high official

Chapter 717
As soon as Mr. Zhuang's words fell, Jin Yiwei lit a stick of incense, and the green smoke curled up. It looked so peaceful, but it contained murderous intentions of framing.

"Understood." Xinci nodded slowly, turned and went into the temple.

The brocade guards all stared at the stick of incense, waiting for it to burn out.

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In the backyard, Wang Xian was still meditating with his eyes closed. He also looked anxiously at the door, and finally saw someone coming.

"Master Xinci!" He also forgot about the usual conflicts, rushed to Xinci, and said anxiously, "Hurry up and persuade my master, he insists on waiting here to die."

Xinci saw Wang Xian sitting cross-legged quietly from outside the door, her eyes glowed with approval, and she said softly: "Junior Brother, Master is here to invite you."

Wang Xian nodded, then slowly got up, followed Xinci to the abbot's courtyard, followed by Yexian with a worried face, holding an iron rod in Yexian's hand, just like Wang Xian's bodyguard .

"Go in." Arriving outside the abbot's room, Xin Ci stopped, reassuring Wang Xian, but stopped him from outside first.

He had no choice but to make a grimace at Chao Xinci, and stood guard at the door of the abbot's room with him on the left and right, like two door gods.

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In the abbot's room, Dao Yan was still sitting withered in that half-dead state.

Wang Xian didn't speak, he saluted Daoyan like a rite, and sat on the futon opposite.

"Stop pretending." Dao Yan raised his wrinkled eyelids, and his dim yellow eyes radiated a piercing gaze: "Otherwise, let's continue to sit down, anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

"Hey..." Wang Xian finally couldn't help but said: "I would like to obey the teacher's order." It means, this is what you asked me to say, so it doesn't count as my breaking the precept!

"Unexpectedly, you still have some concentration," Dao Yan said lightly: "I thought you would be scared away."

"In fact, I don't have much concentration, I just admit death." Wang Xian said with a smile: "I believe that the master will not ignore me."

"Haven't you heard people say that I am the first-class ruthless person in the world?" Dao Yan laughed.

"The so-called extreme will be reversed, and the extreme of ruthlessness will give birth to affection." Wang Xian said with a smile: "And I don't care what others say, I only believe in my own feelings. Master is really affectionate to me."

"I think you're being passionate." Dao Yan snorted coldly.

"Hey." Wang Xian stroked his hairy head, smiled and said nothing.

"You're lucky." Dao Yan rolled his eyes at him, and the domineering aura hidden under the monk's robe suddenly filled the corners of the entire meditation room: "I ran into a traitor who came to kick me!" Said Looking at those pair of triangular eyes, there was a fierce look in his eyes and he said: "I really can't think of it. If I don't provoke others in my life, others will burn incense. When I am old, someone dares to provoke me!"

"That's right!" Wang Xian hurriedly fanned the flames: "The tiger doesn't show its power, it thinks it's a sick cat!"

"Shut up!" Dao Yan scolded: "It's not all because of you who caused trouble!"

"Master is my disciple's great backer." Wang Xian said with a smile, "I have nowhere to go, so I can only count on you."

"Fart." Dao Yan unceremoniously exposed him and said, "On your own, you can even fight with them!"

"But what Tuer wants is not equal shares," Wang Xian suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "It's victory!"

"These words are too level-headed. How can any warrior win the game?" Dao Yan shook his head.

"As long as the master makes a move, he will win!" Wang Xian reacted after speaking, overjoyed: "So, the master is willing to help?"

"Why are you so sure that I will help the prince?" Dao Yan was a little curious.

"Master's willingness to accept me as an apprentice is a clear proof!" Wang Xian patted his chest.

"Uh..." Dao Yan thought about it, shook his head and laughed, "I'm really old, I let you see through it."

"Master, don't be emotional." Wang Xian took off the mask of the presence of the old god, and hurriedly urged. "The fire is going to the roof!"

"What are you panicking! The sky won't fall!" Dao Yan said domineeringly.

"Master is really a man." Wang Xian stared at the stars and said, "Idol!"

"You are the puppet." No matter how smart Dao Yan was, he couldn't understand the words used 600 years later, and he gave him a look and said, "Actually, I didn't want to interfere this time, but since people bullied me to the door, I will pretend again." Grandson, you really have become a grandson." Dao Yan's aura of Zi Fang's out-of-this-world fading suddenly subsided, and was replaced by the domineering aura of killing the wolf in the past: "This time it is also the King of Han and Ji Gang's death. Originally, the emperor needed someone to check and balance the prince. That's why they kept the two of them forever. As a result, the two idiots thought that the emperor was weak and deceitful, so they made an inch of it! Little did they know, the emperor had already drawn a red line for them, within the red line, let them toss and cross the red line, they had no choice but to die One!"

"So, does the emperor really have arrangements?" Wang Xian's expression lifted, and the hairs all over his body became agitated.

"They have been tossing for so long, do you think the emperor can't notice?" Dao Yan sneered: "If that's the case, he doesn't deserve to be called Emperor Yongle!"

"What is the emperor's arrangement?" Wang Xian was so depressed, when is this, so don't be emotional, let's get to the point?
"I don't know." Unexpectedly, the old monk gave such an answer.

"Ah?" Wang Xian opened his mouth wide open.

"Ah, what, it's just a child playing house, the emperor still needs to bother to discuss it with me?" Wang Xian's reaction was very in line with the old monk's bad taste, he said with a disdainful smile: "Let me tell you straight, brat, When the emperor goes to Beijing, he will leave the battlefield empty and let the crown prince compete with the two tigers of the king of Han. Only if the crown prince wins can he be qualified to inherit his throne! Otherwise, you think that the great Ming Dynasty built by the emperor with all his heart and soul will be handed over to the crown prince so easily ?”

"What if the crown prince loses?" Wang Xian is sweaty, if this is the case, the emperor's father is really ruthless.

"Isn't there still a grandson?" The old monk said quietly.

"Uh..." Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, then turned back in time and said: "Why did the master teach me?"

"That's right, it seems that my mood has improved." The old monk nodded approvingly and said, "Listen well, I'll just say three things once!"

"Yes!" Wang Xian immediately restrained his mind and listened with his ears straight.

"First, hurry up and leave the capital with the crown prince." The old monk said lightly: "Second, let the crown prince go to Zhenjiang to join the avant-garde of the government army, and then stick there." After a pause, he looked at Wang Xian and said: "The first Three, you have to arrive in Beijing within three days."

"Huh?" Wang Xian finally got the old monk's tricks, but he was not happy after hearing it. Instead, he had mixed feelings in his heart: "Master, first, my plan is to stick to the capital. The order I received should be to return to the capital. Third, what am I going to do in Beijing at this time?"

"Do you really want to listen to an explanation?" The old monk smiled, and there were already sounds of chaos outside!

"Forget it, I'll listen to you." Wang Xian knew that it was Jin Yiwei who came in, and he was so depressed. You old man babbled nonsense for a long time, but it turned out to be good, and he ran out of time as soon as he got to the point.

At this time, the door of the meditation room opened, not only came in first, but also Xinyan and a group of monks, all the monks were dressed in short clothes, holding a Zen staff weighing forty to fifty catties in their hands, as if they were desperate .

"Let's go." The old monk smiled slightly at the disciples.

"Master..." All the monks knelt down together, weeping uncontrollably.

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Outside Qingshou Temple, a stick of incense finally burned out.The Jin Yiwei didn't see a bald man again, let alone Wang Xian.

"Kill in!" Zhuang Jing suddenly felt a little regretful, he was still puffed up, knowing that Wang Xianyou Daoyan, the most cunning master and apprentice in the world, was there, so why give them time to burn incense.Thinking of this, he kicked the censer away, gritted his teeth and said, "Except for Daoyan, shoot and kill!"

Master Zhuang gave an order, and the Jinyiwei, who had been suffocated for a long time, poured into the temple from all directions like a tide.

However, the Jinyi guards who were like hungry wolves rushed through the courtyard after courtyard, but they didn't see a single living person.

The reason why they emphasized that they didn't see a living person was because they saw a dead person.

To be precise, it was a dead monk.

A young monk was hung on the big bell in the temple, with his tongue sticking out, very ferocious.

Zhuang Jing's pupils couldn't help shrinking when he saw the appearance of the little monk, it was exactly the secret work he had planted in Qingshou Temple!The uneasiness in his heart became stronger...

"Report!" A thousand households ran over and knelt down on one knee to report: "The whole temple has been searched, only an old monk in the abbot's room! There is no one else!"

"How is it possible?" Zhuang Jing was a little mad, obviously just a moment ago, he had confirmed that everyone, including Wang Xian, was in the temple.He suddenly raised his thighs and said: "There must be a secret passage, look for it quickly, and dig three feet to find it!!"

"Yes!" Qianhu took the order and went away. The next moment, the Qingshou Temple was attacked. Countless Jinyi guards stabbed and smashed everywhere with knives and guns, looking for the possible secret path.

Zhuang Jing came outside the abbot's room, he took a deep breath, he still dared not take that step.Master Zhuang couldn't believe it. He had reached this level, and he was still a little afraid of meeting the old monk.

Fortunately, the sound of ping-pong-pong pong all around reminded him that I am the Daozu now, and the old monk is the fish and meat. What else is there to be afraid of?

Only then did he gather his mind, gritted his teeth, and pushed the door open.

Then I saw Dao Yan sitting on the futon, the sun shining on the wrinkled face of the old monk, it felt a little sacred.

It was completely uncontrollable, but Zhuang Jing blurted out: "Master..."

"I thought you didn't dare to come in." The old monk still looked down on everyone, and said with a smile.

This sound brought Zhuang Jing back to his senses, Da Lala sat cross-legged opposite the old monk, and said disdainfully: "I dare to rebel, why don't I dare to see you?"

"You are afraid of me." The old monk said slowly.

"What a joke!" Zhuang Jing pulled out his sword, and the sharp blade rested on the old monk's neck. "I can kill you with a single move, I'm afraid you'll get kicked!"

(End of this chapter)