Spiritual energy resurgence? My former empress wife has also revived!

The girl knelt before the grave for a day and a night.

Qin Zijun stayed with her, standing quietly for a whole day and night.

A day later, the girl wiped away her tears, revealing her swollen eyes, and gave Qin Zijun a sorrowful smile: "Little monk, do you think I am the femme fatale described in those picture books?"

"I killed my brother, and now I've cut off your future."

The girl's eyes were unfocused, filled with immense sorrow and grief.

The temple bells rang out in the morning, but they could not dispel her bewilderment; only a blank, lost state remained.

Qin Zijun grasped her hand and said earnestly, "Miss Jiang, don't overthink things."

"This is a sacrifice made by a brother who loves his sister, and also the responsibility of another... husband who loves his wife."

"If Your Highness could know this in the afterlife, he would see that you did not have to go to Qi to become a concubine in sorrow, nor would you have to be refined into a golden elixir and devoured."

"He will be happy to see the people of Yan saved and the Yan dynasty continue."

Some of the words struck a chord with the young girl, and she gradually came to her senses. She gave a shy "hmm" and leaned her head against Qin Zijun's chest.

"Little monk, can you hold me for a while?"

Qin Zijun remained silent, ignoring the Buddhist sanctuary, and simply wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist, patting her beautiful back in silent comfort.

for a long time,

Jiang Zhi finally smiled, straightened her wrinkled clothes, and became lively and charming again: "I've made you laugh at me, little monk."

"Didn't you say you'd take me to see all of Yan? Let's go, we'll set off today."

Qin Zijun smiled and said, "Wait a moment."

"Um?"

Amid Jiang Zhi's confusion, Qin Zijun returned to the courtyard where she used to live, ignoring the struggles of the fat orange cat, and picked it up.

Let our cat accompany us to see all the beautiful sights of this world.

The young girl smiled radiantly as she teased the cat.

The two descended the mountain, walking on the wet bluestone slabs after the rain.

Just then, a monk dressed in gray, looking travel-worn, was hurrying up the mountain.

"Senior Brother Mingyan!"

Qin Zijun called out to him.

The monk, in his thirties, paused for a moment, then, upon seeing Qin Zijun, he was overjoyed and rushed over, pressing his palms together in greeting, "Junior Brother Mingxiang!"

Before Qin Zijun could ask, Senior Brother Mingyan said with a look of shame, "Not long ago, I received a letter from my Uncle, asking me to return to the temple."

"On the way, I heard that my junior brother had displayed great power, defeated the King of Qi, and saved the country from collapse."

"I am ashamed that I was not there when the temple needed me most. Countless of my fellow disciples sacrificed themselves on the front lines, while I could only survive alone."

Mingyan's eyes were bloodshot and his face showed grief.

Qin Zijun patted Mingyan on the shoulder and comforted him, "Why should Senior Brother Mingyan feel ashamed?"

"If the Qi Kingdom were to invade the Yan Kingdom, the Kongxiang Temple lineage would be completely destroyed. At that time, only my senior brother would be left to carry on the lineage. The difficulties involved would be far greater than those we are fighting on the front lines."

"It's good that things haven't come to that point yet, both for Kongxiang Temple and for the Yan Kingdom. Senior brother has always been insightful, and his return is just the right time to inherit Master's mantle and bring glory to Kongxiang Temple."

Mingyan took a deep breath and bowed: "Amitabha, junior brother is right, senior brother has learned a lot."

He glanced at Qin Zijun, then at Jiang Zhi, and said with a smile, "This humble monk must return to the temple to see my uncle, so I will not disturb you two any longer."

He bowed again, stepped onto the bluestone slabs, and headed towards the temple high in the mountain.

The boy and girl walked hand in hand towards the bustling city at the foot of the mountain.

One year later,

Qin Zijun took Miss Jiang on a journey through the mountains and lakes of the Yan Kingdom.

They climbed to the Listening Sword Cliff and listened to the wind blowing through the holes in the mountain peaks, like ten thousand swords ringing out in unison.

They came to the Abyss of Evil, and saw the roaring waterfall and the everlasting rainbow.

They sampled famous delicacies from all over the country in the capital, and also witnessed people in remote cities suffering from hunger.

They roamed the world with swords, hated evil as if it were their enemy, and even tried corrupt officials, restoring justice to the world.

The State of Yan may not be large, but it is a place where all aspects of life, and the trials and tribulations of the mortal world, are experienced.

A year and a half later.

It's another bleak late autumn.

The autumn wind is blowing, the weather is getting colder, and winter is just around the corner.

Qin Zijun and Jiang Zhi traveled all over the Yan Kingdom and returned to the capital, where they stayed in a secluded and quiet courtyard in the palace.

At some point, the boy's once black hair began to show streaks of white.

Those once bright and piercing eyes, which could see through all the ways of the world with a smile, are now shrouded in mist and no longer shine.

Even his incomparably handsome face, once jokingly called "the most handsome man in the world" by Miss Jiang, seemed to have aged ten years, with wrinkles appearing on his forehead.

Soft footsteps could be heard outside.

A stunningly beautiful young woman in purple entered carrying a steaming bowl and said softly, "Little monk, have some soup. I just went to the imperial kitchen to cook it for you."

The princess, who had never lifted a finger before, learned to do laundry and cook during her year and a half of travel.

"it is good."

Qin Zijun smiled and took it, then drank it in large gulps.

"Be careful, it's hot."

"I am a True Lord of the Cave Profound Realm, how could I be afraid of being burned? It's just that Miss Jiang's soup is so delicious that I couldn't wait."

Jiang Zhi sat gently beside Qin Zijun, and after he finished his soup, she got up to clear away the dishes.

She brought a thick cotton coat and gently draped it over Qin Zijun's shoulders.

Dongxuan Zhenjun was not afraid of being burned, but in the late autumn evening breeze, his body felt a little cold and trembled.

Qin Zijun said softly, "The King of Qi is dead, and his 300,000-strong army has been wiped out."

"But Qi is a country with a deep foundation. Even if it is severely damaged, it still has the strength to fight among the states."

"My Yan state also suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Tianqian Pass a year ago, and its national strength is becoming increasingly weak."

"The surrounding states are all eager to make trouble for Yan and Qi."

Jiang Zhi leaned her head on Qin Zijun's shoulder, gently combing the strands of hair at his temples with her delicate hands, and said softly, "But in the past year and a half, the other countries have not dared to make any rash moves."

"Because we have a young monk in the State of Yan, you, the True Lord of the Cave of Mystery, they are all afraid."

Qin Zijun nodded and smiled, "Yes, with me, the True Lord of the Cave Profound Realm, here, they are all afraid, hesitant, and watching from the sidelines."

Jiang Zhi suddenly said, "Little monk, we're not married yet! What kind of behavior is this, living together like this? You must marry me!"

Qin Zijun was taken aback for a moment.

Looking into the girl's determined eyes, brimming with tears, he couldn't bring himself to say the words of refusal. He simply nodded gently: "Okay."

The girl stopped crying and started laughing.

They chose an auspicious day and got married.

Red candles burned, and the young girl wore a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe.

Jiang Zhi disliked crowds; as a princess, her wedding should have been a cause for national celebration.

However, her wedding with Qin Zijun was simply a small ceremony held in a small house, with the presence of the King of Yan and Master Liaoyin, two elders.

After bowing to heaven and earth, to their elders, and then to each other, the ceremony was complete.

On their wedding night, Qin Zijun lifted the veil, and the girl's shy and beautiful face stunned him for a moment.

He remembered that she had sat by the lake in Moyan Lake, watching the koi carp swimming in the water.

The fish circled in front of her, and as the mist rippled, the fish seemed too afraid to look at her beauty, and one by one they sank to the bottom of the lake.

Seeing the adoration in Qin Zijun's eyes, Jiang Zhi felt both shy and happy, and said softly, "Husband, let Zhi'er help you rest."

She had called him "little monk" her whole life, but on this day, she would call him "husband."

Qin Zijun came to his senses, smiled, and suddenly reached out and gently pressed on Jiang Zhi's acupoint at the back of her head, causing the girl to faint.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman sleeping soundly on his lap, Qin Zijun said softly, "Miss Jiang, I hope you won't blame me."

Qin Zijun's expression was resolute. He took a deep breath and, without any hesitation, transformed his hand into a claw and plunged it into his own heart!

Jiang Zhi woke up slowly, not knowing how many days had passed.

She felt like everything had changed.

The whole world brightened up, and even the chirping of birds from who-knows-how-far away seemed to be right next to my ears.

Jiang Zhi quickly turned around.

Qin Zijun seemed to have no bones, her body limp as she leaned against the headboard. When she saw her looking at her, a smile appeared on her pale, bloodless face.

Jiang Zhi could hear the birds singing in the distance, but she couldn't hear the little monk's heartbeat.

She seemed to understand something, and tears, like broken pearls, streamed down her smooth cheeks and landed on her wedding robe.

A light shone in Qin Zijun's eyes, her face suddenly flushed, and she felt an inexplicable surge of strength, just as she had on the day she broke through to the Cave Profound Realm, about to shake the world.

He held his wife's hand and whispered, "Don't cry, Miss Jiang. You'll look ugly when you cry."

"Do you remember the first time we met? You had a snotty nose..."

Jiang Zhi quickly interrupted him, seemingly to prevent him from revealing her embarrassing childhood secrets. She forcefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said:

"I won't cry, and I won't cry in the future. I will always look beautiful in front of you, and you can't dislike me for being ugly."

Qin Zijun smiled and nodded: "Okay, Miss Jiang will always be the most beautiful in my eyes."

"Miss Jiang, you need to listen carefully to what I'm about to say."

"I have given you my Buddhist heart and bones, as well as all my magical power, but it is like water without roots, which will gradually dissipate over time."

"It can only protect you for ten years. After ten years, all the cultivation I gave you will dissipate."

"You need to cultivate your own power within these ten years. You are not suitable for practicing Buddhist techniques. I have a cultivation method that is most suitable for you."

Qin Zijun took out a jade slip from his bosom.

"This is something I took from the King of Qi when he died. It contains a method of cultivating the dynasty, which is far more profound and sophisticated than the Kongxiang True Scripture of Kongxiang Temple."

"Over the past year and a half, I have deduced the nature of this technique. It is complete, without any problems or hidden tricks."

At this moment, his body was boneless, and he could only control his body with the little magic power he had left. He shakily opened Jiang Zhi's palm and placed the jade slip in her palm.

Thump————

A bell tolled from the distant Kongxiang Temple.

Qin Zijun gazed into the distance, her life flashing before her eyes like a fleeting dream.

This life is finally coming to an end.

He seemed to see a young novice monk kneeling before the Buddha hall, his master praising him: "Mingxiang, you have the heart of a Buddha and the bones of a Buddha; you are a born Buddha's son."

"Your master hopes that you will cultivate Buddhism with a calm mind, attain the Great Way, and one day become a Buddha."

"I'm sorry, Master, Mingxiang has ultimately disappointed you."

The scene before her eyes vanished, leaving Qin Zijun with only the breathtakingly beautiful face before her.

He smiled gently, and with his last bit of strength, he grasped the girl's soft hand, gazing at her tenderly, as if wanting to forever etch her into his memory.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Jiang."

"Your little monk can only accompany you this far."

"You must not die, you must live on. You must take my place and ascend to the pinnacle of immortality."

"You must cultivate to the Taiqing realm, establish that supreme dynasty, and become the most dazzling and unparalleled empress of all time."

"This little monk... has never seen the Empress's splendor before."

His eyelids trembled, his hands grew weaker, and only a deep sigh remained:

"How can one find a way to have it all, to be true to both the Buddha and the beloved?"

Here,

He had repented before the Buddha and resolutely returned to secular life for a woman.

He killed Dongxuan Zhenjun while laughing, and the famous young man died in a secluded courtyard in the imperial palace in late autumn, ending his short but brilliant life.

The young woman, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, gripped the jade slip in her hand and stared blankly at the young man with his eyes closed before her.

Beside him, the lazy, fat old cat lay peacefully in the sunlight, its body gradually growing cold, before departing with its owner.

Miss Jiang gently stroked the cat, hugged her little monk tightly, and tears streamed down her face.

"Actually, I know that when you took me to travel to the State of Yan, you were already on your deathbed and didn't have many years left to live."

"But why would you give up even these years of life just to deduce this pointless cultivation method for me, and give me your Buddha heart and Buddha bones?"

"Little monk, you are a big liar, the worst liar in the world. You said you would marry me and spend the rest of your life with me, but you broke your promise."

The desperate and sorrowful girl wailed loudly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was a liar too, I lied to you too."

"I said I would never cry again, but I really couldn't help it."

"This is truly the last time. From now on, your Miss Jiang will never cry again."

She nestled in the young monk's arms, her voice choked with sobs.

"Alright, if you want to see that peerless empress, I promise you, I won't die like this, and no one can kill me."

"I will find you again, I will see you again, and I will ask you in person, is your Miss Jiang something to be proud of?"

The girl wiped away her tears, her eyes filled with an unprecedented determination.

She had promised him that she would never cry again in her life.

Jiang Zhi knelt before the Buddha for seven days and seven nights.

Seven days later,

She stood up.

Three thousand black hairs turn white, like black silk in the morning turning to snow by evening.

The main hall of the Yan Kingdom.

The King of Yan sat high on his throne, looking at his daughter, who was as cold and aloof as frost, with a hint of heartache in his eyes.

His beloved wife died on that night ten years ago, and his most cherished son died at Tianqian Pass a year ago.

Now, the daughter has experienced her mother's death, her brother's sacrifice, and her husband's passing.

The young girl was dressed in white mourning clothes, her face was covered with a heavy veil, her white hair was draped over her shoulders, and she was dressed like a married woman.

She stood quietly before her father and said directly, "Father, I have a request."

"explain."

"Please, Father, abdicate!"

The King of Yan smiled with satisfaction.

The following day, the king abdicated and passed the throne to Princess Jiang Zhi.

The story of the little monk named Mingxiang ends here.

The legend of the future empress, who will be peerless, dominate the world, ascend to the pinnacle of immortality, and witness all the splendor of the world, has only just begun.