Secrets of Yuqing Palace

So she said with a smile: "Father and mother just need to find me a husband who is easy to control."

"From now on, Mafa, Mama, Ama, E'niang, my brothers and sisters will protect me. No one will be able to bully me."

"You, you're not even shy about talking about marriage."

As the mother and daughter chatted and laughed, the carriage soon arrived at the Huguo Temple.

The Huguo Temple is very popular and has a constant stream of believers.

When the mother and daughter got off the carriage with the help of maids and old women, they saw a young monk in a grey robe and with a pretty face who had been waiting for a long time outside the temple gate.

Upon seeing them, the young novice monk stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, may the two donors be well."

"My name is Jingkong. I have been waiting here for a long time by the order of the abbot. I have come to guide the two donors."

Fucha also performed a Buddhist ceremony and nodded slightly.

"Master Jingkong is well, thank you for troubling me."

Wanyu: "Young Master, how are you?"

Master Jingkong: "Greetings, benefactors! The dining room has been arranged. I will take you there right away."

Fucha: "Thank you, little master."

Master Jingkong led the way in front, and Wanyu and Fucha slowly walked into the temple under the guidance of Master Jingkong.

Fucha reminded her daughter, "Now that we are in the pure land of Buddhism, we must be careful about our words and actions and not make any noise."

"I understand, mother."

The tranquility and solemnity of the Huguo Temple made the mother and daughter involuntarily slow down their pace and feel the peace that transcends the world.

Soon, Jingkong led them through the crowded crowd and into a quiet courtyard.

The courtyard was very simple, with only three houses side by side, surrounded by a wall as tall as an adult man, with only a gate left.

Jingkong pushed open the gate of the yard. Although the yard was small, it was very clean and tidy.

"Amitabha, this is the room where the donors can rest for a while."

"Now that I have sent the donors here, I will not disturb you any further."

"If you have any needs, please send someone to find me. I will do my best to make the best arrangements for you."

Fucha nodded gratefully, "More Master Jingkong."

After Master Jingkong left, Nanny Dai Jia quickly brought a group of maids and servants to quickly clean up the room where the mother and daughter would rest.

After the two of them had tea and rested for a while, Fucha took Wanyu, surrounded by maids and old women, to the front hall to burn incense, pray and draw lots.

They slowly followed the crowd and arrived at the main hall.

The golden body of the Buddha was faintly visible in the smoke, looking solemn and mysterious.

Fucha knelt down in front of the Buddha statue, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and prayed silently.

Seeing her mother's pious look, Wanyu also knelt on the cushion in front of the Buddha.

In her previous life, she believed in science and actually never believed in metaphysical things like Buddhism and Taoism.

But after experiencing the experience of time travel and being reborn with all her memories, Wanyu became somewhat skeptical.

With the mentality of believing it is better to believe it than not, she prayed seriously.

First, she hopes to be successfully defeated in next year's general election and then find a husband who is easy to deal with.

Second, I hope that all my family members are healthy and free from illness and disaster.

Third, I hope my cousin will recover soon.

Yinreng had just arrived at the temple, avoiding the crowd and preparing to go through the side door of the main hall to find the presiding abbot Master Wuchen, when he inadvertently glanced at the two people praying in front of the Buddha.

He had not paid much attention to it at first, but suddenly he stopped abruptly as if he had discovered something strange.

However, the two people who were praying devoutly with their eyes closed did not notice that someone was staring at them.

[Buddha, your disciple Fucha has come here today to sincerely pray.]

May my daughter Wanyu receive the Buddha's blessing and be successfully elected in next year's general election.

[My daughter is naive and ignorant. I do not want her to enter the deep palace walls and endure endless constraints and loneliness.]

I know that everything in this world is determined by fate. I hope that Wanyu can find a good husband with good character and deep love in this world, and spend the rest of her life with him, supporting each other and growing old together.

This is the greatest wish in my heart. I hope that the Buddha will show mercy and fulfill my motherly love.

If a disciple's wish is fulfilled, he will personally come to fulfill it and offer generous incense money to express his gratitude to the Buddha!

Yinreng stared at the two people in front of him for a long time, his face unclear.

He recalled the little palace maid who was about to feed him porridge after his smallpox condition improved.

From then on, whenever he came into close contact with a woman, he would feel nauseous and dizzy.

He developed a misogynistic streak.

After the imperial physician diagnosed that there was nothing wrong with his body, the emperor invited Master Wuchen, the abbot of the Huguo Temple, to come to the palace to read his fortune.

He still remembered that Master Wuchen stared at him for a moment and said:

"Although it was unintentional, the accidental contact with the karmic law of others has planted the thread of cause and effect. This thread has entangled us, causing strange phenomena. Only when the destined person appears can this knot be untied."

The emperor didn't understand what he meant and wanted to ask for clarification.

Master Wuchen simply replied, "Everything has its own destiny, no need to worry about it."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and entered into meditation, reciting scriptures.