"Hey!" Wang Rong sighed and said with a wry smile, "But, I'm afraid it may not be like this. Nine times out of ten, things are unsatisfactory in the world. The more you ask for something, the more you can't. The more I dislike something, the more I don't want it, but the more I will be like that."

Speaking of this, Wang Rong's smile grew stronger, and he said, "It's like I said before, when we grow up, we all live like we hate the most!"

Wang Bo thought for a moment, nodded, and said: "If you have no soldiers and no power, you don't like pleasure, you don't like luxury, and the world's major events are like floating clouds to me, and I don't want anything to go with the flow, so I will live a stable life indifferently!"

"Haha!" Wang Ronglang laughed a few times, "Why do you look like a monk when you talk now?"

Wang Bo nodded and said, "The minister learns some Buddhism on weekdays, cultivates his self, and seeks peace of mind!"

Wang Rong asked suspiciously, "Is there such a wonderful use for the Dharma?"

"Holy unbelievers?" Wang Bo smiled and said, "The minister knows an old monk who practices the path of tranquility and far-reaching. The temple where the person is located is also a little quiet. If the saint is free, the minister will accompany you to the temple to sit down and taste the new tea after the rain last year!"

Wang Rong looked at him for a long time and said, "Good! It's better to go now, I'm a little tired after rushing all the way, and I want to find a quiet place to live. Besides, these days, for some reason, there is a lot of anger in my heart that has nowhere to be resolved! Perhaps, the secluded place you talked about, the enlightened person you said, can dissolve one or two!"

The voice fell, and suddenly there was no wind and rain outside the car window. In the afternoon sun, a clear trickle of rain drops fell on the stone slabs, outlining shallow traces.

The rain is spring, freehand and intoxicating. The willows rise with the wind, and the noon is like dusk.

The Holy Emperor came in person, and the huge Linqing City was already under martial law, and the city was silent. To the surprise of the Linqing officials and the generals of the Tenth Army, the Holy Lords were not directly stationed in the Shogunate of the Tenth Army. Instead, he bypassed and went straight to the temple next to him.

Hearing that the Holy Lord was coming, several monks in the temple had already rushed out under the leadership of the host, and stood outside the mountain gate respectfully.

"Little monks, please meet the Holy One, the Holy One Thousand Peace Chitose!"

Wang Rong was in front, Wang Bo was behind, and slowly got out of the carriage.

Looking at the bald heads in front of him, who only showed the back of their heads, Wang Rong turned back to Wang Bo and smiled, "This is what you call the enlightened person? It's a good thing!"

Before Wang Bo could speak, the presiding officer who was stopped outside the army spoke: "The old monk is in the red dust, and he should abide by the secular law. The saint is the king, and the old monk is the people. The people worship the king, and only by abiding by the law can they become a great way!"

"But a man who understands!" Wang Rong laughed.

Wang Bo introduced, "This is the presiding officer of this temple, Zhi'an."

Wang Rong nodded, didn't say anything, and walked towards the temple.

The Qingyou Ancient Temple immediately became noisy, and hundreds of elite guards rushed in, searching the ground, and even every monk searched around. After confirming it again and again, it was revealed to the saints.

Wang Rong walked in with dozens of armor soldiers by his side. In the temple, the houses are low and hidden in the woods, as if they are one, and have a unique charm. The moss and wildflowers are everywhere at the foot of the forest, and it is a beautiful scenery.

Take a deep breath of slightly cold air, and the indescribable comfort between your chest and abdomen is indescribable. Walking here can indeed make people feel peaceful and stretch their brows.

"It's a pity!" Wang Rong walked as he walked.

Beside him, Wang Bo asked, "Why did the Holy Lord say this?"

"Such a nice place, it's like a paradise. We, the guests, are stubborn and stubborn, and we are terrible about the scenery!" As he spoke, Wang Rong touched the hilt of Wang Rong's knife beside him and said, "Your murderous knife shouldn't be here!"

Zhi'an made an exception and accompanied him, standing half a step behind Wang Bo, his hands hidden in the monk's robe and trembling uncontrollably, and said, "Holy Lord, although this temple is small, it was built in the period of Qin III! The architecture of the temple has not changed for hundreds of years. In the late Qin Dynasty, Buddhism flourished, and there were many monasteries in Xianyang City......

"But after all, it didn't bless the Great Qin State and the people, and several emperors who believed in Buddhism were all picked up!" Wang Rong unceremoniously interrupted the other party, pointed to the trickling spring in the mountain forest, and asked, "Is that a mountain spring?"

Zhi'an smiled, "It's a self-emerging well, and it's been every spring since the Qin Dynasty

season, the clear water in the well will come out. This water is sweet, and it is the best tea to boil......

Wang Rong suddenly stopped, looked at Zhi'an, and said, "Say that you are a high-ranking monk who has turned into a foreign monk, and you are quiet and far-reaching. Why do you have to say something deliberately when you talk about something?"

Zhi'an was suddenly embarrassed, forced a few laughs, and said, "Enlighten the Holy Lord, it is indeed good!"

"Since you are good, and you are a Buddha cultivator, why do you want to take advantage of these benefits? This kind of beautiful scenery is used to build a college and for visitors to play, so that they can make the best use of it." Wang Rong sneered and said, "You still have greed in your hearts!"

"This ......" Zhi'an was speechless on the spot.

Zhi'an looked at the acting king again and again, but the latter kept smiling, as if he didn't notice his gaze.

Wang Rong continued to walk, unceremoniously and harshly, and said, "There is a Tao in the heart, and everywhere it is a Tao. There was no way in his heart, so he insulted this famous mountain and river, and was stained with the smell of copper. What smells worse than the smell of copper is hypocrisy!"

"This saint is really as the Suiyang Marquis said, there is no monk in the world in his eyes. If he really rules the world, we monks will have no way to live!" Zhi'an smiled on his face, but sneered in his heart, "How can such a tyrannical person be the king of the world?"

The temple is built on the mountain, and when you reach the halfway point of the mountain, the mountain road narrows and steepens abruptly.

"The Holy One is tired, so rest here for a while!" Wang Bo chuckled.

Wang Rong nodded and said, "Okay!"

After speaking, Wang Rong sat down on a stone bench and said, "I'm a little thirsty, make tea and drink it!"

Hearing this, Zhi'an was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "The Holy One will rest for a while, and the old monk will ask the disciple to fetch water for you!"

"No, I'll take it myself!"

When Wang Wei's voice fell, Wang Xu had already commanded the guards, took out a simple clay stove and put it beside him, and at the same time took out two exquisite silver kettles filled with clean water, ready to boil water.

Zhi'an was suddenly annoyed, and said in his heart: "Suiyang Hou made a mistake, he is the lord of the Tang Dynasty, and the accompanying guards have brought all the things he used to eat and drink Lazar, how can he drink the water outside?"

Just when Zhi Anxin thought that there was no hope for a big matter, Wang Rong suddenly beckoned, opened the silver pot that Xiaojiewei had sent to his hand, and sniffed the water inside.

"This water seems to be a little muddy!" Wang Rong frowned and said, "I smell a foul smell!"

"The silver kettle is good, but it is trapped. The water of the ancient well of this temple is living water!" Zhi Anxin moved, and hurriedly said, "This good tea needs to be boiled with living water, Holy ......."

Suddenly, Zhi'an couldn't say any more. I saw Wang Rong's gaze, looking at him with a smile. Next to him, Wang Bo was playing with a silver kettle, seemingly staying out of the way.

"Good!" Wang Rong suddenly smiled and said, "Use your water! I have tasted the water of the ancient well you said today, and what is so special about the tea boiled!"

Zhi'an's back was soaked with cold sweat, and he forced the tension in his heart, turned his head and said to the two fair-faced novices on the periphery, "Go and fetch water for the Holy One, quick!"

The two novices turned their heads and ran, but as soon as they took a step, they were grabbed by the shoulders. I saw two cold-faced guards, looking at them coldly.

"Little master, slow down, I'll go with you!"

The little novice looked at their master, then nodded a little frightened.

In the stone pavilion, Wang Rong turned his head and asked Wang Bo, and said, "I heard that you are in Linqing, and you like to associate with literati and artists?"

"It's just vassal, otherwise wouldn't it be boring to death!" Wang Bo still played with the silver kettle in his hand and said casually.

"Since you love to associate with literati and artists, why don't you build a academy? The children of our Tang royal family are all on the horse and holding a knife, you like literary affairs, and building a academy is also a good talk!" Wang Rong smiled and said, "I see that the scenery here is very good, antique and refreshing. It's better for me to make a decree and make this ancient temple an additional courtyard for you. You bring people here every day, and you chant poetry against each other, and you are really elegant!"

"Huh! Thank you, Holy Lord, for your kindness!" Wang Bo smiled and said, "It's just that there is a master here, how can a minister snatch love with a sword!" As the saying goes, a twisted melon isn't sweet either!"

"You are not honest, you clearly promised in your heart, but you said no!" Wang Bian smiled and said, "Princess Haoyang has been in Chang'an for so long, and I will return

If I don't reward him with anything, I will reward him!"

"So, thank you, Holy One!" Wang Bo sat down and arched his hands, looked at the surrounding scenery again, and said, "Actually, if the Holy God really wants to reward her. How about the Holy Lord reward her with a good husband? It's better to be the kind of man who rides a horse and whips and has extraordinary martial arts, and when the time comes, how about letting their husbands go to the frontier to herd horses?"

As he spoke, Wang Bo shook his head at the surrounding scenery and said, "Although this scenery is good, the sun is blocked by trees. Where there is a frontier of thousands of miles, it is easy to gallop on horseback!"

Wang Rong looked at him and said with a smile, "You're still tired of staying in Linqing!"

The two of them talked and laughed, and it seemed that the brotherly relationship was extremely close, and there was no royal courtesy. The people around him all lowered their hands and listened, their faces expressionless.

Zhi'an listened to the conversation between the brothers, and sneered in his heart, "Hmph! If you want this ancient temple, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for that day!"

Behind him, two small novices had already come out of the forest with a copper kettle filled with water.

It seems that the two little novices are in a hurry, fluttering a few times, startling some birds in the forest.

The guard behind Shami nodded slightly to Wang Xu.

The latter looked at Wang Rong, but found that the sage's gaze fell directly on the copper kettle, and he never left for a long time.

The two novices were both children, with fair faces. Walking straight on the dirt road, after placing the copper kettle, one lit a charcoal fire, and the other held a fan lightly.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of the copper kettle being heated.

"Drink yours, or drink mine?" Wang Rong said casually.

Wang Bo waved his hand to the steward of the palace in the distance, and then said with a smile: "It's better to drink the minister's!"

At this time, the acting steward of the palace handed over a gilded copper jar, and Wang Bo smiled again: "This is the best Fujian tea, born between the mountains and mountains, and can only pick two or three catties every year. This kind of tea is not available in the palace. It's still a minister, and I paid a lot of money to buy it!"

"The magistrate knows that my father and I don't like tea, and they can't drink it well or badly, so the annual tribute tea is foolish!" Wang Rong laughed self-deprecatingly, "But my father still cherishes it so much, and he sends a message to send more to his old brothers!"

Wang Bo picked out two tea leaves with silver chopsticks, put them in the tea cup, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that those uncles won't be able to drink good or bad!"

Wang Rong smiled and said, "At this point, our two brothers are still somewhat similar!"

Wang Bo handed the teapot back to the acting steward of the palace, and said with a smile: "When the saint was young, he didn't like to drink tea!"

At this time, bursts of white mist erupted from the mouth of the copper kettle, and the water was already boiling.

Among the entourage behind Wang Rong, a tall and slender man with a thin face walked out, holding the tea bowl of the saint and the acting king, and walked to the edge of the clay stove.

A small novice struggled, carefully carrying the copper kettle. First poured the cup full of the king's cup, and then changed his hand and filled the king's tea bowl with water.

Then, two fragrant cups of tea were placed beside the two. The tea soup is amber and crystal clear.

"Can you drink it?" Wang Rong asked the guard.

The man's eyes blinked, and he said, "I think we still have to try!"

When the words fell, Wang Xu stepped forward and took out a long silver needle, ready to verify whether it was poisonous.

Wang Rong said lightly, "It's a bit poisonous, this thing can't be tried!"

His voice was flat, but in Zhi'an's ears, it was like thunder. The whole body trembled violently uncontrollably. His face was terrified, and his skin and flesh were a little distorted.

He cried out in his heart, "What does he mean? What did he mean by that? Can't try it? He knows there's poison in there?"

Seeing Zhi'an's face change and his eyes frightened, Wang Rong said jokingly, "Hey, why are you red?"

Zhi'an unconsciously took two steps back, but directly collided with the iron armor of the Guardian.

Wang Rong glanced at Wang Bo complainingly and said, "Why don't you answer?"

Wang Bo said embarrassedly, "How can the minister take it?"

"I said, why is his face red, you want to say radiant!" Wang Rong was bored and said, "You don't even remember the little games we played back then!"

Wang Bo rubbed his nose and said, "Before, you didn't take me to play!"

Wang Rong complained, "Brother, it's you who don't play with us! Instead, he followed the master to practice martial arts. When you practice martial arts, you will use us as sandbag hammers. Hum! If you were as interesting as you are now, why don't the dogs want to see you?"

Wang Bo was a little annoyed and shouted, "The Holy Lord repeats it!"

Wang Rong cleared his throat and said, "Hey, why is your face yellow again?"

Wang Bo frowned and said, "Fang Cai, it's not this sentence!"

"Boring, boring! No wonder people don't like you!" Wang Rong waved his hand, then stood up, and looked at Zhi'an with a smile behind his back, "You do me a favor!"

As he spoke, Wang Rong smiled again, like a cat seeing a mouse, and said, "Help me, drink that bowl of tea!"

"He knows!"

Zhi'an was struck by lightning and was stunned on the spot.

"Don't worry, you won't die on the spot!" Wang Rong smiled, "I don't think you, or the people behind you, are that stupid. If I die in Linqing, you bald donkeys, don't even think about living. What you ordered must be the poison that made me attack slowly and die without knowing it!"

Zhi'an's expression, as if he had seen a ghost, opened his mouth wide and was speechless. I wanted to turn around and run away, but I was grabbed by the arm and couldn't move.

"Not surprised? Huh!" Wang Rong smiled like a naughty child, "Isn't there a lot I don't understand? Can't figure it out?"

Wang Rong pointed at Wang Bo again and said, "It was he who told me that you are not a good person!"

Wang Bo sighed and said, "The Holy Father said that this king will not be welcomed. From childhood to adulthood, except for the king's teacher and biological mother, no one wants to have a heart to heart with the king!

As far as the feudal county is concerned, it sounds good, but in fact, it is a disguised distribution. The emperor's own brother was sealed to such a place as Daijun. Although he is in charge of an army, he can mobilize no more than a battalion of soldiers in peacetime, and the people around him and the generals under him are all sent by Chang'an, and they don't even have a confidant. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it, but can't you, a clever monk, see it?

You are trying to get together with this king, and you deliberately make friends to please you. This king can't give you a name, and he can't give you benefits, what do you want?

He also deliberately asked this king to bring the saint to your monastery, and the whole world knows the saint, and you monks do not mince words, but you still have to go up to the pole. Are you sick, or are you a!"

As he spoke, Wang Bo laughed and said, "This king is not welcome, but he is not a fool!"

As he spoke, Wang Bo looked at Wang Rong and said, "How does the Holy One know that the problem is in the water?"

"You ask him!" Wang Rong pointed to the tall and lanky guard again.

"The last general, the Jizhou Branch of the Detective Affairs Division, He Ju, see the acting king!" He Ju saluted.

After saying that, he walked to the copper kettle, emptied the water inside, knocked it a few times, and said with a smile, "This pot looks fine, but there is a mezzanine inside. The little novice poured it with his left hand, and what came out was harmless well water. With his right hand, what comes out is the water that has been hidden in advance!"

Zhi'an's side is like mud.

"Do you know what poison it is?" Wang Bo asked.

"I don't know the end, but what the Holy Lord said, it should be eight or nine and ten. It must be a chronic poison, otherwise how can they wash away the involvement!" He Ju smiled coldly, "There are many records of this kind of thing in the secret files of the previous dynasty!"

Wang Rong glanced at Zhi'an in disgust, and ordered, "Pull it down and find out who is behind him?"

Suddenly, the little novice who was trembling beside Zhi'an burst out. The monk's robe slashed at Zhi'an's throat, blood splattering.

"Ugh! Uhhh Zhi'an's eyes were like dead fish, his limbs were fighting, his throat was directly opened, and blood gushed out.

"Catch him!" Wang Rong shouted angrily.

The guards pounced, and the two little novices tightened their teeth and did not resist.

"Crack their mouths!" He Ju said urgently.

But it was still half a step late, and the two little novices had already closed their eyes and returned to the sky.

"Ugh! Uhhh Zhi'an twitched weakly twice and fell to the ground, his fingers scratching the moss a few times, one vertical and one horizontal. Then, his eyes widened, and there was no more sound.