Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 763 The Tyrant's Little Princess (15)

  Through the rows of candle lamps, through the gaps, the woman sitting in the last row, with her hands folded and her eyes closed, was already pecking at chickens and dozing off.

  Her fair little face, under the light of the Buddha, seemed to be covered with a pale yellow veil.

  So soft, even the slightly trembling eyelashes can be clearly seen.

  The peaceful sound of chanting scriptures and the sound of wooden fish all around seemed to become an accompaniment to lull her to sleep.

   After a while, the little head almost completely lowered.

  Que Yan laughed and looked away, "Since ghosts and spirits exist, do they fear Buddhism?"

   Abbot Amitabha Deshi said a word, with kindness and gentleness shining in his old eyes, he replied,

"Ordinary ghosts are naturally not allowed to enter Buddhist halls and temples, but if they practice sincerely and are dedicated to goodness, the Buddha will naturally accommodate them and will not reject them. With the blessing of Buddhism, the cultivation of ghosts will naturally be able to get twice the result with half the effort .”

  Buddha saves sentient beings, including all of them.

  Benefiting all rivers is the heart of the Buddha.

  The young emperor's deep eyes were as dark as abyss, his lips were bright red, "I see."

   "If it's so ordinary, then everything makes sense."

  He said lightly.

   Today's rain has been falling, pattering, and the rain is endless.

  Although it was light rain, the air was moist, and it felt like the fur was stuck together.

  Little white tiger gnawed on vegetarian steamed buns, and returned from the Buddhist hall as usual, copying the Buddhist scriptures for the empress dowager.

  Yingchun cleaned up the room, and then was called out to do some chores.

  Go out this time and come back at night.

   "Princess, tomorrow is the last day of the Empress Dowager's funeral. According to the rules, you should get up at Yinshi, and you must not stay in bed when the time comes."

  Yingchun whispered, "Your Majesty will be present at tomorrow's religious ceremony. If you are late, you will definitely lose His Majesty's face."

   "Oh, by the way, tomorrow I should pick out some plain clothes, not fancy clothes, princess, you must show some grief, and it's the last time to send the empress dowager off"

   "." Yun Si glanced at the sky outside the window.

   "Alright, welcome the spring, it's getting late, you should go back and rest first."

  She put down the brush and put the transcribed Sutra aside to dry the ink.

   Yingchun responded, and thoughtfully removed the support of the window, then fiddled with the buckle, and the window closed immediately.

  The night was getting dark, Yun Si folded up the copied Buddhist scriptures and pressed them down with a stone slab.

  After simply washing up, she closed the door, listened to the sound of Yingchun leaving outside, and then stood there for a while.

  Tonight is too quiet, like something big is going to happen.

  Yun Si pricked up her ears to listen, only to feel that someone was stepping on the eaves.

  Although the voice is so small that it can be ignored, as a tiger, her hearing is dozens of times higher than that of ordinary people.

  That little voice was extremely clear to her.

  Reminiscent of the fact that during the day, she saw fewer guards in the temple, she concentrated on it, and then fastened the door latch to prevent outsiders from entering.

  Although she didn't know what was going on in the East Wing, it was none of her business.

  Even if something might happen tonight, she shouldn't act rashly and expose her unusualness.

  Yun Si listened behind the door for a while, and finally heard the footsteps on the eaves disappear.

   She calmly checked another window.

  The window has been closed tightly by Yingchun, so it should not be possible to get in.

  (end of this chapter)