Deep Palace Pet Peach Blossom Flawless

Emperor Shenwu finally looked at Concubine Wen and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Wenpin gritted her teeth and said, "I'm just surprised that Yipin's handwriting is so good!"

Emperor Shenwu's impatience gradually grew. "Are you dissatisfied with the fact that someone else's handwriting is better than yours? Or are you doubting me? Concubine Wen, you are arrogant because of your talent and look down on everyone, but not everyone in this world is as you think."

Emperor Shenwu lost his patience: "Li Xiang!"

Li Xiang quickly responded, "Let's go to Qianzheng Palace!"

As Concubine Wen watched the dragon chariot sail further and further away, she murmured, "It's not what I thought? Do you expect me to believe that the daughter of a warrior is so talented?"

At night, Emperor Shenwu brought Lan Qingwu out of the palace. The long street was brightly lit, crowded with people, and extremely lively.

Lan Qingwu was truly happy. She felt like she was back in her youth, pulling Emperor Shenwu for a leisurely stroll.

Emperor Shenwu, pulled by Lan Qingwu, strolled through the long street with great interest. They stopped in front of a mask stall, which was filled with a dazzling array of masks.

Lan Qingwu took a black mask with gold edges. The mask was only half, and the workmanship was exquisite and domineering. Lan Qingwu gestured as if she wanted to put it on Emperor Shenwu. Emperor Shenwu also bent down slightly and cooperated with her to let her put the mask on him.

The black mask covered half of the emperor's face, leaving only the area below the eyes, the straight nose, thin lips, and the more angular lower half of the face.

Under the mask, the emperor's deeper and narrower phoenix eyes looked at Lan Qingwu with a smile, letting her play.

Lan Qingwu felt a little regretful after putting the mask on Emperor Shenwu. On the long street, the lights were as bright as day, and many young girls and wives could not help but stop and quietly look at the even more eye-catching handsome face of Emperor Shenwu.

Lan Qingwu naturally noticed those gazes. The smile on her lips faded slightly. She blinked her eyes and unconsciously used her hands to cover the angular lower half of Emperor Shenwu's face.

Emperor Shenwu couldn't help but laugh and teased Lan Qingwu: "You are narrow-minded."

Then the Emperor chose a golden swallowtail butterfly mask and bent down to put it on Lan Qingwu. Looking at Lan Qingwu's captivating eyes under the mask, the Emperor couldn't help but say, "Ruoruo, your eyes are so beautiful!"

Lan Qingwu looked even more mysterious and attractive with the mask on. Feeling the gazes falling on her from time to time, Emperor Shenwu subtly understood Lan Qingwu's feelings just now and really wanted to hide her!

Lan Qingwu felt the scorching gaze of Emperor Shenwu, which was about to burn her. She unconsciously lowered her eyes slightly, and her cheeks couldn't help but feel slightly hot.

Emperor Shenwu embraced Lan Qingwu and walked away. Li Xiang and Qiulan followed behind them, quickly paying the vendors. Guards like Qian Hui, dressed in ordinary clothes, disguised themselves as ordinary people and scattered among the crowd, secretly protecting the emperor and his concubine.

On the other side of the street corner, Master Ku Nan and his two direct disciples Zhi Yan and Buyu set up a stall closest to the street corner, dedicated to answering questions for those who were interested. In the past, only the monk Buyu would go to Guoan Temple on the sixth and sixteenth day of every month to answer questions for ordinary people.

This time, Master Zhiyan returned to the imperial city from practicing outside. Master Kunnan ordered his eldest disciple Zhiyan and second disciple Buyu to go down the mountain together, which was equivalent to letting them practice and accumulate virtue in the world. However, when they were about to leave the temple, Master Kunnan seemed to have some feelings, so he took out a string of Buddhist beads that he had enshrined in his meditation room for nearly 30 years, and went down the Guoan Temple with them.

The young Master Buyu was very confused. He sat in front of the stall and looked back at Master Kuku from time to time. However, Master Zhiyan sat beside Master Buyu as still as a mountain, reciting Buddhist scriptures as if no one was around, and twirling the Buddhist beads with his left hand.

Master Ku Ku looked at the two of them and asked, "Do you want to ask why Master followed you down the mountain today? Or do you want to ask why Master took your wife's master's Buddhist beads down the mountain?"

Buyu looked at the Buddhist beads that belonged to his wife's master. His master had been offering this string of beads for nearly thirty years and it had never been moved from his meditation room. Why did his master take it down?

He looked at Master Suffering again, and Master Suffering replied, "Amitabha!"

Master Kunku did not answer, but just looked at Zhiyan with his Buddha-like eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched. Could it be that he sensed that Brother Zhiyan's mouth was going to cause trouble?

Zhiyan sensed something and immediately replied, "Amitabha! Master, Junior Brother, Zhiyan is practicing outside this time, mainly cultivating his speech. Once, Zhiyan met a man who was destined to be childless in this life. He found that he had both a son and a daughter, but he didn't say anything."

After he finished speaking, he nodded solemnly, indicating that he really was keeping his mouth shut.

Buyu's mouth twitched even more when he heard this. Why did he feel that there was something more problematic about his senior brother?

Lan Qingwu and Emperor Shenwu unknowingly walked to the corner of the street.

Master Buyu stared intently at every person passing by on the street, looking for the destined person. From time to time, he also glanced at Senior Brother Zhiyan who was not far behind him. When he looked at Senior Brother Zhiyan again, he unconsciously widened his already round eyes. Senior Brother Zhiyan had been sitting behind him, but he disappeared without a trace!

Master Zhiyan had already seen Lan Qingwu in the crowd. He stared at Lan Qingwu and after a few breaths he was already a few steps away from Lan Qingwu.

Lan Qingwu was looking at the various jewelry on the stall with great interest when he heard a monk's compassionate voice: "Amitabha, this female donor!"

Lan Qingwu looked back and saw a young monk looking at her with compassion. There was a natural cinnabar between his eyebrows, and the Buddha's nature was overflowing from his body. Lan Qingwu's heart seemed to sink to the bottom of a lake. The Shenwu Emperor couldn't help but frown.

He looked at Lan Qingwu directly and said, "Female donor, you are here in this world, but your soul is unstable. If your soul is unstable, your life will be uncertain. You have already experienced two death disasters since you were born. Why don't you return to the void as soon as possible and return to the place where you belong!"

The smile on Lan Qingwu's face had long disappeared, and she was still in shock. Had she met a real enlightened monk?

The Shenwu Emperor beside him turned cold and pulled Lan Qingwu behind him. "What nonsense are you talking about? Judging from your clothes, you are a monk from the Guoan Temple? Where is your master?"

Master Zhiyan didn't look at Emperor Shenwu, but instead stared at Lan Qingwu, whose profile was only visible behind him. "My name is Zhiyan. Benefactor, you've experienced hardships since birth, and you've been weak and sickly. Fortunately, you were blessed by a virtuous family, allowing you to grow up safely. However, when you were fourteen, something unexpected happened, and you became seriously ill and bedridden. You almost died, and your soul once again dispersed."

"Even if you survived the last fatal crisis, you'd have nightmares, worries, and troubles. You couldn't be frightened or get seriously ill. Even taking medicine would be ineffective. Am I right?"

Yes! Why not? Lan Qingwu had been frail since birth and nearly died young. Then, at fourteen, she fell seriously ill—a perfect double whammy. And Lan Qingwu wasn't originally from the Great Sheng Dynasty. So, was this monk trying to convert her, or perhaps destroy her soul?

Qiulan sensed Lan Qingwu's uneasiness and asked cautiously, "Master, what does it mean to return to the void?"

Lan Qingwu whispered, "It means to disperse the three souls and seven spirits." If the soul and spirit fly away and dissipate into nothingness, is it possible to return to her original world?

Qiulan was surprised: "When a person loses his three souls and seven spirits, isn't that..." She glared at Zhiyan. Why did this monk actually persuade people to die?