Transmigrated into the prince's only daughter, and beat up the dignitaries in the capital with

"Eh?"

Tuanzi looked down at the Buddhist beads on her hand. The beads were made of fourteen bodhi seeds, and they still had a warm feeling left by long-term wearing.

At this time, Jiang An still didn't know the meaning of these fourteen bodhi seeds...

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva shares the same compassion and aspirations as all sentient beings in the ten directions, three times, and six realms, enabling them to obtain fourteen kinds of fearless merits.

She wanted to say that the book was not hers, and if the old monk wanted to give something away, he should give it to the old master.

But the parade had not yet ended, and the sound of sutras was ringing in my ears. Now was obviously not a good time to talk.

On the second floor, Meng Buren's eyes were vicious. If it wasn't the wrong occasion, he really wanted to fly directly to the street and kill this old bald donkey!

Hu Yan's face was not looking good either, his fox eyes were shining coldly, he turned his head and whispered to the people around him: "He is now the national teacher, don't act rashly!"

Meng Bu Ren raised his red eyes in anger, and said in an icy voice, "He is wearing a monk's robe, but his hands are stained with human blood. Is he worthy of being the national teacher?"

"The blind dog king..."

"Meng Buren, be silent!"

Hu Yan squeezed the fan tightly and suppressed his cough. "You can say these things in front of me, but you are not allowed to mention them in front of An An!"

"…understood."

Jiang An, completely unaware, followed the parade all the way to Songhu Villa in the north of the city.

Because envoys from several countries are here, many patrolling black-armored soldiers are stationed outside the villa to prevent any emergencies.

The parade ended here. The students straightened their robes and walked into the villa with their heads held high.

The abbot and the old master were talking with the old monk.

Old Master: "The Imperial Master is not in Kyoto, why did he come to Chongzhou?"

Jiang An raised his little head, Imperial Master?

"I have been practicing all the way here, and happened to encounter students parading in the streets..."

The dean was an old man who looked very serious. He leaned to one side and said, "In this case, why don't you go to the other garden to rest for a while? It will also add some excitement to this parade."

The old monk did not agree, but joked, "I observed the celestial phenomena last night. If I enter this garden, I am afraid I will not be able to get out."

He said it was a joke, but the listeners were moved. Everyone in Nanshang knew that the state teacher never lied!

The abbot did not insist any more, "In that case, then forget it."

He bowed to the old master and was about to say goodbye to the old monk.

"Little donor..."

Jiang An stopped with his short legs and tilted his head.

What, is she involved in this?

Tuanzi Banban stood upright with his round eyes wide open, "Is there anything else, Imperial Master?"

The old monk leaned down, tilting the Zen stick in his hand, and said, "Little donor, there is no need to call me the national teacher. It is all false..."

Jiang An wrinkled his round face, and he couldn't accept the old monk's words that color is emptiness and emptiness is color.

She moved her feet slightly, pretending to leave, and raised her voice, "If the Imperial Master is okay, An An will leave!"

The old monk smiled and took out a golden bag from his sleeve. "I have a connection with you, little donor. I will give you this life."

Although he didn't know what the magic bag was for, he still took it with both hands and bent down obediently.

"Thank you~"

The Imperial Master seemed to have resolved a matter, and there was a little more relief in his eyes. Before leaving, he looked at Tuanzi's face.

"Amitabha, I hope you can find your destiny soon."

Jiang An clicked his head, looked at the monk's figure going away, and pulled the old master's sleeve, "Master, has the national master always been like this?"

Are you talking nonsense?

The old man blew his nose. He never believed in these things. Besides, the idea of ​​encountering something through cultivation was all nonsense.

meet by chance

How could he easily take out the fortune-telling of his elementary school student when they met by chance?

The old man led Jiang An by the hand, and their shadows, one tall and one short, stretched out on the ground.

"Don't worry about him..."

"My fate is in my own hands. If he could predict everything, why didn't he contribute to the disaster in the South?"

The dean looked at his colleague helplessly and pointed a finger at him, "Be careful with your words!"

The old man raised his head, picked up the four-year-old Tuanzi with his old bones and walked quickly.

This looks a bit like Jiang Si Sui...

……

At this time, in the northern suburbs,

"Old bald donkey!"

Meng Buren put his sword to the ground, blocking the way of the national teacher. His gloomy eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"How dare you step into Chongzhou!"

After saying this, he rushed towards the Imperial Master with his saber in hand. The tip of the saber made a buzzing sound as it collided with the air.

"Hey... why do you need to do this, benefactor..."

The old monk did not shy away, but looked like he was ready to be slaughtered.

Meng Bu Ren was so angry that he almost laughed. Why?

Why bother!

He chopped down with his knife, and the knife was so fast that only an afterimage was left, but the old monk simply dodged it by moving his body.

The long sword was embedded in the ground for several inches. Meng could not bear to let go of the hilt. He clenched his fist and ran straight to the front of the national teacher. At the same time, he kicked the hilt with his foot.

The knife broke out of the ground.

The Imperial Master turned his head to dodge Meng Bushen's punch, but he didn't expect that his hand changed direction and grabbed the cassock he was wearing.

"You have blood on your hands, and you still have the nerve to wear this monk's robe!"

"Tell me, why are you approaching An An!"

The knife in his hand slashed towards the national teacher again, but was stopped by the man in black who suddenly jumped out.

The man held Meng Buren's knife with only two fingers, and looked at him with eyes that were free of any emotion.

The voice was indifferent, "The master said that the bald donkey cannot be killed."

It’s Jiang Jiu who is beside the prince.

Meng Bushen's chest rose and fell violently. He suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and put away the knife in his hand.

Jiang Jiu put his hands behind his back and continued to convey Jiang Jichen's words.

"The master also said,"

"Don't you dare come near the young master, bald donkey, or I'll burn down your Huguo Temple and smash your golden Buddha statue!"

The Imperial Master held the Zen staff in his hand, without even getting his clothes dirty.

"I am only here to deliver my mission, I will not harm her."

Jiang Jiu said coldly, "My master told me to tell you that his daughter doesn't need a fortune-teller, he will protect her for the rest of her life."

The Imperial Master seemed to be speaking, but Jiang Jiu gave him a cold look. His hands were ready to move, and the short blade loomed in his palm.

"Master, you have nothing to say next."

So, you better shut up too.

Finally, Jiang Jiu stood there and watched (mandatory version) the national teacher leave the territory of Chongzhou Prefecture, and then forced Meng Buhen back to the villa.

At this time, in the villa, on the second floor of the attic, Jiang Jichen was in the main seat, looking calm and composed. His pair of narrow eyes with a murderous look in them prevented anyone from trying to get close to him.

Even the eldest prince of Shang State, Su Youqi, whom he had met the day before, only saluted from a distance.

The luxurious hall was filled with noble families accompanying the envoys from various countries. Opposite them were scholars and students from Nan Shang University.

Among them, four-year-old Jiang An also sneaked in under the arrangement of the old master.

Li Xingsang knelt beside her and quietly explained the rules to Tuanzi, who was attending for the first time.

Jiang An seemed to understand, and he grabbed the small hammer on the table and the bell hanging beside it with his fat claws.

"So, if you want to answer the question, you have to tap this?"

Li Xingsang: “Yes!”

Jiang An: "What if I don't know how to do it, but I knock on it?"

Li Xingsang: "...There will be no punishment if you ring the bell and answer incorrectly. This rule was not included in the rules in previous years..."

Jiang An: “Ah~”