"Master, the three of us visited the palace before coming this time and met with the eight heads of the Bagua Hall, including your father, of course."

The desolate cold wind outside the house, the intrigues inside the house.

Hua Yingmi never spoke except for the "Master" after entering the house. Sun Shenbing's eyes were always observing Xu Bao and he didn't say much, so Hu Luqin was the one doing the talking all the time. The atmosphere was

It was a little embarrassing and weird, because Xu Bao was just listening without any response, not even a "hmm" or "ah" in response.

Two quarters of an hour passed, and the next layout of the Tianmen was clearly explained. Hu Luqin then asked tentatively: "Master, do you...do you still have any doubts?"

"Doubtful? No? It's quite clear." Xu Bao stood up and turned around and walked to the window: "Use this person named Li to arouse the emperor's suspicion, use Wang Zhi to build the West Factory, and wait until the West Factory develops and grows.

Replace Dongchang and Jinyiwei, right?"

"Uh...right."

The whining wind roared outside the window. The window lattice paper blocked most of the cold wind, but there was always cold intrusion in the gaps. Xu Bao suddenly opened the window, and the cold wind blew up the long hair on the back of his head and carried it away.

There was only a little warmth left in the room. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and there were only a few clouds in the windy weather. At this moment, he remembered that unforgettable night, night, moon, and he only had a gun in his hand, facing the

It is the full efforts of Inoue Yuki and the organization.

organize...

Even in the Ming Dynasty, he still inevitably stepped into the quagmire of the organization. The only difference may be just a name. The name of the organization, and his own name.

The organization gave me a task, and I risked my life to complete it, and then it was the next task, and the next task, until I lost my life, or got tired of it, and reported to the Lord of Hell.

When people live in the world, whether they are rich or poor, most of them follow the same pattern. They complete tasks one after another before they die. However, some people can decide their own tasks, and some people can only obey others' orders. It's more or less the same.

But if life is just like a game, and the suffering is extreme, how can life be joyful?

The cold air cooled the fire in his lungs. Xu Bao closed the window again and turned around: "There must be another part of the plan that you haven't mentioned, right? If the West Factory completely replaces the East Factory and Jinyiwei, there won't be much time to say.

Three to five years have passed. When the time is right, I will replace Wang Zhi. Then the West Factory will be in the hands of Tianmen. Then I will send the emperor to heaven. The new emperor is just a ten-year-old naughty boy, and he is close to me. He can emulate Cao Cao.

Old things hold the emperor hostage to order the princes? What happens next?"

"And then?" Hu Luqin looked around at Hua Yimi and Sun Zhenyi. At this moment, he suddenly regretted how he could sit in this position on a square table. If he could switch with any of them, he would not have to face this unpredictable person.

The little keeper.

"My father once said that the purpose of establishing Tianmen by Duke Zhao Gaogong of the pre-Qin Dynasty was very simple, just to find a home for the rootless people in the world. After thousands of years of inheritance, Tianmen's successive sect leaders and hall masters worked together and sacrificed themselves for this purpose.

Everything. But until today, have we achieved anything? This path was wrong from the beginning."

"The only way out for those without roots, that is, eunuchs, is to be slaves and maids in the palace, beside the emperor. Family? What kind of family? If you are a slave to others, and your wealth and life are not under your control, how can you talk about having a family?

"

Sun Shenbing opened his mouth and continued: "Then I don't know what the sect master has to say? I am all ears."

"Gao Jian? How about not wanting to be the emperor?" Xu Bao replied lightly, then waved his hand: "It's just a joke, just pretend I didn't say it."

A green lamp in the Zen room illuminated Xu Bao's complexion, which changed from green to red. When he spoke again, he brought the topic back to the right track.

"Your plan is actually quite good, but it's not perfect enough and is a bit petty."

"You are angry at a small family?" Hu Luqin was stunned when he heard this, and then frowned: "Then I wonder what the young master has to say?"

"Good idea?" Xu Bao returned to the table and sat down: "I do have an idea..."

...

Deep in Shuiyue Temple, in a secluded meditation room, the wooden mallet hit the wooden fish repeatedly, making a "doudo" sound. Master Yuming sat cross-legged on a futon nearby and recited the Heart Sutra silently, not knowing when to open his arms.

He closed his eyes and looked at the woman who was as quiet as a mountain spring in front of him. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

"Master." The woman stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and showed doubts.

"Do you... want to go back to the palace?" Master Yuming carefully considered his words and asked carefully.

"Go back to the palace?" The woman blinked and nodded slightly: "I still want to."

"I want to go back to the palace..."

"It's just that my two relatives are still there, and I miss them a little." The woman smiled, with a hint of bitterness in her eyes: "Although I can't see them when I return to the palace, I miss them in my heart and always want to be away from them.

Closer."

Master Yuming naturally knew the two relatives mentioned by the woman. One of the two men in the palace was his son and the other was his husband. They were also the two most noble men in the Ming Dynasty.

One is the emperor at this time, and the other is the master of the future.

"Amitabha." Master Yuming seemed to recall a period of time in the past. She announced the Buddha's name and said after a while: "Emperors do not belong to any one person. They do not need other people's closeness, nor do they need other people's thoughts."

"The emperor... is also my child after all." The woman lowered her head and said softly: "Perhaps he will be safer and happier if I am not here, but... I just want to see him from time to time."

"It's hard."

"There is also my sister. I heard that she is doing well, but I don't know how she is doing now."

Master Yuming asked in confusion: "Sister? You're not talking about the emperor?"

"Emperor?" The woman realized that Master Yuming had misunderstood, and shook her head gently: "He is the emperor, he does not need my closeness and thoughts."

The meditation room fell into silence again, the woman raised the gavel in her hand again, and Master Yuming closed her eyes again. These short exchanges seemed as if they had never happened.

Three knocks on the door broke the silence in the room.

"Slave Xu Bao, please see your empress for a thousand years."

Master Yuming sighed and replied: "There are no concubines in the palace here, only a female lay practitioner from Shuiyue Temple. The donor has found the wrong place."
Chapter completed!