The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 111 Jiang Jinshuang, I can no longer comprehend the Buddha's teachings.

That's a strange question.

Jiang Jinshuang paused for a moment, then turned her head somewhat slowly to look at Zhao Yungui beside her.

Zhao Yungui, dressed in a wide robe, stood straight and tall, his expression unchanged. The veil covering his eyes fluttered slightly in the wind, but remained obediently over his eyes.

The ribbons hanging from the jade crown were crystal clear, and the jade pendant at the bottom was crystal clear, reflecting a beautiful halo.

Although she didn't quite understand Master Miaofeng's question, Jiang Jinshuang looked Zhao Yungui up and down before facing Master Miaofeng again.

"The Grand Preceptor... is naturally excellent. He is of noble character and high moral integrity, a true dragon among men."

Upon hearing this, Miaofeng continued, "Does Your Highness think Yun Gui is intelligent?"

Jiang Jinshuang nodded even more firmly: "Of course, she is very smart."

Miaofeng laughed out loud when he heard this.

He shook his head: "Yun Gui, he's studied Buddhism for seven years and still hasn't figured it out. He's really stupid."

Jiang Jinshuang disagreed and defended Zhao Yungui, saying, "Master, what you said is wrong. Everyone has strengths and weaknesses, which is only natural. The Buddhist teachings that the Grand Preceptor knows are very difficult for me to read."

—Wouldn't that make her even dumber?
Upon hearing this, Miaofeng simply shook his head: "Your Highness is very intelligent."

Being praised.

Jiang Jinshuang suppressed a smile and deliberately asked, "Smarter than the Grand Preceptor?"

"Even smarter than Yun Gui," Miao Feng said, as if coaxing a child.

Zhao Yungui, standing to the side, looked somewhat helpless. He sighed and reminded his master, "Master."

Miaofeng chuckled and picked up his teacup again, taking a sip of tea.

“Your Highness is clear-headed and refreshed, so you are not bound by those Buddhist verses and scriptures,” Miaofeng paused, then looked at Zhao Yungui beside him, “Yungui is too upright, too cautious and reserved, and lacks talent.”

This is the first time someone has said that Zhao Yungui is not very talented.

Jiang Jinshuang blinked and smiled unconsciously: "Then, according to Master Miaofeng, I am even more suitable to be the Imperial Preceptor than Zhao Yungui?"

Miaofeng shook his head again: "No, Your Highness is too clever to be the Imperial Advisor."

Touching the teacup in his hand, Miaofeng gave an example: "Your Highness is like a great eagle soaring in the sky, unrestrained and free, and cannot be the national advisor."

Jiang Jinshuang nodded thoughtfully: "In other words, Zhao Yungui is not smart enough, which is why he was able to become the Imperial Advisor."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yungui glanced at Jiang Jinshuang but remained silent.

Miaofeng nodded: "Your Highness is intelligent and understands immediately."

Suppressing her smile, Jiang Jinshuang rested her chin on her hand and looked at Master Miaofeng: "Abbot, what does this have to do with Uncle Wang?"

Jiang Jinshuang still didn't understand why Master Miaofeng would suddenly steer the conversation toward Zhao Yungui.

Miao Feng's smile also faded a bit.

“Yun Gui is because he couldn’t understand the saying ‘See things with your heart, and all things are equal,’ so he chose to cover his eyes with a veil and try to comprehend it.”

He paused, then continued, "And His Highness Prince Ruiyang made that decision back then because of a deep-seated conviction in his heart."

At this point, Miaofeng looked at Jiang Jinshuang again: "That is His Highness Prince Ruiyang's choice, and this humble monk has no right to interfere."

Jiang Jinshuang narrowed her eyes.

She was still kneeling on the prayer mat.

Her legs started to go numb after kneeling for a while.

Moved his feet.

“Master Miaofeng, let me interpret your words in a different way,” Jiang Jinshuang chuckled. “In other words, what happened back then was something Uncle Wang did willingly and was aware of, right?”

Miao Feng's smile froze for a moment, then he smiled helplessly: "You see, as I said, Your Highness is indeed very intelligent."

He can glean clues from the slightest hint in a single sentence, without being confined to one approach.

free.

Miaofeng then dared not speak of the matter concerning Prince Ruiyang from back then: "Your Highness has come to Huguo Temple to pray for blessings and will likely stay for a few days. If you have any questions during these days, you can ask Yun Gui."

Jiang Jinshuang blinked: "Why ask the Imperial Advisor?"

Miaofeng clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Your Highness is wise. Asking Yungui more questions may be much more useful than this humble monk's seven years of lecturing."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang nodded: "Alright, I will certainly live up to your expectations, Master."

Miaofeng stood up: "The Empress Dowager's phoenix carriage will be arriving soon. This humble monk still needs to accompany the Empress to offer incense, so I will not see her off any further." Jiang Jinshuang also stood up and bowed to Miaofeng: "Thank you very much for today, Master Miaofeng. If the abbot changes his mind, what would you like to say to this junior? This junior is all ears."

"Amitabha."
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As Jiang Jinshuang and Zhao Yungui walked out of the meditation room, she smiled and looked at the upright and dignified Zhao Yungui standing to the side.

"how?"

Noticing Jiang Jinshuang's gaze, Zhao Yungui spoke in a clear voice.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled without realizing it: "Grand Preceptor, Master Miaofeng said you're not smart, but why don't you get angry?"

Zhao Yungui walked with an upright and composed demeanor: "Master is right. I really don't have much talent in comprehending Buddhist teachings."

Jiang Jinshuang looked at Zhao Yungui thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on his hazy veil.

Somewhat curiously, she asked, "Zhao Yungui, if I cover your eyes, will you be unable to walk?"

Zhao Yun replied, "The flowers, trees, grass, and stones in the world can all guide the way. At the very least, the sound of the wind stirred up by passersby can also help us find our way. We won't be unable to walk."

Jiang Jinshuang asked again, "Then why are you covering yourself with a light veil? Wouldn't it be better to cover your eyes completely?"

It's easier to understand.

Jiang Jinshuang felt that there was nothing wrong with what she said.

But Zhao Yungui frowned slightly and stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned around to face Jiang Jinshuang.

No words were spoken.

He seemed to be thinking.

Jiang Jinshuang then gestured and said, "The state you're pursuing is to see things with your heart, to see as if you don't see them. Doesn't that mean that whether you close your eyes or open them, the scenery you see is equal and the same?"

"Since they're the same, why not just blindfold them completely?"

Jiang Jinshuang tilted her head slightly and looked at him with a smile.

"Or is it that, for the Grand Preceptor, the things in the world are still different, and what you see with your eyes open is different from what you see with your eyes closed?"

A long breeze brushed past my ears.

The fragrance of flowers wafted into Zhao Yungui's nostrils.

There is no difference.

Whether his eyes are open or closed, the world he sees is always the same color.

Just like a landscape painting in black and white ink.

It has no color, and not even a shape.

There is no difference.

He lowered his eyes again.

A long wind swept by, brushing past his veil and across his eyelids.

Through the hazy veil, he could vaguely make out the girl's outline.

Her hair was as black as ink and flowed past her waist; she had bright eyes and white teeth; and her red dress was as fiery as fire.

It's different again.

—She was different from the black and white landscape around her.

She is colorful.

She arched her eyebrows and raised them as she looked at him.

"Is Zhao Yungui the same as him?"

The deities of the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties pressed closer and closer.

Behind him, ten thousand lotus flowers bloomed; before him, the mortal world stretched endlessly.

The cool floral scent brushed against his lips, and he suddenly remembered the flower petal he was holding in his palm.

In an instant, the mortal world was swallowed up.

for a long time.

He said, "They're different."

He smiled bitterly: "Jiang Jinshuang, I can no longer understand Buddhism."