Crazy criticizes the empress because she is bent on mistaking Buddhism

Chapter 5 Chanting Buddhist Sutras

Huicheng ran back to Jingxin Hall without even looking back.

So is this what the Heavenly Monk just ordered?

Huicheng regretted his recklessness.

But thinking of the girl's smiling face, he couldn't help but blush.

who is that girl
Why is she in the palace?

Why are you chanting sutras in that Buddhist hall?
Huicheng thought of her expression when she said she was a "dumb monk" and wondered what the trembling feeling in her heart was.

Maybe it was because I ran too hard just now?
Huicheng took a deep breath to suppress the palpitations in his heart.

Pushing the door open and entering the room, the heavenly monk was still meditating.

Huicheng glanced at him secretly, feeling a little guilty.

Seeing that he had no intention of opening his eyes, he bowed in a low voice and said, "Senior Monk, I'm back."

The Heavenly Monk hummed in response, but he didn't say anything about what he just said.

Huicheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The next few days were quiet.

The so-called emperor didn't seem to want to summon them.

Only people from the imperial dining room came every day. According to Huicheng's wishes, three meals a day were green porridge, side dishes and steamed buns.

The life of Tian Monk is much duller than Huicheng imagined. Sometimes he even secretly wonders, in Tian Monk's life so far, has he really never once had the desire to see the prosperity of the world?

This is a question destined to have no answer.

However, Huicheng also received some compensation for the boring life.

The heavenly monk now teaches him Buddhist sutras regularly every hour.

Unlike the previous hundreds of listeners at White Horse Temple, now the only listener left by today's monk is Huicheng. Any doubts can be answered immediately.

This made Huicheng feel somewhat comforted.

Such days lasted for more than half a month, and finally one morning, Eunuch Feng entered the Jingxin Hall again.

He brought another eunuch named Tiansheng.He looks quite young, and is said to be the eunuch Bingbi who serves His Majesty the Emperor.

The status is second only to the palm print eunuch.

Although Huicheng didn't know who the palm print eunuch was or what he did.

But he is a monk.

He only needs to hear about the status and official positions of these people, and does not need to ask for detailed explanations.

Tiansheng was kind-hearted and showed no airs of condescension.

"Your Majesty announces that the two eminent monks are going to the royal study to meet you." Eunuch Tiansheng stood in the courtyard with a fly whisk in his arms and said respectfully.

Huicheng hurriedly returned the gift and took out the money while Amitabha was about to give it to Tian Sheng.

Tiansheng didn't expect that one day he would be stuffed with money by a monk, and his expression was slightly startled.

Eunuch Feng was quite embarrassed when he saw him, and reminded Huicheng in a low voice: "There is no need to give money to this gentleman."

Tiansheng is the oldest person in the palace. He has experienced three dynasties and has watched his Majesty grow up. The two of them are as close as grandparents. Even Runliu, the eunuch who holds the seal, will salute to him when they see him.

In his position as a eunuch, being stuffed with money seemed like an insult.

Tian Sheng had a good temper, but he was stunned for a moment, then took the money with a smile, and eased the atmosphere with a smile: "The old slave will accept the money, but it will be in front of His Majesty in a while, so you can't put any more money."

Huicheng was a little embarrassed and nodded without saying anything to Amitabha.

Tian Sheng looked into the room: "Where is the other eminent monk?"

Huicheng said hesitantly: "Tian, ​​Tian Monk is not feeling well. I'm afraid that he might be infected with cold."

Huicheng doesn't tell lies. The first time he lied, he stuttered.

In fact, the Heavenly Monk only told him not to leave, and did not complain that he was not feeling well.

He took it upon himself to make this excuse for him because he was afraid that Heavenly Monk would be blamed.

Huicheng looked at Tiansheng anxiously.

The latter just smiled: "That's it."

"It doesn't matter, then I can help this eminent monk to accompany this old slave."

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Huicheng followed Eunuch Sheng, head lowered all the way, not daring to look around.

He was afraid that he would see the woman from that day again, and his colleagues could not explain it.

It would be even worse if someone else's name is impeded by this again.

After all, that day...

The image of the girl walking out barefoot suddenly appeared in her mind. Huicheng quickly closed her eyes and recited the Heart Sutra silently.

Fortunately, the imperial study room was in a completely different direction from the direction where I met the girl that day, so there was no chance of meeting her.

Huicheng comforted himself like this.

"I would also like to ask the eminent monk to wait here for now while I let the old slave go in first to report to Your Majesty." When he arrived at the imperial study room, Tian Sheng said with a smile.

Huicheng obeyed and waited blankly. Not long after, he heard Tian Sheng's voice announcing that he had entered.

He lowered his head all the way, trying to keep his eyes locked on the toes of his shoes and never look around.

"Amitabha."

Huicheng bowed to the front: "I'm a poor monk, Huicheng, see your majesty."

For a long time, there was no reply.

Just when Huicheng was puzzled, suddenly a girl's chuckle came from his right side.

"?"

Huicheng seemed familiar with this voice.

"I'm here, where are you bowing to?" The girl's voice contained a hint of laughter.

Huicheng hurriedly turned around, still lowering his head: "See your Majesty."

"Raise your head." Xie Qingyun ordered.

"Don't look at anything inappropriate, a poor monk wouldn't dare." Huicheng refused.

"You raise your head and see who I am?"

Huicheng still refused: "No, I don't dare to exceed..."

Before he finished speaking, a slender hand lifted his chin and forced his gaze to be on par with his own.

"..."

The air froze for a few seconds.

Huicheng opened his mouth, and in the middle of his words, when he saw the person in front of him clearly, there was a sudden "boom" in his head.

All the text disappeared, leaving a blank space.

Xie Qingyun seemed to enjoy seeing his expression. She chuckled and pinched Huicheng's face gently with her fingers.

"We meet again, Monk Dai."

Today, unlike that day when she was wearing plain clothes in front of the Buddha, Xie Qingyun wore a red robe.

Her black hair is still tied up high, but the wooden hairpin has been replaced by a gold hairpin, with the Pixiu totem engraved on the tail.

Xie Qingyun, who changed into a red robe, made her skin whiter than snow.

The arrogance and enthusiasm in her eyes were bright, and her face was obviously charming to the core, but it still had a bit of innocence that didn't understand the world.

Huicheng felt his heart skip a few beats.

"Do you still remember me?" Xie Qingyun asked after seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Huicheng shook his head mechanically, and when he came to his senses, he nodded quickly.

"That, that day... it was your majesty, your majesty..." He stuttered.

Xie Qingyun hummed, pinched a corner of his robe with her green-white fingers, and pulled him towards the desk.

"Come and chant sutras for me, stupid monk."

Huicheng followed her forward as if possessed.

Sit down and listen to her.

Pick up the Buddhist scriptures on the case.

...Buddhist scriptures?
After waking up from a dream, Huicheng finally calmed down a bit.

Xie Qingyun was already sitting on the ground meditating: "Let's get started."

Huicheng, who was finally brought back to reality, began to fulfill the purpose of his trip to the palace——

He was originally here to accompany her.

Give her a sermon.

Answer her questions.

For some reason, today's scripture seems to read a little differently than usual.

It is warm and makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Huicheng was still immersed in the scriptures, and two hours passed unknowingly.

"Let's stop here today."

The girl's eyes were full of energy and seemed a little softer than when they just met.

Huicheng couldn't help but smile, and his voice became softer: "Okay."

For the first time, he didn't say much.

"Are you coming again tomorrow?" Xie Qingyun asked.

Huicheng lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and hummed in a low voice.

"If... Your Majesty still wants to see the poor monk."

(End of this chapter)