In the third year of Zhaoding, Princess Zhenxi took her seven-year-old Zhu Qingxuan to Jinyun Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. The main entrance of the ancient temple was filled with incense, the bells rang far away, and the sound of chanting scriptures was endless. Before leaving, the presiding abbot specially made a hexagram for her. In the temple, Vajra glared, Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, and the Buddha's light behind him swayed all living beings. When the hexagram started, everyone turned pale with shock. Only Zhu Qingxuan looked as usual. On the ground paved with bluestones, the heavenly secrets were profound and the hexagrams could not appear.
On that day, the Jialan Mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, and thousands of miles of green mountains were rolling in. The new king stood on the top of the vast mountain, as if he wanted to borrow his wise eyes and embrace all living beings. He had been hurt and separated in this life, and had given up his thoughts. Now he woke up from a big dream and finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish.
"Axuan, remember, you personally chose their life and death at this moment, and there will be no turning back from now on." The master's words were still in his ears. It was only after a while that the young Xuan understood that many things had already been destined, and there was no choice.
Zhu Qingxuan has been awakening and growing up all his life. His parents died when he was young. He was adopted by the King of Zhenxi and took good care of him. Later, he met his mentor and devoted his life to cultivating him. He became successful in his studies. After half a life of suffering, he was filled with sadness and the love of a girl. My passion had just sprouted, and I thought it would be a smooth road, but I didn't expect to run to meet my own suffering. Fortunately, after going through hardships and tossing for half a life, I could finally stand side by side with the one I love at the top of power. Without you, this life is too long, but with you, half of my life is not short.
"Brother Changfeng, if there is an afterlife, where the mountain moon is my pillow, the thin dew is my blanket, and the mortal world is vast, Qingxuan is still willing to come for you."
The temple is high, the rivers and lakes are far away, the waves are treacherous and the clouds are treacherous. Just look at the direction of the tip of my Zhu Qingxuan sword, and I will move forward indomitably.
Purpose: It is better to make your own decisions than to seek divination from immortals.