The fierce battle in the early morning did not stop the endless stream of incense people, countless good men and women had to rush to the oldest temple in the empire on the first day of the new year to pray for their lovers, Liu Xiaohuan's attack did not stop Liu Xiaohuan's determination to incense, Liu Yong personally escorted the horse, and the dragoons of the Liu family's imperial court were even more impassable inside and outside the Tianyuan Temple, and all the people were up to look at the pedestrians.

Knock knock, the crisp percussion sound of the wooden fish echoes in this 5,000-year-old Buddhist gate, a tall five zhang, three zhang wide Buddha stands in the Buddha hall, the golden skin is shining with the light of peace and blessing, Liu Xiaohuan knelt on the ground with a bouquet of incense in his hand, mourning his deceased husband, praying for his distant children, the three daughters knelt behind Liu Xiaohuan in turn, and prayed for their families with their eyes closed.

"Thank you, ma'am. A small novice took the incense money handed over by Liu Xiaohuan, an old monk stood beside Liu Xiaohuan and thanked Liu Xiaohuan, this is also the blessing ceremony of the mainland for 10,000 years, the incense money donated is not much but the level of Buddhism of the person who received the incense money, and the old monk who came to receive Liu Xiaohuan's incense money is an elder in the temple without injury.

Liu Xiaohuan saluted to Wuxian, with a shallow smile on his face, the host of Tianyuan Temple is a carefree monk, except for the imperial sacrifice to the sky, it will never appear in the sight of the people of the empire, Wuxian is one of the four elders in the temple can come out to receive this incense money to give the Liu family enough attention, after all, the rise of Buddhism also has a credit from the Liu family and the Xia family, and Liu Xiaohuan is also happy in his heart at the moment: "Thank you master, I can personally come out to pick up Xiao'er's incense money." ”

Buddhism has a rule, whether it is a good man or a woman, in front of the Buddha, you must call yourself a child, so that you can get the most sincere blessing of the Buddha, Liu Xiaohuan has a big belly, this is Liu Ruxun's posthumous son, and it will also be Liu Ruxun's youngest child, Yang Yayue and the three of them helped Liu Xiaohuan to walk slowly in Tianyuan Temple, and the three brothers Xiao Feng followed behind.

"Madam, our presiding abbot wants to see you, please come with me. Said to Liu Xiaohuan with a Buddha's hand, Liu Xiaohuan nodded and followed out of the Buddha hall without injury, turned two corners and came to a firewood room, pushed open the door without injury and glanced at Liu Xiaohuan and the four of them, the four of them stepped into the door, and the three brothers of Xiao Feng glanced at each other first and followed in.

The Sanssouci Monk is the first monk of the empire, and he can't help but have a deep attainment in the Dharma experience, and even the martial arts cultivation is rare in the entire empire, and even the two major offerings of the empire have been practiced under his guidance, and it can be said that the two major offerings are the two lay disciples of the Sanssouci Monk to another extent.

The gray beard reflects the gray age of the old man, the carefree monk is beating the wooden fish, counting the Buddhist beads in his hand, reciting the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, the mother and son look at each other and dare not disturb, Liu Xiaohuan knelt on the ground with the support of the three, and the three also knelt beside Liu Xiaohuan.

"Donor, if you are physically inconvenient, you should sit. The Sanssouci monk did not open his eyes but knocked on the wooden fish, a chair appeared next to Liu Xiaohuan, the three of them glanced at each other, helped Liu Xiaohuan to the chair and stood next to Liu Xiaohuan and waited quietly, the three of them all knew that the Sanssouci monk's Buddhism was profound, if none of them did not speak, no one dared to speak. The crisp wooden fish in the house mixed with the Buddhist scriptures expelled the impetuousness in the hearts of the four people, and the impatience in the four people was completely dispelled by the Buddhist texts, and the hearts were very calm, and the whole person also seemed unusually quiet.

"The great changes that have not been encountered in tens of thousands of years, the game within the game, the people among the people, the accumulated white bones have resolved the disputes of 10,000 years, the changes, the changes, the changes!" The Sanssouci monk tapped the wooden fish in his hand and kept repeating this sentence, and the three of them looked at each other and didn't know how to answer the Sanssouci monk. ...,

Yang Yayue is the first talented woman in the School of Literature of Tianlong Academy, she is quick to think, as soon as the words of the Sanssouci Monk are finished, Yang Yayue has already guessed that this must be related to Liu Fan, but the scope of the Sanssouci Monk's words is too big, Yang Yayue can't be sure of her inner thoughts, her eyes are staring at the Sanssouci Monk and saluting: "Can the monk say more detail, but it is our husband?"

"To live is to die, and to die is to live. The Carefree Monk still said the confusing words, Yang Yayue frowned and tried hard to crack the words of the Carefree Monk, but she couldn't figure out the key, Liu Xiaohuan looked nervous, Liu Fan is now her only spiritual support, if something happens to Liu Fan, she really doesn't know how to live.

"People in the game solve the game of chess, life is full of hardships, there are noble people to help, small difficulties are more grinding, big difficulties are blessings. The Sanssouci Monk knocked on the wooden fish and said that the left and right sides were completely incomprehensible, Liu Xiaohuan and the three looked at Yang Yayue, and Yang Yayue also frowned and thought about the words of the Sanssouci Monk.

"Monk, is there something that will happen to my son? Liu Xiaohuan stood up from his seat and knelt in front of the Sanssouci monk.

The carefree monk opened his closed eyes, stood up from the futon and helped Liu Xiaohuan up, and said: "The donor doesn't have to be like this, the noble man has his own blessings, everything is according to the fate, we can't force it, the son Jiren has his own blessing, and the donor can rest assured." ”

"Can the monk answer for us, can you explain for us what the monk just said?

The carefree monk folded his palms and bowed slightly: "Donor, the heavenly machine must not be revealed, some things can be said, the donor can also understand himself, some things can not be said, the donor does not need to know, when the time comes, the donor will naturally understand the meaning of these words." ”

"Monk, is my son really okay?" Liu Xiaohuan nervously grabbed the armrest of the chair and looked at the carefree monk, now Liu Fan is his only spiritual support, once Liu Fan has something to do, Liu Xiaohuan doesn't know how to live even if he has a posthumous child in his belly.

"Donor, the son is born with a deep fortune, no worries about his life, and the donor can rest assured. If the donor doesn't have anything else to do, the old man won't give it away. Worry-free sat back in his seat and knocked on the wooden fish again, recited the Buddhist scriptures, Liu Xiaohuan and the four of them bowed to the monk and slowly walked out of the room.

"The king of the four seas, all living beings kowtow!" "The words of the four people who are about to go out make everyone stunned, this sentence is easy to understand, if this sentence is about Liu Fan, then this is a sign that this Liu Fan will one day rule the world, the four of them saw the surprise in each other's eyes, and the four of them did not dare to stay longer and hurriedly walked out of the room.

The pilgrims of Tianyuan Temple filled the temple, Xiao Feng and the three brothers followed closely behind Liu Xiaohuan and the four of them, and the people around were all forcibly squeezed away by the guards, and everyone waved Liu Xiaohuan and the four walked towards the door, but the hearts of the four of them were still surprised and the words of the worry-free monk Zuihou: The king is in the four seas, and all living beings kowtow!

Liu Xiaohuan, who was sitting in the carriage, was a little slack, and she thought of his father again, the man who had dedicated his life to the empire and fell ill, the man who was supposed to rule the four seas and expand the territory to pull the empire to its peak, and now his foundation is finally inherited by an heir: the king of the four seas! If his father has a spirit in the sky, he should also feel gratified, Liu Xiaohuan's eyes unconsciously left tears, but Yang Yayue and Xia Xuelian were surprised in their hearts.

He Ying's heart is extremely complicated, no one knows her father He Ling King better than her, what does He Ling King do all this for, all for the supreme throne in the Daming Palace, now the Sanssouci Monk predicts that Liu Fan will ascend to the Great Treasure, what about his father? Will the two become enemies? In what form will the two face that throne? He Ying didn't dare to think about it anymore, on one side was the person he loved the most, and on the other hand was his father, no matter who ascended to that throne, the other person was destined to fall, He Ying really didn't know how to face all this.

"Sister, don't worry, we have to believe in Xianggong, he will definitely deal with these things, he has never let us down, has he?" Yang Yayue saw He Ying's worry, Yang Yayue held He Ying in her arms and comforted, Liu Xiaohuan and Xia Xuelian also patted He Ying's back to comfort He Ying.