The queen mother is charming

Chapter 190 She Still Has Rescue
Where did Jiang Bo go?

He went to Jiang's basement.

There, lying in a coffin made of ice, is the person he misses day and night.

He was still wearing bloody silver armor, which he would not be able to change in the future.

After killing Prince Qinghe, he came to see her non-stop.

These days of fighting and killing made him extremely tired, leaning on her quince, panting.

He said, "Queen Mother, I have come to the appointment."

After he rested for a while, he hugged Mu Qingchao.

"Where does the Queen Mother want to go?" He walked outside while talking to Mu Qingchao: "There is a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers outside the city. I don't know if the Queen Mother will like it. If the choice is not good, don't blame me. it is good?"

He spoke in a deliberative tone.

The cellar door opened, and outside the door, the Dawan horse he had been riding was already waiting there.

Jiang Bo reached out to touch the horse.

"Good horse, you can go too later," he said.

Just as Jiang Bo finished speaking, when he was about to mount his horse, he turned his head and saw a monk walking towards this side quickly.

"It's you!"

Jiang Bo recognized the person coming at a glance: "Master Huiren."

Master Huiren smiled at Jiang Bo: "It's hard to be a prince, but I can still remember the name of the poor monk."

How could Jiang Bo not remember this person?
When his father died and he was almost in pain, it was Master Huiren who found him.

He called him: "Little Prince."

He said: "Little prince, the poor monk is a monk from the temple outside the city. If you don't dislike it, you can enshrine your father and the hall in our temple."

At that time, Jiang Bo was only 13 years old, and he didn't know much about Buddhism, so he was disheartened and asked lightly, "Why do you want to enshrine it in your temple?"

"The former prince and the late concubine have immeasurable merits. If the young prince is enshrined in the temple of the poor monk, the poor monk can keep their spiritual lamps alive, and they will also bless the little prince in the sky to be safe and smooth, and to make his wishes come true."

What the monk said sounded a bit like a charlatan.

But after the death of his parents, he was the first person to tell Jiang Bo about this.

Most of them persuaded him to mourn, and some even avoided him.

Only Master Huiren told him to enshrine them and light the ever-burning lamps in front of their spiritual seats. If you miss them in the future, you can go to their spiritual seats to see them more.

That is Jiang Bo's only spiritual sustenance, just like if the ever-burning lamp does not go out, parents will always be there.

So he thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay."

Later, in the two years since he came back from the border, he often came to the temple to see his parents.

It's just that I haven't been there much recently.

"It's been a long time since I came to the mountain, how are you doing, master?" Jiang Bo asked the master.

"Please trouble the prince, everything is fine, don't worry, the eternal lamps in the temple are still burning, and the old prince and the old concubine are also protecting the prince in the sky."

After so many years, Master Huiren still tricked him into being that kid back then?

How can there be any spirit in the sky?
If so, why didn't they protect his beloved woman?
Jiang Bo didn't bother with him.

Only said: "Master, I still have something to do, so I will go ahead."

After speaking, he led his horse and started to leave.

But Master Huiren suddenly shouted behind him: "The poor monk said that he would help the prince to overcome three disasters, does the prince still remember?"

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, and was a little annoyed by him.

Just about to say something, Master Huiren said: "When the poor monk first met the prince, if the poor monk did not guess wrong, the prince wanted to commit suicide, right?

The poor monk enshrined his family for the prince, passed on the prince's mind, 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 startled.

He turned his head.

"That amulet is..."

Master Huiren smiled: "Two years ago, the poor monk had the honor to meet the little lady in the arms of the prince once."

"We met by fate, and the poor monk gave her a talisman."

Hearing Master Huiren's words, Jiang Bo's hand holding Mu Qingchao trembled slightly, his heart was eager, and he had a faint guess.

Although he also knew that it was unlikely, he still couldn't help asking with a trembling voice.

"Master is here today..."

Master Huiren smiled at him when he saw him like this.

"My lord guessed right."

In a word, Jiang Bo almost burst into tears.

Ever since that day, has he ever thought that maybe she could come back?

But how could such a thing be possible?
In order not to let himself fall into the abyss of despair, he forced himself not to engage in those unrealistic delusions.

So painfully awake.

But today, there is such a person, just tell him that she can still be saved...

Master Huiren walked up to Jiang Bo, and took a pill in Jiang Bo's hand: "The poor monk came down the mountain this time for the sake of the prince. Give her this pill, maybe it can save her."

Jiang Bo looked at the pill with eagerness in his heart, but he didn't know how to say thank you.

A word rolled in his throat for a long time before he could say it.

"But...but why?" he asked.

"I am not related to the master, so why did the master rescue him over and over again?"

But Master Renhui laughed: "My lord, I am merciful.

The sun rises and the moon rises, the stars turn and the stars move. Everything has its own laws, but if there are things outside the rules, there is no other, and it is God's intolerance.

Can't bear blood to flow into rivers, can't bear mountains and rivers to be broken...

Therefore, do not hesitate to go against the grain. "

Outside the rules?Perverse?

But Jiang Bo couldn't understand.

Watching Master Huiren say these words, he walked forward leisurely and leisurely.

"Master." Jiang Bo hastily called to stop him.

"What's the matter, my lord?"

"The Queen Mother, how long will it take to wake up after taking this medicine?" He asked.

"This..."

Master Huiren paused, "This depends on whether she is willing to wake up."

"The poor monk can only control her body, but not her heart. Everything depends on her."

Master Huiren was talking, and he was already walking far ahead, his wide cassock was swaying, looking relaxed and dissolute.

"Three rounds, goodbye, lord." Master Huiren's voice came from the front.

It's a little far away, and there seems to be some empty echoes, which actually have the meaning of Buddha's voice filling one's ears.

"Oh, now, I should call you the emperor.

Remember what the poor monk said, I hope you can keep those unbearable, stop fighting and killing, and return the world to a peaceful and prosperous 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.

"In the future, will I never see you again?"

He wanted to catch up, but saw the master in front of him turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared suddenly.

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, he spread his hands, and the pill was still in his palm.

(End of this chapter)