Ouyang Yue smiled and stepped forward, extending her palm and reciting a Buddhist verse: "Amitabha Buddha, what Buddhism values in the world is the sincerity and kindness of people. It never matters whether it is large or small, luxurious or simple. As long as one is sincere, even a thatched hut can be used to worship Buddha. Buddha can convey the Buddha's will and kindness to those who are sincere."
The monk was taken aback and looked at Ouyang Yue, saying, "Amitabha, benefactor, you have such wisdom; it was this humble monk who was presumptuous."
Ouyang Yue said, "Not at all, not at all, I was just being presumptuous."
"Amitabha, this way please, benefactor." After a while, the monk led Ouyang Yue and Leng Jue to the kitchen in the side hall. When the two arrived, they found that there were only a dozen or so monks in the kitchen. When they saw Ouyang Yue and Leng Jue enter, they recited a Buddhist verse. Ouyang Yue and Leng Jue returned the greeting. However, when Leng Jue saw one, he was stunned: "Master Minghui!"
"What? Who? Master Minghui!" Ouyang Yue was startled and looked in the direction of Leng Jue's gaze. She saw an old monk in ordinary robes sitting at the far end of the kitchen, eating his meal with utmost respect. The old monk had a dignified face, and when he put his face together, only one word came to Ouyang Yue's mind: harmonious and amiable. His long white eyebrows drooped, and his eyes were clear and pure. Although he was clearly an elderly man in his sixties, his eyes were as pure as a child's. Just sitting there, he possessed an indescribable air of otherworldly refinement, truly befitting his title of holy monk.
Upon seeing Master Minghui, Ouyang Yue's heart trembled. Her first instinct was to seek an audience with Master Minghui, but having heard that Ouyang Zhide's campaign against bandits was in the direction of Master Minghui's Wuhua Temple, she had chosen to go in the opposite direction to Baiyun Nunnery to see Master Lingyun, to avoid unnecessary trouble. She never expected to encounter Master Minghui here. It was truly a case of finding something without even looking for it; this was the very person she had been searching for.
Sensing Ouyang Yue's ardent gaze, Master Minghui also looked over, then put down his chopsticks and got up to walk over: "Amitabha, it seems that you are currently entangled in worldly affairs. I wonder if this humble monk can help you resolve your doubts?"
The monk who brought the group was surprised. He knew Master Minghui's reputation and temperament, and he didn't easily meet with laypeople in private. Too many people wanted to see him, most of them with selfish motives. Master Minghui rarely saw people, and he had never seen him so proactive. Leng Jue's eyes also flickered slightly as he looked at Minghui and Ouyang Yue, saying nothing.
Ouyang Yue was somewhat excited. It had taken her more than two months to leave the capital, with constant delays along the way. Although she had taken over Red Maple Village, no one knew that she was more anxious than anyone else. However, the matter was right in front of her, and she could not run away from it. Now that she could see Minghui sooner, she said urgently, "Of course, I also have a difficult question that I would like to ask Master Minghui for an answer."
Minghui nodded slightly and said, "Then please come to the side room with me to discuss this in detail."
Ouyang Yue immediately nodded and left with Minghui. Leng Jue took a step to follow, but the middle-aged monk quickly stopped her: "Benefactor, you must be tired from your journey. Please have some vegetarian food. Someone will bring you vegetarian food in a little while."
Leng Jue remained calm and did not insist on going over.
Upon entering the room, Master Minghui remained silent, leaving Ouyang Yue at a loss for words. Those who understood such supernatural and mystical matters were undoubtedly well-versed in Buddhism and Taoism, making Master Minghui and Daoist Lingyun the best candidates. Ouyang Yue, however, preferred Master Minghui. Yet, she felt it would be abrupt to say it now. She wasn't afraid of being mistaken for some kind of demon by Minghui; she feared that Su'er would be in even greater danger.
Seeing that Ouyang Yue hesitated, Master Minghui smiled and personally got up to pour her a cup of tea, handing it to her: "You must be tired from your journey, benefactor. Have a cup of tea first, don't force yourself."
Ouyang Yue took the teacup but was somewhat dazed. She saw that Master Minghui's smile was very kind, which made people instinctively feel good. She pursed her lips slightly. After all, Su'er's safety was more important. No matter what problems they encountered later, she would protect Su'er with her life. She put down the teacup and sorted out her thoughts. Then she said, "Master, do you believe that there are beings other than humans in this world?"
Master Minghui nodded: "All things in the world have spiritual energy and can give rise to spirituality. For example, flowers, grass, plants and animals, and naturally there are beings other than humans."
Ouyang Yue asked, "Is there a kind of being that people can't see, but can exist in the form of a soul, like a ghost?" Ouyang Yue looked at the Great God Minghui with slight nervousness.
The latter nodded and said, "The world is divided into three realms: Heaven, Earth, and Man. The Earth realm is said to have ten palaces and eighteen levels, mostly existing as souls, which are what people call ghosts. My Buddha also has records of this. Although I have never seen one, it is impossible to say whether anything in the world exists or not. The distinction between reality and illusion depends on how you define it in your heart."
Listening to Master Minghui's words, Ouyang Yue felt a little dizzy. He had said so much, yet not a single sentence was relevant. Ouyang Yue pondered for a moment, then said, "To be honest, Master, my request is related to this. I know a spirit..."
Ouyang Yue recounted the origin of Ouyang Su somewhat vaguely, deliberately describing it as a chance encounter. However, Master Minghui simply gazed at her quietly and said, "Benefactor, you have just arrived in this other world and do not feel a sense of belonging here. This soul is related to you by blood, but as a living being, he cannot accompany you in this form. He will sever his connection with you. In reality, he is also suffering now, unable to leave or return to where he belongs."
Ouyang Yue's expression changed. He hadn't expected that Master Minghui would know she wasn't from this place. Did he even know about her being reborn in another's body? Master Minghui seemed to be trying to dispel Ouyang Yue's doubts, saying, "Since you, benefactor, are able to be reborn in this world and continue someone's life, it is your and her destiny. You will change her life, and thus you will also have to bear her many calamities. This path is not easy. Are you really determined to bear the calamities that await you, benefactor?"
At this moment, Ouyang Yue was completely convinced of Master Minghui's abilities. She realized that the Great Zhou Emperor's high regard for him was not without reason. Firstly, it was because Master Minghui had saved her from danger; secondly, Master Minghui was no mere figurehead, but a truly enlightened monk. Ouyang Yue simply said, "Master, since I have been able to possess another body, I have no intention of returning. I am confident that I can bear all the calamities that befell the original body, and I will not be afraid. But my son... can he really not come back...?"
Master Minghui said, “Amitabha Buddha, everything in this world is a matter of fate. This child has completed half of his mission and should return to where he belongs. You should also know how to bring him back. Forcing him to stay will only cause harm and no benefit.”
Ouyang Yue understood the situation perfectly, but she was reluctant to let him go: "Isn't there any other way? I'm afraid he'll get hurt if he leaves suddenly."
Master Minghui said, “He will find a way to cultivate himself. He is currently under temporary confinement, but this is not a long-term solution. If you insist on bringing him back, there are ways to do so, but the problem is that he will absorb too much yang energy, which may damage his soul and cause it to dissipate. Are you willing to try this? You must understand the great principle of letting go. Everything has its cause and effect.
Ouyang Yue's expression shifted. She had only wanted to know why Ouyang Su had suddenly lost contact with her; she simply wanted to find someone to help her locate him. She hadn't expected that her previous actions had somehow harmed Su'er. Could it be that Su'er's appearance had caused something when he was struck by the compass, preventing him from ever returning?
Ouyang Yue felt her mind was in a mess and she was at a loss for what to do. Minghui Daodao looked at her and said softly, "Why don't you go back and think it over carefully, and decide what to do and how to deal with the creatures in that area. Come back to me when you've thought it through and tell me your thoughts. I will do my best to help you."
Ouyang Yue stood up, looking somewhat dazed, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master." Then she stumbled away.
Master Minghui took a sip of tea, then calmly said, "Since the Seventh Prince has arrived, why hasn't he shown himself yet?"
Then, a person flashed in. This person was dressed in black, tall and elegant, with an extraordinary air about him. In particular, the iron mask on his face shone with a cold and sharp light under the sunlight, and his blood-red eyes gave off an eerie color as they blinked.
Leng Jue, Bai Lichen removed his mask, revealing his handsome, almost demonic face: "You old monk, what brings you to this remote place? Did you foresee meeting me here and come to greet me on purpose?"
Master Minghui didn't care about Baili Chen's words, and just smiled and said, "The Seventh Prince is injured. He should apply medicine and rest as soon as possible so that his wound can heal faster."
Leng Jue looked coldly at Master Minghui and said, "I heard you were in seclusion at Wuhua Temple. What a coincidence that you've come here."
Master Minghui said, "I left the temple alone half a year ago and walked all the way here."
Baili Chen raised an eyebrow. He didn't think the facts were as simple as Minghui said. He always felt that Minghui was clearly targeting Ouyang Yue. Before he could speak, Master Minghui said, "This humble monk sees that the Seventh Prince's eyes are not as dark as before when he fell ill. It seems that his inner demons have been mostly resolved. This is a great thing for the Seventh Prince."
Baili Chen's expression suddenly turned serious: "You old monk, you're getting better and better at changing the subject. I almost fell for your trick. What did you say to her before? Why did she look so unhappy when she left?"
Master Minghui said, “Amitabha Buddha, everyone has a secret that needs to be hidden in their heart. The female benefactor has her own suffering. If the Seventh Prince is willing to explore, there will naturally be an opportunity for the female benefactor to open up her heart. Why rush it?”
"You old monk, you're the best at spouting nonsense." Baili Chen was a little annoyed, but then he added, "So, it seems that she and I are indeed destined to be husband and wife."
Master Minghui looked at Baili Chen's joyful face and said meaningfully, "This humble monk dares not lie. I can only see seven-tenths of this female benefactor's appearance. The other three-tenths are extremely unpredictable. What this female benefactor's future will be depends on her own wishes. This humble monk cannot see it."
Baili Chen glared at Minghui. This old monk clearly knew the truth, yet he wouldn't say it, and was actually trying to fool him. This wasn't the first time Baili Chen and Minghui had met. How could he not know that if Minghui didn't want to talk about something, no amount of coercion or bribery would work? He had learned that the hard way when he was young.
It's not without reason that Baili Chen was rumored to be a sickly prince. He was indeed ill, and quite seriously so, though not in an ordinary way. When the illness first flared up, it was Emperor Mingxian who brought in Master Minghui, who managed to suppress it. However, the illness wasn't cured, only suppressed. It would flare up periodically and in response to external events; his bloodshot eyes were a symptom of one of these flare-ups. For a time, in order to treat his illness, Emperor Mingxian secretly sent Baili Chen to Wuhua Temple to be cared for by Master Minghui. Baili Chen knew Minghui very well; he had learned seventy percent of his skills from her. No matter how arrogant he was, he couldn't bring himself to act out in front of this mentor and friend who had saved his life.
Baili Chen snorted, picked up the cup Minghui had poured tea for Ouyang Yue, twirled it, took a sip, and said with some dissatisfaction, "I've been by your side for so many years, and I've never seen you pour me a cup of tea. You're being so nice to someone you just met; there must be something going on. The person who changed your mind must have extraordinary experiences. Let me tell you, I already considered her my future wife, and now I'm even more determined." Baili Chen stared intently at Master Minghui's expression, which remained unchanged. Baili Chen's lips curled into a smile, and he immediately drank the entire cup of tea, laughing smugly, "How long do you think it will take me to win her over and get her to open up to me without any reservations?"
Master Minghui looked at Baili Chen with some helplessness. He had no way to deal with this cunning seventh prince. He knew that Baili Chen was testing him. He said, "The affairs of the world are preordained. However, there is always room for maneuver before anything is resolved. I cannot give you a definite answer, nor can I tell you whether you can win her over."
Baili Chen said, "Don't be angry with me. I know our marriage is predestined and no one can break it. I'm leaving now, I'm not going to chat with you, you old monk."
Master Minghui looked at Baili Chen, who had already walked away, and shook his head slightly: "Who exactly came to talk to me? After all these years, he still hasn't gotten what he wanted. Sigh..."
Ouyang Yue found a young monk and casually found her a private room. Then she sat down at the table and stared blankly into space.
She understood Master Minghui's meaning perfectly. She now only had two choices: one was to let Su'er go where he belonged; the other was to try and force him to stay, as that would only lead to his soul's destruction, which she certainly didn't want. But she was reluctant to let him go…
In her past life, she was an orphan living in an orphanage. Although there were many children and the director treated them all well, there was constant competition. To improve her chances and leave the orphanage as soon as possible, she never relaxed for a moment. Finally, she was selected by the country, receiving the best education and learning various survival skills to complete one difficult and life-threatening mission after another. She had considered all of this from the moment she joined the organization, so she never regretted her choice, no matter how dangerous it was.
But when she decided to become pregnant, and then died during her last mission, she regretted it. She was always one to see things through to the end, and no matter how difficult or easy the mission was, if it stemmed from problems left over from her previous missions, she would have accepted it without hesitation. But she was carrying a little life inside her. At that moment, she not only had to take responsibility for her child, but also for her own.
However, Su'er was very sensible, adorable, and intelligent. Although she regretted not giving birth to him and letting him perish with her, she was also very happy. In her life, she was no longer alone; she had a lovely little person by her side, and she always believed they would be together forever. She never thought there was anything wrong with Ouyang Su's ability to stay by her side in spirit form. If there were, he wouldn't have shown himself before. This sudden shattering of her long-held beliefs was something Ouyang Yue couldn't understand, and even more so, she couldn't accept Ouyang Su's departure.
She gently stroked the gold bracelet on her wrist, her mind replaying scenes from her interactions with Ouyang Su like a movie: Su'er's mischievous and clever ways, his adorable puppy-like eyes pleading for her affections, his decisive actions when she was in trouble, and his angry and resentful expressions.
Every aspect of him was etched in her memory, every interaction unforgettable. She had always thought herself strong, strong enough to survive without anyone. Yet, at this moment, she realized how much she had come to rely on Ouyang Su, this adorable little man, in her life. He kept her company when she was bored, made her laugh when she was troubled, and cheered her up when she was angry. Ouyang Su's place in her heart was unshakeable. The thought of not seeing him for a long time tore at her heart. Longing filled her mind, and Ouyang Yue's eyes reddened. The last tiny tear fell onto the table, then a second, a third… gradually, tears welled up in Ouyang Yue's eyes.
It's unclear how long Ouyang Yue cried silently like this, but her tears seemed to have dried up. She didn't wipe them away, but her misty eyes flashed with a sharp light like the flashing of cold swords. Her eyes were dark, and her face was indescribably cold. Her whole body exuded an extreme indifference and killing intent.
Su'er left because of her. If Ouyang Rou and Rui Yuhuan hadn't hired those two charlatans, Su'er might not have left her, and they would have had more opportunities to spend time together. All of this was caused by Aunt Hong and Ouyang Rou. She originally thought that she came here to find a way to bring Su'er back, so she didn't directly deal with Aunt Hong and Ouyang Rou, intending to wait until she returned to take action. Unexpectedly, before she even returned, Aunt Hong and Ouyang Rou added several more crimes to her list. Ouyang Yue's eyes turned cold. Rui Yuhuan was probably too busy to deal with everything right now, but what about Ouyang Rou and Aunt Hong? They hadn't received any punishment yet.
Ouyang Rou clenched her fists, a devilish sneer curling at the corners of her lips. Sending Hong Dabao to the capital to await punishment was far from enough; that was just the beginning. She wanted to make Aunt Hong and Aunt Hong Rui Yuhuan and their ilk know what it meant to regret their actions, to live a life of regret, and to wish they were dead!
next day
Ouyang Yue's face was somewhat pale. She didn't go for a vegetarian meal upon waking, but went directly to see Master Minghui. Clearly, she hadn't slept all night; her eyes were slightly dark, and her pupils were bloodshot. However, her gaze was extremely sharp, carrying an unconcealed edge, like a sharp sword ready to be drawn. Her entire being exuded a silent, radiant aura. She had changed drastically since yesterday, becoming even more unstoppable, more open and undisguised in her sharpness.
Master Minghui was brewing tea in the side room. Ouyang Yue entered, bowed, and sat down, quietly waiting for Master Minghui, her expression revealing no emotion.
After pouring each of them a cup of fragrant tea, Master Minghui sat down and stared at Ouyang Yue for a long time. Ouyang Yue's face seemed to have cleared up a bit. Master Minghui's eyes flickered, and he said gently, "What is your final decision, benefactor?"
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Ouyang Yue looked at Master Minghui and remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Ever since Su'er was reborn with me, I have never thought of separating from him. I have always felt that we are one, and we will never suffer the pain of separation. I thought that with your profound Buddhist teachings, Master, you would surely be able to help me solve the problem, but I did not expect that you would not be able to help me either."
Minghui didn't take Ouyang Yue's complaints to heart. She just looked at Ouyang Yue with a loving expression. Ouyang Yue's eyes flickered slightly, and there was an unyielding pain in them. This was the first time she had shown any emotion other than sternness since she came to this room today. It was like a silent poem of sorrow, and anyone could see that she was struggling with her inner turmoil.
Ouyang Yue clenched her fists tightly and placed them on her legs, her eyes flashing with a sharp light: "Master Minghui, is there really no other way? Besides the first and second options, I want a third one."
Master Minghui sighed and said, “Amitabha Buddha, you have to give to receive. You know that this is only a temporary separation and that you will have the chance to meet again. Why are you still so upset?”
Ouyang Yue's face turned cold: "Why should I be able to accept it? We didn't need to separate in the first place. We were framed and forced into this situation. Why should I accept it peacefully? I can't accept it." Having thought about it all night, Ouyang Yue's mind was now filled with hatred. She wished she could fly back to the capital immediately and personally kill Aunt Hong, Ouyang Rou, and the others to settle things. She knew exactly what she should do, but she was unwilling to give up. She felt that Master Minghui might have a solution, but he didn't want to disrupt the order of this timeline, which was why he said those things. She couldn't believe things were this serious; she couldn't accept it!
Su'er...
A dark glint flashed in Ouyang Yue's eyes, her pupils shimmering with a deep red. The bloodshot veins in her eyes, from a sleepless night, seemed to be spreading and gradually filling them. Upon seeing this, Master Minghui cried out in alarm and immediately began chanting the Purification Mantra: "I bow in reverence to Susiddhi, I prostrate myself before the seven kotis, I now praise the Great Cundi, I only wish for your compassionate protection, Namo Saptanam. Samyak Sambuddha. Kotinam. Tadyatha. Om. Cale Cule. Cundi Svaha..." She chanted it more than ten times before Ouyang Yue gradually came to her senses.
A sudden realization struck her; she had almost developed a demonic obsession. Martial artists often suffer from qi deviation, and the same applies to ordinary people. Being overly obsessed with something, to the point of losing reason, can be called a demonic obsession. A demonic obsession can lead to extremes, causing people to do things incomprehensible to ordinary people, and is one of the reasons many commit sins. Such people can also be called madmen or fools. Ouyang Yue didn't think revenge was wrong, but her obsession had already led her to a state of qi deviation. She needed to act rationally, otherwise, she would only harm herself in the end.
Seeing the complex expression on Master Minghui's face, Ouyang Yue reached out and gently stroked the gold bracelet on her left wrist. Master Minghui was clearly taken aback, glancing at the bracelet carefully before a slight smile played on her lips as she waited quietly for Ouyang Yue to speak. Ouyang Yue took a deep breath and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master Minghui. I have thought it through. As long as Su'er is safe, I can accept a short separation."
If possible, she would never make such a choice, but she would not selfishly cause a tragedy that could lead to Su'er's soul being scattered because of her reluctance. Although the quickest way now would be to find a man and get pregnant to give birth to Su'er, she knew Su'er well enough that he would be angry if she did that.
"Mom used so many sperm to give birth to such an incomparably handsome, smart and cute son like me. The man you find in the future can't be too bad either, just a little bit worse than you, otherwise I'll be embarrassed." Ouyang Yue just smiled and thought that this was a long way off, why was this little devil worrying about it?
"But Mom can just find a man to father a child with and run away. Anyway, I'll protect you in the future, and you won't be interested in other men, right? But you can't be too ugly, I'm afraid I'll be born ugly, and you can't be an idiot either, what if a mutant comes along and my smart brain gets corrupted..."
"Mom..."
Ouyang Yue felt a pang of pain in her heart, tightly gripping the gold bracelet, concealing the tears welling up in her eyes: "Master Minghui, I have made my decision. I will follow your instructions regarding the specifics."
Seeing that Ouyang Yue's complexion had returned to normal, he nodded slightly and said, "You've been touching this gold bracelet the whole time; it's his host body."
Ouyang Yue nodded: "That's right, Su'er should be locked inside and unable to get out."
Master Minghui's expression shifted: "Amitabha, I will perform a three-day ritual for his soul, and you must stay during these three days."
"That's natural."
“Then please make the arrangements, and we’ll begin tomorrow.” Ouyang Yue was somewhat puzzled by Master Minghui’s decision to wait another day, but she nodded and got up to leave. As soon as she stepped out of the room, she saw Leng Jue, dressed in black, leaning against a tree not far away, his head turned towards the room. When he saw Ouyang Yue come out, he immediately straightened up and followed her.
"I never expected you and Master Minghui to hit it off so well. You met yesterday and came to see him again this morning. Is there some secret you can't tell me?" Leng Jue's eyes clearly showed displeasure, but Ouyang Yue just glanced at him indifferently, turned around and left, completely ignoring him.
Ignored, Leng Jue stiffened, but still followed, saying, "You don't look well. You didn't sleep well last night."
Ouyang Yue remained silent, and Leng Jue felt a surge of annoyance. He had never cared so much about anyone before, yet the person he cared about was ignoring him, which frustrated him greatly. However, he clearly sensed that Ouyang Yue was in a bad mood, so he wisely kept quiet.
Ouyang Yue went straight back to her room. As she closed the door, Leng Jue quickly slipped inside. Ouyang Yue didn't look at him, but simply sat quietly at the table. The tea she had poured the night before had long since cooled. Standing there silently, Ouyang Yue looked utterly lonely. Baili Chen's heart stirred. He turned and sat down beside her, then, after a moment's thought, took Ouyang Yue's hand. She immediately pulled away, giving him a cold look. Leng Jue said, "I know you're in a bad mood. What, you won't even let me comfort you? I felt uncomfortable too, talking to Master Minghui for so long." Ultimately, Leng Jue felt uncomfortable seeing Ouyang Yue with another man, even though he was an old monk and unlikely to have any ulterior motives. His words carried a hint of bitterness.
Ouyang Yue squinted at him, but said, "I do have something I need your help with."
Upon hearing this, Leng Jue's eyes lit up slightly, and he said, "What is it? Just tell me."
“For the next three days, Master Minghui will be performing a ritual for me. During this time, no one is allowed to approach the room we are in, not even you. Can you help me with that?” Ouyang Yue asked Leng Jue calmly.
Leng Jue was taken aback, his eyes darkening, but he didn't speak immediately. If he spoke now, it would surely be biased. Moreover, he was very interested in Ouyang Yue's affairs. Her concealment from him displeased him, but he wasn't stupid. Ouyang Yue's serious explanation must be important. Even though he was unhappy, he still said, "If I agree to your request, will you promise never to hide anything from me again?"
"Should I agree or not?" Ouyang Yue simply looked at him and asked.
"Alright, I agree. But woman, you owe me a favor, and you should know it's not so easy to repay." Leng Jue narrowed his eyes, seemingly already having some plans. Ouyang Yue, however, no longer looked at him, quietly gazing at the now-cooled tea, lost in thought, seemingly pondering something.
Leng Jue sat with Ouyang Yue for an hour, then helped her to bed before leaving. He went directly to Master Minghui's residence, saying, "You old monk, what trouble are you up to now?"
“This humble monk will be performing a three-day Buddhist ceremony for you, my lady. It seems the Seventh Prince is already aware of this. These three days are very important, and I hope the Seventh Prince will keep a close watch on things,” Master Minghui said instead of answering.
Leng Jue's eyes darkened: "Have you ever seen a prince of the current dynasty serve as your doorman?"
Master Minghui looked at him with a faint smile, while Leng Jue scratched his head in annoyance and said, "They're all like this. I knew I wouldn't get anything out of you, you stinky monk. You've gone to all this trouble."
Master Minghui looked at Baili Chen with a faint smile, saying meaningfully, "This concerns the safety of the female benefactor's future life, so of course we must be careful. I will trouble the Seventh Prince."
Leng Jue's eyes narrowed: "Is it related to her danger?" He said, "Don't worry, I'll naturally keep a close watch on this door."
Master Minghui took out a yellow medicine bottle from his bosom and handed it to Baili Chen: "These are tonic pills that I made before the New Year. The Seventh Prince has been suffering from qi and blood deficiency recently, so use these to replenish his qi and blood first."
Baili Chen said, "I'm used to spitting blood, why would I need this?" But as he said this, he quickly grabbed the medicine bottle, opened the cap and smelled it. The aroma of the medicine was immediately strong, clearly indicating that it was a good product. He then stuffed the medicine into his pocket and said seriously, "You have to make sure she's alright, or I will never forgive you."
Master Minghui sighed, "The Seventh Prince is truly not respectful enough to his teacher..."