imperial psychologist

Chapter 571 Another way of saying

Even though he had vaguely guessed before, when he heard the word "Bosi Yao" from Chen Xin's mouth, Bo Ling still felt a chill down his spine for an instant.

Since when did Chen Xin in front of him know her identity, and why did he deliberately take her to Donglin Temple... Bo Ling was a little confused.

The old monk in front of him stretched out his hands to salute Bo Ling, and Bo Ling only reacted at this time, and got up to return the salute to the old monk.

Her throat moved slightly, she looked at the monk, and then at Chen Xin.

Considering that Lan Zhijun's eyeliner might be lurking in a corner she hadn't noticed yet, Bai Ling wanted to ask Chen Xin what he wanted to do, and fell silent again.

The three looked at each other, and the old monk spoke first.

"Little benefactor, sit first." The monk raised his hand, signaling Bo Ling to return to his original position and sit down.

Bo Ling's expression was slightly condensed, and he sat down in his seat again.

"Your Highness is also sitting." The monk turned back and said.

The three just sat down in this small house. Although there were already empty cups and teapots filled with tea on the table for the guests, no one reached out to touch them.

"The old monk's name is Hui Hong," the old monk looked at Bai Ling, and said again, "Hui Shi, who died in the fire at West Keshe four years ago, is my junior brother."

Bai Ling lowered his eyes, and said calmly, "The man has passed away, and the master is mourning."

"...It's difficult." Hui Hong suddenly sighed.

Chen Xin looked at Bai Ling, "Bai Siyao--"

"There is no Bai Siyao here." Bai Ling interrupted in a low voice, she turned her head slightly, "His Royal Highness probably admitted the wrong person, if you have anything to say to that Bai Siyao, don't say anything to that Bai Siyao." I'll tell."

"It doesn't matter." Hui Hong stroked his gray beard, "Someone is listening... just fine."

Bo Ling no longer looked at the two people in front of him, but lowered his eyes and drank tea with his head down.

The old monk Hui Hong over there really started to talk like no one else was there.

"Hui Shi and I grew up together as vagrants when we were young, and later joined the Buddhist school together. The relationship is quite deep. Over the years, I have been stationed in Pingjing, and my junior and senior brothers have traveled all over the world. The good girl has always been devout, the temple has always been prosperous, and there are special treasury banks handed over to wandering monks to do good deeds on weekdays, so we are taking care of each other in this way.

"Four years ago, he returned to Beijing suddenly. He didn't say hello to me before, and he stayed in the West Guest House after he came back... and then there was the fire."

Speaking of this, Hui Hong suddenly paused, he sighed softly, and then said, "The fire was definitely not an accident, but someone set it on fire."

Chen Xin's eyes were burning, "Is there proof for Master's statement?"

"Naturally." Hui Hong said softly, "There are more than a dozen fires in the house. If the candlestick fell and ignited the curtains, it wouldn't be this kind of trace. It could only be arson."

Hui Hong said again, "Rumours arose in the temple at the time, and everyone was very angry... Bai Siyao should know about these things, right?"

Bo Ling remained silent, his face was as usual, without any surprise.

——She knew about this matter four years ago.

She remembered that at that time Donglin Mountain was full of mountain people, all of them came here spontaneously to pay Master Huishi's funeral.

Back then, she met Han Chong outside the door of the West Guest House, and talked to some crying young monks for a while.

Although Bo Ling didn't say anything, Master Huihong didn't look embarrassed at all.

He sighed, "I had been waiting for the government to apprehend the real culprit, but then...the palace came with a decree."

Hearing the word "will", Bai Ling's eyes flickered slightly.

In the whole world, there is only one person who can issue the "will".

In the 45th year of Jianxi, this person was Emperor Jianxi.

"The people in the palace came in one night. There were two groups coming up from the mountain road." Hui Hong said softly, "One group was the father-in-law in the palace. I, the father-in-law, with a pleasant face and gentle words, told us that the Holy Majesty is also concerned about the fire in Donglin Temple.

"The other group is Jin Yiwei.

"When Eunuch Huang saw us, they tore down all the ruins of the West Guest House. According to the rules of the temple, the relics of Junior Brother Huishi were supposed to be enshrined on the nine-story pagoda in the temple...but that night, The corpses that had been burned to charcoal were also taken away by the Jin Yiwei.

"The monument erected behind Donglin Mountain is actually the tomb of junior brother. Where is his body buried now, and whether he was buried... We don't know."

Bo Ling's hand holding the cup froze there, and did not lift it up for a long time.

These words are completely different from what Bai Ling heard from Xu Yun, the host of Donglin Temple.

Hui Hong said again, "Everyone weighed the importance of this matter, and no one mentioned it after that. Even if some outsiders still think that Hui Shi's death was not accidental, they probably wouldn't suspect that going to the palace, after all, he He has been traveling abroad for these years, and it is unknown where he has forged any secret vendettas.

"Furthermore, the world is impermanent," Hui Hong lowered his voice. "It doesn't mean that a person who accumulates good deeds will live a long life. Karma, fate, and retribution in the world are intricate...and it's not something ordinary people can judge arbitrarily."

Chen Xin frowned, "Did Master Huishi leave any clues before? He returned to Beijing suddenly for no reason, and he must have a purpose."

Hui Hong shook his head, "He just gave me a string of green sandalwood beads and a set of speaking skills, and asked me to transfer the beads to Shen Jichuan, General Shen, who was in Beijing at the time."

Bai Ling's eyelashes trembled again - she had heard the deputy general of the general's mansion talk about the string of beads before.

"I didn't intend to say these words to anyone." Hui Hong sighed again, "It's just that time is running out, and I often see my junior in my dreams. A few days ago, His Highness happened to be visiting... I think it's probably the same. Chance."

Only then did Bai Ling look sideways, "What's wrong, Master?"

Just as Hui Hong was about to speak, he shook his head again, "Forget it, let's not mention these..."

……

After Hui Hong left, the maid guards squatting outside entered the house again, and they replaced the house with new hot water.

Bo Ling sat in his seat without saying a word.

Chen Xin was sitting opposite, as if he had been waiting for Bo Ling to speak, but Bo Ling sat there quietly, suddenly reached out to pick up the chopsticks, and gently bumped the ends of the chopsticks on the table.

She picked up a piece of green bitter gourd and put it in her mouth to chew.

"Master Huihong is seriously ill," Chen Xin said again, "My father and him were old friends. If it weren't for this relationship, I am afraid that Master Huihong would not have supported me when I came the day before yesterday. Bai Siyao— —”

"Your Highness, don't you want to try this vegetarian dish?" Bai Ling raised his eyes and asked, "The half-cooked melons in Donglin Temple have a lot of history."

(End of this chapter)