Chapter 1O83 (1/2)

Kyoto.

Jiuhua temple, in the meditation room.

Feng Ye is dressed in a purple robe and exudes a noble smell. He closes his eyes, puts his hands together and speaks words in his mouth. Behind him, there are two little masters with his hands together.

The sound of wooden fish sounded in his ears, one by one, accompanied by the sound of chanting scriptures, swirling in his mind.

He had been reading from the time of the day until the sun was just empty. He slowly opened his eyes and worshipped the Buddha seat in front of him for three times.

Then he got up and worshipped the two little masters. He looked very pious.

After the meditation, he walked out of the meditation room.

Abbot Jiufang was coming, his hands folded and said, ”Your Highness.”

”I'm going to find the abbot.” Feng Ye said.

”What can your highness do for me?” Abbot Jiufang said politely.

Feng Ye took out a sign at his waist and said, ”I had nothing to do today. I drew a sign and wanted to ask the abbot to explain it to the king. See if there is any mystery in the signature. ”

Abbot Jiufang took the autograph and looked at it carefully.

”How?” Feng Ye approached and asked.

The abbot of the nine sides put the sign between his hands, closed his hands and said, ”the sign means to remind his Highness the eighth, don't force, don't go against the will of heaven, and let it go.”

Don't force it? Don't go against God's will?

Feng Ye's eyes gathered a trace of depth and said, ”is that to let the king sit and wait to die?”

”No, No.” Abbot Jiufang said, ”another thing is to remind your highness eight to stay away from right and wrong. Don't be involved. It's true.”

Feng Ye looked at the sign, slowly smiled on his face and said, ”it seems that Wang wants to go far to solve problems for his best friend. It's better not to go, isn't it?”

”Your Highness, it's harmless to seek blessings and avoid disasters.” Said Abbot Jiufang.

Seeking blessings and avoiding disasters?

”I dare ask the abbot, what is blessing and what is misfortune?” Feng Ye asks again.

”The place where fortune lies and the place where misfortune lies may not become a good thing if it looks like a disaster, but if it looks like a good thing, it will become a bad thing if it doesn't pursue fortune and avoid disaster.” Said Abbot Jiufang.

Feng Ye nods.

”Amitabha.” Abbot Jiufang nodded and said.

”I'm bothering the abbot today.” Feng Ye politely said a few words, then turned and left, and took the signature given by the abbot.

He held the signature in his hand all the way and got on the carriage.

On the carriage, he thought deeply, the fist was slowly clenched, and the signature was tightly clenched in his hand. After a while, he was cold eyed, rubbed the signature, opened the curtain of the carriage, and as soon as he let go, the broken signature fell to the ground and drifted away with the wind.