they all started crying——
"emperor……"
"Our Emperor..."
"Your Majesty, has your immortal soul returned? Your Majesty, the Jin Yao Dynasty cannot live without you, Your Majesty..."
…
The whole court was filled with people kneeling, large and small, and people were kneeling outside the temple. The people who didn't know the truth, listening to all this, looking at all this, were dumbfounded, as if they were stupid, and suddenly they didn't know who was there.
There was a shout in the middle.
"The emperor died in battle."
For a time, the people also knelt down and started crying.
The sadness of the common people and the officials in the court was real, and they were really sad for having such an emperor.
Xiyue and Mo Qin looked at all this and felt better in their hearts. In this way, Xuanjing was still very popular, and the people shed sincere tears for him.
He lowered his head and let out a long sigh, but when he blinked, he found that the light in his closed fist gradually flickered.
In surprise,
Xiyue stood up quickly, raised her hand, and looked at the fist.
Mo Qin raised his eyes and looked at the shining golden Buddha statue in front of him. His heart moved and he led Xiyue towards the Buddha statue.
While everyone was grieving, looking at these two elegant figures who looked like direct immortals, they all forgot to react -
I don’t know how long it took,
Until Xiyue discovered that the closer she got to his elephant, the clearer her fist became, when a cold voice behind her shouted——
"May I ask you two, who are they and why do they want to be so close to our emperor?"