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Shen Yutang was impatient to hear him say this, and leaned on the couch and teased:

"Don't you think that you are meddling too much, Master Abbot? Since something is going on in the temple, I will not keep you here any longer. Please leave."

After saying this, he gently closed his eyes and no longer looked at Yu Fan.

Typical out of sight, out of mind.

Yu Fan saw that Yu Lian's tone in the letter was anxious, asking him to return quickly. He was really worried that he had delayed something, so he stood up and looked at him deeply, then said thoughtfully:

"Blood Demonic Art is heart-breaking. The higher you practice, the greater the damage to yourself. I hope the leader will turn back as soon as possible."

After saying that, he said take care and left.

As the footsteps faded away, Shen Yutang finally opened his eyes, looked at the quiet room for a while, and sneered sarcastically:

"Who do you think I am to mind my business?"

After saying this, she raised her sleeves to cover her eyes, and the silvery-white gauze was soaked, which was particularly obvious in the pouring sunlight.

Yu Lian's letter said it was extremely urgent, so Yu Fan did not dare to delay. He went down the cliff and specifically told Yun Qianhe to take care of Shen Yutang's health, then rode his horse fast and rushed back to Huangjue Temple without stopping.

When they got close to the temple gate, Yu Lian was already waiting there. When he saw Yu Fan dismount, he immediately bowed and said:

"Uncle Master, you are finally back. Someone is coming from the palace."

In the palace, the imperial palace?

Yu Fan was slightly startled, but he remained calm, brushed his sleeves, and said coldly:

"Got it, take me to change clothes and meet the distinguished guest"

This was the second time Yu Fan put on the cassock after the abbot ceremony. The snow-white monk's robe was matched with a red cassock decorated with tiny gemstones. It sparkled brightly under the Buddha's light in the temple, and was so luxurious that it made him look even more spotless, like an immortal Buddha.

When Yu Fan walked into the Xiongluan Palace, the two people wearing the attire of first-rank officials waiting there looked at him excitedly and knelt down to kowtow:

"Your Highness, I, the Prime Minister Yu An, and your Highness, the General Feng Yuan, pay my respects to His Majesty."

Emperor?

Before Yu Fan could ask, a child of about six or seven years old walked out from behind the two men. He was round, tender and cute, as delicate as a glutinous rice dumpling.

She called out to him in a soft voice: "Uncle Emperor"

Imperial uncle?

Yu Fan sat cross-legged on the futon on the bed beside the palace wall. He glanced at Feng Yuan, who had a resolute look in front of him, raised his hand and said:

"Amitabha, General, do you mean that the Emperor has entrusted the prince to me?"

Feng Yuan was a good fighter, but he was not good at speaking, so he could only look to Yu An for help. Prime Minister Yu An was a 50-year-old man with a serious look. He bowed and said respectfully:

"Your Highness, I understand that it was a bit sudden for the late emperor to entrust His Majesty with the care of the young prince upon hearing his background. However, the political situation is unstable now. The late emperor's last words were to ask Your Highness to spare the little prince's life for the sake of our common ancestry."

No wonder the master said in the letter that his life story was of great significance and that he would be enlightened when the time came.

Yufan was originally the youngest son of the founding emperor of Beichen. On the day of his birth, the then imperial teacher, the abbot of Huangjue Temple, Yu Cheng, predicted that he was the reincarnation of Buddha and had a deep affinity with Buddhism. The war was intense at the time, and there were strange phenomena everywhere when he was born, so his father agreed.

Later, the founding emperor died in battle, and his younger brother, who was the father of the little prince, inherited the throne.

This little prince Jin Xing Chengsuanlai was his nephew. Looking at the child who was playing obediently with a wooden fish in the distance, Yu Fan's eyes were misty and deep, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Yu An didn't understand what Yu Fan was thinking, so he knelt down and kowtowed:

"Your Majesty, the eldest prince is bloodthirsty and violent, and he is a tyrant who is greedy for power. The youngest prince is the biggest threat to his succession to the throne. When the late emperor was dying two days ago, he specifically instructed us to protect him, otherwise the future of Beichen will be in jeopardy."

As he spoke, he shed tears, his eyes were full of water, and Yu Fan felt uncomfortable seeing it.

General Feng Yuan also knelt down and bowed, saying:

"Your Majesty, the young prince's mother died during childbirth, and now you are his only relative. The late emperor was seriously ill, and there was really no other way, so I beg you to save the prince's life, as the eldest prince is about to take action."

They were already overwhelmed with competing with the eldest prince and had no way to take care of the younger prince, so they had no choice but to ask the emperor, the uncle of the two current princes, to come forward, and there was still room for maneuver.

Yu Fan sighed and waved his palm: "You guys get up first."

Yu An and Feng Yuan felt a strong wind lifting their knees. They both looked at Yu Fan in shock.

I had heard a long time ago that this Buddhist disciple had extraordinary martial arts skills, but because he was young I thought it was all rumors, but I didn't expect it to be true.

The two looked at each other excitedly. If the emperor took action, the little prince would still have a chance of winning.

Yu Fan ignored their admiring looks, waved to the little kid, and said in a low voice:

"come here"

Upon hearing this, Jin Xingcheng obediently put down the wooden fish, stood up and ran over, looking at him with his big grape eyes with a hint of desire to get close but also timidity:

"Uncle, you called me"

Yu Fanlian looked at the child with similar features and eyebrows with compassion, and asked directly:

"Do you want to be emperor?"

Yu An and Feng Yuan didn't expect him to ask this directly. Just as they were about to open their mouths, Yu Fan raised his hand to stop them. Looking at his majestic expression, the two of them didn't dare to say a word for a while.

I wondered how come this Buddhist who grew up in a Buddhist temple has such a strong aura, even less than the late emperor. Could it be that he took after the founding emperor?

It is said that he is an experienced warrior and highly skilled in martial arts with a spear. Without him, there would be no Beichen today. It must be true that a hero's son is also a hero.

He was even more respectful to Yu Fan.

Jin Xingcheng's dark eyes rolled around, and after thinking seriously for a while, he raised his head and said:

"I think my father said that it is the responsibility of the royal children to care for the people and reduce taxes."

Yu Fan shook his head, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand, with encouragement in his eyes:

"No, answer again"

The little prince pouted, lowered his head, and replied after a while: "Yes, Xing Cheng wants to live."

Yu An and Feng Yuan saw that Yu Fan was testing the little prince. After seeing his answer, they thought that there was no hope of getting the emperor to come out of seclusion. Unexpectedly, Yu Fan, who was sitting at the top, actually smiled slowly, like a blooming lotus, which brightened up the whole room.

"Good answer. There is no need to hide anything from the Emperor's uncle. Just be honest with yourself and the Buddha will not abandon you."

Yu An and Feng Yuan were overjoyed, and asked with a hint of nervousness: "What's going on, Your Majesty?"

Yu Fan nodded and gave the order solemnly:

"Leave the little prince with me for the time being. With me here, no one can hurt him. Spread my background and say that I intend to inherit the throne."

Isn't this equivalent to pointing all the spearheads at the emperor? Yu An and Feng Yuan knelt down in emotion:

"Your Majesty, your safety..."

Yu Fan raised his Buddha's hand and said "Amitabha". He touched the head of the little prince who was lying on his lap, knowing that he had done good for him, and said seriously:

"Xing Cheng is Beichen's future. I will escort him all the way to that position. This is the right way and the will of Buddha. You just need to do as I tell you."