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Chapter 20 The Monk
"My lord, Master Xuankong also came to visit you three years ago, but you didn't see him." As soon as Xuankong was mentioned, Yuen Long's admiration was like a torrent of water, and he heard about the master Xuankong's martial arts attainments. It has reached a higher level, and has reached the point where no one has ever been seen before, and there will be no one to come after. It is much more powerful than those flying flowers, picking leaves and stepping on snow without trace.Idol, genius——

Hearing that it was the old monk who stood at the door of his house for three days and three nights three years ago and couldn't drive him away, he refused again with a bad tone, "See you. Give him some steamed buns and send him away."

"My lord..." Yuen Long was embarrassed. He is a master of martial arts, and everyone is vying to worship him. How many steamed buns will he give?It's too shabby!Well?Wrong, they didn't come here for alms...

Seeing Yuen Long standing still, Cheng Xi kicked him angrily, "Hurry up!"

"Wait!" Jing Jing put on the rouge, tidied up his clothes and came out from behind the screen, looking at Yuen Long, "The master Xuankong you are talking about is the eminent monk of Ganye Temple?"

"Back to the princess, exactly."

Jingyang Duan sat in a high position and recalled, "I once heard from my mother that Master Xuankong of Ganye Temple is an eminent monk who is proficient in Buddhism. When my father was alive, he had begged to worship him, but he refused. The father had a bad temper, and in a fit of rage, he ordered the accompanying Imperial Forest Army to behead the monks in the temple. Just as the Imperial Forest Army started to attack, there were bursts of ethereal Buddha's voice from the temple. Under the influence of the Buddha's voice, the Imperial Forest Army put down the butcher knife and fell to the ground Painful, even the emperor burst into tears and regretted it, and even revoked the massacre order himself in the end."

Yuen Long was dumbfounded, the first emperor was not only bad-tempered, he was cruel and heartless.All the massacres ordered by the former emperor, regardless of whether they are right or wrong, will be carried out, not to mention the Ninth Five-Year Lord, who speaks golden words, and there is no reason to withdraw and change everything that is spoken.This, Master Xuankong is really...an idol!

"Hurry up, hurry up, please hurry up." Cheng Xi also became interested, even the former emperor can handle it, who is so sacred?

After a while, Yuan Long led Master Xuan Kong to the two of them.

"Amitabha." Xuankong bowed in a salute neither humble nor overbearing nor obsequious, "The two benefactors are well."

Jingyang got up quickly, and respectfully stepped forward to return the salute, "Jingyang has met the master." At the beginning, the former emperor treated Xuankong with three points of courtesy, and it was not inappropriate for Jingyang to salute him as a princess.

In the end, Chengxi was a little presumptuous, touched his chin, looked around Xuankong three times, and finally stood still and murmured, "Five short stature, fat head and big ears, and a bitter melon face, nothing special. Was this evildoer shocked?"

Oh God!

Yuen Long clutched his forehead, suffering from a constant headache. If the rules of the palace allowed the following offenses, he would knock out the master who was offline and had a strange brain circuit as soon as possible, and packed him away.

Don't think that people can't hear you because your voice is low.Master Xuankong is a master of martial arts, Wulin Taishan!That is, the slight sharp sound of the opening of the chrysanthemum 'Bozhi' can be clearly heard the moment you go to the latrine and emerge.

Princess Jingyang also had a dark face, and poked him in the back, straightened the unlucky bastard behind her, and said with a smile, "I don't know what the master wants to do when he comes to the house?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk came here for the daughter of your family." Speaking of Cheng Yimo, Xuankong started to spin the beads in his hand, the great compassion for saving all sentient beings suddenly appeared in his eyes, and even his body faintly exuded sadness.

Jingyang was surprised, "Mo'er?"

Xuankong recalled the face he saw in the peach blossom forest a few days ago, and said in a low voice, "The daughter of your family, with the head of a tiger and swallows, the horns of the sun and the moon rising, the rhinoceros piercing the top, her eyes fixed, the phoenix pavilion piercing the sky, her hands hanging down on her knees , Fist in the mouth, tongue straight to the head, walking like a tiger, double phoenix eyes, this is a sign of great nobility in the method of physiognomy. It can make a daughter born with evil spirits, violent temperament, plus the appearance of wealth and honor, if you can guide it well in the future It must be extraordinary, if left to its own devices, it will surely be a disaster for the world in the future... Amitabha! There are many bones and corpses everywhere!"

There are so many bones and corpses everywhere!
With such a horoscope, Jingyang's back shivered in fright and his eyes went dark. If he hadn't supported her with quick hands and quick eyes, he would have fallen to the ground.

Jingyang's lips trembled, he wanted to ask something but couldn't ask, Master Xuankong was an eminent monk who was rumored to be able to peek into the destiny, such a prophecy from an eminent monk...

It was Guan Baobao's daughter, and Cheng Xi panicked, "Master, don't worry, we will strictly discipline our daughter in the future." Now that I think about it, my daughter's methods are indeed a bit cooler.

"Amitabha, if you can't get rid of Qianjin's evil spirit, no matter how much you discipline him, it won't help."

"This..." It's embarrassing, even strict discipline won't work?

Jingyang burst into tears with worry, "Master, please think of a way."

The focus of Princess Jingyang's concern is not the disaster of the world, but, "If this cruel and cruel method is spread, who will dare to marry Mo'er in the future—"

Princess Jingyang had unlimited expectations for Cheng Yimo. When Cheng Yimo was still in her womb, she was thinking that if she gave birth to a boy, she would teach him to read and write; A gentle, elegant, virtuous and virtuous lady, she will find a good husband's family in the future, with a virtuous husband and a filial son, so that she can live a happy life in peace and stability.But now...

"Woohoo! My poor son!" Jingyang cried sadly and fell into Chengxi's arms.

Seeing that his wife was so sad, Chengxi said anxiously: "Master, you should think of a way."

"Amitabha, the two benefactors don't need to be anxious. The poor monk came here for this." Master Xuankong clasped his hands together and said, "The little benefactor has a lot of hostility, which can only be suppressed with the boundless Dharma. The poor monk wants to take the little benefactor to the temple to practice sooner or later. Chanting scriptures and paying homage to the Buddha will wash away the sins of past and present lives.”

Hearing this, Cheng Xi and Jing Jing's eyes widened at the same time, "Being a monk?!"

My mother also, holy monk, you really dare to say it.

Even Yuen Long found it unbelievable, and tentatively reminded, "Master, our lady is a woman..."

Xuankong replied calmly, "The poor monk knows."

Then you know and ask her to go to the temple to practice with you.Yuen Long felt that the world was crazy, "Even if you really want to become a monk, you should go to a nunnery, how can you enter a monk's temple!"

"Amitabha!" The frank and sincere master Xuankong hesitated to speak, "...the little benefactor has too much hostility, and the Taoist nuns in the nunnery can't suppress it."

That's right, Yuen Long nodded in agreement, if the princess got angry, those weak and delicate Taoist nuns would not be enough for her to kill.

Princess Jingyang reacted and cried even more fiercely, "Wow! My poor son!" After entering the monk's temple, she can only be accompanied by the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, and the worldly splendor and luxury of the world will be missed.She Jingyang Ronghua lived her whole life, wearing silk and satin, and eating luxurious feasts, but her daughter could only eat porridge and side dishes and coarse linen clothes all her life.

"Woooo! Mo'er is still so young, her great youth has not yet begun, how can she be ruined in a poor temple. Woohoo!" Jing Jing obviously refused.How could her precious daughter be sent to become a monk? If word got out, her reputation would be completely ruined.In this era when reputation is more important than life, ruining your reputation is worse than death.

(End of this chapter)