"Old, sir, it's here."

When Song Xuanrong was helped down, he stepped on the muddy water.

He originally planned very well today, and he had already made a draft, and he was ready to use what posture to use to meet Shen Qingwu and how to speak after seeing him, but he was ruined by this heavy rain.

The sky was already dark and gloomy, Song Xuanrong looked down at the dirty vamps and clothes, and his face was a little bad.

When Song Xuanrong held an umbrella and arrived in front of the Miaofa Temple, he saw that the gate of the temple was closed.

He had someone knock on the door, and it took a long time for someone to open it.

When the gate of Myohoji Temple opened, a young monk came out of it.

He glanced at Song Xuanrong and the others, his eyebrows were kind, and he folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, what is the donor?" ”

Song Xuanrong hurriedly returned the salute and said: "I am a member of the Song family, and there was a son and nephew in my house who was blessed by your temple to cultivate in the temple because of a catastrophe, and I came here today to take him back to Beijing." ”

"It's just that I never thought that the trip was delayed by heavy rain on the road, so I asked the little master to make it convenient."

The monk looked stunned: "Are you?" ”

Song Xuanrong: "Song Xuanrong ...... in the lower rite department"

"Bang!"

As soon as Song Xuanrong's words fell, he saw that the little monk's face suddenly darkened, and he took a step back into the door and threw it directly on the temple gate.

Song Xuanrong: "......"

Song family: "......"

The temple door shook when it was thrown shut, and it was enough to see how hard the man who closed the door was.

Song Xuanrong directly blackened his face.

After he became the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, he went smoothly in everything, and everyone would give three points when they saw him.

Even if those who have a dislike for him secretly do everything possible to him, they still maintain their proper manners and etiquette when they see him on the surface.

But recently, there was an accident in the house, the prince Yu Wang and Huang Jie broke into the house, and then there was the death of the Ye family, and now Song Yuxing is still locked up in the prison of Dali Temple, which can be described as a disaster.

Even if he was ridiculed by those people in the court, even a monk dared to throw his face at him?

Song Xuanrong raised his hand and landed on the door of the temple, and the "bang" and "bang" of the smash sounded.

The door of the temple was opened again after a long time, and Song Xuanrong wanted to scold people, but he didn't want to see a group of warrior monks with sticks coming out.

Without waiting for him to react, he directly surrounded them.

"Who dares to make a noise here?!"

Song Xuanrong looked at the faces of those warrior monks changing slightly, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a person wearing a vermilion robe standing inside the door.

Different from the little monk just now, this person has a strict face, a pair of eyes are full of fierceness, and he has a posture of wanting to do something if he doesn't agree.

Song Xuanrong riskily endured the scolding that came to his lips, and said in a deep voice:

"What do you mean by that?"

"The land of Buddhism, accepting believers, although I am not a person in Buddhism, but the incense money has never been cut off every year."

"What is the reason why you are so rude, first you turned people away, and now you treat each other with sticks?"

Song Xuanrong said angrily:

"I am Song Xuanrong, the official of the Ministry of Rites, an official of the imperial court, how can I allow you to be so humiliated!"

After the old monk heard Song Xuanrong's words, he looked at him with a cold expression:

"Of course Lao Wei knows that you are Lord Shangshu, after all, in the whole world, only your Song family of Shangshu Mansion dares to buy fake monks to ruin the reputation of my Miaofa Temple and ruin the reputation of my Miaofa Temple."

Song Xuanrong's face changed instantly, and when he looked at the warrior monks around him who were glaring at him, his eyes darkened.

How did he forget about this?