As soon as Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, a guard in Jinyi lit a stick of incense, and the green smoke curled up. It looked so peaceful, but it also contained the murderous intention of false accusation.
"I know." Xinci nodded slowly and turned around to enter the temple.
The royal guards all stared at the incense stick, waiting for it to burn out.
In the backyard, Wang Xian was still meditating with his eyes closed. He also looked anxiously at the door, and finally saw someone coming.
"Uncle Xinci" no longer cared about his usual conflicts. He jumped in front of Xinci and said anxiously: "Please persuade my master quickly, he must wait here to die."
Xinci saw Wang Xian sitting cross-legged and meditating from outside the door, her eyes glowed with approval, and she said softly: "Junior brother, master has invited me."
Wang Xian nodded, then slowly stood up and followed Xinci to the abbot's courtyard. Behind him was Ye Xian who looked uneasy and was holding an iron rod in his hand, as if he was Wang Xian's bodyguard.
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"Go in." When they arrived outside the abbot's room, Xinci stopped and reassured Wang Xian, but stopped him outside first.
He had no choice but to make a face at Xinci and guard the door of the abbot's room with him on the left and right, just like two door gods.
In the abbot's room, Dao Yan was still sitting with a half-dead look.
Wang Xian didn't say anything, bowed to Dao Yan, and sat on the futon opposite.
"Stop pretending." Dao Yan raised his wrinkled eyelids, and his dim yellow eyes radiated a penetrating gaze: "Otherwise, let's continue to sit down. I'm not in a hurry anyway."
"Hehe..." Wang Xian finally couldn't help but said: "I will obey the teacher's order." It means that this is what you asked me to say, and it does not count as a violation of the precepts.
"I didn't expect you still have some concentration," Dao Yan said lightly, "I thought you would be scared away."
"I actually don't have any determination, I just accept death." Wang Xian said with a smile: "I believe the master will not ignore me."
"Have you never heard anyone say that I am the most ruthless person in the world?" Dao Yan chuckled.
"As the saying goes, things will turn against each other when they are extremely ruthless, and affection will emerge." Wang Xian said with a smile: "And I don't care what others say, I only believe in my own feelings. Master is really affectionate towards me."
"I think you are being sentimental." Dao Yan snorted coldly.
"Hey." Wang Xian touched his stubbled head and smiled without saying anything.
"You're lucky." Dao Yan rolled his eyes at him, and the domineering power hidden under the monk's robes emerged spontaneously, filling every corner of the Zen room: "I actually bumped into a traitor who came to kick me." He said
Those triangular eyes revealed an evil spirit and said: "I can't believe that if I don't offend others all my life, others will burn incense. Now that I'm old and old, someone dares to come to my door."
"That's right," Wang Xian hurriedly fanned the flames and said, "If the tiger doesn't show off its power, it thinks it's a sick cat."
"Shut up," Dao Yan scolded, "It's not all you who caused the trouble."
"Master is my disciple's biggest supporter." Wang Xian smiled and said, "My disciple is desperate and can only count on you."
"Fart." Dao Yan exposed him unceremoniously and said, "You can fight them evenly on your own."
"But what I want is not an equal score," Wang Xian suppressed his smile and said seriously: "What I want is victory."
"These words are too low-level. How can any fighter be sure to win?" Dao Yan shook his head.
"As long as the master takes action, we will win." After Wang Xian said this, he reacted and said with great joy: "So, the master is willing to help?"
"Why are you so sure that I will help the prince?" Dao Yan was a little curious.
"Master's willingness to accept me as his apprentice is proof of this." Wang Xian patted his chest.
"Uh..." Dao Yan thought about it, shook his head and said with a smile: "I am really old, and I let you see through it."
"Master, please don't sigh." Wang Xian took off the mask of the old god and urged him anxiously. "The fire is about to reach the roof."
"Why are you so worried that the sky won't fall?" Dao Yan said domineeringly.
"Master, you are a real man." Wang Xian said with stars in his eyes, "Idol."
"You are the puppet." No matter how smart Dao Yan was, he couldn't understand the words used six hundred years later. He glared at him and said, "Actually, I didn't want to intervene this time, but since people have bullied me at my door, I won't do it again."
If you pretend to be a grandson, you will really become a grandson." Dao Yan's aura of being a prince suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by the domineering spirit of killing Po Lang in the past: "This time, the King of Han and Ji Gang are also seeking death. Originally, the emperor needed someone to check and balance the prince.
, that’s why they kept the two of them. As a result, the two idiots thought that the emperor was weak and could be bullied, and actually pushed it too far. Little did they know that the emperor had already drawn a red line for them. Within the red line, they could do whatever they wanted. If they crossed the red line, they would only die.
"One piece"
"So, the emperor really has arrangements?" Wang Xian's expression perked up, and all the hairs on his body became excited.
"They have been struggling for so long, do you think the emperor can't notice it?" Dao Yan sneered: "If that's the case, he doesn't deserve to be called Emperor Yongle."
"What is the emperor's arrangement?" Wang Xian was so depressed in his heart. How long has it been? Don't sigh. Let's get to the point, okay?
"I don't know." Unexpectedly, the old monk gave such an answer.
"Ah?" Wang Xian's mouth opened wide.
"Ah what? It's just a kid playing house, why does the emperor need to bother to discuss it with me?" Wang Xian's reaction was in line with the old monk's bad taste. He smiled disdainfully and said: "Let me tell you straight, brat.
The emperor went to Beijing to free up the battlefield and let the two tigers, the prince and the King of Han, fight. Only if the prince wins can he be qualified to inherit his throne. Otherwise, do you think that the Ming Dynasty that the emperor devoted his efforts to build will be handed over to the prince so easily?
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"What if the prince loses?" Wang Xian is so sweaty. If this is really the case, the emperor is really ruthless.
"Isn't there a grandson?" the old monk said quietly.
"Uh..." Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses in time: "Master, why did you teach me?"
"Yes, it seems that my mood has improved." The old monk nodded approvingly and said, "Listen carefully, I will only say these three things once."
"Yes." Wang Xian immediately calmed down and straightened his ears to listen.
"First, go out quickly and take the prince out of the capital." The old monk said calmly: "Second, let the prince go to Zhenjiang to join the avant-garde of the government army, and then hold on there." After a pause, he looked at Wang Xiandao: "Second,
Three, you have to arrive in Beijing within three days."
"Huh?" Wang Xian finally heard the old monk's clever plan. After hearing it, he was not happy, but had mixed feelings in his heart: "Master, first, my plan is to stick to the capital. Second, the advance guard of the government army will take over.
The order I received should be to return to the capital to aid. Thirdly, why should I go to Beijing at this time?"
"Do you really want to hear an explanation?" the old monk smiled, as the sounds of war and chaos could be heard outside.
"Forget it, I'll listen to you." Wang Xian knew it was the Jin Yiwei who came in, and he felt depressed. You old man had been chattering nonsense for a long time, but the result was good. He just got to the point and ran out of time.
At this time, the door of the Zen room opened. Not only did Xinci come in first, but also monks Xinyan and Yiyu. All the monks were wearing short clothes, carrying a Zen staff of forty or fifty pounds in their hands, and they looked like they were going to fight for their lives.
Posture.
"Let's go." The old monk smiled slightly at the disciples.
"Master..." All the monks knelt down and burst into tears.
Outside Qingshou Temple, a stick of incense finally burned out. However, the Jinyi guards did not see a bald man again, let alone Wang Xian.
"Come in." Zhuang Jing suddenly regretted that he had trusted too much. He knew clearly that there were Wang Xian and Dao Yan, the most cunning masters and disciples in the world, so he still had to give them a moment to burn incense. Thinking of this, he
He kicked the incense burner away and said through gritted teeth: "Except for Dao Yan, I will kill you without mercy."
Master Zhuang gave the order, and the Jin Yiwei, who had already been suppressed for a long time, poured into the temple from all directions like a tide.
However, the royal guards, who were like hungry wolves, rushed through the courtyards one after another, but they didn't see a single living person.
The reason why they emphasized that they didn't see a single living person is because they saw a dead person.
To be precise, he is a dead monk.
A young monk was hung on the big bell in the temple, his tongue hanging out very long, very ferocious.
When he saw the appearance of the little monk, Zhuang Jing's eyes couldn't help but shrink. That was exactly the work he had arranged in Qingshou Temple. His uneasiness became even stronger...
"Reporter" A member of the Qianhu family ran over and knelt down on one knee to report: "We have searched the entire temple, and there is only an old monk in the abbot's room, and there is no one else."
"How is that possible?" Zhuang Jing was a little crazy. He had clearly confirmed that just a moment ago, everyone, including Wang Xian, was in the temple. He suddenly said with a loud voice: "There must be a secret passage, hurry up and find it."
, I have to dig three feet into the ground to find it.”
"Yes" Qianhu followed the order and left. The next moment, the Qingshou Temple was attacked. Countless guards with swords and guns stabbed and smashed everywhere, looking for the possible secret passage.
Zhuang Jing came to the abbot's room. He took a deep breath and hesitated to take that step. Master Zhuang couldn't believe that at this point, he was still a little afraid of meeting the old monk.
Fortunately, the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-ponging all around reminded him that now I am the swordsman, and the old monk is the fish, so what else is there to be afraid of?
Only then did he calm down, grit his teeth, push the door open and go in.
Then they saw Dao Yan sitting on the futon, and the sun shone on the old monk's wrinkled face, which actually gave him a sacred feeling.
It was completely uncontrollable, Zhuang Jing blurted out: "Master..."
"I thought you didn't dare to come in." The old monk still looked down on everyone and said with a smile.
This sound made Zhuang Jing come back to his senses. He sat cross-legged opposite the old monk and said disdainfully: "I dare to rebel, so why don't I dare to see you?"
"You are afraid of me." The old monk said slowly.
"It's a joke." Zhuang Jing drew out his sword and put the sharp blade on the old monk's neck. "I can kill you with just a move of my hand. I'm afraid of you."