Dongfang Chen turned around, and his back was as cool as a fossil. He seemed to have grown up several decades in an instant, and he was slightly hunched.

Wushuang wanted to say something again, but she finally had nothing to say. She sat there silently, looking at her pale self in the mirror as if she was a different world.

Pengfei came over to take the medicine and said in surprise and distress: "Sister, what's wrong with you? Your face is so ugly?"

Wushuang waved, "I'm fine, I just want to take a break-"

Pengfei obediently retreated and closed the door. Wushuang suddenly felt like a deflated ball and could no longer have the courage to continue the war.

The two of them had subtle changes, how could they escape the hundreds of eyes in the palace? Everyone knew that the emperor and the queen had a quarrel.

Those palace concubines please Dongfang Chen like moths to the fire. Dongfang Chen, who has always been cold, was out of the ordinary and refused everyone.

Both of them are stubborn and do not want to be humble. The low pressure in the palace has been calm.

The days pass by calmly and without waves, but the undercurrents below are getting more and more surging.

The closer it was, the more irritable Wushuang became. On this day, she wore a white dress without any decorations and came to Daxiangguo Temple to worship Buddha.

Perhaps the more bloody a person is, the more he wants to believe in Buddhism, and hopes that the Buddha can clear his sins.

Outside the Main Hall, the tide-like Sanskrit sounds rose up layer by layer. The entire Daxiangguo Temple was submerged in the morning class of monks. The thousand-year-old temple was shining brightly in the morning glow. A drop of morning dew slowly flowed and dripped from the copper tiles in front of the hall, hitting the bluestone, and a scene of the Buddha land on earth.

The bronze tripod in front of the Buddha's statue was rolling red flames. The little shaman silently threw pieces of nanmu square bricks into the treasure tripod. The smoke with fragrance rushed straight to the dome, like a huge yarn hanging in front of the Buddha.

"Disasters..." In the curling smoke, someone whispered the Buddha's name, "Amitabha".

After singing the Buddha's chant, the Baoding cigarette suddenly became confused, and the dense smoke dissipated. The Sakyamuni, who was standing on the rosette, sat like a little compassionate corner of his eyes, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the people of the world. The old monk who was slowly dying in the smoke screen bowed his eleven times, and he was speechless for a long time.

Wushuang slowly walked into the hall, stood in front of the huge Buddha statue with his hands behind his back, looked up and looked at the smiling Buddha statue.

The old monk who knocked on the wooden fish sighed, his snow-white eyebrows trembled slightly, and he didn't look back, and said softly: "The female donor is here!"

"Master!" Her white clothes and black hair swayed with her steps as she moved forward. Wushuang walked to Master Wuchen and bowed her eyes.

Monk Wuchen pointed to a cushion in front of him and signaled Wushuang to sit down. She curled her clothes and crossed her knees. Monk Wuchen stared at Wushuang's eyes intently. Wushuang didn't care much, so she let him observe it.

"Your disaster has come!" Monk Wuchen looked at Wushuang's seal hall with a loud sound.

Wushuang was slightly stunned, but after pondering for a while, she suddenly laughed.

Wuchen was a little surprised, "Why do you laugh? I will never exaggerate."

Wushuang shook his head, "I don't mean that. I believe what the master said. It's just that I think good and bad things depend on each other, and the water of the ruler can be overcome in one step."

Wu Chen looked at her meaningfully, and after pondering for a long time, he shook his head, "I think the water you mentioned is a great disaster in the world."

"The master practices Zen and worships Buddha for life. The wisdom of Prajna Emptiness Zen is beyond our reach. However, although I am stupid, I think that Mahayana Buddhism is not for birth and cannot be saved by entering the world, but I only sit and talk about mystery. The sufferings in the world are only meditating on one's sufferings, and it is not what the world wants. Whether it is good or evil, the Buddha... I will eventually need the demon to pass on..." Wushuang's long eyebrows were slashed, and there was a sharp energy like a blade between the eyebrows.

"Okay! OK! OK!" Wu Chen said, "About appearance, my three-no practice, you are not as good as those of the Buddhists, but you are well aware of the truth of the world and have excellent wisdom. You are both the world's people who participate in the Buddha and practice Taoism. Buddha is wisdom, and you understand the mystery of the world. Monk Wu Chen sighed.

Wushuang smiled: "The things in the world are nothing more than going through thousands of disasters before they can see the lotus."

Wuchen clasped his hands and said, "But even though the matter of emotions has gone through thousands of disasters, there are no good results."

Wushuang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why did the master say this?"

Master Wuchen looked compassionate and stared at Wushuang, saying word by word: "Today's saints and even those with the most affectionate nature have committed a lot of murder for the donor. Youdao is the one who untied the bell and tied the bell. The donor is originally a smart person, so why should he be entangled in the past and not let go? If you are willing to give up, you will gain. If you don't let go of your obsession, you may be afraid that the people of the world will experience wars again."

Wuchen took out a brown scroll tied with red rope from his sleeve, blocked by fire paint, and placed it in Wushuang's palm.

Wushuang was shocked. The red rope seal and the fire lacquer seal are the highest seal of Buddhism. Buddhism has always regarded five positive colors. Red is the first among positive colors.

"You are strong by nature, but you are easily controlled by evil spirits. Because the demon enters the Buddha, it is like riding a horse to the side of the abyss. If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss and fall straight into the Hell of the Uninterrupted. One day, when you are not aware of your advance or retreat in the demon world, I hope you can see this scroll and see your mind and nature."

Wushuang put his hands together and nodded and saluted: "Thank you for your advice."

Wuchen still looked out the window and said lightly: "With Zen but not Pure Land, nine out of ten people will be wrong."

Wushuang's eyes became clear and Wushuang asked softly: "Master, what is Pure Land?"

Wuchen then turned to look at him, his eyes flashing with a glimmer of light: "In the heart of the donor, what is the Pure Land?"

Wushuang thought about it and replied solemnly: "The world is peaceful, the world is restored, all living beings are equal, without resentment, without regret, without hatred, without regret."

"Amitabha Buddha." Wuchen couldn't help but lower his name. "The heart of the donor Bodhisattva is everywhere in Pure Land."

Wushuang thought for a while before nodding: "Master, I understand."

Wuchen said, "Although the ants are small, they are also life. Please have mercy on the donor."

Wushuang smiled: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely not commit more murder."

"Good, good, the donor's kindness will be the people of the world." Wu Chen said to him with his hands. "The little monk thanked the donor for his behalf."

"Master is so serious." Wushuang smiled humbly. "Master is giving me some advice, and I should thank the master."

Wuchen twisted the rosary and closed his eyes with a smile: "I am reborn in the Pure Land, not pure or dirty, the donor will walk well!"

Wushuang gave up and left, Master Wuchen closed his eyes and sighed: "The deep love does not last long, too much is not as good as bad luck... bad luck, bad luck!"

When Wushuang walked to the bottom of the mountain, the bronze death bell rang on the mountain, and Master Wuchen passed away...

Wushuang dressed in white and slowly walked into the sedan chair and headed towards the Northern Qin Palace.

As soon as I entered the palace, I heard something big happened in the palace.

Hegongjun learned that Concubine Wang was frightened and was resting her fetus, but many mice came from somewhere to the Yigong Palace.

Concubine Wang was timid by nature, and suddenly the rat was dead. In frightened, she fell to the ground and had a miscarriage!

Concubine Han Shu revealed that Su Murong received rat medicine from the Imperial Hospital, which had a lot to do with her. Su Murong had a private aphrodisiac in her bedroom, intending to charm the emperor.

These two things Su Murong did were both taboos in the palace and were locked up for a moment.

When Wushuang returned to the palace, she found that the atmosphere was not right. As soon as she came in, two eunuchs asked her to go to Cining Palace with a serious expression.

Empress Dowager Chunyu sat in the middle with a bad expression. The concubines of all sizes dared not speak, while Concubine Han Shu looked as if she was ready to die.

Seeing her coming, Dongfang Chen glanced at her and looked elsewhere again in a blink of an eye.

"Cheng Wushuang, Concubine Han Shu said that you have seen Physician Lin interact with Su Murong. Do you think this is serious?" Empress Dowager Chunyu said sternly.

Wushuang nodded: "Yes, this matter is absolutely true. It will be revealed by the instructor of Doctor Lin's question."

Su Murong was blocked and could not speak. He looked at Wushuang with resentment, his eyes were bloodshot.

When Doctor Lin came, he lowered his head, no one looked at him, and knelt on the ground with a plop.

The Empress Dowager slapped the table and said coldly: "Is this harem in chaos before the Ai family died? Lin Zicong, according to fact, have you had an apology with Su Murong and want to harm Concubine Han Shu?"

Doctor Lin kowtowed without saying a word.

Empress Dowager Chunyu was furious: "Come here, let me slap the Ai family, see if he tells the truth?"

Doctor Lin stopped kowtowing and looked at Su Murong steadily, with a desolate light in his eyes, and kowtowed three times to Dongfang Chen: "I wish you goodbye to the emperor!"

After saying that, he flew towards Bao Long's pillar. The eunuch next to him did not stop him. For a moment, Doctor Lin splattered blood on the spot and died immediately.

Su Murong was so fierce that he broke free from the palace maid who held her, pulled out the masturbation from the exit, flew towards Cheng Wushuang, and said sternly: "You framed me, you framed me, bitch, bitch--"

Wushuang pinched her wrist and gave her a little motivation. Su Murong's face was distorted in pain, and she said intermittently: "You clearly gave me the aphrodisiac flower - you also told me that Wang Guipin is pregnant, hahaha, I understand, it's not that easy for you to stay out of trouble, not that easy -"

The little eunuch hurriedly pulled her back to her original position, and there was already a faint blue-purple mark on Wushuang's neck.

Wushuang said lightly: "I tell you that Meiren Wang is pregnant, but no one hurts her. The last time I went to the guardrail, I also proved that you wanted to murder Meiren Wang!"

She took out the red coral earrings from her sleeve, which made Su Murong's color change drastically, and she was so troubled that she couldn't speak.

Empress Dowager Chunyu said in disgust: "Su Murong's personal morality was corrupt, and he conspired to murder the emperor's grandson and gave him poisoned wine."

For a moment, Su Murong was forcibly dragged out, and the atmosphere in the room was as cold as iron.

Dongfang Chen looked at Wushuang in a stern manner, suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood, which made the concubines in the palace scream in shock.

Empress Dowager Chunyu was shocked and pointed at Cheng Wushuang and cursed: "Witch, how many people have you harmed since you returned to the palace? If you hadn't been in the middle, how could the emperor vomit blood?"

Wushuang felt nervous and said hurriedly: "Empress Dowager, I understand the doctor a little, let's see what's wrong with the emperor?"

Empress Dowager Chunyu protected Dongfangchen and slapped Wushuang in the face, saying hatefully: "I will destroy her, and I will soon destroy her title as queen, and take her into custody. If the emperor has a few shortcomings, the Ai family will spare you!"

Wushuang stood there in a daze, not daring to look at the bottomless look.

He was surrounded by many concubines, but his eyes were separated by the crowd, and he looked at her steadily, as if his heart had been broken into millions.

Wushuang was held by others, and he felt his back was like a thorny light and his eyes were sore.

This is just the first step to retaliate against him, and I feel soft-hearted?

Wushuang knelt quietly in front of the Buddhist temple and murmured, but no one heard what she was saying.

The inner contradictions and struggles were like two sharp swords, constantly shaking her heart, just like when she killed someone for the first time, Liangzhi was fighting with the demon.

Master Wuchen's words echoed in his mind:

"Although the ants are small, they are also life. Please have mercy on the donor."

"Good, good, the donor's kindness will be the people of the world. The little monk thanks the donor for his behalf."

He stretched out his hand, looked at the messy palm lines in his white palm, and clenched his fists slowly.

Is it right or wrong for her to do this?

Zhuifeng appeared silently in front of her: "Master——"
To be continued...