Wen Yao herself didn't know why Han Linyuan was so interested in her, it felt ridiculous, but when the master entrusted her with her on his deathbed, he pretended to reassure him and nodded in agreement.
The mourning was announced to the outside world. A generation of eminent monks, a generation of legends, Master Fuchen, and God of War Han Linyuan passed away.
Internally, Wen Yao and Yuan Rui learned the art of war from Han Linyuan. Yuan Rui was surprised by this knowledge. Wen Yao was more talented in learning than him. No wonder Han Linyuan insisted on her learning.
Han Linyuan was very pleased that he had not misjudged the person.
After investigating Wen Yao's personality and what she said, Han Linyuan had been thinking of cultivating Wen Yao since then, but he didn't expect that before he had time to find a chance to teach, things happened with the Liang family.
Fortunately, it was a blessing in disguise that he survived for a few days and his legacy was not interrupted.
Wen Yao studied very seriously and was very hungry. After seven days, he basically finished the book "Korean Art of War".
Yuan Rui is even jealous, Yaoyao is so capable, he is so stressed.
In the morning, the two went to find Han Linyuan again. Wen Yao noticed something was wrong when they entered the door. She pulled Yuan Rui and said with a sad face: "Master is gone."
"What?"
The deceased had an aura, a unique smell, which the doctor could smell. Wen Yao also noticed that Han Linyuan's vitality had been decreasing, and she was mentally prepared, but when she really faced it, she was still heartbroken.
Yuan Rui walked to the bedside. Han Linyuan had his eyes closed as usual and his face was kind, but his face was stiff and he had long since lost his breath.
"Come here, Master Fuchen has passed away."
This time he really passed away.
Han Linyuan's close disciples put him into the coffin and chanted sutras louder. Wen Yao and Yuan Rui knelt aside to see the master off for the last time.
These days, people kept coming to see Han Linyuan off, including civil and military officials, literati, and countless ordinary people. The road to the Jokhang Temple was blocked by people.
The new host is Han Linyuan's disciple, Master Guangqing. He personally receives the guests and the whole temple prepares for the funeral in an orderly manner.
As soon as Wen Yao and Yuan Rui knelt down, uninvited guests came, namely King Xuan and Chen Songyuan, a few scoundrels.
Yuan Rui stared at him coldly, his hand holding the paper money trembled, and he wanted to beat him.
Wen Yao comforted him and said: "Don't be like a dog. Let the master go in peace. If you argue with him, you will give him face. Is he worthy?"
Yuan Rui was relieved, that's right, such a stupid thing really doesn't deserve it!
King Xuan's men pretended to burn incense, squeezed out a few drops of mouse tears, and started to find trouble, "Yuan Rui, Hengyu, who are you presiding over? Why are you being a filial son and grandson here? Don't forget you.
He is a royal heir!"
Yuan Rui said: "The master accepted me as a lay disciple before his death. Isn't it reasonable and legal for a disciple to bury his master? Your Highness, King Xuan, the deceased is the most important one. Aren't you afraid of offending the public by making noise in the master's mourning hall?"
King Xuan looked ugly, and he actually became a lay disciple. Didn't Yuan Rui inherit Han Linyuan's reputation in the lay family?
Fortunately, Han Linyuan only had an empty reputation now, otherwise his father would not have spared him.
Chen Songyuan has been looking at Han Linyuan's coffin with an inquiring look on his face, "After the master presiding has left, we haven't paid our respects to his body yet. I wonder if we can pay our respects?"
King Xuan laughed: "Yes, I haven't paid homage to the master in disguise yet. It's really a pity. I have to pay my respects to him. Someone, please open the coffin and let me take a look."
Yuan Rui was furious, this was blasphemy against the master.
Wen Yao smiled, took his hand and said, "Okay, Master Guangqing, please come and do it."
Master Guangqing was also very angry. He didn't expect that King Xuan's character was so despicable!
Wen Yao was chosen by the master and was a man of great wisdom. Guangqing respected Wen Yao very much and walked over and sat down cross-legged: "Miss Wen, what are your orders?"
Wen Yao whispered in his ear for a while, Master Guangqing kept nodding, and a smile appeared on his serious old face: "I understand, poor monk."
Master Guangqing walked to King Xuan and said: "Your Highness, it is not impossible to pay homage to the master in disguise, but now there are many people and busy things, and the temple has no time to take care of it. It is better to have a poor monk arrange it for the prince at noon."
"Okay, I will definitely give Master face and obey Master's arrangements."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. There is a side room in the backyard for vegetarian food. Your Majesty and the young masters will go and rest for a while."
King Xuan and Chen Songyuan went to the backyard. The monks retreated. King Xuan asked him: "Why did you think of visiting that old monk? Isn't he dead?"
Chen Songyuan smiled sinisterly: "No matter whether he is dead or not, it is always right to take a look. Firstly, it will disgust Yuan Rui, and secondly, it will let the emperor see the prince's loyalty.
Han Linyuan is dead, but he won't let the emperor have an easy time. If we disgust the temple, the emperor won't be very happy!"
King Xuan smiled: "That's right, who would have thought that the Liang family would die if such an old guy showed up."
"The Liang family has great fortune, but even if they can save their lives, it will be extremely difficult to regain the favor of the saint."
The emperor was forced to let go of the Liang family, and he was suffocating in his heart. King Xuan shared the emperor's worries. If the emperor was happy, he would definitely be rewarded.
"You still have something you can do. Yes, let's humiliate that old guy this afternoon."
Soon, after noon, Suzhai had used it, and the two of them were invited over by the host. At this time, the number of guests was reduced. As long as some common people came to offer incense, they kowtowed from a distance, put down the incense candles and incense money, and left without coming in to disturb them.
"Your Highness Prince Xuan, Master Chen, please."
Wen Yao and Yuan Rui were not there. They went to rest for a while and then came back to watch in the evening.
The two men stepped forward, and Master Guangqing ordered: "Open the coffin!"
At this time, the coffin had not been nailed shut. The lid was just closed and opened with a push. He extended his hand to invite them to come over and take a look.
The two of them said they wanted to humiliate the master's body, but when they actually faced it, they were still scared in their hearts. They had no choice but to shoot. They approached tremblingly, and gradually saw Han Linyuan's peaceful and old face.
The forehead was stitched neatly, and some powder was applied. It looked just like before he was alive. He was definitely Han Linyuan himself. King Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to turn around, he suddenly saw Han Linyuan suddenly opening his eyes and staring angrily.
Holding him, he was so frightened that he fell down.
His feet were lifted by someone and he fell directly into the coffin.
"His Royal Highness King Xuan..."
Chen Songyuan went to rescue him, but he followed him in. At this moment, the lid of the coffin closed, and the inside of the coffin instantly became dark.
"What do you want to do? Open it quickly and let me out. Do you dare to murder the prince?"