"Since there is cause and effect, then there is an opportunity," the national teacher seemed to sigh softly again, "I am not the opportunity of His Highness, nor the person ordered by His Highness, but...... There is one person who is."

Originally, when he heard what he said, the prince faintly became a little angry.

However, his words were not necessarily deceptive, and he did have a great interest in the spiritual religion, and he really feared this sect from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, even if he was very dissatisfied with the national teacher at this time, the prince did not dare to have the slightest real disrespect, and even took the initiative to salute the national teacher, "In front of you, the national teacher, Lone is just an ordinary disciple, and he is here today to accept your teachings.

It's just that I don't know what you mean by the opportunity, the solitude is the dust in the mortal world, and for the heavenly machine, there is no wisdom root in nature, and it cannot be comprehended."

The national teacher smiled when he heard the words, and he didn't know if he heard it wrong, but the prince actually heard a bit of vicissitudes from this laughter.

He subconsciously looked up again to find the too young face of the national teacher.

However, the sky became darker and darker, and the only light seemed to have become dim, and he could no longer see the face of the national teacher at all, only a faint white shadow.

The national teacher had already gotten up and gone back.

The prince hurriedly followed, and actually walked all the way to the backyard.

The entire Lingxiao Temple looked very different at this time.

It seems to be ......

It's too dark.

It was a long time before the prince realized that there was a problem.

Then he looked around, and sure enough, there was no serious light here.

The long alleyway is like a Yongdao in the palace wall.

Thinking about the fact that the national teacher has lived in the palace for so many years, some parts of this Lingxiao view refer to the style of the palace, which seems to be normal.

Therefore, he didn't ask much, just quietly followed the national teacher and walked inside.

Since the national teacher didn't say anything, it means that he is allowed to follow like this.

At this time, the streets of the capital outside were already lively.

It's not peaceful everywhere, but as the imperial city at the feet of the Son of Heaven, it won't be chaotic.

The people of the capital are still living as usual, at most they are a little more worried, and they are more cautious in their actions.

However, this does not affect the appetite for food.

After Fang Congwen came to the capital, there were only two things he liked to do, the first was to talk to talented young people, and the other was to eat.

Needless to say, Hue Muri basically made an appointment with three or two friends to find food.

But even when he was about to go to the government on weekdays, he couldn't sit still at home most of the time, and he always felt that the cooking skills at home were not good, so he had to run outside every possible way.

A few days ago, I heard that the roasted beef in this place is a craft handed down from the previous dynasty, and I am willing to miss it.

At some point, he said that there was something outside, left his old wife, and came alone.

It's just that I didn't expect this restaurant to be next to Lingxiao Temple.

The man greeted him upstairs, and he joked with a grin, "You guys can't help but kill because of our spiritual sect, that's why you're so unscrupulous!

I'm afraid that the aroma of your beef can float into the view, but I don't know if the little master in the view will be attracted by the fragrance of your side and want to eat two bites?"

Fang Congwen was dressed in an ordinary coarse cloth straight jacket, and there was no trim on his body, let alone anything that symbolized his identity.

This is his consistent philosophy, the really delicious things must be in the folk, only by integrating into the folk, can we really taste the folk's deliciousness.

That's why his friends often say that when he goes out, he always picks himself up.

Others are good-looking and elegant, but he is like an ordinary person.

When the man saw him with a loving smile on his face, he didn't have the slightest sense of defense, and dared to say anything, so he was convenient

Look at the authentic and said: "Even if it is the little master in the view, it is also born by ordinary parents, the taste here is not that I am bragging, it is indeed the only one in our capital, not to mention the little master in the view, I am afraid that the master of the view smells it, and wants to have two bites."

Fang Congwen smiled deliberately and said, "Do you want to, or are you really here?"

The guy immediately burst out laughing, "Little kidding! I heard that you can go without food for seven days, and it is enough to drink a little dew for three meals a day, which saves a lot of trouble."

When Fang Congwen heard this, he was puzzled: "Then if that's the case, wouldn't you even need to relieve yourself?"

One sentence stopped the guy, so he had to smile and said, "This master is really good at joking, the little one just said this, and if he defiled the old fairy, the little one didn't dare to say it."

In the eyes of the world, isn't the national teacher in charge of Lingxiao Guan an old immortal?

Previously, Fang Congwen was eating elsewhere, and he had heard those storytellers talk about the national teacher, and in the mouths of those of them, the national teacher should be an old man with fluttering white clothes and white hair.

"But master, you are a funny person, the little one might as well tell you directly, the old fairy eats our beef or not, I don't know if the little one is small, but the little master in the view really likes it tightly, and often sends the person who sprinkled the sweeper in the view out to quietly bring two portions back."

Fang Congwen showed a look of enlightenment, and then stretched out his hand and nodded at the guy next to him, "It's still you who are excited, but it's really not good to say much about this matter." Look at the book

The two of them walked all the way to the second floor, and seeing that Fang Congwen was about to go up, the man hurriedly reminded: "This master, if you are noisy, you can sit in the box on the second floor, but if you feel that there are many people eating deliciously, then you can eat in the lobby on the first floor."

It's just that the small ones have to make it clear to you, this third floor is not allowed to go up, and there are not a few private rooms on it, all of which have been decided by the big people a long time ago, and they belong to private private rooms, and they take silver to raise the land every month!"

This guy is a real person, and when he speaks, his tone is very serious and responsible, and he is really explaining Fang Congwen's doubts.

Fang Congwen nodded with a smile and said, "You kid is solid-eyed, it's okay, go up!" I've made an appointment."

The man looked at the clothes on his body, and then at the copper hairpin on his head, and immediately hesitated, and then said after a while: "Old man, don't tease me, the little one works here and is already better than many people outside, and the three sons next door don't earn as much as I do!" If I have someone to carry you up here......

He paused, then lowered his head, as if Ji was embarrassed, "If the boss knows, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this job."

It's a lot of chaos outside, and it's really difficult to do something business, so I can't live without my ...... at home."

"You kid!" Fang Congwen smiled, and then pulled him to the side, "At my age, can I still embarrass you as a child?

My old man really made an appointment, is there already a guest in the third room above?"

The guy obviously didn't expect him to know so clearly, so he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then nodded and said, "Yes!"

"Are there already three guests in there? One of them has a long beard, and the other two look older?"

The man's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, how do you know?"

Fang Congwen had already bypassed him and went up the stairs directly, "I said I was going up to eat, could it be that I could lie to you?"

As he spoke, in the dumbfounded eyes of the guy, he commanded again: "I don't like to drink Biluochun, give me a pot of yellow mountain hair tips later."

Only then did the man come to his senses, agreed, and quickly retreated.