C54 (1/2)

News of what happened in the palace quickly reached outside the palace. Some people who were on good terms with Bao Fu Cheng immediately sent the news to the Bao Mansion.

When Madam Bao heard the news, she felt her vision go black and her mind temporarily empty. She forcibly pinched her palm to wake herself up. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and sent people to pack their bags to leave.

A quarter of an hour later, Madame Bao was seated in the carriage.

Madam Bao knew very well that her family had already disappeared. If she wanted to speak up in the capital, she had to call out Bao Fu's father, Prince Bao.

Prince Bao called Bao Qingyu over. She was the only foreign prince left in the capital who didn't hold any position. No one could guess what the emperor was thinking. It seemed to be a kind of honor, but it also seemed to be a kind of contempt.

Madam Bao looked at the solemn Cloud Rites Temple in front of her, feeling a wave of sadness in her heart. Not only did the shade of the lush green tree cover up the sunlight, it also wrapped itself around her heart like silk cocoons, making her feel exceptionally heavy. Her heart was so heavy that she was too lazy to even beat it.

The butler knocked on the gate of the Cloud Temple and a young monk about ten years old opened it.

After the butler and the young monk said this, the young monk bowed respectfully and closed the door.

Madam Bao sat in the palanquin with her eyes closed, quietly listening to the birds chirping and the wind blowing outside the palanquin.

After a long time, the gate of the Cloud Temple finally opened again. The young monk rolled his eyes and said with a face full of curiosity, ”Grandmaster Appreciation allowed this young monk to bring you in.”

It was often the surname of Mrs. Bao's family.

Madam Bao got off the palanquin and followed the young monk into the Cloud Temple.

In the distance, Mrs. Bao heard the sound of wooden fish being knocked.

Knock! Knock! Tap... The rhythmic tapping sound was calming, as if it contained an endless amount of power, restrained and reserved.

The young monk brought Madam Bao to the main hall and bowed. ”Master Enlightenment is waiting in the main hall.”

The young monk turned around and left. Madam Bao smiled bitterly. She had always been the only one waiting for him to turn around. Who would wait for her?

When Madam Bao entered the hall, she saw a thin man wearing a grayish-brown monastic robe sitting upright on a prayer mat. His face was tranquil, as if he was in the depths of a deep mountain with no ripples on the azure lake. The wooden pestle in the man's hand struck against the wooden fish with a fixed rhythm, and he began to mumble something. Listening carefully, one could tell it was the Great Polo Mi. The man's gentle voice was like the spring breeze blowing past, causing layers of ripples to appear.

”Did Buddha respond to your confession?” Madame Bao stepped forward and knelt on the prayer mat beside the man. She clasped her hands together and kowtowed three times towards the Buddha statue, then calmly stood up and lit three pillars of Buddhist incense, inserting them into the incense burner.

Smoke curled up into the air. When Madam Bao looked up, what she saw was a blur.

The sound of the wooden fish paused for a moment before continuing. It was calm and orderly.

”You are punishing yourself, you are punishing me. Qingyu, stop being paralyzed by yourself. ” Madam Bao walked over to Bao Qingyu and knelt down. Her words were laced with grief.

The sound of the wooden fish continuously rang out. Knock! Tap...

Having had enough, Madame Bao snatched the wooden fish away, raised it high and shouted, ”Look at me.”

The wooden fish had been used for many years, and its exterior was already covered with a layer of pulp, its tentacles smooth and exquisite.