Ji Xun returned the salute with one hand raised up.
"Master, don't worry. My wife can cure the poison on Junior Brother Yuan Qing. He will be fine."
"Then I would like to thank Princess Ye Ye in advance for my apprentice." Master Duchen thanked her devoutly.
Although the two knew each other's identities, they both maintained a certain distance.
As far as Master Duchen is concerned, he has been far away from the secular world, and no matter who he is in front of him, he is a benefactor.
Although Ji Xun knew that he was his imperial uncle, he only called him master, which was a sign of respect for him.
After a silence, Ji Xunhuo, Aqin, Yingying and others took Yuan Qing out of the Zen room first, and then sat cross-legged on the futon with Master Duchen, sitting opposite each other and drinking tea.
"This tea is high mountain tea picked by my little apprentice. Does it taste good?"
"Yes, the aroma is rich and the taste is sweet. It's a good tea." Ji Xun took a sip of tea and praised it, then turned his attention to Master Duchen, "Wei Yan fell from the top of the mountain and died. His sins were finally over."
"Ah-nada Buddha~~He deserves what he deserves." Master Duchen said as he stood up and recited a few lines of sutra, as if to save Wei Yan's unwilling soul.
After a moment, he stopped burning his voice and looked at Ji Xun with gentle eyes.
Night King Wei Chenyi, is this the son of the woman he once deeply loved?
Well, he looks very similar to Ah Jing, which is indeed good. The smile on Master Duchen's face is kind and full of admiration.
Ji Xun looked at the emperor's uncle whom he had never met before, and he had a thousand words in his heart.
The Zen room was as cold as an ice cellar and there was no charcoal fire. His monk's robe was thin and patched, his temples were gray, and his face was covered with wrinkles like wind and frost, giving off an indescribable sense of vicissitudes of life.
Looking at him, a sense of sourness surged into Ji Xun's heart.
Wei Xuanyuan, is this the Wei Xuanyuan who was branded as a traitor by the outside world?
No, no, no, it’s too unlikeable!
It's not that he doesn't look like Wei Xuanyuan, but he doesn't look like a traitor who seeks to return for power!
Thinking of this, although Ji Xun didn't want to disturb his peace, he couldn't help but blurt it out.
"Did Master Duchen take part in the rebellion more than ten years ago?"
"Of course not." Master Duchen shook his head indifferently, "I have lived in seclusion in Tiangang Mountain more than 20 years ago. I no longer care about secular affairs. I have never set foot in the small town at the foot of the mountain except to sell medicinal materials.
The world of mortals is three feet long.'
Ji Xun nodded silently, thinking that the other princes who had rebelled must have deliberately brought Wei Xuanyuan into the team to build momentum, and perhaps they also used disguise techniques.
Time passed, and those things could no longer be investigated. After all, he believed in Master Du Yuan's words, and he must be innocent.
After a moment of silence, Ji Xun asked again: "Is Wei Yan's true identity really the son of Wei Chenghao? How did you rescue him from the East Palace back then?'
"He was not the only one I rescued back then, there was another one too~~" Master Duchen took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and told Ji Xun in detail what happened that year.
After hearing this, Ji Xun fell silent again. So there is really no conclusive evidence to prove that he is Wei Yan.
However, regardless of whether it was Wei Yan or Wei Mo who fell into the cliff, his crimes were too numerous to be regretted and there was no need to pursue them further.
After drinking a cup of tea with Master Duyuan, and having almost finished talking, Ji Xun stood up, came to the Bodhisattva, burned incense and knelt down devoutly.
I wish that my wife will give birth safely, that mother and child are safe, that wars will end and disasters will end, and that people will live and work in peace and contentment.
After burning incense and worshiping the Buddha, Ji Xun took out his wallet and donated all the broken silver in it into the incense tube. Then he said to Master Duchen: "Junior Yuan Qing's poison needs to be cured in the capital. Master, you can rest assured that I can
Take him away for a while?'
"Of course I'm relieved." Master Duchen nodded, stood up, and walked out the door with Ji Xun.
"I will send Junior Brother Yuan Qing back after the poison on his body is cured." Ji Xundao.
"It's time for a donor." Master Duyuan was not polite to Ji Xun, raised his palms in a respectful salute, and followed Ji Xun to the courtyard outside the temple.
In the yard, Shadow stood waiting with Xiao Yuanqing and Aqin on his back, while everyone else had already gone down the mountain.
The originally blood-stained courtyard has been cleaned up and quiet. It is better for this quiet place in Buddhism to have less of the worldly atmosphere.
"Master." Although Xiao Yuanqing has controlled the poison in his body, he cannot bear it at his young age and his body is still a little weak. He looked at Master Duchen and called out softly.
Master Duchen walked towards him and touched his bare little head.
"Yuan Qing, you went to Beijing with this benefactor to get rid of the poison in your body. Do you have to be obedient?"
Yuan Qing said with a look of reluctance, "Master, please go to Beijing with your apprentice. Who will burn flowers, cook, and warm your bed when the apprentice is gone? I don't worry about leaving you alone in the mountains."
Master Duchen felt warm in his heart, "Master is an adult, why should you worry about this?"
After speaking, he looked at Ji Xun and said, "The poor people on the mountain are poor. If this child is willing, can you let him stay with the donor?"
"No, master, I will stay in the mountain to take care of you. I will come back when the poison in my body is cured."
When Ji Xun saw Xiao Yuanqing's determined face, he smiled and said to Master Duchen: "It depends on what Xiao Yuanqing wants. If he is unwilling to go down the mountain, I will send him back at that time."
"Thank you for your help." Master Duchen put his hands together and bowed respectfully, then turned back and walked into the main hall.
Ji Xun saluted his back with his palms raised, and then led Ying Ying and others down the mountain.
He didn't know what was going on in the capital, and he didn't have time to delay here, but he didn't forget to send people into the mountain to look for the body of Wei Yan who fell off the cliff.
Of course, not long afterward, palace guards carried a sandalwood plaque with the message "Tiangang Royal Temple" and sent it up the mountain with great fanfare, which shocked people all over the country.
Later, the local fire continued here, and the master and apprentice no longer had to suffer from hunger and cold. Of course, this is all a story later.
Capital City, Prime Minister's Mansion.
"It's been three days. It's almost time for the master to arrive at Tiangang Mountain." Zhou Qian muttered while having breakfast.
I don't know why I've been feeling a little restless these past few days. Every day I count on my fingers how long my master has been away from the capital, hoping that he will settle the mother-gu matter and return to the capital as soon as possible.
Zhou Qian was very anxious and had no appetite. He put down his chopsticks and put on his court clothes. He was about to enter the palace for the morning court meeting when his subordinates came to report in a hurry.
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, General Zhu's subordinates are asking to see him outside the mansion. He looks very anxious.'
Zhou Qian's head suddenly buzzed, and he felt that nothing good was going on.
If it was a good thing, then the messenger who came would be beaming with joy. How could he be in a hurry?
Is it possible that Zhu Xiangyu lost the battle in the southwest? But how is this possible? There are no boats and no bridges. The river is a hundred feet wide and the Night King's soldiers cannot cross it. How can he lose the battle?
"Call someone in quickly."
Zhou Qian sat down on an armchair, full of questions waiting for answers.
