The boss traveled through time in the end times: The prince was beaten by the princess again

As night fell, Lin Qingwan and Xia He arrived at Ganlu Temple before dark.

The temple is located on the west side of Nanshan Mountain, with its back against the mountain and surrounded by lush jungle. However, many dignitaries still come here to pray to the gods and Buddhas, and there is an endless stream of people who come to fulfill their wishes. At this moment, the mountain is terribly quiet, with only the sound of chanting from the temple spreading around, which has dissipated a lot of the negative energy on the mountain. The sound reaches the ears, making people feel a lot more at ease.

The sound of the carriage was a little loud on the road, scaring away the small animals on the roadside. They flashed through the grass and disappeared.

"Miss, Ganlu Temple is ahead. We are finally here. It's getting dark now. It's scary!" Xia He finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Ganlu Temple. She was not afraid of the darkness of the forest. She had been in the vast mountains for such a long time, so she was not afraid of the dark. She just said it jokingly because she thought the road was too far.

Lin Qingwan curled her lips slightly and scolded with a smile: "You girl? Are you still afraid of the dark? Well, now that we are here, let's go in."

Xia He stopped the carriage, walked up the steps with Lin Qingwan, and knocked on the temple door. After a long time, a little monk opened the door. The door was only a crack open, and the little monk stuck his head out. His naked head glowed even in the dark.

"Two donors, do you want to burn incense?" the little monk asked familiarly. Many people who come here are here to burn incense. The dignitaries in the capital have to travel a long way, and it will be dark when they arrive here. There is a special place for people to rest in the temple. The little monk receives many such people every day.

"Yes, little donor, we are here to burn incense, but it was already dark when we arrived. Can we stay here for one night and go to burn incense tomorrow morning?" Lin Qingwan said to the shiny-headed little monk.

"Of course, please go in first, I'll drive the carriage to the side yard, please wait for me for a moment. I'll be right there."

After saying this, the little monk went down the stairs and drove the carriage. Judging from his skillful movements, he seemed to have received many guests.

After a while, the little monk came running over, closed the temple door, and took the two of them to the west side of the temple, which was a place for guests to rest.

"My dear little donor, are there many people coming to burn incense today?" Lin Qingwan deliberately struck up a conversation, trying to find out some information.

"Not many. Two ladies just came before you and went to rest. Then a few people came during the day, and no one else is here. People who live nearby will rush back home overnight and will not stay overnight in the temple." The little monk scratched the scar on his head and led the way.

"Then, did the people who came here before often come to the temple to burn incense?" Lin Qingwan asked again pretending to be casual.

"I know those two people. They are the wife and daughter of General Lin. They come here twice a month to burn incense. Every time they come to burn incense, they just look for Uncle Pukong to answer their questions!" The monk answered casually.

"Pukon?"

"Yes, Uncle Pukong is the third disciple of the abbot. He has the highest cultivation level among all of them, but he is too obsessed with it. The abbot always says that it is not a good thing for him to attach too much importance to cultivation! The state of mind must also keep up, so as not to go astray." The young monk scratched his head, not quite understanding what the abbot said.

"Hey, why am I telling you all this? My two benefactors, your rooms are in front. Please go there by yourselves. I still have to guard the gate. I'll be leaving first." The young monk bowed politely and turned to leave.

Lin Qingwan and Xia He looked at the little monk's back as he left and pondered for a long time.

Then the two of them entered the room. Lin Qingwan threw out the talisman and arranged a simple formation, isolating the sound and breath in the room, making it difficult for outsiders to eavesdrop on their conversation.

After arranging all this, Xia He said, "Miss, that little monk's strength is above mine. It seems that Ganlu Temple is really not simple."

"Yes, we still don't know which room Lin Qingshuang is in, but we learned from the little monk that Master Pukong is a big suspect." Lin Qingwan sat on the table, tapping her fingers lightly.

"Xia He, this temple is full of experts. You stay in your room tonight. I'll go out and get some information."

"Miss, how come..."

"Stop talking, it's settled!" Xia He was worried about Lin Qingwan's safety and wanted to stop her, but she was stopped by Lin Qingwan halfway through her words.

Xia He could only advise: "Well, Miss, be careful. Don't be impulsive!"

"I know. Be careful at night! Take a rest now." Lin Qingwan said and then she lay down on the bed and fell asleep. Xia He also fell asleep.

It was late at night when the door of Ganlu Temple was knocked again. The little monk stuck his head out again, and when he saw the person coming, he jumped out of the door happily: "Brother Ran, you are here! I missed you so much, and the abbot and master missed you too!" As he said that, he jumped in front of Jun Mo Ran and hugged his waist.

"Haha, our little donor Mingjing, how are you doing lately?" Jun Moran rarely smiled.

"Okay, I'm fine. The abbot should not have gone to bed yet. I'll take you to see him." As he said that, he took Jun Moyan's hand and went to the abbot's room.

Ying Yi and others followed behind.

The young monk Mingjing brought Jun Moyan to the room and saw that the light was still on and bursts of coughing sounds could be heard from inside.

The young monk frowned slightly: "Recently, the abbot's health has been getting worse and worse. I'm really worried about him... Brother Ran, go and persuade him to get more rest and stop staying up late like this."

"I will! Go ahead and do your work. I'll go in and talk for a while!" Jun Moran sent Ming Jing away and went outside. Before he could knock on the door, Ku Chan's weak voice came from inside: "It's you, come in."

Jun Moyan sighed and pushed the door open. He saw the abbot sitting on the futon beside the bed, holding a Buddhist rosary in his hand, sitting there quietly. When he saw him approaching, he raised his head again.

"Old monk, you are still the same. You don't take care of your body. You should take more care of yourself when you are older!" Jun Moyan naturally sat down cross-legged and sat opposite Master Ku Chan.

The master raised his head slightly, looked at Jun Moyan, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse: "Well, good, you won't die young!" As he spoke, he did not forget to touch his beard with his other hand.

"Are you going to curse me, old monk? I am fine now and I won't die for the time being!"

"Are you here today to see an old man like me?"

"You think too much, I'm here for one person!"

"Oh? Your Highness the War King, there is someone you care about too?"

"......" Jun Moyan was speechless after hearing this. This old monk never missed any opportunity to ridicule him, and this time was no exception. However, considering that he was his best friend, he didn't bother with him.

"I haven't been here for a long time. I wonder how much the abbot's chess skills have improved. How about playing two games?" Jun Mo Ran looked at this kind old man. Before long, he had white hair, but he couldn't always be with him. This old abbot who had taken care of him since he was a child had taught him a lot of things. He was both a teacher and a friend!

"Okay, I'll play a few games with you. Then he walked to the chessboard by the window."

Jun Moyan also walked to the opposite side, sat down, and was the first to play with the black pieces in his hand.

The old monk smiled and shook his head, without saying much, he picked up the white piece and placed it on the chessboard. The two of them moved back and forth, the light swaying, casting their shadows on the window. It was just like the old and the young playing chess together in the past.