After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

cave.

There are bright lights on the cave walls.

Nan Baoyi was sitting among a group of newlyweds, her hand holding the golden silk fan, trembling slightly.

The person who came was wearing a cassock, with kind eyebrows and white eyebrows.

It's the abbot...

The abbot of Wanguo Temple, the great monk Huimin!

Yes, Huimin left Chang'an a year ago and traveled to southern Xinjiang, so this year, no newlyweds had any trouble near Chang'an.

More than half a month ago, when he and his fifth brother returned to Wanguo Temple, trouble began to happen to the newlywed mother again.

It matches in time.

But why would he do such a thing?

Huimin smiled kindly and turned on the lights a little.

He sat by the stove and turned to Nan Baoyi gently and keenly: "Miss Nan, it's very cold over there. Come and warm yourself by the fire."

Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.

This person is so cunning, he spotted her at a glance.

Holding the fan in her hand, she slowly sat across from the stove.

She adjusted the train of her wedding dress: "Why——"

"Miss Nan wants to ask me why I killed so many people?" Huimin smiled, picked up a clean iron pot, and put it on the iron frame of the stove to bake, "When I first met Miss Nan in the back mountain, I asked Girl Guo Nan, what is life and what is death.”

Nan Baoyi stared at the iron pot.

There is some solidified reddish-brown stuff in the pot, I don’t know what it is.

"When I was young, I was a Gu master in southern Xinjiang. I traveled to various countries for most of my life and understood countless truths, but I could not understand life and death alone. I heard that the Buddhists could teach people ginseng and Zen, so I became a half-way monk. I have been a monk for thousands of years. I have asked myself thousands of times, does the Western Paradise really exist? Does Buddha really exist? If he exists, why doesn’t he respond to my prayers and doubts every night? After death, do people reach bliss or turn into nothingness? "

When the iron pot is heated, the contents inside gradually melt and boil.

"Now I am over sixty years old, sitting in the Ten Thousand Kingdoms Temple, with countless incense money and followers. I have all the fame and fortune in my pocket, and I live a very comfortable and comfortable life."

There was a gurgling sound from the iron pot.

The solid was completely heated, and the reddish-brown liquid boiled, exuding the smell of blood.

"Miss Nan, if after death, all the fame and fortune in life are turned into a handful of loess, then what is the meaning of this life that I have worked hard for? I can't understand life and death, and I don't want to do it now. I I long for immortality, long for rejuvenation, and I don’t want to die.”

The old man picked up the handle of the iron pot and poured the thick liquid into the earthenware cup.

He praised: "Our southern Xinjiang Gu master's black prescription is a tonic made from the blood of the newlywed mother. Drinking it will probably prolong your life."

Nan Baoyi frowned.

She stared at the fake monk with disgust.

He drank the thing in one gulp and licked his lips with unfinished expression.

This black prescription is unreliable even if you think about it with your toes. This guy is crazy about longevity!

Huimin put down the cup and seemed to be very interested: "The founding queen of Dayong once exhausted the blood of the royal family to bring Emperor Yongwu back to life. I think the Xiao family's royal bloodline is very special, and I don't know if it can prolong life.

"When I was traveling in southern Xinjiang, I happened to meet the Emperor Ji of the Xiao family. Among the people accompanying them, there was a maid named Xiuxiu, who was a troublemaker and repeatedly alienated the feelings between the Emperor Ji and your fifth brother. You five Brother suspected that she had bad intentions and secretly forced her to leave.

"She was so vicious. She secretly drugged Di Ji and deliberately left a letter accusing Di Ji of treating her badly. She ran away alone and deliberately introduced Di Ji who was looking for her into the refugee nest.

"It's so pitiful. The little princess of the Xiao family lost all her martial arts skills at that moment and was brutally tortured by the refugees until she tragically lost her life. When your fifth brother finally found her, she was covered in blood and undignified. Lying in the dirt, her beautiful face was half eaten away, like a rotten apple."

Nan Baoyi's face turned pale.

The hand holding the gold-threaded fan could not stop shaking.

The illusion of Mrs. Liuhua can make people face their deepest fears.

It turns out that the person in Di Ji's dream was not Xiu Xiu, but herself?

Maybe the stove was too hot, and Nan Baoyi was covered in sweat.

She stared at Huimin: "It is impossible for people to come back to life. If Di Ji dies, then who is Xiao Qingyang who is alive and kicking now?"

"It's impossible to bring back the dead?" Huimin clapped her hands and laughed, "Didn't you bring yourself back to life? Your fifth brother was so desperate at that time. He held Di Ji's body and went around begging for help. His humble and kowtow look was nothing like that of a young ranger. High-spirited? Finally, he begged me.

"I told him that life and death are determined. If there is life, there must be death. If he is willing to give up his heart to Di Ji, then I can use Gu magic and talisman water to try to save Di Ji. And he agreed."

There was a "buzz" in Nan Baoyi's mind.

She clearly remembered the deep scar in front of the fifth brother's heart when Di Ji applied the medicine to the fifth brother in the Zen room that day.

"Why do you think your fifth brother wants to become a monk?" Huimin laughed, "He has no heart and only relies on the worms to run in his body. He won't live long! Since he won't live long, then he might as well just be an unfilial son. The thin lover, called Nan Jia and Di Ji, is completely disappointed in him. She will not be sad for him when he passes away. "

Nan Baoyi trembled all over.

She held the fan handle tightly, veins popped out on the back of her fair hands, and even her fingertips were pale.

Big tears rolled down her cheeks.

Dye your wedding dress deep red.

She raised her scarlet tearful eyes and asked, "Why doesn't Di Ji remember the past?"

"The extremely tragic past naturally needs to be forgotten deliberately. Subconsciously, she grafted her own experience onto Xiu Xiu's body. Of course, under the revenge of your fifth brother, Xiu Xiu's final end was even more miserable than Di Ji's. ——Hey, these are not the point!”

Huimin talked eloquently: "I saved the Xiao family's empress and took her blood for research while she was in a coma. Unfortunately, due to the influence of Nan Chengyi's heart, her blood was no longer special. I really had no choice but to try again Return to Wanguo Temple and wait for the other Xiao family royals."

Clear the clouds and see the moon.

A series of causes and effects became clear in front of Nan Baoyi.

It turns out that Huimin’s target tonight is her second brother.

She threw herself into a trap and became the bait to lure her second brother into the trap.

She tried hard to swallow her tears and shook her fan calmly: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. You should have heard that I can't have children, and King Yong and I are no longer a couple. He doesn't love me. Even if he doesn't love me. Even if you kill me, he won’t show up.”

Huimin was kind and gentle: "Miss Nan, you are really too arrogant. How could he not love you after two lifetimes? It's still early, and he is probably still on the way to find you. I will do a good deed. I told you to take a look at the past of Huangquan."

He took a bright red Gu worm and threw it into the stove.

The old man exclaimed: "In the past life Gu, I took the ashes and tea flowers, asked for the spirit of thirty-six kinds of flowers in spring, summer, autumn and winter, asked the moonlight for half a ray of spirit, and made it through ninety-nine and eighty-one procedures. There is only one in the world. It’s very valuable.”

Flames shot up from the ground.

Numerous images passed before Nan Baoyi's eyes, and he vaguely returned to the Shengjing Palace.

She huddled deep in the ice cellar, her eyebrows covered with frost and snow.

Someone stumbled towards the door.

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