A thought suddenly flashed in Shui Mo Xuan's heart, if he asked him to help Mu Zhiyu also make a divination, would he know if there would be a turn for her life?

But in a split second, he rejected the idea. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Even if Abbot Huizhi's hexagram is very effective, it cannot completely predict a person's life and death. For him, he still believes more in man-made.

Abbot Huizhi saw Shui Mo Xuan's suddenly gloomy face, as if he knew what he was thinking, and slowly spoke, and his words seemed to have a deep meaning.

"As long as the donor believes, sometimes, the dead knot is also a turning point."

Although Abbot Huizhi said to Shui Mo Xuan, his eyes were looking at Mu Zhiyu.

Mu Zhiyu raised his eyes to meet the secretive eyes of Abbot Huizhi, and in an instant, he seemed to understand something.

Was he suggesting to himself that when she was cornered and discouraged, hope and a turnaround would emerge?

Was that the end of her life?

Shui Mo Xuan naturally heard it, there was a chance to turn around, but it would be on the line between life and death. But this also means that if she is not careful, she will be completely dead.

Shui Mo Xuan's face became even more gloomy. He never wanted anything to happen to her, and this time too. He swore in his heart that he must find a perfect way to save her without any danger.

Abbot Huizhi saw that the atmosphere was a little heavy, so he changed the topic: "Yuankong has something to ask the old man to bring to the donor." It's inconvenient to see each other today, and everything is left for tomorrow. ”

Shui Mo Xuan's expression did not show any surprise, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

Mu Zhiyu guessed that this Yuankong master should be the emperor of the Water Country, the imperial grandfather of Ink Xuan.

Chuan Xiang and the others are obviously used to it, and they follow step by step.

Walking forward with Abbot Huizhi, Shui Mo Xuan opened his lips helplessly: "The room arranged for me won't be the same as before, right?" ”

The corners of Chuan Xiang's eyes, Jing Xi and Xiang Bei twitched at the same time, secretly crying out for their Highness, and at the same time speculating that this time the crown princess came with His Royal Highness the prince, the emperor would never let His Royal Highness live in the simple wooden shed that could neither shade the sun nor shelter from the rain, right?

The corners of Abbot Huizhi's eyes twitched even more: "It's still the one you live in." ”

When Shui Mo Xuan heard this, he suddenly became a wilted eggplant, didn't he lose to the emperor's grandfather once in chess last year, and then he still lived in a grass hut without a roof every time he came.

It was the first time that Mo Dong came to Huang'en Temple with Shui Mo Xuan, and although he had heard what Jing Xi had said, he had never seen it with his own eyes, so his reaction was not as strong as theirs.

Mu Zhiyu looked at Shui Moxuan's expression suspiciously, but he was a little curious about what kind of room the Emperor had arranged for him.

At the back of the Buddhist temple, there is a special place for the royal family to live, and all members of the royal family will live here when they come to the Huang'en Temple, except for the Ink Xuan.

Mu Zhiyu was arranged in a simple and quaint bamboo building, her room was one of the warm pavilions, and Xiangming lived next door to her.

And the Burrow of Ink Xuan is not far from the bamboo building.

All the guards were retired, and only Shui Mo Xuan and Mu Zhiyu walked in the bamboo forest.

Coming to this quiet place of Buddhism and feeling the fresh and natural air here, Mu Zhiyu's mood also became better. It seems that forgetting to throw away all the unpleasantness.

Walking and walking, a small wooden house appeared in front of him, Mu Zhiyu raised his eyes and looked at it, with a smile hidden on the corner of his mouth, it didn't seem to be as unbearable as the legend?

Shui Mo Xuan was obviously taken aback, and flew onto the roof of the wooden house in an instant, but it was not hollow?

Then he flew down again, walked in front of Mu Zhiyu, touched his nose and said, "Grandfather Huang is finally willing to let people repair the roof." ”

Mu Zhiyu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I want to know why?" He pointed to the house in front of him.

Shui Moxuan helplessly held his forehead: "The matter goes back to nine years ago. At that time, the emperor's grandfather had been a monk for more than 18 years, and I had been in the Gu for two years. Because the Heart Eroding Gu is a kind of Gu cultivated by the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang with an extremely long incubation period in the human body and is very torturous, the medical books of Southern Xinjiang only record the symptoms after the Gu is intoxicated, and there is no way to detoxify, and the person who can poison the Heart Eroding Gu, except for the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang, is the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang. ”

"My father has sent people to infiltrate southern Xinjiang many times to find a way to solve the heart Gu poison, but there has never been a result. Because my grandfather was worried about me, he spent the rest of his time in Buddhism studying medical books in addition to chanting sutras. ”

"Later, I don't know where he got the inspiration, so I came to stay at Huang'en Temple for a month every summer. For the past nine years, every time I came, I stayed here, and before that, there was no roof on top of the wooden house. ”

Shui Moxuan smiled lightly, Mu Zhiyu could see that he had great respect for the Emperor, but she didn't understand, why did she let him live here, it was still a house without a roof?

Shui Moxuan winked at her, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you curious, why did Grandfather Huang let me live here?" ”

Mu Zhiyu nodded.

"Grandfather Huang said that every time I have a Gu poison attack, it is on the night of the full moon, so on a night that is not a full moon, let me absorb the aura of the moon and fight poison with poison, which can play a role in alleviating the toxicity. Although it didn't make much difference, I persevered for nine years. Because I know that this is the emperor's grandfather's good intentions, and it is his hope. ”

Mu Zhiyu pulled his sleeve and smiled at him: "I can feel the strong emotion between your ancestors and grandchildren." ”

Shui Mo Xuan nodded and said: "For so many years, only here, when facing the imperial grandfather, can I experience the family affection of ordinary people." Therefore, even if the Gu poison in my body has been removed, after losing a game of chess from my imperial grandfather, I am still here to absorb the light of the sun and the moon. ”

Mu Zhiyu faintly felt distressed for him, in this world, there are many people who can't help themselves, and how many people are really living the life they want to live?

Shui Mo Xuan dragged her into the wooden house, everything was the same as the last time he left, and someone should come to clean it every day.

Shui Mo Xuan suddenly asked her: "In this world, except for the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang and the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang, the only people who can detoxify the Gu poison of the heart seem to be the only ones left who have passed away, Bai Qiuzhi Divine Doctor, who has passed away, and you are gone." I'm curious, you weren't a disciple at that time, how could you detoxify the Gu poison in my body so easily? ”

This is the question that Shui Mo Xuan has always wanted to ask.

Mu Zhiyu thought for a moment and replied, "I only know that in the first three years of coming to the Qianxu Continent, I didn't even know how many medical books I had read. I've just read the introduction of Heart Eroding Gu Poison, and suddenly I thought of the antidote method... Perhaps, this is called having a fixed number in the dark. (To be continued.) )