Daring, who stripped my prince of his vest?

In the morning, the sun rises slowly from the horizon, golden light shines on the earth, and all things wake up under this glorious baptism.

The air in the suburbs is filled with the fresh scent of grass and moist soil, and the breeze blows gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

A majestic procession of horse-drawn carriages slowly set off from Kyoto City. In the procession, carriages followed one after another, like a long winding dragon.

Each carriage in the team was exquisitely decorated, with intricate patterns painted on the body, highlighting the royal dignity and majesty.

The car curtain swayed gently, revealing the figure of the person inside the car vaguely, making people full of curiosity and imagination about the person inside the car.

Almost all the officials and their families went to the Galan Temple to pay homage this time.

When the boss speaks, how dare the employees disobey him?

In short, as long as you are not the elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled, the pregnant, or the breastfeeding patient, you are basically in the team.

Yin Youyou kept yawning in the carriage, looking at Dongfang Mo with a resentful look. If she wasn't feeling weak all over, she would have definitely fought with him.

It was this culprit in front of her who had tortured her again and again last night. Her thousand-year-old waist was almost broken by him, and she even cried for water three times in one night.

You can never trust a man's words. He may say it's just once, but once the engine starts, it's out of control. How can you stop it so easily?

I can only blame myself for having no experience. I get fooled every time.

Next time, if she believes his bullshit again, she will be a dog.

She held her forehead and said uncomfortably, "Ouch! No, I have to close my eyes for a breath. Don't call me if there is nothing, and don't call me if there is something. If the sky falls, you have to hold it up yourself, Your Majesty."

After he finished speaking, he kicked his legs, took off his shoes, lay straight on the mat, covered his eyes with a handkerchief and fell into a deep sleep.

Dongfang Mo, "......"

This woman can fall asleep anywhere. Looking at her sulky appearance, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

It was really his fault. He was too excited last night and accidentally asked for it twice, which exhausted her.

He gently pulled the thin blanket over her to cover her stomach to prevent her from catching a cold.

Galanji Temple is not far from Kyoto and can be reached in just over an hour.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain, and everyone got off one by one. Then they had to climb up on their own.

Fortunately, she had asked Dongfang Mo about the general situation of the temple last night, and she prepared some trekking poles to facilitate climbing the mountain.

Yin Youyou raised her eyes and looked up. Damn, it was so high and steep. She would be exhausted like a dog after climbing up.

But last night Dongfang Mo said that if you want to come to the Galan Temple, you have to pass through these 300-plus steps and be sincere.

The mountains in the distance appear majestic and mysterious in the morning light, with clouds and mist lingering among them and gurgling water beside them, like a fairyland.

She took a deep breath, trying hard to inhale the negative oxygen ions in the air, fearing that the place would be polluted if too many people came around.

Wang Yi stood silently not far behind her, his eyes filled with hatred and viciousness, as if he wanted to devour Yin Youyou and Dongfang Mo.

A group of people, escorted by guards, began to climb the stairs.

Everyone walked and stopped, Dongfang Luo kept cheering everyone on, and finally they successfully reached the top.

Yin Youyou initially thought that he would be carried up in a sedan chair!

But the emperor is not a spoiled boy even at his old age. He still leads the charge at the front. People really underestimate him.

The abbot and the monks in the temple came out to greet him, "I respectfully welcome the emperor."

The abbot seemed to be looking at the people in front of him, but in fact he was looking through them at Yin Youyou behind him.

With just one glance, he understood.

Yin Youyou also felt that the abbot was clearly talking to Dongfang Luo, so why was he looking at her?

Dongfang Luo also returned the greeting and said, "Excuse me for bothering you. I came here to burn incense and pray for the people to have good weather and good harvests, and for the country to be peaceful and prosperous."

"Amitabha! Please follow me..." The abbot put his hands together and pointed the way.

The Galan Temple is a sacred place for the royal family. It was built specifically for the royal family and carries the royal respect and faith.

Everyone followed the abbot's footsteps and slowly walked into the solemn and dignified hall, ready to worship the Buddha.

In the main hall, the air was filled with curling incense and the atmosphere was solemn and dignified. Everyone felt the profoundness and compassion of Buddhism.

Yin Youyou also followed suit and sat cross-legged beside Dongfang Mo. She closed her eyes slightly, and the abbot's deep and solemn chanting sounded in her ears. Every word was pleasing to her ears and struck deep into her soul.

Come on! Come and brainwash me, wash away my worries, and purify and sublimate my soul.

Buddha, please cleanse the dirty hearts of some people at the same time!

Lest they come out to harm the people! Otherwise, you can just be generous and take them in directly.

Dongfang Mo had been keeping an eye on Yin Youyou beside him. When he saw her eyes looking around, he knew that she would not sit still and worship Buddha. He couldn't help but laugh in his heart. She was always so different.

After worshiping the Buddha, everyone lined up to burn incense one by one, praying that their long-cherished wishes would come true soon.

At the hour of Wei, everyone went to the vegetarian restaurant in the temple to have their meal.

Yin Youyou was so hungry that she was almost starving. Suddenly, she discovered that the vegetarian dishes in the bowl had a unique flavor and were quite delicious.

After the meal, everyone is free to do what they want.

When you come to the temple, how can you not draw lots?

The women would drag their sons and daughters to draw lots, hoping to get a good lot and have good luck.

Yin Youyou refused to join them in the fun. She asked the monk for a side room and planned to rest for a while. They could just call her when they returned.

Dongfang Luo went to the abbot's Buddhist temple alone. He wanted to ask the abbot to answer his doubts.

When the abbot saw him come in, he said, "Amitabha!"

Dongfang Luo also treated him with courtesy. His voice was deep and powerful, with a bit of the majesty and expectation that only an emperor could have. "The confusion in my heart is like a fog. I hope the abbot can point me out and answer one or two questions."

After the words were spoken, the abbot did not respond immediately, but sat quietly on the cushion with his eyes closed.

The Buddhist beads in his hand turned gently on his fingertips, making a low and rhythmic sound, which formed a sharp contrast with the silence around him.

After a while, the abbot suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to contain endless wisdom and Zen.

He slightly side-glanced, casting deep eyes at Dongfang Luo, and spoke calmly but solemnly: "Amitabha, everything in the world has its destiny. Your Majesty is blessed with great fortune and has many descendants, which is a great blessing for the country. The inheritance of the throne is like the water of a river, with a long source and a long flow."

He paused and smiled softly, his smile revealing a kind of open-mindedness and wisdom that transcended the mundane world. "I'm sure the emperor has already got the answer in his heart. This person is destined by heaven. Following one's heart is the best choice."

There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, as if he could see through all illusions and reach the deepest secrets of human hearts.

The simple and direct words seemed to carry a magical power, which gradually dissipated the fog in Dongfang Luo's heart, revealing a ray of bright light.

He knew that he already had the answer in his heart, and he only needed to do whatever he wanted to achieve his wish.

Dongfang Luo couldn't help but sigh, a great monk is a great monk, he could guess what he was thinking without even asking questions.

He slowly stood up and bowed deeply to the abbot, his voice full of gratitude, "Thank you very much for your kindness in clearing up my doubts. It's getting late, so I won't bother you any more."

The abbot also stood up, put his hands together, and responded with a smile: "Amitabha, Your Majesty, there is no need to be polite. Be careful on the road."

The two said goodbye to each other, and Dongfang Luo turned and left, thinking in his heart that he would ask someone to send more money for incense in the future.

The abbot watched him go away, silently chanting the Buddha's name in his heart and praying for the safety of all living beings.

Yin Youyou was taking a nap in the side room while Dongfang Mo was helping her watch the door outside. He suddenly knocked on the door and came in, saying that a young monk was looking for her.

Nani, why are you looking for her?

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, got up tiredly, and met the cream monk with a big question mark on her face.