The Path Toward Heaven

The snow in the prince's mansion was getting thicker and thicker, the chill in the study was getting thicker and thicker, and the formation seemed to have lost its effect.

I don't know how long it took, Prince Jing Xin spoke again, his voice was a little cold, and said: I really don't know what to do to satisfy the emperor.

Liang Taifu said: As it is now, it is best to do nothing.

Jing Xin glanced at him, hesitated to speak.

He understood what the Taifu meant, and if he didn't do anything, he wouldn't do anything wrong, so his father had no reason to drive him out of Chaoge City.

With the support of the Zhongzhou faction and Yimao Zhai, it is naturally equivalent to the support of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. No matter how powerful the father is, he still needs to rely on a hundred officials to rule the country. He must always consider their attitudes, and even more so, the opinions of the world.

But now after receiving this letter from Bulao Lin, can he still do this?

Taifu Liang said: This matter cannot be concealed. His Highness wrote a letter in person, writing down all the details before and after this matter, and then please send a letter to Yunmeng Mountain to the immortal master.

There was a look of determination in Jing Xin's eyes, and he said, That's all we need to do, but this letter must be delivered to Master Bai himself.

Taifu Liang said: The other thing is that this matter must not be known to Zhaili.

Jing Xin got up and bowed to Master Liang, and said, I can only trouble you here, sir.

Taifu Liang said: I will communicate with Mr. Bu privately.

He had studied in Yimao Zhai for many years, and had friendship with the current Zhai Master Bu Qiuxiao, but he didn't have the confidence to convince the other party.

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In the blink of an eye, another two years passed, and Chaoge City ushered in another spring.

The fat shopkeeper reappeared in the prince's mansion, and seemed to have become a little fatter. I don't know how a person like him can be relieved.

This time he directly gave Bulaolin's condition: Please help us send someone to Taichang Temple, Your Highness.

Hearing this sentence, Mrs. Liang's eyes became a little cold, and he said: Back then you tried to enter Taichang Temple, which aroused the wrath of the orthodox sect, which led to the destruction of Yuntai. Do you think I might agree to your request?

This time is not that time, and if the Taifu is not at ease, he can use restraint.

The fat man smiled and said, We just want to send a letter to someone inside, nothing else will be done.

Taifu Liang was silent for a moment, and asked, That's all?

The fat man said, That's all.

Taifu Liang looked into his eyes and said, You should be very clear about the fate of the messenger.

The fat man said, The sender knows it very well.

Liang Taifu said: You are also a messenger, so are you ready to die?

The fat man showed no fear, and said with a smile, The letter paper can be turned over to write on one side, so it doesn't have to be torn off on the spot.

Mrs. Liang also laughed, and said: It's such a big deal, what's the point of wasting some letter paper, after you go back, you will definitely end up being torn up.

The fat man thought for a while and said, Maybe so.

Liang Taifu took a step forward, got closer to him, and said, Are you willing?

Twenty years ago, I was seriously ill, there was no cure, Yunmeng was hard to find, Mo Qiu was far away, and I was about to die. The elixir was bestowed on me to survive.

The fat man said: These years, my family and I have lived a very good life. Even if I die now, I still earn money. Why can't I be reconciled?

Liang Taifu said: I can make your life better.

The fat man smiled and said, If you believe in something, you must have the self-consciousness to believe it. Let me go.

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It has been almost three years since Lu Ming left Chaoge City, whether to return to the court to serve as an official or to take refuge in Qingshan, still has no conclusion.

Lu Guogong was holding a tea bowl, sitting in the house, looking at the spring scenery outside the window, occasionally thinking about his son's recent situation, and more often thinking about that matter.

Everything in Taichang Temple was as usual, every few days there would be prisoners in a car covered with black cloth, going to that dark place.

To this day, no one has been able to escape from Demon Town Prison, not even a corpse has been sent out.

What is Jing Jiu's situation now?

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The second prince, Jing Yao, is two years older.

The content of Gu Qingjiao also extended from reading to practice.

It's just that Jing Yao is of the blood of the emperor and the inheritance of the fox demon, so it is much more troublesome to practice than he expected.

Lu Qing was a little uncertain, so he went to ask Concubine Hu Gui, but he didn't expect Concubine Hu Guifei to know nothing about it.

Concubine Hu Guifei's Taoism is not shallow, the problem is that it is all natural Taoism.

Before Zenzi enlightened her, she was extremely ignorant and ignorant. If it wasn't for Zhugui Zhujie's helper, she would have died long ago. How would she know how the fox demon should practice.

Seeing the embarrassment of Concubine Hu Gui, Gu Qing sighed silently, thinking that he let Xiao He learn from her back then, he really didn't know what he was thinking.

He suddenly had an idea, and sent the letter he was going to write to Shenmofeng asking for help from his aunt to Guocheng Temple through the Gu family's secret channel.

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In Guocheng Temple, Liu Shisui was a little surprised when he received Gu Qing's letter, but also a little happy, and handed it to Xiao He after reading it. After reading the letter, Xiao He was very angry, and said: He is the Pope's son in Chaoge City, and the scenery is endless, but we are growing vegetables in the Monk's Temple, and he still needs our help. Then who will get the credit?

Liu Shisui knew that she just stayed here too long and was bored, so he complained casually, smiled and left the room.

Sure enough, after Xiao He finished complaining, she still took out a new stationery and began to answer Lu Qing's questions.

She could see very clearly that no matter what Liu Shisui's future would be, Shenmo Peak should belong to Gu Qing.

Liu Shisui left the vegetable garden to help in front of the temple.

He only found out in the winter two years ago that many patients from all over the Chaotian Continent would come to Moqiu to seek treatment from the monks of Guocheng Temple.

The number of monks in Guocheng Temple is limited, so it is naturally very hard work, basically no rest.

Sad to say, many patients often died before they had time to see the yellow wall of Guocheng Temple.

It has become an idiom in the world that Mo Qiu died as a guest.

Fortunately, in addition to the medical monks, there are also many monks who are good at practicing rituals in Guocheng Temple.

Those who died were able to hear at least one part of the sutra on the way to leave.

The monks in the law hall do not cure illnesses, nor practice rituals, but only explain the scriptures and uphold the laws.

To put it another way, the monks here only do learning and practice supernatural powers to protect the Dharma, so their status in Guocheng Temple is naturally very high, and no one disturbs them.

Yin San likes this kind of quietness very much. It has been a few years since Patriarch Xuanyin came out of the ground, and he still feels a little lonely.

So he would go to the kitchen of the front temple to eat every morning, and listen to the fat monk arguing with others by the way.

For several years, he has been familiar with that fat monk.

One morning, he unobtrusively handed the fat monk a paper bag.

The fat monk opened the paper bag and found that it was a deliciously roasted dog leg. His saliva was almost drooling, and he thanked him repeatedly.

I'm best at doglegs.

The ancestor smiled and patted him on the shoulder, turned and left.