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Nie Wushuang covered her lips tightly to prevent herself from screaming.

Qingyuan's face suddenly turned livid. He glared angrily at Qingsi in front of him and said coldly: "What does it mean to be sexually immoral in the temple? I, Qingyuan, am completely innocent. Even if I am in front of the Buddha, I have a clear conscience! Unlike you who are greedy for life and afraid of death, not only If you don’t protect the queen, you will confuse right and wrong..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qingsi pushed him to the ground. Several monks winked and stepped forward to punch and kick him. In the secret room, Nie Wushuang couldn't help but cry silently, feeling anxious, but couldn't get out. Qingyuan was beaten into a ball by them, but he pursed his lips and remained silent.

Qingsi and a few monks were tired from the beating, and then they began to rummage around cursingly, leaving a mess in the monastery that had been restored to its original state. They searched for a long time and couldn't find anyone, so they could only leave bitterly.

Qingsi turned around, looked at Qingyuan who fell to the ground, and said with a ferocious smile: "Now that King Rui is angry and has cut off the food and water in the temple, there will be more monks who are resentful of you. Even if you really If the queen hands it over, you will soon be the abbot of Donglin Temple!"

Qingyuan on the ground looked at him, holding back the pain in his body, and said with a cold smile: "Everything I have done is worthy of my heart and worthy of the Buddha. Even if everyone in the temple hates me, the Buddha will understand and go... to the West Tianji. In the land of happiness, it will be clear who is doing good and who is doing evil! Feng."

Qingsi felt angry when she saw that he was stubborn and restless, but there was nothing she could do against him. I can only leave in anger.

Quietness returned to the Zen room. Nie Wushuang waited for a long time until there was no sound outside, and then started groping in the secret room. Finally she found a protruding mechanism, and she was overjoyed. It turned out that this secret room could only be opened from the outside, but she didn't expect that it could also be opened from the inside. As soon as she pressed it, she quickly ran out of the secret room and helped Qingyuan who fell on the ground.

Just one look made her want to cry. Qingyuan's body was red, swollen and bruised, and the monk's robe was torn in several places. His face and body were even more scarred.

"Qingyuan..." She felt extremely guilty. It was all her fault. All these disasters were because of her.

When Qing Qing saw her crying, he couldn't help but said urgently: "Mother... don't come out, go in quickly..."

Nie Wushuang felt even more heartbroken when she saw that he was still worried about his own safety at this time. She helped him sit up, tears streaming down his face: "Qingyuan, let me go out."

When Qingyuan heard this, he quickly grabbed her arm, and his usually gentle voice became a little more serious: "Is the Queen going to fall into the hands of such cruel people? He...he has too much violence in his body. Don’t take any chances!”

Nie Wushuang was speechless. She looked at Qingyuan who was covered with injuries with tears in her eyes: "But what should you do? What should we do about the entire Donglin Temple? I...I can't become a sinner of Donglin Temple..."

Qingyuan sighed and helped her: "Empress, you are not a sinner. This murder was committed by Xiao Fengqing."

Nie Wushuang felt even more sad when he heard this. No, this killing was half as bad as hers. If she had not entered the palace, if she had agreed to him and made a living in the world from now on and never returned to the Yingguo Palace, none of this would have happened.

It was her fault, she was too greedy for that fleeting moment of tenderness, it was her fault that she could not cut off her love for Xiao Fengming...

But is this also wrong? Is it wrong to love someone?

Her heart had never been so pious. She shook Qingyuan's warm hand and asked sadly: "Will Buddha forgive me? Forgive me for the sins I have committed?"

Qingyuan sighed, put his hand on her forehead, his eyes were pure and compassionate: "Buddha will forgive, Buddha is omnipotent and omniscient..."

…

Another day passed and it was night again. Tomorrow was the last day when Xiao Fengqing issued the ultimatum. There was a sense of despair throughout the temple. In extreme panic and with no food or water, the monks felt that the end had come, so they all went to the Buddhist hall to chant sutras loudly and pray for the Buddha's blessing.

Qingsi came a few more times, but no matter how he pressed or tortured, Qingyuan just remained silent. After several attempts, he was so exhausted that he was out of breath. Nie Wushuang hid in the secret room and watched with tears as they tortured Qingyuan, but could only watch without daring to make a sound.

Finally they all left, and Nie Wushuang came out. She looked at Qingyuan who had been tortured for a day, and her heart ached like a knife. Qingyuan had already passed out, and her trembling hands brushed off his sleeves, revealing a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Tears, scattered like rain.

How could she be so virtuous that he could be so affectionate, and what sins had she done to make him fall in love with her after he escaped into Buddhism...

Qingyuan woke up, looked at her expression, then looked at his wrist, and suddenly sighed: "Empress..."

Nie Wushuang looked at him, tears falling on his face: "You...you will fall into hell if you do this, and the world will not forgive you..."

Qingyuan smiled weakly and looked at her, his clear eyes without any impurity: "But the Lord Buddha will understand Qingyuan's heart. He will know that Qingyuan has no dirty thoughts in his heart. He only wishes the empress to be safe and happy for the rest of her life..."

Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. He looked at Nie Wushuang, his eyes gradually becoming misty: "Buddha has great love, Qingyuan loves the world, and also loves the empress..."

Nie Wushuang looked at him in pain and cried silently on the ground. The beads between the wrists were stained with tears and became as warm and moist as black jade.

…

That day finally arrived, it was just dawn and the morning light had not yet spread over Donglin Temple. The huge bell rang heavily, one after another, the sound was deafening.

Nie Wushuang lay tightly on the wall of the secret room, looking at Qingyuan bathed in the morning light. he

The blood on his face has been washed away, and he has put on neat white monk's robes and a fiery red cassock. There were still bruises on his handsome face, but his face was as calm as water.

The door to the Zen room was rudely knocked open. Qingyuan calmly raised his eyes and looked at the soldiers who rushed into the Zen room, and declared a Buddhist chant: "Dear donors, Qingyuan can walk on his own."

"Qingyuan, please hand over the queen!" Qingsi, who was tied up tightly outside, started to panic. No matter how he forced him for three days, Qingyuan refused to say a word. He was afraid of beating him to death and never again. No one knows the whereabouts of Nie Wushuang, they can only watch the end of the day.

Qingyuan didn't look at him and said calmly: "Qingsi's lack of wisdom, love, hate, greed and delusion have violated the Buddhist precepts. From today on, senior brother Qingsi, you are no longer a disciple of Buddhism. This abbot will expel you from Donglin Temple. You Are you convinced?"

Qing Si was startled and saw that he was speechless, so she took out a stack of ultimatums from her arms and slowly tore them up in front of everyone. The shreds of paper on the ground made the monks who had been forcing Qingyuan for the past three days lower their heads in shame.

Qingyuan proclaimed the Buddha's name and walked out slowly in the morning light, reciting the Great Compassion Mantra. The white monk's robes fluttered out of the dust, his calm face was carefree and fearless, and his clear brows were filled with compassion. Wherever he passed, the soldiers lowered their heads one after another, and the swords in their hands did not dare to point at him involuntarily.

A crowd of good men and women had gathered in front of Donglin Temple. There were also many eminent monks who came from nearby counties. They had debated Buddhism with Qingyuan and admired him very much. Now they heard that he was willing to suffer death in order to protect the queen. Dao Tu all knelt down in front of the temple, closed their eyes and chanted sutras, praying for him and Donglin Temple.

As the Sanskrit music began to sing and smoke curled up, Qingyuan slowly walked out, sat in front of the knife and axe hand, lowered his eyes and recited sutras.

His calmness and calmness are even more touching. The crowd became excited and people rushed to his feet. It was also very difficult for the soldiers to form a human wall. In the pergola not far away, Xiao Fengqing's eyes became darker and darker as she looked at the chaos in front of her. A soldier came forward wiping cold sweat and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, it is true that the Queen has not been found in the past few days. Maybe... the Queen has gone north..."

When Xiao Fengqing heard this, she held a long hairpin tightly in her long sleeves, causing pain in her palms.

He remained silent for three days. He searched Donglin Temple but could not find Nie Wushuang. Where was she hiding?

"Your Highness?..." The soldier hesitated and asked: "Your Highness, think twice. Donglin Temple has a respected position in the country. If it arouses public indignation..."

"Get out!" Xiao Fengqing suddenly said angrily: "If you don't hand over the queen, I will slaughter the temple on my order!"

Massacre the temple!

Everyone screamed in surprise at this order. The butcher's knife has been lit up, and the red sun has risen in the sky, but Qingyuan's face has become more and more peaceful. He looked at the fierce crowd in front of him, whispered the Buddha's name, and tightened the beads in his wrist.

She is his Buddha who has been enlightened for one life, and she is his paradise on the other side. Live for her, die for her. This is his bliss.

Something was suddenly let go. It was the persistence and reluctance of human nature towards life and death, all of which were let go at this moment.

He sighed softly and closed his eyes with a smile.

Xiao Fengqing squinted her eyes and looked at Qingyuan who was sitting in front of the knife and axe hand. Her heart was filled with turmoil. She slowly raised her hand. Everyone stared at the demon-like man in the pergola with wide eyes. They felt so filled with hatred that they didn't know what to do. How to say it.

"Stop!" A hoarse voice came from the temple door. Nie Wushuang took her time. Her clothes were in tatters, but her alluring pale face made it impossible for anyone to look directly at her.

Her beautiful eyes were blood red, and she stared at Xiao Fengqing, who was slowly smiling, and said word by word: "Let him go!"

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