The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

The next day, at 5:00 AM.

Wang Xiyue got up on time and washed up.

When they arrived at Master Zhishang's thatched courtyard, it was exactly 3:45 a.m.

In the pavilion in a corner of the courtyard, the meditating master seemed to sense something and opened his eyes to look over.

Wang Xiyue thought she had gotten up very early, but she didn't expect her master to have gotten up even earlier.

She didn't know how long her master had been waiting, so she quickly stepped forward, cupped her hands in greeting, and said, "Master, I'm late, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"

Seeing that Wang Xiyue's face no longer looked as tired as yesterday, the master replied gently, "Yes, it's alright. From now on, you only need to come after 6:00 AM. There's no need to come earlier."

"Is everything arranged?"

As Wang Xiyue knelt on the prayer mat at her master's instruction, she truthfully recounted what had happened the previous day.

The master nodded after listening, quite satisfied with the arrangements made for the brother and sister.

Then he asked the question that had been bothering him, "Child, do you still have the Buddhist prayer beads I gave you?"

Wang Xiyue was first stunned, then uneasy. Her master actually knew about this. Could it be that this Buddhist bead could not be given away or that there were some taboos?

I was so caught up in a moment of madness that I sent it away without even realizing it might harm Dongfang Yu.

So she quickly explained the whole story of how she gave away the Buddhist beads.

She asked again and again, "Master, is there something wrong?"

The master sighed softly, "Origin is due to causes and conditions; it will never perish or dissipate."

"Once you two are connected, your fates will be intertwined forever."

No wonder the youngest apprentice arrived a year early.

Although the master was surprised, he still explained to his disciple, "It is beneficial to others, but harmful to you. Without this to suppress your emotions, you are very prone to mental distress and emotional instability."

"In this world, everything has its gains and losses! Since you've already given it away, there's no need to dwell on it anymore."

"Good fortune may be the foundation of misfortune, and misfortune may be the basis of good fortune."

"Now that you're here, settle down and focus on your cultivation!"

After listening to the master's words, Wang Xiyue calmed down.

She was truly afraid that her good intentions would backfire, and that her impulsive decision might inadvertently implicate innocent people.

It seems she'll have to be more careful and cautious in the future.

Master Zhishang had actually made preliminary plans for teaching his apprentice last night, but now he still wanted to hear her thoughts before tailoring his teaching to her individual needs.

“Child, the main reason I took you as my disciple is to help you stabilize your mind and control your emotions, so naturally you will mainly study Buddhist scriptures.”

"But I also have some knowledge in other fields. Would you like to learn anything else?"

Wang Xiyue is naturally quiet and loves reading. She is not afraid of learning. The more knowledge she can learn, the more useful it will be to her, so why not?

She herself didn't know what to learn, but she absolutely couldn't neglect scriptures and martial arts.

She knew that the master was so famous not only because of his profound Buddhist teachings, but also because he had real skills in other areas, though she was completely unaware of them.

This made her even more curious, "Master, what else can you do?"

The master smiled slowly, "I am somewhat familiar with calligraphy, medicine, the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, and astrology."

Wang Xiyue was very surprised that her master knew so much.

Although he humbly said he knew a little, his master was famous throughout the world, so he definitely did not just know the basics. He must have been very accomplished, otherwise how could he have predicted his future when he was an infant?

She lowered her head and began to think seriously.

Force can never solve all problems, but being powerless is definitely the biggest disadvantage. Moreover, she doesn't like to talk nonsense, and often prefers to take action rather than use words.

Many people suffer from illnesses throughout their lives. Without a healthy body, even the most gifted talents will find it difficult to realize their potential, as exemplified by Dongfang Yu.

After careful consideration, she realized she would be staying here for at least five or six years, so the more she learned, the better.

So she solemnly decided, "Master, I learn martial arts for self-defense. I have already received two years of instruction in the manor, and I hope to receive further guidance from the martial monks in the temple."

"Healing the sick and saving lives is a way to accumulate merit. Although I don't know if people have past lives or reincarnation, I want to save more patients in this life to accumulate some merit. Even if I can't become a miracle doctor in the future, I am willing to alleviate the suffering of some patients."

"As for astrology and the Eight Trigrams, although the Dao of Heaven seems ethereal and elusive, all things in the world are interconnected and have countless connections. I also want to follow my master to experience the changes in all things in the world. Even if I can only grasp the superficial aspects, it will still be a good thing."

"I won't deliberately study calligraphy. As long as I can read and write it, that's enough. I'm just an ordinary person and have no interest in music, chess, calligraphy, or painting."

The master listened with a relieved smile and nodded gently, without pointing out what was good or bad.

His newly accepted disciple was clearly a pragmatic child who disliked pretentiousness. Although he was still young, his straightforward and unyielding character was already beginning to emerge.

After careful consideration, the master determined the direction of his young disciple's future cultivation.

Buddhist scriptures come first, followed by martial arts and medicine, then the I Ching, and finally, if there is still time, one should go to the library to learn about other fields.

From then on, Wang Xiyue began her journey of practicing Buddhism with her hair still intact at Guozhao Temple.

Every day from morning till night, I spend two hours studying scriptures, one and a half hours practicing martial arts, one and a half hours studying medicine, and one hour studying the I Ching and other things.

Wang Xiyue spends at least six hours a day, basically not having a moment's rest except for eating and sleeping.

Wang Xiyue felt that this kind of life was pretty good.

Although it was tough, every day was fulfilling.

From that day on, the only daughter of the Prime Minister's family, who rarely went out, completely disappeared from the sight of everyone in the capital.

Wang Boxing neither explained nor concealed anything, but simply announced to the public that his daughter was ill and had left the capital with her master for treatment, and would return once she was cured.

Two months later, under Li Zhengji's continuous acupuncture and drug treatment, Dongfang Yu's health improved significantly.

Originally, Li Zhengji thought that the Hundred Poison Pearl could only remove half of the toxins in Dongfang Yu's body at most, so he planned to spend another six months clearing the remaining toxins.

By then the broken bones will have healed, and to realign them, the bones will have to be broken again.

However, things progressed much better than he had expected. The Hundred Poison Pearl absorbed nine-tenths of the toxins on its first use, and the remaining one-tenth had little effect. Dongfang Yu's physical condition gradually improved, and his leg injury also recovered quite well.

Dongfang Yu can now walk independently without crutches. As long as he doesn't walk too fast or for too long, he's basically no different from an ordinary person.

Since their last parting, Dongfang Yu has not seen anyone from the Prime Minister's residence.

Through his subtle questioning of Li Zhengji, he finally learned the truth.

His savior, his little girl, is really gone.

He didn't know where she had gone.

He didn't know when she would return.

That sense of loss, at certain moments, made him think that meeting her was just a dream, and that when he woke up, everything would vanish.

He is currently struggling to survive and can only painfully accept reality.

......

one year later.

After confirming that his younger sister could fully adapt to life in the temple, Wang Xijie also moved out of Guozhao Temple.

After that, to avoid being noticed, the family agreed that on the sixteenth of each month, he would accompany his parents to visit his sister at the Yue Nian Nunnery.

Four more years passed.

When Xia Yi turned twenty, Wang Xiyue gave her her indenture and urged her to leave the mansion and get married.

One year later.

A thatched courtyard.

Master Zhishang sat in the main seat inside the room, with Abbot Huiming standing to his left and Kongyuan and Kongjian to his right.

Wang Xiyue knelt on the prayer mat in the center of the room and respectfully kowtowed three times to her master, saying, "Disciple thanks Master for his meticulous teaching over the past six years!"

After six years of living and working together, her mentor was not only a teacher who imparted knowledge to her, but also like a loving grandfather. Her feelings of filial piety were greater than those of a teacher and student.

Wang Xijie stood about ten feet behind his sister.

The master stood up and helped his young apprentice up. Looking at the calm and upright boy in front of him, he felt a little dazed.

The first time I saw her, she was a baby, crying loudly.

The second time we met, he was still acting like a mature little adult.

Now, in the blink of an eye, six years have passed.

She has now grown into a young woman. He has witnessed every bit of her growth and progress over the past few years. He is very gratified to have such a disciple. Although her future is shrouded in mystery and he cannot foresee it, he has no regrets in this life for being able to take her as his disciple.

"My child, you must walk the road ahead alone. This is all I can do for you."

"When faced with any choices in the future, just follow your heart. I believe you can make the best decision."

Wang Xiyue's eyes reddened, her nose stung, and tears streamed down her face.

At this moment, she felt not only sadness at leaving her master, but also gratitude for being trusted by him. She realized that being recognized and trusted was what she needed most.

Her throat tightened, and she opened her mouth but couldn't speak for a long time. Her master had been with her and taken care of her for so many years, and he was already the closest person to her.

The master gently stroked Wang Xiyue's head and kindly comforted her, "Master is always here. Whenever you come, whatever help you need, Master will be here!"

"Good child, don't cry, come with your brother! Your parents are waiting for you to come home!"

Wang Xijie stepped forward, gently put his arm around his sister's shoulder, and patted her back. "Yueyue, don't be sad. Whenever you miss the Master, I'll come with you to visit him."

Over the past few years, Wang Xijie has been the one who knows his younger sister's growth path best.

In the first year, the whole family was worried about her being alone, so he saw his sister almost every day. He was also the one who understood best how arduous his sister's spiritual journey was.

He had been studying under Master Zhishang for over a month, and the intensity was almost unbearable for a grown man like him. Every day was filled with complicated and difficult scriptures, or the same boring and tedious martial arts training day after day. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was working from dawn till dusk.

Every moment, except for sleeping and eating, he never saw his sister slack off for a single moment. He was ashamed of his own lack of perseverance and determination.

His sister's life was so hectic every day, and he couldn't understand why she worked so hard.

At first, he thought his sister just wanted to go home as soon as possible. But he gradually realized that as she grew older, she became more indifferent and withdrawn, and she was not closer to or more dependent on her parents or him.

Many times he wondered if his family had a throne to inherit, which was why his sister was working so hard.

The following year, her younger sister had fully adapted to life at the temple, and her health was perfectly fine. So her parents were no longer as worried as they had been initially. Moreover, Xia Yi was always taking care of her, so Wang Xijie didn't have to visit his sister every day. He was able to return to the capital with peace of mind to receive his father's comprehensive guidance.

From then on, in order to prevent the Prime Minister's residence from being plotted against by those with ulterior motives, the family decided to meet secretly once a month at Guozhao Temple.

Spending so much time with his younger sister, Wang Xijie was always influenced by her diligent and hardworking spirit. Many times, he felt ashamed when he wanted to slack off, and he was forced to learn a lot of things as well.

Whether it was obscure knowledge or arduous martial arts, my sister diligently studied and practiced day after day.

Wang Xijie watched as his younger sister became more and more like a taut bowstring, being pulled tighter and tighter.

He felt heartbroken but couldn't take the blame for her.

The whole family hopes that she can return home as soon as possible after completing her studies.

Separation is something Wang Xiyue dislikes, but life is a constant cycle of separation and reunion; parting and reunion are the norm in life.

She composed herself, wiped away her tears, and then solemnly bowed to the others present.

"Thank you so much, Abbot, for your patient guidance over the past six years!"

"Thank you so much for your care and support over the years, brothers Kongyuan and Kongjian."

Abbot Huiming smiled and clasped his hands together. He and Wang Xiyue were of the same generation in terms of lineage, but in terms of age, he was like a father to her. He could only praise this junior sister who was growing up very fast.

Kong Yuan and Kong Jian returned the greeting solemnly, willingly and sincerely addressing her as "Little Martial Aunt!"

Although they were much older than Wang Xiyue, they were the juniors in terms of seniority and teacher-student relationship. At first, they felt very uncomfortable and somewhat unwilling to address her.

They thought she became the master's last disciple because of the prime minister's family behind her, but over the past six years, they have studied and learned from each other, and the two of them admire her sincerely from the bottom of their hearts.

There are many smart people, but girls who are smart, kind, self-disciplined, and hardworking are rare.

Buddhist practice emphasizes cultivating the mind. Her understanding of the scriptures and the steadfastness of her mind far surpass most of the monks in the temple, second only to the abbot and the master. It is inevitable and deserved that she would be favored by Master Zhishang.

Furthermore, the more she grew, the stronger her aloof and imposing aura became.

They are actually very reluctant to admit that, many times, they are easily intimidated by her ruthless and decisive nature.

After bowing to her four masters again, Wang Xiyue resolutely turned around and left without looking back.

Separation is also another form of reunion.

Looking forward to seeing you again next time!

......

After six years of growth, Chen Tian has been promoted to the position of chief bodyguard of the Prime Minister's Office. He is no longer the impulsive and showy young bodyguard he once was.

Although the young lady and young master had long since grown up enough to protect themselves, to ensure that nothing went wrong, he still personally led the return procession to the city this time, accompanied by the sixteen best guards from the Prime Minister's residence.

"Set off."

At the command, Chen Tian took the lead and galloped away.

Eight guards followed closely behind on horseback.

Two strong horses pulled the carriage, and it ran steadily and quickly.

One chariot, nine riders in front and eight riders behind.

In the blink of an eye, the entire group disappeared at the end of the road.

As the carriage moved along, Wang Xiyue leaned against the carriage and closed her eyes to rest.

For the past six years, she didn't know why, but she always felt an urgent desire to grow up, as if there was something waiting for her to accomplish. At the same time, she also wanted to share her father's burdens as soon as possible, so she really did her best to learn things.

This is an era where power and force reign supreme, and the only way for her to protect her family is to keep becoming stronger.

Master Zhishang accepted her as a disciple without holding back any of his knowledge, passing on all his skills to her, which she diligently studied.

She had a wide range of knowledge, including Buddhist scriptures, medicine, astronomy, geography, and even books in temple libraries about people's livelihood, business, the martial arts world, and the imperial court.

She feared she would regret not having enough knowledge when she needed it, so she memorized everything in one go.

Wang Xiyue considers herself a pragmatic person. She spends ten times more time learning things that might be useful in the future than others. Although she can't say that she can master everything, the knowledge she needs to acquire is already deeply imprinted in her mind.

What she lacks most now is hands-on experience and flexible application.

Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. After returning to the capital, she should go out and gain experience.

Whether knowledge is useful or not depends entirely on practical verification.

Amidst the swaying of the carriage, Wang Xiyue managed to fall asleep, a rare occurrence for her.