Where did Zhao Xiangling not understand her thoughts?

She didn't expose it, but said, "It's okay, I'll bring you some gadgets from time to time, and I will also relieve your hunger for staying in the house." ”

Chen Zihan stood up and bowed: "Then thank you, Your Majesty." ”

Zhao Xiangling bowed his head, looked at her stomach bulging slightly, and couldn't help sighing.

Probably in this life, she won't have any more children.

The previous thoughts and the current thoughts are completely two states of mind, and Zhao Xiangling suddenly felt that it might not be a good thing to have no children now.

At least her children won't be without a father when they are young.

With a wry smile, Zhao Xiangling thought to himself, and he thought far away.

Although he handed over everything to the right minister, Zhao Xiangling actually delegated power to Zhao Yuheng and Lin Zi.

For two people who were once emperors, the situation in the stable southern kingdom was nothing more than a gesture of control.

The reason for leaving was exactly the same as what she said to Chen Zihan, she wanted to go out for a walk, so as not to be too uncomfortable in the palace.

This reason is impossible to refuse. Lin Zi, in particular, even supported her to do so.

After the matter was done, Zhao Xiangling left the palace.

She still only brought a few guards of Shui Sanshui Er, and three palace maids who served with Celadon Qingyun Qingge.

The carriage went out of the palace almost gently and skillfully from the side palace gate, and then let Shui San open the gate of the capital city and go all the way to the south.

Zhao Xiangling did not plan to travel around the south as she said, and there was only one purpose for her trip, Youmin Temple.

Master Xuanyi has always been her friend, and Zhao Xiangling has always only smiled at the legend that he can live and die human flesh and bones, knowing that it is impossible.

But this time, she believed. She would rather believe, rather try, than stay in the palace, holding on to the empty shell of vain, and sighing with endless loneliness.

Besides, the people she knew who had strange arts, in addition to Yi Mengchen, there was also a Xuanyi.

Yi Mengchen is destined to be speechless, so there is still a breakthrough in Xuanyi. Maybe Zhao Xiangling can get what he wants from him.

In just one day's journey, Zhao Xiangling came to the foot of the mountain where Youmin Temple is located.

The last time she came, it seemed to be a little hotter than this season.

Now the mountains are desolate, and the yellow leaves are swirling and falling to the ground, spreading a thick layer. Zhao Xiangling stepped on his head and felt soft under his feet.

She looked up and saw wisps of green smoke blowing through the Youmin Temple on the top of the mountain, as if the monks were cooking. Indeed, this point is almost time for dinner.

"Your Majesty, would you rather go up after the meal, or" Celadon asked intimately.

Zhao Xiangling has never liked to eat fasting, so every time he goes up the mountain, he will eat first.

"No problem." Zhao Xiangling raised his hand, "Go to the temple, and the rest of the things will be discussed later." ”

The mountain road is rugged, and it is inevitable that there will be some slippery feet in the place where the leaves are paved, and the celadon supports Zhao Xiangling, and it is also a little difficult to walk.

In normal times, Zhao Xiangling may not need help, but recently she is really in poor health, and her mental state is not as strong as usual. When he got up in the morning to tie his hair, Celadon saw that Zhao Xiangling's original black hair was as black as satin, and there were a lot of white hairs hidden.

However, the latter didn't care and didn't allow her to pull it out, so Celadon could only hide the white hair in the black hair, so that Zhao Xiangling didn't look too decadent.

The top of the mountain, which could originally be climbed in only half an hour, was used by Zhao Xiangling for a whole hour.

Youmin Temple has nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, and almost lost Zhao Xiangling's life.

She was sweating profusely, standing at the gate of Youmin Temple, and saw that there were no guests in Youmin Temple today. Only a young monk stood in the doorway, sweeping the floor with a broom taller than him.

Seeing Zhao Xiangling, he turned his head and bowed: "Donor, Master Xuanyi has been waiting for you for a long time, please come here." ”

"Good." Zhao Xiangling said, signaling Celadon and the others to stay at the door, and he followed the little monk in.

Along the way, all the idols lowered their eyes, making Zhao Xiangling feel uncomfortable for some reason.

The atmosphere here is different from the past, and I can't tell what is different, but it always makes people feel a little weird.

Walking into the house, the little monk withdrew.

Genichi knelt on top of the futon and was reverently tapping the wooden fish.

Zhao Xiangling had never seen him chanting so seriously, so he stood aside and didn't make a sound to disturb.

After about a stick of incense, Xuanyi stopped, put down the wooden fish mallet, and turned his head to look at Zhao Xiangling.

This time, he used that extremely old face.

"Your Majesty." Xuan got up and bowed to Zhao Xiangling.

Zhao Xiangling helped him up: "No need to be polite. ”

Xuan Yi stood up straight, looked at Zhao Xiangling, and said in a low voice: "I already understand the meaning of Your Majesty's coming here. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Xiangling's heart was half cold.

She has known Xuanyi for many years and knows when he is serious and when he is not.

When he wanted to help, but couldn't do anything, he showed such an expression.

"Yes." Zhao Xiangling whispered.

"Your Majesty, everyone has a fixed lifespan, everything in this world is equal, and no one is exempt from this rule."

Zhao Xiangling heard another point: "If you can pay something of equal value, can you exchange it?" ”

Xuan Yi was stunned, but he didn't know that she was so tricky, so he had to hesitate and said: "That being said, exchanging life for life, and life expectancy for life, is not advisable after all." ”

"Where in the world is there so much to be desired." Zhao Xiangling chased after him, "You only tell me, whether it is feasible or not." ”

Xuan Yi lowered his eyes and didn't look at Zhao Xiangling: "If it is something else, it is naturally feasible, but there is such a thing as life, if you don't pay it to me, I can live." ”

"If this can be the case, then if you give it to me today, and I will give it to you tomorrow, won't the world be in chaos?"

"You and I have been friends for several years, and you only tell me if there is a way in this world that can teach people to come back to life." Zhao Xiangling asked.

Xuanyi shook his head and said firmly: "No." The reason why life is precious lies in its irreplaceability, even if there is a next life in the world, it will not be the person who once was. ”

Zhao Xiangling said again: "There is no precedent? ”

"There's a way." Xuanyi, "It can make people live in a different way in a non-spirit form." ”

"Please."

"It is rumored that when Pangu opened the world, Nuwa once created a divine decree. Later, the Xia Dynasty was established, and the Celestial Order was accidentally shattered, divided into ninety-nine pieces, and scattered in the world. Only the son of heaven, that is, the emperor of the dynasty, can have a divine order. Only by collecting the decrees of the ninety-nine emperors can people remain in their non-spiritual form and live. ”

However, not to mention how to gather the divine decrees, there are no ninety-nine emperors in this world at all. Even if the entire history of the southern kingdom is combined, there are only about 20 emperors.

Looking at Zhao Xiangling's pale face, Xuan Yiyi: "So Your Majesty, you should understand that myths are myths after all, and people cannot be resurrected after death, this is the rule of heaven and earth, and no one can change the truth!" ”