"Are you going to deliver the message for me?" She smiled. "The monks who are the masters of the temple are very cunning and have to take care of the whole temple. Looking at the army of King Zhao outside the city, your face is still useful."
"Oh?" He looked at her with a smile, "Shall I deliver it for you?"
"Yes, don't you want me to go to the Imperial Tomb with you? There are many agencies in the Imperial Tomb -" As she said that, she took out a map from her arms and spread it out on the table.
Liu Ruhai was slightly startled, but he didn't expect that she was already making preparations.
She pointed at the sketch of the imperial mausoleum that she had quietly drawn a long time ago, and said: "There are no hot springs in the imperial mausoleum, and a few green beads will definitely not be enough. If I don't learn something to save my life, I may never come back.
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After saying that, she looked at him regretfully, "You don't know Buddhism either. Feng Junqing does. How about I go with Feng Junqing? Maybe once I make an offer, he can give me the position of Tantra leader." Su Jintian said
He should be the sect leader."
Liu Ruhai was speechless, silently took the letter and put it in his arms.
She smiled happily and looked at the dark sky outside with few stars. She reminded her seriously: "Su Jintian is not good. He is with Feng Junqing. Maybe he is jealous that I have the opportunity to be the leader of the Tantric Sect. Don't let Su Jintian kill you on the way."
Already."
"..." You don't want to fall out with Su Jintian, so you let someone else deliver the letter, right? He raised his eyebrows at her.
She was surprised: "I have to keep a backup plan, because if we can't kill Feng Junqing, Su Jintian will kill him sooner or later to seize the throne. It will save trouble. Besides, if I become the leader of the Tantric Sect, I will make Su Jintian angry to death."
Liu Ruhai laughed in astonishment. He really couldn't imagine her becoming a nun, but this sentence reminded him of Chengfu Temple. Why did the Qingluo female ghost work in the temple for many years?
"I was deceived by a nun!" she said heartbrokenly.
He pondered and nodded: "That's right. You abolished your Nether Technique and practiced the Nine Transformations of the Netherworld again?"
He looked at Cao Xiwan. He had always wondered why she had become a cripple. Her pulse showed that she had never suffered such a serious injury or been poisoned like this.
But at this time, she insisted on getting the Buddhist teachings from Yuanguang Temple, and he finally understood. He considered it and said with a smile:
"The Biying Palace Heart Technique comes from Tantric Buddhism and is originally a branch of Buddhism. So you are different from others. You have the foundation of the Buddhist Heart Technique. After you deposed yourself, you have now integrated the Biying Palace Heart Technique and Nether Technique. You have recovered part of it.
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"Yes." She also sighed, opened the window, and looked at the scattered stars, "Master Miaolian, she couldn't bear it. She could have done it." She was melancholy. If Master Miaolian had set an example first, she would have done it.
Much easier.
She has been sweeping the floors in the temple for many years, and her inner demons are hard to get rid of. She is reluctant to give up her martial arts skills.
She is the number one person in the Netherworld.
"Indeed. The master of Miaolian Temple is also a disciple of Buddhism. She can indeed take this path." Liu Ruhai and Miaolian are related by blood, and he can't help but sigh secretly, feeling sorry for Miaolian. If he takes the path of Cao Xiwan,
Although there is still a risk of illness and the future is unpredictable, Cao Xiwan is obviously recovering bit by bit and getting better. However, he knows that Miao Lian's condition will not survive this month.
In fact, all the disciples of the Mongolian National Master are Buddhist disciples, but no one is willing to give up their martial arts. Especially if someone like her has reached the ninth level of cultivation. Ordinarily, they would be even more reluctant to give up.
Liu Ruhai pondered, should he ask her about the back corridor of Yangxin Hall? Did she pretend to be dizzy and hear everything?
He raised his eyes to glance at her, a little hesitant. This was not the right time.
With a calm look on her face, she turned around and poured two cups of warm water, drank one for herself and pushed one to him on the table.
She glanced at him, thought about it and found her snack jar, poured out a bunch of dried fruits on the table, and chewed them herself: "It's delicious."
Liu Ruhai smiled, stopped his finger on the edge of the water lamp, and slowly traced it: "You only told Eunuch Dong, but Eunuch Dong thought you were sick."
"...Yes." She gurgled and drank all the water. "I wasn't sure at that time. I didn't make it clear."
He stared at her, unable to see clearly her expression under the lamp, and sighed: "The Marquis of Nankang also thought you were sick, so he married another man."
"Yes." She nodded, "Dongdong spreads news randomly."
Liu Ruhai wanted to ask her, did she regret it?
But if it were him, he would never regret it.
With this opportunity, she saw clearly whether her friends and lovers around her were human beings or ghosts. She had not told the truth to Marquis Nankang in the past few years.
Just be wrong.
Her thoughts were obvious, too clear.
"My parents don't dislike me at this time. They see me as pitiful and they just listen to me in everything. They don't associate with my uncle anymore, and they don't insist on being a doctor." She smiled and put down the water.
Zhan'er, "If I keep hating my parents for another ten years, well, at most I can threaten and doubt them for another ten years, then I should be able to forgive them."
Liu Ruhai smiled: "Congratulations."
She nodded.
He turned around to leave, walked to the door, and looked back at her.
The light was dim, and she was rummaging around in the closet, finding a silk cloak and tying it, and looked back at him: "Is something wrong?"
He laughed and shook his head: "Let's go."
"Oh." Cao Xiwan waved her hand extraordinarily calmly. For an old lady like her, even if she killed Liu Ruhai's cousin Cheng, she would not admit it as long as no evidence was left behind.
What's more, I just eavesdropped on something trivial that I shouldn't have heard.
She eavesdropped on so many secrets.
She also drew the sketch of the imperial mausoleum by herself while secretly eavesdropping on Eunuch Dong and Nannan talking with Jianjian in Taizu Palace.
Cao Xiwan had a good night's sleep. When he woke up, he went to the inner hall to pay his respects to Empress Song. However, he saw Empress Song crying bitterly behind the beaded curtain in the room.
It turns out that Dong Gong said that she should not be canonized as Dong Gong's concubine and wait until the important matter is over.
Lu Xiuyun was in tears.
"Is it because of Prince Zhao?" Cao Xiwan thought for a while and asked quietly.
Lu Xiuyun nodded, but his expression was strange. He seemed to be happy for Concubine Song, but also seemed to be sad for Concubine Song.
Cao Xiwan understood that Xiuyun only thought about the empress. If she did not confer the title of Concubine of the East Palace, if there was a change of dynasty, the empress would still have a chance to survive if she was not the head wife.
"Huh? Donggong..." Cao Xiwan stood for a while, sighed, and said to herself, "Donggong is not Rouge, nor is it Xiaojin Xiaoyin."
She returned to Lumo Pavilion a little sadly, hugged her old cat, and said to Xiao Zhao: "Donggong doesn't need me anymore."
"..." Huh? Xiao Zhao and Xiliu didn't understand how her mind was turning at all. From the beginning to the end, they didn't see Qing Niangzi thinking of herself as the Prince of the East Palace, right?
Besides, a large army is besieging the city. The big ship of the East Palace is unstable, so we should abandon the ship as soon as possible.
"I used to help Yanzhi fight. I would go to her horse racing opponent's house and drug her opponent to make Yanzhi win. I also secretly used cats to scare Xiaoling's fish, making them tired and scared.
At most, it can be tied with Xiaojin Xiaoyin."
Don’t you really want to win, so you despicably harm your opponents in horse racing and fighting fish? Xiliu thought.
"Everyone in the East Palace knows that I am following the eldest lady, but he still hasn't conferred the title of eldest lady." She hugged the old cat, sat on the fur-covered yellow rattan bench, and sighed, "He doesn't need me anymore."
With a look of sadness on her face, she lowered her head and touched her cat, "If you want to leave me and find the freedom between heaven and earth, I won't stop you. I won't take care of Dong Palace anymore."
Xiao Zhao and Xiliu were both overjoyed. It was great. They didn't know whether Dong Gong was stupid. But they were Qing Niangzi's companions and had no intention of following the prince to seek death.
It would be best for Qing Niangzi and Dong Gong to break up. After Bai FuEr finished eavesdropping, she quickly came in and asked, "Do you want to dry Yu Yi?"