"Eji, Eji, aren't you happy? Why are you crying?" Timur's eyes were round and round. He was about to continue saying something but was pulled away by his second brother, Dala Mabala, who was behind him.
"Please be quiet for a while. My father is ill now, and Eji is in a bad mood." His voice was light, sounding like a warm spring breeze.
Timur has always been lively and active, but he always listened to his second brother and eldest brother. So he stood aside obediently and waited quietly.
Kuokuo calmed down her emotions and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Eji is very happy. Eji is fine." She looked at her two sons and felt even sadder. Although she gave birth to Zhenjin.
Three sons, but none of them could leave a place in his heart. If that bitch enters the palace, even if she is Han, but if she can give birth to a boy in the future, what will happen to her son? Thinking of this, at the sight of
The room was once again covered with a layer of coldness. She would not allow such a thing to happen, absolutely not.
Dama Bala felt his mother's mood change and secretly looked at the closed door.
At this moment, two people came out of the side hall. An old man wearing a black cloak and a monk wrapped in cassocks. Although he had never seen them before, Dala Ma Bala guessed the two men at a glance.
The identity of the person. He bowed and saluted, and called out in a humble manner: "Master National Preceptor, Zen Master Haiyun."
A gleam of light flashed in Haiyun's vast eyes, but a peaceful smile hung on his face, "How do you know me? I have never met you."
"I have never met you either."
Dala Ma Bala looked at the two of them levelly, neither humble nor arrogant, and said slowly: "I heard it mentioned by the servants in the mansion, and when I saw the two masters' dressing, I naturally knew about it."
Zen Master Haiyun nodded with satisfaction, "Are you interested in Buddhism?"
Da La Ma Bala looked at him, not quite understanding the meaning of Zen Master Haiyun's words, but he still answered honestly: "Occasionally I read Buddhist scriptures."
"You are not in good health, but you have a predestined relationship with the Buddha. Are you willing to follow me in practice?" Zen Master Haiyun asked directly.
Dala Ma Bala didn't expect that he actually wanted to accept her as his disciple, and before he even opened his mouth, he heard Kuokuo's genuine rejection in his ears.
"No, he is the son of King Yan, how can he practice with you?" Kuokuozhen pulled Taramabala behind him, for fear that the person in front of him would snatch his son away.
However, Zen Master Haiyun was not angry, but just shook his head, "His causes in the previous life were not good, and the results in this life will naturally be bad. Fortunately, he has a Buddhist connection. If he follows Lao Buddhist practice, he will live longer. Glory and glory.
Wealth is just a fleeting thing, and life is often lost in these illusory things. You are his best friend, and if it is for his own good, he should make his own choice."
"This..." Kuokuozhen looked embarrassed. Although he was reluctant to give up, he didn't know what to do. His son had indeed been weak since he was a child, and the imperial doctor in the palace speculated that he would not live to be eighteen years old.
If practicing with Zen Master Haiyun can make her son safe, shouldn't she stop it?
Da La Ma Bala smiled, with clear eyes, "I understand what the master said. After my father recovers from his illness, I am willing to practice with the master."
Zen Master Haiyun nodded with satisfaction, glanced at Grand Master Danba beside him, and the two of them walked toward the room where Zhenjin lay.