After listening to the little novice's story, the abbot looked down at the money in his hand. There was a lot of money.

Nowadays, many Zhong Ming Ding Shi temples have outsiders working hard, and their monasteries work extremely hard but can’t even get a few hundred taels of incense oil.

Now, as long as you recite the Rebirth Mantra a few times, you can have three thousand taels? Why not.

Looking at the emperor on the futon opposite, he felt a little embarrassed. If this little girl came in, she wouldn't die on the spot.

The host recalled the scene where the emperor met the woman. He heard that all the women who met the emperor in the palace died. However, according to his observation in the temple, when the emperor and the woman met, as long as they did not touch, the women were safe and sound.

After struggling for a long time, the abbot suddenly had an idea and said: "Your Majesty, you have been listening to sutras in our temple for ten years, and most of the poisons and curses on your body have been eliminated. If you encounter women on weekdays, as long as you don't get close to them, you will not let them. He died immediately."

The emperor's tightly closed eyes did not open, and Dao Feng's eyebrows did not reveal the aura of Ling Ren. He just said an almost inaudible voice from the tip of his nose: "Yes."

The abbot considered it again and said: "There is a girl outside, and I want Lao Monk to recite the Rebirth Mantra several times to reassure her mother who is suffering from death. Since the Emperor is well, can he let the girl come with him to listen to the sutra?"

The emperor's brows wrinkled imperceptibly, and then relaxed. He was physically strong and highly skilled in martial arts, and his ears were naturally surprisingly good.

The abbot and the young novice had a conversation. He was already familiar with it, and he also vaguely knew what the abbot had in mind.

It was just something the abbot said that touched him. His health might really improve.

When he first came to the throne, it was true that whenever he touched a woman, she would explode to death immediately. There was also a strange smell coming from his body at that time.

He knew that he had been poisoned, so he never touched a woman again, but the rumors spread more and more fiercely. Later, whenever she was a woman, seeing him was like seeing the god of plague.

From then on, he also hated women and would not let them appear wherever he looked.

Later, he returned from the battlefield, killing countless people, and began to come to the temple to listen to scriptures and eliminate his inner demons.

When he occasionally walked in the temple, he met several women. Once he even passed a woman, but the woman was safe and sound, so he had a vague suspicion that his curse or poison had slowly gotten better.

Even though he felt his body was getting better, he didn't want to risk a woman's life to test whether he had really improved.

Now a girl came over on her own initiative. He thought evilly in his heart, maybe he should agree to it. She was the one who came over on her own initiative. If she died, that would be her fate.

After a long silence, the abbot felt that the emperor might not agree, and was about to ask the young novice to send the banknote back. The emperor's lips slightly opened: "Yes."

Everyone had their own plans, and everyone was happy with the result. Only Grandma Yu and Jin Shu outside the palace gate prayed nervously that the spirit of the lady in heaven must protect the young lady.

Meng Wenyao entered the main hall and without squinting her eyes, under the guidance of the little novice monk, she knelt down quietly next to the emperor.

"Amitabha, the donor needs me to recite the Rebirth Mantra several times."

“The more the merrier.”

After Meng Wenyao finished speaking, she clasped her hands together, sat cross-legged on the futon, and began to listen to the scriptures carefully.

Namo Amitabha Night, Duotagadu Night, Duo Diye Night, Amitabhavi...

The abbot's voice echoed in her ears, but Meng Wenyao's heart was spinning rapidly.

She planned to come to Fahua Temple yesterday, thinking that she could pretend to meet the emperor by chance, and then fall into the emperor's arms. As long as she didn't die, the emperor should be able to have some thoughts.

Unexpectedly, when she came here today, she found that the emperor was here to listen to the sutra seriously, so she had no choice but to come in.

In front of the abbot, how could she meet the emperor naturally without appearing deliberate.

Pretend to faint later? What if the emperor doesn't reach out and lets the little novice support her?

When exiting the main hall, jog out, pretend to be in a hurry to urinate, and then bump into the emperor?

Wouldn't this be too embarrassing? It wouldn't be good for a girl to have an urgent need to urinate.

The abbot was a real man. Meng Wenyao said the more the merrier, so he kept reciting it.

Meng Wenyao came here early in the morning and didn't even eat breakfast. She sat cross-legged and listened to the sutras until now. She was really tired and dizzy from hunger.

Her legs were numb, and she couldn't help but want to move her muscles. As soon as she moved, she fell down.

The abbot's rosary beads fell off. The girl must have died too quickly, before she even met the emperor.

The emperor's heart sank to the bottom. His poison has lasted for more than ten years. This girl, hey, should be buried well.

Meng Wenyao's head hit the marble floor, her eyes flashed with headache, and she lay there for a long time. No one helped her, and no one asked.

After an awkward moment, he slowly got up.

"I woke up too early in the morning and didn't eat breakfast. I was a little dizzy from hunger, which made the abbot laugh."

After Meng Wenyao finished speaking in embarrassment, the abbot's eyes widened and he was not dead.

"It doesn't matter, I will ask someone to take the girl to a vegetarian restaurant."

But her legs were numb and she couldn't stand up. She wanted to ask Nanny Yu to come over and help her, but after thinking about it, she thought it couldn't be done.

She had taken various elixirs and was not afraid of the emperor's poison, but Grandma Yu and Jin Shu couldn't. What if the emperor really poisoned them to death.

After hesitating for a long time, she had no choice but to struggle up. As soon as she stood up, her numb legs began to tremble. The dense pain made her unable to hold on any longer and she fell down.

It hit the emperor's arms.

The emperor's old monk looked at the woman in his arms in trance. He had seen someone seeking death, but he had never seen someone seeking death like this.

The hall was strangely quiet again. Meng Wenyao blushed with embarrassment and explained uneasily: "My legs are numb. Please put me on the futon next to me while I rest for a while."

Not dead yet? The abbot was a little excited, but he was an eminent monk and could not express his emotions or anger, so it was hard for him to say anything.

The emperor's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, he glanced at Meng Wenyao coldly, and continued to close his eyes without any movement.

Meng Wenyao had no choice but to get up from the emperor. Her legs could not use up the strength, so her hands searched everywhere on the emperor's body for strength. After struggling for a long time, she moved from the emperor's body to the futon next to her.

Both the emperor and the abbot had their eyes closed, like clay sculptures. Meng Wenyao slowly rubbed his legs. After a quarter of an hour, he silently walked to the door of the main hall, and was carried back to the wing by Granny Yu and Jin Shu.

The girl who followed over saw Meng Wenyao's half-dead state, and her heart skipped a beat with fright.

Everyone vaguely felt that Meng Wenyao had met the emperor, but they did not dare to ask. If they were sure that they had met the emperor, wouldn't it mean that they had not taken good care of him, and if Meng Wenyao died because of this, wouldn't they all have to be buried with him.

Everyone tacitly felt that Meng Wenyao just listened to the scriptures all morning, and he would definitely say the same thing when he returned to the house. If anything happened, it had nothing to do with them.

After lunch, Meng Wenyao's legs could already move, and everyone set off back to Meng's Mansion.

Inside the Fahua Temple, the emperor's secret guards were already in action. They received orders to check how many days the girl who touched the emperor in the morning could survive.

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