Just as Song Qingyue was working hard to advance the great scientific education cause, the old nun in the temple began to act evil again.

The first time I said that since Song Qingyue came to the temple to practice, she should learn Buddhist scriptures. She asked Song Qingyue to copy the "Yan Shu Sutra", "Diamond Sutra", and "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra" seven times each.

Song Qingyue got the scriptures and opened the first page of the Yan Shu Sutra. Her eyebrows were tightly pulled: "I heard this. For a moment, the Buddha was in Shiluofa City. He was only Huan Jingshe and the great monks. He was all 1,250 people. He was all the great Arhats without leakage. The Buddha's sons and abbots were good at all. He was able to achieve majesty in the country and turn the wheel of the Buddha. Miaokan will. Yan Jing Vinhi and Hongfan three realms..."

"What's the matter!"

After reading it for only a few seconds, Song Qingyue closed the scriptures.

It was really hard to translate Master Sanzang. Song Qingyue had also heard Buddhist lectures in his previous life, but he really couldn't understand them. It was better to understand the "Book of Changes" that Li Zhao said to her. Song Qingyue believed that with his IQ, he could not understand such profound Buddhist teachings, so he decisively handed over the scriptures to Mo Ran to practice calligraphy.

Mo Ran is the best written by several Mo Li Pavilions. The old nun has never seen Song Qingyue's handwriting. If you copy this difficult task, you should give it to Mo Ran, which is enough to get away with it.

Afterwards, the old nun discovered that Song Qingyue slept until very late every day before getting up. When he was ugly every day, he sent the little nun to call Song Qingyue to get up and do morning classes with the monks and nuns in the temple.

Morning class is meditation and chanting the "Heart Sutra" or the "Great Compassion Mantra".

The Buddhist posture of sitting cross-legged meditation is simply a life-threatening person. He wants to break both feet on the base of his thighs. Song Qingyue feels that his knees and ankles are about to be broken by the group of nuns, and howls in the hall like a pig: "It hurts and it hurts! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Shut up! Miss Song San, are you trying to despise Buddha?"

"Bah! The Buddha's despise is obviously you old demon nun! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

Song Qingyue struggled while shouting. Zeng Maozhi couldn't stand it. He suddenly appeared and pushed the nuns away, stopped Song Qingyue, and said to Master Jingxuan seriously: "Master, please don't deliberately torture our prince's concubine!"

"Torture?" Jingxuan was frightened by the man who suddenly jumped in, "Who are you? How could you show up here? This is the place where women do morning classes, men are not allowed to enter! Get out quickly!"

Zeng Maozhi clasped his fists and said, "I am the personal guard of Prince Su. I am ordered to protect the safety of the prince's concubine. I also ask the master not to hurt our prince's concubine!"

"Ha!" Jingxuan seemed to hear some joke and said, "Criminal Princess? Miss Song San is already a slander of the Qing Dynasty and has no relationship with Prince Su's mansion. Please leave quickly!"

"The Master! The Prince's Concubine is still the Prince's Concubine! The Emperor only asked the Prince's Concubine to come here to practice. The Prince's Mansion did not write any documents to abandon the emperor, and the Emperor did not issue an edict to be demoted to a commoner. She is still the Prince's Concubine of the Prince's Mansion. Please respect her!"

Zeng Maozhi said it righteously, and Song Qingyue lay on the ground at the right time and wailed: "It hurts so much, my knee is about to break, wuwu, it is about to break!"

At this time, another row of black-clothed secret guards appeared at the entrance of the hall, which scared Jingxuan's face even more pale. The old nuns behind her who wanted to come forward to teach Song Qingyue a lesson were also scared by such a situation and dared not move.

I've never encountered such a thing.

Which of the women who came to this temple was not abandoned by their family? Where can there be so many servants around them?

What's more, they are all fierce and evil guards with swords.

Just because of these nuns in the temple who do hard work on weekdays, they can’t beat them at all!

Mo Ju and Mo Lan came in with their heads down and helped Song Qingyue, who was still shouting and screaming.

Zeng Maozhi clasped his fists at Master Jingxuan, and took the group of men in black to swish and disappeared.

In the hall where morning classes were being done, there was a buzzing low voice.

Jingxuan shouted: "Sujing!"

She glanced at everyone with a ferocious face, and everyone shut their mouths.

"Don't stop, keep chanting!"

Jingxuan was so angry that her mind was dizzy. Until she walked back to her meditation room, her body was still shaking slightly. She slapped her palm on the table and rushed to the little nun who served her next to her and said, "Yuanhui, grind the ink! I want to write to Your Majesty!"

Several young nuns with yellow faces and thin body were frightened to fight with fear when they saw their master so angry.

Jingxuan quickly wrote the memorial for the complaint and handed it over to a stout middle-aged nun, asking her to send the letter to the Office of the Internal Affairs.

However, Song Qingyue could not ask her to send the letter. The nun who went to deliver the letter was intercepted halfway and was intimidated by Zeng Maozhi with a knife, asking her to go back and "reply well". The nun who delivered the letter had never seen such a cruel person. She was so scared that she was soft on the ground, with her nose and tears in her eyes, begging for mercy, and promised to "reply well".

In this way, Jingxuan sent three letters to the palace one after another, all of which were sunk to the sea and no news came back.

Song Qingyue has just lived a few days of peace.

When she was writing the physics textbook to the chapter "Refraction of Light", she suddenly thought of transforming the telescope.

So he wrote down the convex lens in detail, and then drew out the design of the microscope and the high-power telescope, so that Zeng Maozhi could hand it to the cave, and attached a note: You can try to install a sighting telescope on a long-distance smoothbore gun.

She also drew a schematic diagram of a sniper rifle with a scope.

Time flies to the winter solstice. The princes who have been imprisoned for a long time are finally released to their respective homes, leaving only a third prince, King Su, who was pitifully forgotten in the imperial tomb by the emperor's father.

The deposed prince Shen stood in the court again. In the streets and alleys of the capital, there were children's songs about the deposed prince traveling to Jiangnan and destroying the embankment with a beauty. Various memorials of impeachment and attack were piled on the edge of the emperor's dragon collapse like a mountain...

And God seemed to feel something. At the end of November, there was a heavy snowfall in the capital and the northern Zhili area once in a century.

There were countless houses that were overwhelmed and crushed, and there were many people who were frozen to death. White sails and white lanterns hung on the streets and alleys, while the sad crying was buried by the snow that was almost as tall as a person.

The emperor's body, which had just recovered, was crushed again by the sudden heavy snow.

On the day of the Queen's death, the emperor fainted in front of all the ministers!

The capital city was once again martial law, and the entire city was shrouded in a depressed atmosphere.

Song Qingyue, who was practicing in the temple, was reciting the children in the south of the city and wanted to go down the mountain to visit. But Jingxuan was not sure, but also told the emperor about his illness and asked Song Qingyue to copy the "Amitabha Sutra", "Sangha Sutra" and "Diamond Sutra" with blood to pray for His Majesty.

Because the Chinese New Year was coming, several eunuchs from the palace came to the temple and asked everyone in Bao'en Temple to recite scriptures and pray for His Majesty. Song Qingyue couldn't resist in front of the eunuchs in the palace. She was caught by Jingxuan, cut her wrist on the spot and put a large bowl of blood out.

That's a big bowl!

Song Qingyue looked at her,! She had never donated so much blood in her previous life! That's it!

I was really painful and scared at that time. I didn’t know if it was because of the piss or the excessive blood loss. My head became dizzy and my eyes were dark.

I was helped back to my house by a few maids and lay down for several days.

After New Year's Day, the eunuchs in the palace left. Song Qingyue immediately called Zeng Maozhi in and asked, "Mr. Zeng, is there any way to find out that it is not as good as death?"

She was really angry this time. If she didn't take revenge, she would write her name upside down!

Song Qingyue is not a real bun, nor is she a coward. She usually tolerate everything because she knows that she can't fight Li Zhao.

But an old nun in the temple who was powerless and powerful actually dared to run to her head and shit and pee?

I'm really about to be pissed off!

Zeng Maozhi felt angry when he looked at the prince's still pale face!

He nodded, leaned into Song Qingyue's ear and whispered a few words. Song Qingyue sneered and said, "Just do that!"

That night, after Jingxuan returned to the house, he was served by the servants to clean his face and rinse his mouth as usual. After taking off his clothes, he lit the incense of calming the gods, and then fell asleep.

On a quiet night, Zeng Maozhi sneaked into her room and extinguished the Anshen Xiang. Then he came to the Master's bed, moved his fingers first, and then touched the Master's whole body. Then he heard a crackling sound - Zeng Da Dawei took apart the joints of Jingxuan's body, and then another crackling sound, and he put back the joints that he had just misplaced.

Jingxuan woke up in a severe pain, but her limbs were weak and could not move. Zeng Maozhi grinned at Master Tai in the dark, raised her hand and removed her chin with a click. He used a little trick on his hand. With a snap of his fingers, he cracked the joint at the joint of her chin, and then left.

Zeng Maozhi was much more polite to treat the other ten old nuns who acted as Jingxuan's thugs and suppressed Song Qingyue's bloodshed. He did not ask them to suffer, and was stunned and threw them on the way down the mountain, allowing them to fend for themselves in the heavy snow.

Even if the snow melts, someone will find their bodies. It doesn't matter. It just says that they accidentally slipped and fell down the mountain.

The next day, the little nun who served Jingxuan every day for a long time hadn't seen the master get up. He knocked on the door several times, and finally heard a faint ah sound inside. Then he pushed open the door, went in and saw it, and screamed in shock.

The charcoal fire in the copper furnace had already burned out, and the room was as cold as outside. Master Jingxuan's eyes were prominent, his mouth was crooked, saliva flowed a lot, and his throat made a hoarse sound. Her joints were red and swollen, and she lay softly on the ground, unable to move.

The little nun was so scared that she hurried to ask her senior sisters to come over and see what was going on.

"Is this a stroke?"

"I look like an allergy!"

"But why do I think it's rheumatism?"

A few little nuns were talking and talking, and they discussed whether to go down the mountain to hire a doctor.

One of the little nuns wore a thick jacket and hat and was about to go down the mountain, but was stopped by another little nun who was older looking at him.

"What's wrong?"

The senior sister who stopped her hesitated for a while, lowered her head and held her frostbite hand, and said, "Isn't this good for Master?"

The expressions of the few people were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions became subtle.

On weekdays, the master's requirements for everyone are extremely strict, so strict that it is almost cruel.

Before these little nuns were sent up the mountain, they were all wealthy and splendid ladies. Each of them was sent to the mountain by their families because of mistakes, their fate was unknown, or other reasons. They were tortured by Master Jingxuan for a long time.

Just because Jingxuan herself is a daughter of the royal family and has a high seniority, she is considered to be the generation of grandma today, and has a noble status. Because of her seniority, she has always respected her, so no one dared to resist her, but who is not full of resentment?

"The snow is so heavy, so we can't go down the mountain?" a little nun asked tentatively.

"It's an old problem for the master to be too rheumatism!" said the young nun who led the lead.

Then, everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and saw the light in each other's eyes.

"Apart from the Master, the princess of Prince Su's mansion, is the highest-ranking princess here. Why don't we go to talk to her about this?" Another little nun came up with an idea.

This proposal was praised by the rest of the people.

But there was still a little nun who was originally an orphan and cowardly didn't want to join them: "But, but, I was picked up by the master from the street, and the master was kind to me..."

The little nun who was leading the way suddenly walked up to her, stared in her eyes, and asked, "A Ying, do you think the master has become like that and those masters are gone. Are these coincidences?"

Aying took a step back in fear and asked in fear: "Isn't it?"

"Do you still remember the men in black who suddenly appeared in the hall that morning to protect Prince Su's concubine? Do you think that one is at the mercy of others, but will not fight back if you bully Su Jingxuan?"

"No, no..."

"Forget it if you don't want to participate, go back to your room and get sick. If you don't want to be bleeding like that princess, don't cause trouble for us!"

Jingxuan has to copy scriptures with blood every year, but she never uses her own blood, and specializes in the blood of the adopted girls. In addition, she also believes in the magical ascetic monks, and has all kinds of ways to torture people.

But if she doesn't practice the hard way herself, she has to practice on her behalf.

Before A Ying, several young girls had died of illness due to their physical weakness and could not bear Jingxuan's long-term torture.

Aying lowered her head, thought for a while, and turned silently to walk towards her room.

(End of this chapter)


Chapter completed!