C186 empathic heart (1/2)

The monk sat with his back against the tree, a bowl in front of him.

”It is fortunate that you met a poor monk. Speaking of which, he was also someone who had a bitter life, and both his parents died when he was young. That heartless uncle sent him to the temple to be a monk.”

Gollum listened with sympathy.

The monk then continued, ”To be a monk, one must abide by the rules and regulations. This is good. It is good to be far from the disturbance of the secular world. It is good to be free. This humble monk also benefited from his misfortune.”

Guru listened and felt gratified.

It was indeed rare to have such good fortune. After all, very few people took suffering as a good thing.

You might ask, being a monk is not hard work, it's just not enough to eat big fish and big meat.

But when you think about it, the most important thing for a person to do is to act with integrity and self-respect. You have to recite scriptures every day and do the same thing every day.

”What kind of disaster did you, this fish, experience?” Why did he lose his eyes? ”How rare.”

Guru could not speak, but he could only sigh in his heart. His eyes had been lost because of that person. Even though there was some regret, she had no regrets.

As she had always thought, she thought of this as a dream. This was the price of returning to reality.

She didn't know what would happen to the rest of her life after losing her eyes, so she decided to walk for a day to recover her Fa Li.

It was unknown how he was faring. When a mortal fell down a cliff, they would at least be severely injured, and at most, they would be severely injured …

If it was heavy, she would die. In the end, she still couldn't bear to see him die. No matter what, it was still a life.

Now, she finally understood that it wasn't his fault that he didn't love her. Even though she knew about this matter, she still had the same wishful thinking as before, leading to such a tragedy.

As the monk said, may I be merciful and let him live.

From here on out, they did not owe each other anything. If they met again in the future, they would only be strangers.

Zhao Ping searched for three days and three nights. Finally, he lost his strength and fainted. When he woke up again, he was in the palace.

”Who sent me back?”

”Reporting to the young prince, it's the Holy Maiden.” A servant girl answered carefully.

”Ling'er?” Zhaoping was puzzled; how could it be Fairy Lin who sent him back?

Ning Kang walked in and chided softly, ”Don't be unreasonable. The name of the Holy Maiden is not something you can call.”

As I said before, the Holy Maiden is the only one who is ranked higher than the emperor. Her status is so prestigious that even officials would have to be polite to her, not to mention him, a young prince, for being young, being ignorant, and causing trouble.

”Father, where is the Holy Maiden now?” Zhao Ping quickly got up from the bed.

”Of course it's in the palace. Could it be in the palace?” Ning Kang didn't have any good expression towards his son who had returned from the vicissitudes of life.

He had been reckless, leaving without a word, and had brought a few more people with him. Luckily, the Holy Maiden had saved him, otherwise, he would have reached the underworld and met the King of Hell.

This kid should have taught him a lesson.

Without a word, Zhaoping put on his boots and entered the palace.

It was very clear that the Holy Maiden was waiting for him. If she had known earlier, she would have arrived.