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Chapter 254

The next day, I really got up before dawn.

Because the morning service at Yuanjue Temple is from the second quarter of Yinzheng to the second quarter of Maochu, that is, from 4:30 to 5:30, those who truly sincerely worship Buddha will arrive before 5:30.

And even if Tang Shijin practices martial arts, he only gets up at half past five. Besides, he hasn't practiced at all for a while. Is it okay to sleep until he wakes up naturally every day?

So after I managed to get up, I was still sleepy and my eyes were full of tears.

Yan Baiwei saw her dazed and couldn't help laughing: "Are you really so sleepy? I'm carrying you on my back?"

Tang Shijin waved his hands, but he was still wilted. Yan Baiwei directly lifted him up and carried him on his back, saying at the same time: "Don't fall asleep, otherwise you will catch a cold easily."

In the Tang Dynasty, Jin Nuonuo said: "I'm sleepy, so I have to walk."

Yan Baiwei coaxed her softly: "Don't be afraid, I'll talk to you."

He said: "You are here, do you have anything you want to ask?"

"No," Tang Shijin said, "I can't control my fate. It's more practical for me to make money with my own hands."

Yan Baiwei laughed: "Then you have offered incense. Wait for me there for a while. I want to ask Master Wu Ming a few questions."

He explained to her: "Master Wu Ming usually doesn't come out. I have to go to the back to find him, so the time may be a little longer. I will try my best to come out within half an hour. You are not allowed to run around, do you hear me?"

Tang Shijin said: "Oh."

While chatting, we went up the mountain. There were actually a few people outside who were waiting to burn incense sticks. Tang Shijin didn't fight with them. He just waited for the morning class. Then he went in to burn incense sticks, paid for the sesame oil, and was alone again.

They added oil money to the ever-burning lamps of the Wei family.

After coming out of the main hall, Yan Baiwei signaled to her, leaving half of the people with her, then turned and walked back, while Tang Shijin strolled here by himself.

This temple has a good reputation, but it is very quiet. There is not even a person selling incense, candles, and paper money outside. Tang Shijin is not naturally interested in the cold environment of the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha. He walked around and found a place to sit down.

He looked back and forth at the person offering incense.

Over there, Yan Baiwei went to the back.

He and Master Wu Ming were old acquaintances and had an irreversible friendship. After getting to know each other by name, he directly entered Master Wu Ming's meditation room.

Renyi and others quickly dispersed to look around.

Master Wu Ming said kindly: "Your Highness."

Yan Baiwei waved his hand urgently: "Don't call me that again."

Master Wuming nodded, and Yan Baiwei said: "To be honest with you, master, I want to... return to the East Palace. What do you have to say, master?"

Master Wu Ming: "Then may I ask, Your Highness, where did this thought come from??"

Yan Baiwei said: "I was poisoned before and my life was short-lived, so I couldn't do anything. After I recovered, I have been thinking about this problem. I thought about it carefully, it's not all for Jin'er, and it's not all for the people.

Because of my acquaintance with Jin'er, I gradually sympathized with the suffering of the people, so I came up with this idea."

Master Wu Ming nodded.

Yan Baiwei said: "Is this wrong?"

"It has nothing to do with right or wrong." Master Wu Ming said: "Even if you have this thought for one person, it is not wrong."

Yan Baiwei nodded and hesitated for a moment.

But he could never forget the song she sang after drinking: "The people admire me because my ancestors are in the sky. They bathe me in the spring rain and give me a good harvest."

Then he added: "Master, is Jin'er an ordinary person? Does she have anything to do with what I am planning?"

Master Wu Ming shook his head: "You can't say."

Yan Baiwei frowned slightly.

The Buddha said it cannot be said. Indeed, many eminent monks often say this, but Master Wu Ming rarely says this.

Did he think wrong?

Yan Baiwei was silent for a long time: "Will we share the blessings and misfortunes throughout our lives, and share the joys and sorrows?

Master Wu Ming still shook his head: "It can't be said."

Yan Baiwei frowned: "Master, what does this mean?"

Master Wu Ming said: "It depends on you."

"Look at me? What do you mean?"

Master Wu Ming said: "The female benefactor is tenacious and decisive in doing things, but your character is undecided. Therefore, the road ahead is unpredictable and good or bad is difficult to predict."

Yan Baiwei was stunned.

He didn't expect that today, at this age, he would be given such a judgment by Master Wu Ming.

As a former prince who has been "dead for many years" and can only live under the name of others, he really doesn't know if he has the desire to return to the East Palace at this time, or to seize the world, right or wrong, so he has to come.

Meet the master of ignorance.

This is the purpose of His coming today.

As for the others, even though he asked, he already had the result in his mind.

But he never expected that when he was in a dilemma, Master Wu Ming did not stop him, but when he was determined, Master Wu Ming could not explain it clearly?

Undecided?

He was once the crown prince of the Eastern Palace, surrounded by more than a dozen teachers, and experienced the most stringent teachings. Every gesture, every word, every expression, had rules. He received several letters of advice every day, and did countless homework...

...but think they are loved.

Even if every time I see my father, I never see his smiling face, and every word is scolding... I just think that this is a strict father.

He must love him, otherwise he would not give him the position of prince.

It wasn't until later, when I encountered an accident and narrowly escaped death, that I realized that everything had changed.

News of his "death" has spread throughout the world, and his fourth brother has taken his place.

He just wanted to see his father again, but he was poisoned by him himself.

After that, it was a series of things.

After his mother's death and the disappearance of the An Ning Hou Mansion, he finally understood that he and his mother had been a joke from beginning to end.

It turns out that his father never loved him.

After that, he wandered around the world, knowing that he would die, so he never deliberately did anything or made friends. Then, he met Tang Shijin.

This is an accident within an accident.

From the age of three to fifteen, the only person he got along with was his teacher, and he could only see his mother occasionally. After the age of fifteen, the only person he got along with was Xi Yuanmu. In this way, it really was after he met Tang Shijin that he lived his life.

She was so smoky and interesting that he couldn't stay out of it.

But he hasn't known her for too long, so even though he has experienced so much, he still doesn't have "experience". Is it because of this that he was judged as "undecided" by the master?

Yan Baiwei murmured all the way with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed.

Tang Shijin sat on the roadside, holding his chin in his hands and looking at people.

Yan Baiwei frowned when he saw what she was looking at was a young man wearing a student shirt.

He stepped forward quickly and was about to speak when he saw Tang Shijin suddenly stand up. Then she quickly caught up with the two people and said, "This aunt!"

The young man and the aunt had dull expressions and did not hear anything. Tang Shijin still called out twice, then quickly walked around to them and stretched out his hand: "Auntie, did you drop this little needle?

"

When the aunt saw the small golden lock in her hand, her eyes suddenly opened wide.

Then she said blankly: "I, I..."

Her face was full of confusion, her voice was trembling, and she was speechless.

The young man next to her was extremely thin and looked at her intently with a complicated expression.

Tang Shijin said: "I saw it fall from you with my own eyes. If it's not yours...then maybe it's a manifestation of the gods?"

"Yes! Yes!" the aunt said tremblingly: "It must be a god appearing! Buddha bless you!"

She turned around, facing the direction of the main hall, and kowtowed as hard as she could.


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