Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

Master Mingwu frowned slightly. "Take care of this kindness. Don't disturb the children of the Liu Family anymore."

"Back then, not getting rid of her roots was already the kindness of the I. Now that I have let her go, what else can I do? But, it's all thanks to you, if not I would not know, that the famous Mr.Liu was actually a woman, and even an old friend's daughter. Say, do you think the people that the I buried in your temple were useful or useless? "

Because he knew too much and had witnessed too much, Master Mingwu had always known that this old friend of his had left a spy by his side.

But it was better to make up for it than to pretend not to know it and live a life of confusion.

Master Mingwu was truly regretting her decision now. She really should not have helped this person block that palm strike, or in other words, at that time, he should not have gone to Guanyuan Temple.

Now that he thought about it, Guanyuan Temple hosting an invitation for him to drink tea, it might not be simple.

The biggest difference between a temple and a small temple in the countryside was that the temple valued people more. It was the identity of a messenger, but a small temple in the countryside opened the door to convenience, and the visitor was a guest.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He was probably too distracted, causing Master Mingwu to feel his throat dry up and suddenly cough.

Queen Mother Ning frowned and endured for a bit. In the end, she couldn't hold it in and extended his hand to help him calm down.

Master Mingwu raised her hand to block queen mother's movements, and said with a pale face: "There's no need for you to drive me there."

Queen Mother Ning shook her hands and paused for a while, then asked: "I is returning to the palace tomorrow, you have nothing to say to me?"

Master Mingwu held onto her chest that was in pain, waiting for her breathing to calm down, then she said: "I only wish for queen mother to stop, don't, and repeat the mistake again and again."

"Many years have passed, and you still think that I did something wrong? Alright, since that's the case, there's no need for I to say anything more.

Queen Mother Ning was obviously angry when she left.

The Master Mingwu, however, did not mind. She waited for the meditation room's door to close again before raising her head and staring at the roof beam. She felt very tired.

Gu Wen who was lying on the table for a long time finally woke up, she rubbed his eyes, turned her head, and subconsciously looked at the couch, only to see his master's eyes wide open, and asked in shock: "Master, you're awake?"

"Yes." Master Mingwu looked at her little disciple, and said: "Go back and sleep, don't catch a cold."

Gu Wen shook her head, "No, junior brother said that master's condition is quite serious, so I can only be at ease if I stay by your side. Master can sleep, disciple will guard you."

Little Gu Wen spoke in a righteous manner, but at the same time, she was somewhat puzzled, just now her mental state was still alright, even though she was faking sleep, she was not really able to sleep. How did she become absent-minded for a short moment, and in that moment, actually fall asleep?

Scratching his head, Gu Wen swore to himself that he would not be able to close his eyes at all. If anything happened to his master in the middle of the night, if he slept to death, who would serve him?

Master Mingwu did not try to persuade his anymore, but after what happened just now, he could no longer fall asleep.

The old man could not help but think of many things from the past. For example, before his entire clan had been annihilated, or before the Queen Mother Ning had even entered the palace.

The past is like smoke, old age.

When he recalled it again, he realized that he wasn't nice to others at the moment.

He could still see it clearly.

Maybe he shouldn't hide it anymore. He should show it some old things after all. After all, hiding it all the time was exhausting for him.

This night, until the latter half of the night, Master Mingwu finally fell into a fitful sleep.

When he woke up on the second day, the Master Mingwu sent Gu Wen to look for Liu Wei.

The reply he got was, "Junior Brother and the others have already left the mountain."

Master Mingwu was stunned.

Gu Wen said: "This morning, junior brother and the others left the mountain. At that time, before master woke up, junior brother told me not to disturb master. "Brother said that he will be back in two days. In these two days, I have some things to take care of. After I finish, I will come up the mountain to stay for a while so that Master can recuperate."

Master Mingwu lowered her eyes, a trace of helplessness could be seen on her aged face.

On the road in the outskirts of the capital, Liu Wei was lazily sitting in the carriage, holding her head and reading a book on the Sanskrit Scripture.

Rong Ling accompanied Liu Wei by her side as he held the black wooden nail in his hand. What he looked at, however, was not the runes on the nail, but the texture of the wooden nail.

It wasn't sandalwood, it wasn't fragrant wood, it wasn't shameful wood, it wasn't purple wood. It was pitch black, and it wouldn't be too excessive to call it charcoal, but it didn't seem like wood at all.

"It's the Burnt wood." Liu Wei turned the page and saw that Rong Ling was still engrossed in reading, she said: "Burnt wood grow in the west, and in the southwest, people use Burnt wood to burn. Compared to the water in other trees, Burnt wood have the least amount of water, it is easier to conserve and easier to use."

Rong Ling calmly listened and asked, "So, the origin of this nail, is it from the southwest?"

"Maybe." Liu Wei said: "But the person who made these wooden nails might not even be the person who used them. Furthermore, looking at the runes on the nails, it has been a long time.

Rong Ling frowned.

Rong Ling looked at the page that Liu Wei pointed to and did not say a word.

Liu Wei laughed: "You don't understand?"

Rong Ling did not make a sound.

"I don't know much about Sanskrit, but there are translations." Liu Wei said, then extended her hand and took out a book, and handed it over to Rong Ling.

When Rong Ling received it, she saw the words "Myriad Ancient Words of Beauty" written on the cover.

And these four words, were exactly the same as the one written on the cover of the book in Liu Wei's hands.

Rong Ling asked: Since there is a translation, why are you still looking at the Sanskrit?

Liu Wei shrugged, "Learning a foreign language … Moreover, the original version of Sanskrit is the real one. Perhaps there is something that is different from the original version.

After Liu Wei finished, he continued to read and did not speak anymore.

Rong Ling released the translation and saw that there was indeed only one Soul Nail written on it.

The Soul Nail's previous self was a phoenix tree boy, with the power of the phoenix resting on it. The primordial phoenix beast landed on the phoenix tree, and the small phoenix tree, having received the blessing of the phoenix spirit, actually absorbed the phoenix spirit and transformed it into the phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix spirit.

In the last Eight Treasures, the Wutong Essence offered itself up, and with the karmic fire, it saved the lives of everyone. Its spirit was bound to the tiny Wutong Nail for life, never to transcend.

Thus, the legendary Soul Nail was not just a nail. Instead, it was an Elf. No, it should be a Great Spirit.

Looking at the unremarkable broken Burnt wood nail in his hand, Rong Ling did not have any more thoughts. He casually put it into his sleeve and did not look at it anymore.

"Wait."

Just as the nail was put in, Liu Wei called out.

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