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Master Huiliu bowed his head and pondered.After a while, he stood up, looked up at Xiao Shiquan seriously and said: "Your Highness, you are already a transparent and comfortable person who has jumped out of all etiquette and teachings. With Huiliu's talent and understanding, you can't teach Your Highness anything."

"Why does the mage make such an assertion? Is there something abrupt about Shiquan's lies?" Xiao Shiquan faintly noticed the melancholy in Huiliu's words, which made him a little flustered.

"To tell you the truth, the poor monk was originally ordered by His Majesty to release it from His Highness, but His Highness is no longer the poor monk's ability to explain it; on the contrary, the longer you get along with Your Highness honestly, the more your mind will be deviated." Huiliu turned sideways. He walked two steps, maintaining a calm attitude, like a sober bystander.

Xiao Shiquan was a little surprised in his heart, and immediately realized that he was not the only one who felt this way.Before, he only cared about his own ideas and assumptions, ignoring that although Huiliu was a monk practicing as a monk, he was also an ordinary person.

Xiao Shiquan still smiled and said: "Master, you have already explained that 'use without existence is a vacuum; emptiness without nothing is a wonderful existence.' This is the wonderful existence of Buddhism." He also stood up, He continued: "Emptiness is not obstinate emptiness, existence is not obsession with existence. The joy born naturally is my mood for the mage."

"Very good...very good." Huiliu whispered with his back turned to him, her voice was still clear and peaceful, but her soap-colored collar was trembling a little.

Xiao Shiquan took two steps forward, and pressed his fair cheeks against Huiliu's collar and the back of his neck.

Joy, fame, belief, ideal, achievement.All choices, sometimes only in square inches.

Time seemed to stand still.One eyelash of Xiao Shiquan followed Huiliu's breathing, and gently brushed the skin on the back of his neck, while smelling the scent of sandalwood on his clothes.

"Shiquan..." Hearing Huiliu's soft voice calling him was very clear, Xiao Shiquan didn't move his cheeks, but just touched his right hand along his arm, aligned with his palm, and interlaced his fingers, Slowly clasp his cold slender fingers.

"Master, your hands are so cold." Xiao Shiquan heard his voice soft.The fingers that were clasped by him also gently clasped his.

After a long time, Huiliu let go of Xiao Shiquan's hold on his hand, walked a few steps forward slowly, turned around and said indifferently: "Your Highness, poor monk...don't dare."

Xiao Shiquan smiled, and his smile was very good-looking. His eyes stopped on Huiliu's deep and bright eyebrows: "Master, I am really abrupt. However, there is nothing worth nostalgic about in Jiankang City. The Buddhists have abandoned the world. Confucianism and Taoism are so restrictive, I feel very comfortable."

Although he didn't know exactly what Xiao Shiquan meant, but his appearance made people feel inexplicably heartbroken, or he didn't accomplish what he should do at all, Huiliu had mixed feelings in his heart, so he could only calm down and say: " I will meet His Highness in the palace in the future."

"Naturally." After finishing speaking, Xiao Shiquan turned and said goodbye, dressed in white.

Not long after, it was rumored that the Ninth Prince disappeared in the palace and could not be found anywhere in the city or even the whole country.Xiao Yan's heart ached, but within a few months, the Hou Jing Rebellion broke out.The Liang army was defeated, Taicheng was besieged, the people were burned, killed and looted by all parties, Xiao Yan starved to death in the palace, the princes killed each other to seize power, and finally the Liang Dynasty was replaced by the Chen Dynasty.Numerous temples were destroyed and rebuilt in the war.And Huiliu, together with some surviving monks, continued to teach and translate scriptures in Tongtai Temple.

One autumn day many years later, he received a letter full of wind and frost marks after traveling through mountains and rivers.Suddenly he was moved, and he opened it up and read it urgently: "...I have passed through Dunhuang with the caravan...and finally arrived at Nalanda. In Tianzhu, I want to get close to the most authentic Buddhism. ... Huiliu, write me back."

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Nalanda is an ancient Indian Buddhist temple and academic center, built in the 5th century