Although Zhu Jinxuan was very reluctant to admit it, deep down she knew that her father was not a qualified father.

Of course, as an emperor, few people can become qualified emperors, but there are not many fathers as unqualified as her father.

Because he loved Concubine Wan, he could watch his second son die in an unknown way, and could allow the pregnant palace ladies and concubines in the harem to be miscarried one by one. Even though he knew clearly in his heart who caused all this, he had never pursued it.

Zhu Jinxuan also thought, if it weren't for the loyal palace maids in the palace, and the eunuchs were hiding their own princes and raising them in the danger of being poisoned or even being poked, whether her father would have allowed his concubine to continue to murder his descendants until the jealous woman or he would have left forever.

Zhu Jinxuan also once thought about whether her father had regretted that woman allowed her to murder his offspring, and whether she had apologized for her brothers who died prematurely or even died in the womb.

She once felt that she would never have the chance to know the answer, but now she saw the spiritual positions in front of her who were hiding in the belly of the Buddha statue and receiving the salvation of dozens of monks and more monks every day, and she got the answer.

Yes, no matter how much I pampered the woman who had accompanied him through the insecure days, how could a father be indifferent to so many children who died of his indulgence?

Perhaps his weak personality made him unable to forcefully stop the vicious behavior of the woman who occupied the soft place in his heart, but the guilt in his heart has been accumulated, which finally made him think of such a method that was not a solution, expressing his guilt towards his children and making him feel more comfortable.

Zhu Jinxuan's eyes swept through the spiritual throne that only recorded the years and months, but did not have a name, and she felt a burst of sadness in her heart.

These spiritual positions that don’t even have names should have belonged to her brothers or sisters, but now, they don’t deserve even their names.

"I just hope that you will no longer resent your father and will be sent to an ordinary and wealthy family in the next life, and will not be sent to the royal family to suffer."

Standing in front of the spiritual position, taking the burning incense handed over by Huiming, Zhu Jinxuan silently begged in her heart.

...

After barely calming down, Zhu Jinxuan and Huiming sat cross-legged on the cushion again.

"Master Huiming, I think these treasures should be kept in the Zen Temple for a long time." After a long silence, Zhu Jinxuan spoke and broke the silence.

"Although I believe the emperor will definitely not mind, and will even be very willing to welcome these treasures back to the capital and send them to the ancient temple in the capital, but..."

Zhu Jinxuan stopped. She did not talk about her parents' faults. As a son, she really couldn't continue to say anything about the rest, but she believed that Huiming would definitely understand what she meant.

"Amitabha, the princess's words, the little monk understands." Huiming sighed.

"As the monk said to the princess before, the master actually felt guilty about Jixiao, and the monk also had the same thoughts as the master.

Therefore, after Ji Xiao died, the master felt that all he could do was to help Ji Xiao complete the task assigned to him by the late emperor, in order to rely on his merits to help him escape from the three evil paths as soon as possible."

Huiming said here and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Since the young monk inherited the robes of the master, he would inevitably continue to become a master, pray for the nobles to save money and accumulate merits for the reign of the emperor.

However, the little monk never expected that the villain in the temple would randomly speculate on the behavior of his master and suddenly spread it, causing such a big storm."

Speaking of this, Huiming looked self-blame.

"The little monk failed to observe for a moment, but almost caused a huge disaster. Fortunately, the princess appeared in time, so that the temple could save it from this disaster."

"The mage doesn't have to blame himself so much," Zhu Jinxuan would not take the credit seriously.

"The people in the world are mostly greedy in their hearts and natures. Even if they are pure Buddhist places, they cannot be completely cleansed. Even if the monks are at such a moment that endanger their lives and temples, they are still calm, never panic, and never compromise with those people. It is rare and can be regarded as a high monk."

"The princess is so ridiculous. Compared to the master, the little monk's cultivation is far inferior to that of the young master."

Huiming's face did not show joy because of Zhu Jinxuan's praise, but instead showed a little ashamed.

"It may not be too late, nor is it far away." Zhu Jinxuan replied with a chuckling.

"So, maybe we will continue to trouble Master Huiming in the future."

"The princess is so serious. This is the responsibility of the little monk. How dare I say trouble?" Huiming shook his head gently and said in a deep voice.

"But the little monk was worried that those gangsters who left not long ago, especially those gangsters, would not give up." After a moment, Huiming couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"The princess may not know that these great sects in the martial arts world may not dare to clash with the court, but they are extraordinary and have many masters in the sect. If those treasures continue to stay in the temple, they will eventually discover them. At that time, they will be afraid that the late emperor will be wise."

Zhu Jinxuan has been away from the capital for almost a month. Although most of them are walking under the secret protection of Hu Xiaolin and others, this does not prevent her from knowing the behavior of the great sects through her eyes and ears. Therefore, she knew that Huiming's words were not alarmist.

The hero violated the ban with martial arts.

These great sects in the martial arts world who claim to be powerful in martial arts have always been surprisingly courageous.

"What the master said is true. It is indeed possible that those masters of the great sects may secretly enter the temple to search."

Thinking of the consequences of accidentally being seen by others by the spiritual positions behind the Buddha statue, Zhu Jinxuan couldn't help but frown. In a hurry, she, a girl who was only in her teens, could not think of any good idea.

After thinking for a long time, she still found nothing, she couldn't help but look up at Huiming. However, after seeing Huiming's frowning, she immediately gave up the idea of ​​inquiring and stood up anxiously and walked in the hall.

Suddenly, Zhu Jinxuan saw the wooden fish used by monks to warn monks not to be drowsy and lazy when preaching.

"Muyu, Muyu..." Zhu Jinxuan felt that she seemed to have caught something faintly, but she seemed to be a little bit short of it.

"Stupid, come on the other hand."

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the hall, causing Huiming, who had been sitting firmly on the cushion, to stand up suddenly, panic and hesitant to find the direction of the sound, but perhaps Ji Xiao's design back then was too good, and the sound echoed in the hall, as if it was coming from all directions, and the direction of the source could not be found at all.

"On the other way, on the other way!"

Zhu Jinxuan was occupied by the "wood fish" that had been echoing in her mind. After hearing this sound that was obviously not Huiming's voice, she did not look like Huiming's face, and looked around for the source of the sound. Instead, she seemed to be inspired by the sound, and her eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Yes, it's fish wood, fish wood,"
Chapter completed!