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What had happened to them was the key to solving the Sang Bo case. Up until now, the demon race had not appeared. Only Heng Hui had used a sealed artifact to stir up trouble. This made people wonder what the remnant of the thousand demon Kingdom was up to.

Destroy? So far, there had only been one case of the extermination of the entire family of count Ping Yuan. It had a great impact, but the substantial damage was not great. On the other hand, Heng Hui could kill everyone regardless of the consequences and bring heavy casualties to the capital. But he did not do so.

A sealed artifact? If the target was only a sealed artifact, Heng Hui would have left the capital long ago.

the case of monk Heng Hui and Princess Ping Yang has already overshadowed the Sang Bo case ... I feel like the person behind this is deliberately exposing henghui to the sun ...”

Yang Yan pointed his spear and his Qi crushed Heng Yuan’s sleeves. His muscular arms contained great power, but they were definitely not demonic. This ruled out the possibility that the severed hand was on him.

“Henghui is indeed dead. He died a year ago. He’s a walking corpse now and has been freed. This isn’t a scheme.” Hengyuan looked at his Junior Brother, who was so close to him, and dark clouds seemed to gather in his eyes.

Suddenly, the clouds in Heng Yuan’s eyes collapsed, and the past poured down like a storm.

.....

Heng Hui was sent to the Azure Dragon Temple by his parents at the age of six. He was a child with spiritual energy in his eyes. At first glance, he was chosen by the abbot, the monk coiling tree, and accepted as a disciple.

Heng Hui’s enlightenment was completed under the guidance of his senior brother, Heng Yuan. This burly senior brother, who looked bitter and hateful, taught him how to read and write, taught him how to meditate and chant Sutras, and also taught him how to be a man.

He had a fatherly love for this senior brother of his.

In the blink of an eye, many years had passed, and the intelligent little monk had grown into a handsome monk with delicate features. He had thought that he would be like his master and senior brother, spending the fleeting years in the ancient Buddha’s Green lamp.

Until one day, he met a girl ...

It was a sunny spring day. He was washing clothes in the stream when he saw a handkerchief flowing down the stream. He subconsciously picked it up, and then a crisp voice rang in his ear, ”

“Master, that’s my handkerchief. Can you return it to me?”

Heng Hui looked up and saw a slender woman standing by the bluestone upstream. She was wearing a Lotus-colored long dress and had her long hair combed. She had no makeup on and was pretty under the sun. She had a pair of smiling eyes.

“Female benefactor ... Are you a devotee of the temple?”

“What, if I say I’m not a devotee, are you not going to return my handkerchief?” She put her hands on her waist and pretended to be coy.

“No, no, I just feel that the female benefactor is pregnant.” As he explained, he offered the handkerchief with both hands.

Hmph, you only know how to do things with your head down and chant Scriptures every day. Where is the devotee in your eyes? ”

“How would you know?”

“Because I’ve been paying attention to you for a long time.”

It was the first time they had met on a bright spring afternoon, with a flowing stream.

The two of them getting to know each other was a natural process.

When Heng Hui meditated, the young girl would accompany him and read the forbidden books in her boudoir to pass the time. Sometimes, she would gently fan herself, hold her chin, and stare at Heng Hui’s focused face in a daze.

Occasionally, she would tease him with green foxtail grass, causing him to be unable to concentrate on meditating. This made the handsome monk very vexed. He said angrily,”if you continue, I’ll go into seclusion.”

She always stuck out the tip of her tongue and apologized without any sincerity.

Sometimes, they would go on a mountain tour together. The scenery of White Phoenix Mountain was beautiful. When spring came, the mountain was full of blooming flowers. She smiled in the bushes, and it was hard to tell whether the flowers or the person was more beautiful.

Gradually, the rumors about the two spread among the monks of Azure Dragon Temple, saying that he had not cleaned his six orifices, broke the precept of lust, and was a lewd monk.

His master sat in front of the Buddha statue and asked him three questions, “Was he still devoted to Buddha, was he still interested in that woman?Whether or not he wanted to renounce asceticism.

He firmly said that he was still pious to Buddha.I have no interest in women, I wish to accompany Buddha and not renounce asceticism.

The abbot only had one request:He stopped talking to her.

As for why he didn’t want to see her and didn’t let her enter the temple, Heng Hui later found out that it wasn’t that the abbot didn’t want to, but he couldn’t do it.

She was Princess Ping Yang, the daughter of King Yu.

From that day on, Heng Hui no longer paid attention to her. Whenever she came, he would close his eyes and meditate. He was indifferent to her teasing and pranks.

Every day, she came with high hopes and left in disappointment and loneliness.

monk, is this flower pretty? it’s a good match for me.

“.....”

“Monk, how about I play the zither for you? I specially brought it from home.”

“.....”

“Monk, I’m dizzy and not feeling well. Don’t you care about me?”

“....”

“Monk, do you really have to put yourself in loneliness?”

“.....”

She finally stopped coming. She had not set foot in Azure Dragon Temple for a month in a row. She had completely withdrawn from his life, as if she had never existed.

‘I can continue to accompany Buddha without anyone disturbing me ...’ He heaved a sigh of relief and felt that his sincerity had touched the Buddha.

One day, she came again, looking like she had lost her soul. Her face was much thinner, and she looked Haggard.

“Monk, I’m going to get married.”

For some reason, the Buddha beads scattered all over the ground.

At that time, Prince Yu was at a critical moment, serving as the Minister of War. With the support of the nobles, he had a chance of entering the cabinet.

It was not rare for a noble or imperial family to take on the position of Prime Minister in this dynasty. In the 600 years of history, there were five such cases.

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