Taking the initiative to remarry! The crazy prince is obsessed with me

Prince Duan left the palace with a dead heart and saw the city bustling with activity.

Everyone was praising Sheng'an Bookstore and talking excitedly with newspapers in their hands. Prince Duan only felt those joyous voices circling around his ears, and in the end, they turned into Concubine Qi's crying and accusations.

"My Lord, are we going back home or somewhere else?"

Prince Duan got into the carriage and leaned against it in a daze. He came to his senses only when he heard the attendants around him asking him questions.

Going home?

He didn't really want to go back, but as soon as he saw Gu Zhilan, he couldn't suppress his anger.

"Find a quiet place." Prince Duan ordered.

"Yes."

The attendant thought about the quietest places in the capital, and then took Prince Duan to Kongshan Temple outside the city.

It’s really quiet.

Zhikong Temple is very popular on the first and fifteenth day of every lunar month, but few people come here on other days.

The long sound of the bell also calmed people's minds a little. Prince Duan let out a long sigh, opened the curtain of the carriage, and saw the eaves of Kongshan Temple.

Prince Duan didn't know if he was desperate and was trying anything he could think of. He didn't believe in these things before, but now he felt that maybe it was fate that God called him here.

After getting off the carriage and entering the temple, he stood in front of Manjushri Bodhisattva who was holding up the sword of wisdom. He looked up for a long time, but did not feel that his troubles were cut off at all.

Prince Duan thought about it, then walked inside, passed through the main hall, and headed towards the backyard of Kongshan Temple.

After entering the backyard, Prince Duan grabbed a young monk and asked directly, "Who is the most accomplished monk in your temple?"

"Are you looking for Master Zhikong?" The little monk put his hands together and quickly understood what Prince Duan meant. He pointed to the main hall and said, "It's right there."

Prince Duan let go of the little monk, walked up the stairs and entered the main room.

Master Zhikong was beating a wooden fish and chanting sutras when he heard someone coming in. He slowly put down what he was holding, opened his eyes, and clasped his hands together to greet them:

"Your Excellency is clearly extraordinary, but there is a sense of depression between your brows. The trivialities of the mundane world disturb your mind. Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea?"

As he spoke, he stood up and made way for Prince Duan to sit on the guest seat beside him, and then made him a cup of tea.

Since Master Zhikong was a "highly accomplished monk", it was inevitable that many people would come to him to seek answers to their doubts. It was not the first time he had seen someone like Prince Duan, whose entire face was filled with worry.

Prince Duan sat down silently, stretched out his hand to hold the rough cup, took a sip of the bitter tea, and suddenly felt sad.

He felt very uncomfortable and wanted to talk to someone.

Talk about his first half of life, when he was hated by Concubine Qi and suppressed by his eldest brother. Talk about how he finally waited for the opportunity to build his own power, but failed twice in a row. Talk about his current dilemma of not knowing where to start. Talk about his confusion and fear about the fight for the throne...

But what should I say to a stranger?

He said it another way: "My mother favors my eldest brother and only wants him to inherit the family business. What do you think I should do?"

Prince Duan's words made Zhikong speechless and embarrassed. As a "sound" monk, what good solution could he have for such mundane worldly affairs?

Let him give up. If he is willing to give up, will he still come to this temple to pray to Buddha?

Let him fight for it. If he could win, why would he destroy himself like this?

"All obsessions are false." Zhikong said a very broad statement.

"It's not that I don't want my eldest brother to inherit the family business. My eldest brother is also very outstanding." Prince Duan said with great difficulty, emphasizing each word, "I just want my mother to look at me and see me as her son, but she never looks at me straight in the eye."

Zhikong frowned when he heard this. Why don’t you tell your mother such things? How can you tell him a monk? What’s the point of telling him?

"My father drove my eldest brother away because he was not ambitious enough, but my mother blamed everything on me." Prince Duan was still talking to himself.

Zhikong sighed and didn't want to listen to any more of these family matters.

He clasped his hands together, sighed again, and said ambiguously, "Everyone in the world has his own way to cultivate. Donors don't need to make things difficult for themselves. The way you should cultivate is to accept everything that God has given you."

He has said these words to countless people, and he was able to convince them every time.

"Accept?" Prince Duan said, and felt as if a ray of light flashed through his heart. After the light, he stared at Zhikong, with a hint of excitement: "Master, are you saying that if I accept the family inheritance, it means that I should cultivate the way. Is this what God meant?"

Seeing that he had found a way out for himself, Zhikong knew that he didn't need to enlighten him anymore. He smiled, closed his eyes, put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. From now on, on the first and fifteenth day of every month, I will come to the temple in person to burn incense." Prince Duan let out a long sigh. He felt that after being guided by "God", most of the depression in his heart dissipated. He stood up and walked out.

After he left Kongshan Temple, his complexion had improved a lot. He let out a long breath, and his heart gradually calmed down.

He just needs to practice his way!

All he needs to do is prepare well to become the new crown prince and inherit the throne!

He sincerely instructed his followers, "Go and donate some money for incense."

"Yes."

In the backyard, Zhikong poured himself a cup of tea and drank it. In fact, he didn't say anything. The path that the nobleman had taken was just what he wanted in his mind.

However, seeing that he is from a wealthy family, the Buddhist temple will have a large amount of money for offerings in the future.

......

Half an hour later, Prince Duan left Yiku Palace and went to Kongshan Temple. The news spread back to the Prince's Mansion at a rapid speed.

Ran Luoguo, who was playing chess with the prince, immediately lit up his eyes.

Prince Duan seems gentle, but he is actually sinister and stubborn. If he thinks something is good, he will eat it even if it is shit. If he thinks something is bad, he will think it is shit even if it is gold inlaid with jade.

For example, his attitude towards Concubine Qi. He felt despair again and again, but he refused to give up completely.

Ran Luoguo meant that to deal with someone like Prince Duan, the best way to start would be to find an "unexpected" change.

Kongshan Temple was a place Prince Duan had never been to before.

"...Your Highness, Mr. Ran, when Prince Duan entered Kongshan Temple, he looked depressed, but when he came out, he looked as if he were in spring breeze..."

Ran Luoguo stroked his mustache with his hand, his pair of green bean-like rat eyes gleamed with brilliance, and he said cheerfully:

"Entered the temple? He actually went to pray to the gods?

He walked out of the temple happily, simply because he felt that the ghosts and gods had solved his confusion, hahahaha!

Prince Duan actually believed this stuff, well, well, let him see the gods and Buddhas, and make him believe it completely..."

Murong Xuan looked at Ran Luoguo and knew that he had come up with some tricky ideas. He raised his eyebrows and sternly ordered the secret guards: "Keep a close eye on Prince Duan. Report any unusual behavior immediately."

The secret guard was startled and agreed with his hands lowered.