Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

The yellow lion ran happily down the mountain and passed by the corpses of the dead wild wolves again on the way. The blizzard had covered half of their bodies.

The big furry dog ​​stopped and sniffed the wolf's corpse, then raised its head with a hint of doubt in its big black eyes.

It always felt that besides the smell of wolves, there was also the smell of another wild beast.

But there were only the corpses of these wild wolves around, and the smell of blood almost completely covered the smell of the other beast.

The blizzard continued to pour down, and the faint smell completely dissipated into the night.

The yellow lion tilted its head and decided to go home and eat meat.

At the gate of Qingquan Villa, a boy wrapped in a new cotton-padded jacket made for winter was squatting under the eaves, gnawing on a chicken leg.

The princess ordered people to deliver a lot of supplies a few days ago. In addition, the villa itself produces a lot. Aunt Fu has been making delicious food in different ways every day these days.

The princess is here today, and Aunt Fu is so happy that she uses all her skills to prepare a sumptuous meal for the princess.

At noon, the kitchen prepared a large pot of braised chicken legs. Aunt Fu stewed the chicken legs until they were hot and brought them to Shan Yazi along with the pot:

"Eat some chicken legs first to fill your stomach. Anything you can't finish will be given to Huang Shi. Aunt Fu is going to show off her skills today!"

The boy had just finished eating the third chicken leg when he heard a familiar barking sound coming from the mountain path.

He quickly stood up with the chicken leg in his mouth and looked at the big yellow dog running towards the gate with satisfaction.

It seems that it has successfully sent the eleventh prince to the Fahua Temple.

He said, on this mountain road, the yellow lion is the king!

It was a blessing for the man who followed the princess to be protected by the yellow lion as he went up the mountain.

The yellow lion pounced on the boy excitedly with its tongue hanging out. The chicken legs on the table were its own!

Shan Yazi watched with a smile as the yellow lion raised its front paws and jumped onto the table. Then his eyes fixed and he shouted in a hoarse voice:

"stop!!"

The yellow lion turned to look at him in confusion, not knowing what the boy was trying to do.

The boy's face became very serious. He walked up to the yellow lion and held its front paw. He found that there was blood that had not yet dried, and a little gray-black fur on it.

"Yellow Lion, have you encountered a wolf?"

The yellow lion nodded and barked, even though it was too late to fight with the wolves.

Shan Yazi quickly turned the yellow lion over and over and checked it from top to bottom. After confirming that it was not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"That prince is really lucky. Fortunately, you followed him, otherwise he would have been dragged away by the wolf now."

The yellow lion tilted its head and looked at the boy. It couldn't bark again, but it didn't know what to say. By the time it arrived, the wolves were already dead.

"Good boy, hurry up and eat, this basin of chicken legs is all yours!"

The yellow lion's eyes lit up, and it plunged its big head into the bowl and started eating voraciously.

On Qingquan Mountain, there is the Zen room of Fahua Temple.

Outside, the entire front hall and the roofs of the meditation rooms of the Fahua Temple were covered with white snow. The strong wind blew the snowflakes into the air, and long icicles hung under the eaves of the temple.

In such bad weather, the warm light in the Zen room is like a lighthouse on an isolated island, exuding a sense of tranquility and serenity.

Inside the meditation room, a handsome and tall man in black sat opposite the abbot of Fahua Temple.

The young man in black sat on the mat with an upright and elegant posture, exuding a calm and unhurried demeanor.

His face was as angular as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely handsome, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

The abbot, Master Mi Guang, has nine scars on his head, his eyebrows are already gray, his face is old but his expression is calm, and his eyes, which have experienced many vicissitudes of life, reveal wisdom and compassion.

"I haven't seen you for many years. Master, you look good."

Murong Hui spoke, his voice was low and powerful, with an irresistible magnetism.

Master Mi Guang stared at the young man in front of him, shook his head slightly and sighed:

"I never thought that the young man who was seriously injured and dying back then would be the eleventh prince of Beiliang."

Murong Hui lowered his head and smiled:

"I never thought that the wandering monk who was full of compassion and cured the sick and saved people turned out to be the abbot of the Fahua Temple of Da Chu."

Master Mi Guang put his palms together, chanted the Buddha's name, lowered his eyes and said:

"With great compassion, treat all living beings equally, regardless of whether they are enemies or friends. Compassion is the place of practice."

"With the same compassionate heart, we can save all living beings, not refusing to endure hardships, not avoiding boiling water or charcoal. Compassion is the place of practice."

"If one has achieved the six supernatural powers, he can accomplish inconceivable things for all sentient beings. Supernatural powers are the place of practice."

"One can gradually abandon the greed of the lower realms, and even abandon the greed of the formless concentration and the cessation concentration, thereby achieving ultimate liberation. Liberation is the place of practice."

Murong Hui listened to this quietly, looked up at Master Mi Guang, and then spoke:

"I understand the Master's painstaking efforts, but I am obsessed with the idea in my heart. I cannot reach the Master's realm, let alone the magical power, and I cannot achieve the Master's expectations."

Master Mi Guang looked at this handsome young man in silence, and finally sighed and stopped forcing him.

The door of the meditation room opened, and a novice monk led Murong Hui to the meditation room for rest. On the way, they passed by a platform on the edge of a cliff in Fahua Temple.

In the raging snowstorm, Murong Hui looked intently down the mountain.

Qingquan Villa is far away at the foot of the mountain, but the lights in the villa are still brightly lit and can be clearly seen even at the top of the mountain.

Murong Hui stared at the light in the wind and snow, and his cold eyes gradually showed a hint of warmth.

In Qingquan Villa.

Yue Ran had just taken a shower and was sitting alone on the step-out bed on the second floor of the bamboo building. With her half-dry long hair spread out, she looked carefully at the exquisite bunk bed.

After dinner, she asked Mr. Kui about the smilax china.

Kui Ye was a little surprised, but still told the truth:

"If you're asking about the hundred-year-old bone-suspension wood, it's not really that precious in the hands of the late princess. If you want to use it, please go to the second floor of the bamboo building, the boudoir that the late princess prepared for you."

The old man stroked his goat beard and smiled:

"That step-out bed is made from a whole tree of 300-year-old genus Agrimony!"

"The late princess has prepared many rare things for you and my young lady, waiting for you to use as your dowry when you get married."

At this point, Kui Ye's voice was a little choked, and he couldn't help but look up at the sky, suppressing the bitterness in his eyes.

Back then, the late princess Lu Qingrong built a paradise for her daughter bit by bit in Qingquan Villa. Now, everything has changed and only the old people around the late princess are left in the villa to guard the things she left behind.

Yue Ran got off the bed, wearing a quilted brocade robe, and paced around the room, looking at the gift her mother left for her.

The strings of the guqin beside me emitted a faint ethereal vibrato amid the roar of the wind and snow outside the window.

A new bronze mirror was placed on the exquisite dressing table, every drawer of the mahogany dressing table was filled with exquisite jewelry, and even the wooden comb was carved with delicate patterns.

On the day Chu Hantian visited the villa at night, Aunt Fu had already hidden the dressing box, and only sent it back to the bamboo house tonight:

"He can't steal other things, but he can't steal the dressing box. If the thief takes it away, the late princess will come to find me at night!"

Yue Ran touched those jewelry that were a bit outdated but very expensive and gorgeous. The corners of her lips curled up and tears finally couldn't stop falling:

"Mother, I miss you so much..."