A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a good minister chooses his master to do his work.

Yao Guangxiao is a smart man, so like all smart people, he will choose what is most beneficial to him.

Analyzing the current situation, Yao Guangxiao deeply realized that no matter what Zhu Di chose, he would still be targeted by Zhu Ying in this way.

Then there is no time to run.

His Majesty King Yan currently has no ability to rescue him. Even if His Majesty is gone, Zhu Ying, who has ascended the throne as emperor, will not be able to let King Yan rescue him.

Even if he is really rescued, he is still considered useless.

With a sea of ​​documents, it would be impossible for him to serve the King of Yan, and it would be impossible for him to hide it from Zhu Ying.

If this is the case, then why should I still serve King Yan?

Yao Guangxiao gave himself a question.

A self-centered person like him can never really be loyal to someone.

"Now it seems that the poor monk can only follow the fate."

Yao Guangxiao murmured to himself.

"Master, what did you say? The voice was too low and I didn't hear it clearly."

Five meters away, Jin Yiwei, who was cleaning up, moved his ears slightly and turned to Yao Guangxiao.

Yao Guangxiao was speechless.

He could hear his voice at such a low level, so he must be an elite member of the Jinyi Guards.

No matter how virtuous or capable a poor monk is, let the elite Jin Yiwei guard him personally.

After pondering for a moment, Yao Guangxiao said: "The poor monk has something to say, which he would like to convey to His Highness Changsun. I would like to trouble my little brother to pass it on."

Yao Guangxiao, after making up his mind, had no other hesitations.

I was immediately ready to surrender.

Unexpectedly, Jin Yiwei's brother looked at Yao Guangxiao with a slightly strange look, then shook his head and replied: "Master, if you have anything to do, please wait until a month later. It will be too long, and I'm afraid that we will forget it."

"There is an order from the top. Within a month, master, please practice Buddhism with peace of mind and don't worry about the disturbances from the outside world."

When Brother Jinyiwei came, he got the notice from above.

No matter how evil words Dao Yan confuses the public, do not listen to them or spread them.

Except for illness and disaster, I spent all my time here.

Yao Guangxiao sighed slightly when he heard this, knowing that Zhu Ying had directly pinched him to death.

After more than a month, King Zhu Di of Yan should have led his army to the coastal areas.

Just when Yao Guangxiao was helpless.

In front of the mountain gate of Tianjie Temple.

Zhu Di led a dozen or so cavalry guards, went straight to the mountain gate, dismounted from their horses, and entered Tianjie Temple with great momentum.

A young monk guarding the door subconsciously wanted to stop him, but was grabbed by the older monk next to him.

When Zhu Di and his party could no longer see the figure, he scolded him: "You don't want to die? That's His Royal Highness King Yan."

The young monk suddenly felt frightened.

The main hall of Tianjie Temple.

When Zhu Di arrived here, many monks and officials from Tianjie Temple came over quickly.

"Meet His Highness King Yan."

Seeing this, Zhu Di calmed down the anger in his heart a little.

Although Tianjie Temple is only the sixth grade, my father comes here quite frequently. In the past, he would come here every now and then to take a look and inspect the temple.

There are many eminent monks, celebrities, and envoys here, and even King Zhu Di of Yan must pay attention to their influence.

"Master, I don't know where Master Dao Yan is working in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion today."

Zhu Di asked in a deep voice.

He has been to Tianjie Temple quite a few times. There are more than thirty scripture-storing pavilions, large and small, and it is impossible for him to search for them one by one.

However, when the leading monk heard this, he hesitated for a moment but did not speak.

"Why, isn't it allowed for me to inquire about a person?" Zhu Di asked in a deep voice.

The leading monk smiled bitterly and said: "Your Highness, it's not that the poor monk didn't want to tell me. Master Daoyan returned to the temple to take up his post, and the poor monk only found out today."

"Although Master Daoyan is registered in the register, he does not have a specific address. He will be led there directly by the Jin Yiwei, and the poor monk and others have no right to interfere."

When Zhu Di heard this, his eyes flashed with light, and he thought about it in his heart.

He knew that Jin Yiwei's appearance must be his father's intention.

Even if he couldn't hide it from his father when he came over, he still had to come over. Yao Guangxiao had too much information about him in his hands.

How could Zhu Di feel at ease without seeing him face to face?

Zhu Di was silent for a long time, and finally gave instructions to his subordinates who were following him: "Search all the Scripture Pavilions in Tianjie Temple and be sure to find out the whereabouts of Master Daoyan."

"Remember not to disturb others," Zhu Di added.

"Follow orders."

More than a dozen personal guards turned around and went out to carry out the orders of His Highness King Yan.

At this time, an old monk walked out of the crowd and said, "Your Highness, why are you doing this?"

As soon as the eminent monk appeared, many monks clasped their hands and bowed their heads.

Even when Zhu Di saw it, he suppressed his emotions and bowed his head in salute.

Zhu Yuanzhang personally invited this eminent monk to come to Tianjie Temple to take charge of his dharma title.

When he came, Daocheng said that he could not practice Zen, so Zhu Yuanzhang gave him permission not to practice Zen, which was an extraordinary kindness.

After hearing Master Daocheng's words, Zhu Di hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, I have my own difficulties."

Daocheng glanced at Zhu Di with a somewhat cloudy look, but did not preach.

He just waved his hands and asked everyone to disperse.

Although Daocheng did not wear official monk robes, his status in Tianjie Temple was obviously unparalleled.

The other monks dispersed one after another.

"Thank you, Master."

Zhu Di put his hands together and thanked him again.

Daocheng asked everyone to disperse, acquiescing to his search for Daoyan this time.

Daocheng sighed slightly, didn't say much, just turned around and left the hall.

The abandoned Buddhist Scripture Pavilion where Yao Guangxiao lives.

"Master, His Highness King Yan has come to see you, would you like to meet him?"

A Jin Yiwei who was hiding in the dark came over and exchanged words with the Jin Yiwei stationed there.

The former Jinyiwei boy came over and asked Yao Guangxiao.

Only then did Yao Guangxiao realize that there were other Jinyi guards lurking outside his residence.

However, after Yao Guangxiao heard this, he shook his head and said: "The fate between the poor monk and His Highness King Yan is over, so there is no need to be too persistent. Seeing or not seeing him does not mean much."

Brother Jinyiwei was suddenly stunned.

He didn't expect such an answer.

Just now he got the news that King Zhu Di of Yan had arranged for a search.

Judging from the current situation, they will be searched soon.

If King Yan comes in person, there is definitely no way for the Jin Yiwei to stop him. At most, it is time to report it.

That's why he asked in a procedural way.

"Okay, since the master said I won't see you, then I won't see you. Please come with me to the back mountain to avoid it." said the little brother Jin Yiwei.

Yao Guangxiao nodded slightly when he heard this.

Soon, the guards of King Yan came over to search.

After all, this is indeed the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, and it is also registered in Tianjie Temple.

Yao Guangxiao stood on the edge of the back mountain, watching the guards search, and left immediately after finding no one.

"Your Highness, we didn't find it."

Two hours later, Jin Yiwei was in the main hall and reported to Zhu Di who was sitting next to Master Daocheng.

Zhu Di's expression is much calmer now.
To be continued...