Xie Yu stood under the night, looking up at the starry sky. Her eyes seemed to be filled with stars, revealing a deep light.

Asai stood behind her, "Saint, it's late at night."

Xie Yu stretched out his hand, seemingly grasping the moonlight, "Look at the moon."

She tilted her head slightly, and Gu Leng's moonlight shone down, making her eyebrows feel colder.

Ava came out of the temple, "Saint."

Xie Yu turned around and said, "Okay, I understand."

——

The three days passed quickly. Fu Ronghua sat on the carriage and left the palace gate.

Until the afternoon, the carriage stopped at the entrance of Wanguo Temple, and the abbot wearing a golden-red cassock stood in front of the temple. His face looked a bit old, but his eyes had a light that could see through the world.

At this time, he clasped his hands together and said, "I have met Your Majesty."

Emperor Xuanzhao nodded slightly and said, "Abbott, please."

Fu Ronghua raised his head and glanced at the high steps. Among the steps, there were clouds billowing, showing a bit of escapism from the world.

Ye Xia looked back, "Rong Zhaoyi is tired."

Fu Ronghua came to his senses. "I'm tired no matter where I am. How can I be tired when I come up in a sedan chair?"

Ye Xia pulled her over and said, "I rarely have time to see you in the palace on weekdays. Now that I'm at Wanguo Temple, I can finally take a break. If you're bored, just come and see me."

"Concubine, thank you for your love." Fu Ronghua had a smile on his lips and his eyes were extremely bright.

Ye Xia looked at the flower-like woman in front of him, her color was so bright that no one could ignore it.

Emperor Xuanzhao asked slowly, "Master Mingsu is out of seclusion now."

"Senior Brother came out of seclusion yesterday, and Your Majesty wants to see him."

Emperor Xuan Zhao looked back at Fu Ronghua, who was walking with the imperial concubine behind him, and shook his head slightly. "Now is not the time."

The host understood it clearly and didn't say much.

Standing out from the Wanguo Temple, a monk wearing pure white cassocks, with an elegant figure and an air of purity, stood there quietly. He had a beautiful face, a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and looked like a good girl, but he had an ethereal air.

There was no trace of fireworks in his body, just like a clay sculpture, standing there quietly.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a young monk poked his head in, not daring to look directly into those indifferent eyes, "Elder Mingsu, the abbot said, Your Majesty is here."

Mingsu nodded lightly, his voice distant and distant, "If he wants to come, he will come to see me."

The young monk clasped his hands together and bowed before retreating. Mingsu clasped his hands behind his back, his expression finally becoming a little more compassionate, "How painful is love in the world? The mortal world is so vast. Only when you enter can you know the pain."

He closed his eyes and said, "Amitabha, such is the law, such is the taboo."

——

Emperor Xuanzhao looked back, and the image of that monk appeared in his mind, just like when he knelt down at Wanguo Temple, his legs were covered in blood, but he remained unmoved.

It wasn't until he took out the Tianzi Jade and told Mingsu that he had seen the world in chaos and the Tianhe River falling that he finally looked at him.

Fu Ronghua turned his eyes and said, "Your Majesty."

Emperor Xuan Zhao turned around and said, "Let's go." He took Fu Ronghua's hand.

Behind the tree, Mingsu clasped his hands together and looked at their backs. He bowed deeply and turned to leave.

Fu Ronghua seemed to have something, and when he turned around, he saw only a sliver of white clothes.

——

"Mother, are you tired?" Ruixue made tea for her.

Fu Ronghua rubbed his shoulders, "Somewhat."

Zi You came over and squeezed her shoulder, "I will press it for you."

Fu Ronghua closed her eyes slightly, "Okay," she raised her eyes slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, raising her lips slightly.
Chapter completed!