Since Yu Xiang woke up from his dream and knelt in the Buddhist temple for a day and a night, the old lady felt sad. Every day when she opened her eyes, she asked if there was any war report on the northwest battlefield and if the marquis had sent messages.

The servants shook their heads in addition to shaking their heads.

The old lady turned to ask Yu Xiang what dream she had. Yu Xiang just covered her chest and shouted in pain. Her miserable little look said that the old lady was not sure whether it was true or false, so she had to give up and then hurried to find the doctor.

After such a struggle, more than half a month passed. The old lady's attention was finally attracted by another thing - the monk Kuhai from Zhenguo Temple returned home and set up a sign for people with destiny to meet him. At least three or five days or ten days, she had to go out to the sea to pay homage to the Buddha in Tianzhu.

Speaking of Monk Kuhai, he was really the most legendary figure in the Han Dynasty, no doubt. Seventy years ago, the founding emperor, Saint Ancestor, was just a small Qianhuhou. He was fortunate to draw the King of Monk Kuhai in Guangji Temple and talk to him. Before leaving, Monk Kuhai gave him a painting of cursive painting, and wrote two sentences: "The dragon travels to the nine heavens, and the five continents underground are the same."

Poetry is not a good poem, but the characters are good words. The Emperor of the Holy Ancestor framed it and hung it in the room. It was not until the day he ascended the throne that he realized that this was his destiny that he had been asking the monk Kuhai and refused to explain - the destiny of the Nine Five, the supreme world. No one would have thought that a small thousand-household marquis would become the master of this vast land in a few years.

After that, the emperor issued an imperial edict to be renamed Zhenguo Temple. The signature of Monk Kuhai became a divine object that everyone in the Han Dynasty flocked to. Now seventy years have passed, Monk Kuhai still looks like that back then, as if time has forgotten him.

Because of this, his status becomes more transcendent and more desirable.

When the old lady got the news, she immediately sent someone to prepare a carriage and wanted to go to Zhenguo Temple.

"Let the girl wear more clothes for Xiang'er and don't catch a cold on the road." She reminded her worriedly.

Ma Ma stood in the corridor and looked at the sky, hesitating, "Old Madam, it's raining heavily outside, and it's hard to walk on the road. It's better to go there another day."

"I have to go on the first day of the scriptures, otherwise there will be more and more people in the future and I can't squeeze in. Today, the Crown Princess will definitely go there, so it's just a convenient way to borrow her." The old lady waved her hand.

Ma Ma was unable to do so, so she had to run to the west wing in the heavy rain and ask Yu Xiang to prepare quickly. It was strange that the heavy rain was so loud that she wished she could pour out all the water from the nine heavens. Yu Xiang had just finished dressing up and looked out the door and the rain stopped. A beam of golden sunlight pierced the clouds and fell on her head, making her already fair face look like the chalcedony soaked in a thousand-year-old cold pond, pure and holy, and the dust flying around her added a bit of agility to her.

Ma Ma stood there and looked at her for a while. It was not until Yu Xiang raised her strange eyebrows to her and then came back and pushed her out.

When the grandparents and grandsons arrived at Zhenguo Temple, they saw that the princess's car frame had been parked outside the door. Many guards patrolled around with swords and halberds. When they saw the idle people, they went forward to expel them.

Yu Pinyan is now fighting far away in the northwest. If he returns from a victory, he will not be able to inherit the mansion of the old Yongle Hou and become a general of cavalry, and take charge of millions of troops. He is the prince's most trusted subordinate and the prince's most relied on to help him. In terms of personal friendship, the old lady just handed the message, and the prince's concubine sent someone to welcome him, which made the noble ladies who were unable to enter the family with jealous eyes red.

The group greeted each other and sat down and chatted with each other.

"Captain Princess can draw the lottery?" the old lady asked curiously.

"No, no one of the 100 people who came with this palace today won the lottery. It can be seen that they have no chance to be Master Kuhai, and they prayed for blessings and listened to the scriptures in the main hall. After the hour, they went back." The Crown Princess shook her head and smiled bitterly.

Monk Kuhai is a monk of the Han Dynasty. Anyone who has the word "God" has a lot of unruly factors lurking in his bones. He does things and speaks based on his personal preferences. Monk Kuhai is extremely accurate in his face, but he can see through the future of life and death, but not everyone can calculate it, and he also pays attention to a fate method.

He asked the craftsman to build a huge rotatable tab, divided into two layers, blocked by a partition in the middle, which can accommodate a total of 50,000 tabs. The person who asked for the lottery turned the tab and then pulled out the partition in the middle, and when all the tabs fell to the bottom, bent down and picked up one at will. If the lottery king was drawn, it means that the person asking for the lottery was destined to be with the monk Kuhai, he would talk to you, and no matter what you asked, you could get the answer from him.

Fifty thousand signs, one chance. In the seventy years since the founding of the Han Dynasty, only the Emperor of the Holy Ancestor was lucky enough to draw the winning sign. In this way, whenever the monk Kuhai returned to the capital to meditate, the people who went to Zhenguo Temple to ask for signs were wave after wave, wishing to flatten the mountain. The royal family had naturally booked the venue a few days ago, and it was the turn of the nobles a few days later. If the civilians wanted to enter, they had to wait until all the dignitaries in the capital had been there once before.

The old lady and the princess sighed for a while. Seeing that the princess and the queen's family had all been sucked, she took Yu Xiang over.

"I am responsible for the rotary drum, you are responsible for picking up the sign. When the rain falls later, don't hesitate. Just pick up what you like. Both seeing and not seeing are the word "fate" and "not too extravagant." The old lady reminded softly.

Yu Xiang nodded and agreed.

The two of them clasped their hands together and secretly recited the Bodhisattva blessing. The Crown Princess and the noble ladies stood aside and looked forward to it.

The draw was very heavy. The old lady only turned twice and then sweated all over. She tried to turn three times before pulling out the partition. There was a crisp sound, and the thin stick made of bamboo strips fell like raindrops. A little novice monk reached out and said, "Please choose one within two breaths. If you choose it after two breaths, you will not be able to get the master."

If you choose one within two breaths, there is really no possibility of cheating. Yu Xiang didn't wait for all the bamboo sticks to fall, so he reached out and grabbed one from the air and handed it to Xiaoshami.

The little novice monk was still smiling at first. When he saw the word "Sign King" engraved in Sanskrit on the bamboo strips, his face immediately changed. He ran to the backyard in panic, shouting, "Master, someone has won the lottery king!"

As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly became excited. The old lady came with a try-out mentality, and she never thought she would hit her. She was stunned. She looked at the sign and Yu Xiang at the moment, which was quite heavy, as if she was falling into a dream.

The Crown Princess stared at Yu Xiang with nice eyes, thinking in her heart: The legitimate lady of the Yongle Marquis' Mansion is really a spiritual person. The Yongle Marquis' family is full of blessings. It is strange that the prince can escape from death twice.

Because this sign only concerns whether you can meet with the monk Kuhai, it is not a fate sign. The person who won the draw can only say that he is lucky and has a fate with Kuhai, but the rumors of malicious slandering can't be spread. The old lady greeted the ladies who came to congratulate Yu Xiang and strode for a while, and then walked into the back hall under the leadership of a monk.

Several little novice monks surrounded him and put the fallen bamboo sticks back on the top layer.

Monk Kuhai’s Zen Room is very simple, with a small single room of only 20 square meters. There is nothing else except a cushion and a few cases. It is located outside, with a small courtyard planted with a Bodhi plant and a lotus pond, which is simple but grand.

The old lady held her breath and walked slowly step by step. When she came to the door of the Zen room, she hesitated, "Xiang'er, can you wait outside the yard for a while? The ancestor wanted to say something to the master alone."

Yu Xiang is an outsider. If you want to see a god like Ku Hai, you will inevitably feel a little anxious and uneasy. She nodded and agreed immediately. Her heart had been dug out and her body fell into her mother's hands. In order to conceal the truth, she must have been cremated in a hurry. Even if she could go back, was she still Yu Xiang? Can she still see that person?

She fell into confusion for a moment.

It has been seventy years since the founding of the Han Dynasty. What was the sea of ​​suffering like seventy years ago? What is it like now? The eyebrows and beards are white, and there is not one more frowning on the face, and there is no missing one, and the eyes are as deep as the sea. When he saw the old lady, he chanted the Buddha and extended his hand to invite her to sit down.

"I dare to ask the donor what advice?"

"Please help me see these two horoscopes." The old lady took out two pieces of paper from her sleeve and spread it on the table.

Monk Kuhai nodded, looked carefully for a moment and pointed at one of them, "Yin Sha, lonely phoenix, widowed sleep, star overlapping the corners of the stars, punishing the father and mother, punishing the husband and son, and family and livestock. None of them are spared. Even if there are noble people who can help you."

The old lady had already prepared her mentally, and she couldn't help but look pale after hearing these words.

Monk Kuhai ignored her and pointed to another one and continued, "My parents have little relationship, no conflicts and harms in the earthly branches, women like martial arts, men are fighting, and Na Yin is the sword, and they will not have a good ending."

"No, I won't have a good end?" The old lady shook her body, as if she was about to faint. Ma Ma hurried forward to support her.

Monk Ku Hai glanced at her and then said, "The fate of these two people is in conflict. If they are husband and wife, there will be no peace in the family and disasters will continue. If they are brothers and sisters, they will fight each other and cannot coexist."

The old lady became dizzy and said in a trembling voice, "If you don't have a good end, there is no way to change your fate? How could you not have a good end?" As for the fate conflict, she didn't have time to think deeply.

Monk Kuhai closed his eyes and calculated, and suddenly exclaimed.

The old lady rushed over and asked anxiously, "Master, is there any way?"

"It was originally an unsolvable fate, but suddenly there was a noble man in Taiyi. Good, so good." Monk Kuhai clasped his hands together and sighed, "This man had just passed a great disaster of life and death a few days ago. I believe this noble man in Taiyi is already by his side. The donor can rest assured."

"Who is this Taiyi Guiren?" The old lady was exhausted, but she was still determined to solve it.

"It's far away in the sky and is close to you." After speaking, he stood up and walked towards Yu Xiang under the Bodhi tree, with brilliant eyes.

It is clearly the body of a child, but there is a soul from another world. His left eye is violent and his right eye is calm. His eyebrows are filled with a majestic golden Buddha light, covering his canopy, and his luck is unparalleled. Such a person with a deep Buddhist connection is truly the only one he has seen in his life.

"Amitabha..." Monk Kuhai clasped his hands together and wanted to speak.

Yu Xiang robbed Bai, "If you want to ask me where I go, I will tell you where I go from. If you want to ask me what I think, I will tell you that when I have no delusions, one mind is a Buddha's country; when I have delusions, one mind is a hell. I have delusions, so I would rather be in hell." Therefore, there is no need to pity me, nor do I need to save me. Since I have made up my mind to hold on to the only one I can grasp, I will no longer expect the uncertain future, or the past.

She exhaled a breath of turbid air into the lotus leaves in the pond, feeling that she was in an unprecedented sense of luxury.

Monk Kuhai finally showed his first smile today and said slowly, "The donor thinks clearly, and there is no need for me to say more."

Yu Xiang nodded and asked, "Is my brother still safe?"

"If you survive a great disaster, you will have good fortune." The monk Kuhai looked at the old lady and smiled, "There is unparalleled fortune, the Buddha's fate is deep, and the husband is prosperous, and the family is prosperous. This son can be a treasure for the house. This noble man in Taiyi does not need to look for him elsewhere. Amitabha, how good is it."

The old lady was stunned for a moment before she showed ecstasy and thanked Kuhai in a loud voice. Kuhai smiled and shook her head, and said that she would find her junior brother, Monk Kuhui, and would order him to come to the door to treat the female donor's injured leg.

The treasure of the house? Am I? Yu Xiang heard the corners of his mouth twitched, but he also understood that with the old monk's words, she would have lived a better life in the Yongle Marquis' Mansion. But no matter how good her life was, it was just a foil for the heroine, and she was destined to be a phoenix dance in the sky.
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