I was the emperor in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 322

There is an inconspicuous hill more than ten miles away from the capital.

There is a somewhat dilapidated temple on the hill.

The area of ​​the temple is not large, with three or five wing rooms plus a main hall, it can accommodate at most a dozen people.

This not-so-popular temple is called Jingxin Temple.

You can tell just by the name that this is a private temple.

What is a private temple?

In fact, sometimes rich people spend their own money to build a place for themselves and their families to eat and pray.

Although I usually accept some offerings from the nearby people, but because this place is really sparsely populated, it is simply impossible to maintain it with the sesame oil money of pilgrims.

Therefore, it is still needed every year, and the support of the temple owner can barely support it.

It didn't take long for Dongchang to find out the person who presided over and built the temple.

The host is a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s. He was originally a scholar who went to Beijing to rush for the exam, but he tried several times and failed to pass the exam.

So I couldn't think about it for a while, so I shaved ordained to become a monk and entered the Buddhist sect.

He was originally a monk in a temple in the capital.

Later, one of his fellow countrymen became a high-ranking official and sympathized with his fellow villager, so he paid for the construction of the Jingxin Temple outside the city.

At the beginning, Jingxin Temple was just a clean place for high-ranking officials to chat with their close friends and write poems and poems.

But later, because the high official was transferred from the capital, the place became vacant.

And the host here is very sympathetic to those who are poor and unable to stay in the capital's inn for a long time.

So he opened the door of convenience and gave these scholars as much care as they could.

But it is nothing more than a wing room that provides two meals a day and reads quietly.

And Zhang Qinghuan's father, Zhang Yiliang, was one of the people who received the favor of the host back then.

After Zhang Yiliang became famous and became a court official, he was very grateful for the kindness of the presiding officer.

Not only do I have frequent correspondence with the host, but every year I ask someone to bring some money to help the host and others maintain their livelihoods.

People who have been helped by the host like Zhang Yiliang will basically do the same.

This is also the main reason why a temple with no incense can persist for so many years.

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In the evening of that day, a group of four people knocked on the gate of Jingxin Temple in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The door was opened by a young novice who looked to be at most thirteen or fourteen years old.

He seemed to be very sleepy, and when he saw a few people, he was still breathing.

"Several benefactors, it's already very late, the host and others have already rested, and they want to offer incense, please come back tomorrow!"

These four people, three men and one woman, belonged to Li Tian's group.

In order to facilitate travel, Zhang Qinghuan also changed into men's clothes.

After the little monk finished speaking, he was about to close the door.

Li Tian took out a 100 tael bank note from his cuff with a smile on his face.

"I would like to ask the little master to make it easier for me. I will not know the time when I am on my way. I missed Sutou. There is no one for more than ten miles from here. Could it be that the little master has the heart to let us spend the night in the wilderness!"

The little novice looked young, but he recognized the banknote. He stared at the banknote several times, and finally couldn't help but say,
"My little monk, go and talk to the host. Whether it will be successful or not depends on the host's decision."

Li Tian clasped his hands together, nodded with a smile and said,
"Thank you little master for your accommodation."

The little monk hurried in and ran back after a while.

He said out of breath,
"The host said that being convenient to others is convenient to the Buddha. Please come among the benefactors!"

Li Tian and the others looked at each other with a smile, and followed the little monk into the gate.

Zhang Qinghuan whispered,

"Unexpectedly, this host master, who has been a monk for so many years, still can't resist the temptation of this yellow and white thing!"

Li Tian smiled lightly and said,

"Qing Huan, it's not right for you to say that. The host here is also your father's benefactor and friend. If you say this about this master, are you not afraid that your father will scold you after he finds out?"

Hearing Li Tian mentioned his father, Zhang Qinghuan's face suddenly became a little melancholy, and he changed the subject,
"Your Majesty... Mr. Li, what should we do next? Should we go directly to the host and ask my father if he has mailed him anything important."

Li Tian paused, looked at the situation of the left and right wing rooms, pointed to the room next to the lighted room and said,

"It seems that there are other people staying here, maybe it's a group of thieves, let's not startle the snake for now, let's wait and see what happens."

Zhang Qinghuan was in a state of confusion right now, unable to make up her mind.

So like Jiang Bao and Wang Fu, he nodded and said,
"It's all up to the son to decide!"

Several people were talking when the wing room arranged for them by the temple arrived.

Pushing open the door, the little novice pointed to a row of long bunks inside and said,
"Several benefactors can rest here. Later, I will ask my brother to bring some vegetarian dishes over. The temple is poor. If there is any place where the hospitality is not good, please forgive me."

Li Tian looked this wing room up and down.

There are tables, chairs, benches and so on inside, but apart from these, there is nothing else.

But fortunately, the cleaning is still clean, and there is no peculiar smell.

He said with a smile,

"Going out, how can there be so much attention, everything will be troublesome to the little master."

After several people entered the room, the little novice was about to help them close the door, when he seemed to remember something, he said to them,

"There are several distinguished guests living in the side room. If the benefactors have nothing important to do, please rest in the side room. Don't disturb the quietness of the distinguished guests."

Li Tian's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to ask who the other party was, but Jiang Bao secretly pulled him away.

He knew that Jiang Bao's move must have deep meaning, so he endured it.

"Don't worry, little master, I'm here just to rest, and I won't do anything else."

Upon hearing such assurance, the little novice closed the door and left in a hurry.

Jiang Bao saw the little novice walking away, so he whispered to Li Tian with a solemn face,

"My lord, the people living next to me have a long breath. They are probably Lianjiazi. In case they hear something, we'd better speak in a low voice."

Li Tian nodded and agreed.

"What else did you hear? Can you confirm that those people are Liu Gang and his gang?"

Jiang Bao shook his head, and said somewhat uncertainly,
"This point, the old slave is still not sure, you have to go to investigate first before you can confirm."

As he said that, he was about to turn over and go out.

But after Li Tian thought about it, he stopped his movement.

"Don't do anything for the time being. Since we and Liu Gang are all here for the ledger, they probably won't do anything until they get the things."

(End of this chapter)