Yang Xiaoyang drove the car gracefully, and sat Ju Yeqi who was watching the scenery on the side.

The mountain road was fairly flat, and the carriage did not have to travel with much effort, but the car still stopped.

"Oh no, I didn't ask where the temple was, and I didn't find someone to lead the way, what should I do?" Although the mountain is not big, it is not easy to find a temple.

Ju Yeqi rolled his eyes, looked at the dense forest and said, "I can't see the feng shui here, I'll try to calculate a hexagram." ”

Yang Xiaoyang just sighed that the true Taoist priest has many means, and suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and he felt a flower in front of him.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the green leaves of the trees around him that he could not name were all facing one direction.

Yang Xiaoyang had never seen such a strange thing, so he couldn't help but whisper: "What the hell?"

He was just about to turn his head and ask Ju Yeqi when he heard a voice from the carriage.

"Ghosts?"

"Eh, Brother Li, Brother Li, why did you sleep?"

"Hahaha, Brother Congwen was scared by a ghost again!"

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the leaves that were growing in one direction, and they were also a little hairy, but when he saw Ju Yeyan's eyes wide, he said calmly: "It should be the magic power of Buddhism, and the master on the mountain is showing us the way." ”

Yang Xiaoyang sighed and nodded.

Looking at the leaves again, it gave him a sense of peace.

Of course, it was his own feelings.

Since Ju Yeqi said that it was the supernatural power of the master on the mountain, Yang Xiaoyang was not afraid, and tapped the horse's ass with his toes, and drove in the direction pointed by the leaves.

"Yeqi, do you know how the divine power of the Buddha Sect is cultivated?" Yang Xiaoyang thought of Jingyuan's divine power and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Ju Yeyan was looking at the leaves on the tree with an amazed expression, and when he heard Yang Xiaoyang's words, he didn't reply, and pointed to the Taoist robe on his body, "The poor Dao cultivation is still shallow, I don't know." ”

Yang Xiaoyang coughed dryly, and said no more to himself.

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An Yan twenty-five years, spring, the capital, the year of the palace, the prince's bedroom.

Zhao Qinian only felt that his eyes flashed, and the woman who was still on the beam just now had already arrived in front of him.

He was about to shout when he saw a short dagger across his neck.

He moved slightly, tried to stop trembling, and asked, "Who are you? How did you get in?"

The woman smiled and leaned closer, "Guess." ”

Zhao Qinian saw that this woman was not very old, at most four or five years older than himself, "What are you going to do?"

The woman in the red shirt shook her dagger in front of him, "What do you think I'm here for?

Zhao Qinian's face turned even paler, "Are you here to kill me?"

"I was going to kill you, but seeing that you are only a ten-year-old child, and you are timid and afraid, I don't want to kill you. The woman in the red shirt did not put away her dagger, and continued, "As for who wants to kill you, you can't say, it's the rules of killers. ”

Zhao Qinian sobbed when he heard this, as if he saw hope, and said excitedly: "It turns out that you are a killer on the rivers and lakes." If you don't kill me, I'll let you go. ”

The woman in the red shirt sighed, sat on the chair, and brought herself a cup of tea, only to find that her lips were the same as her clothes.

Bright Red Bright Red ......

"I also said that I am a killer on the rivers and lakes, isn't this the rivers and lakes of Mingwu?

Originally, I didn't want to kill you, but when I thought that Mingwu's luck was going to be in the hands of someone like you, I wanted to kill you again. ”

Zhao Qinian's heart tightened, and he smiled bitterly, looking at the marks left by her red lips on the white porcelain cup, "I don't want to be the prince either, I also know that I am weak, but it is just my father's decree, what can I do?"

He paused, tears flowed down, and roared: "I'm also afraid that Mingwu will be destroyed in my hands, and I also think that I am not qualified to be the emperor." I know that the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty think that my eldest brother is more suitable to be the crown prince, and I know that the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty look down on me.

I don't know what to do, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be a good prince!

I just don't know what to do..... I don't know......"

Zhao Qinian didn't know how long he had been crying, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw his father-in-law kneeling in front of him.

The girl in the red shirt seemed to have never been here, only the red thread around her neck reminded her.

What is Reality......

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The carriage stopped at the gate of the temple, and Yang Xiaoyang helped Ju Yeyan out of the car and said, "Why is this temple so small?"

What he actually wanted to say was broken ......

The temple has no door, and the low wall surrounding the temple is in tatters, and there are several large holes in it, larger than the door.

So maybe the master thinks that since the hole in the wall is bigger than the door, then don't close the door.

Then I thought that since the door is not closed, what do you want to do with the door?

Yang Xiaoyang thought as he stood in front of the leaky wall.

At this time, Riying poked her head out, "What should I do if Brother Li hasn't woken up yet?"

"Just tell him that there is a master. Yang Xiaoyang rolled his eyes, took out the box from the carriage and put it on his back, and entered the temple with Ju Yeqi.

Yang Xiaoyang wanted to walk through the big hole in the wall, but when he saw that Ju Yeqi had already walked through the doorway, he still followed.

When I came to the small courtyard, I saw that there was a tree in the courtyard, but the tree had died, and not a single leaf on the tree was gone.

"Amitayus, welcome to the four donors and this fellow Daoist. This is an old monk in a tattered robe who walked out of the hall and pronounced the Buddha's name to several people.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that he was kind and kind, his face was pleasant, his eyes were full of wisdom, and he hurriedly returned the salute, "Master, how can there be five people?"

"Supreme longevity, the poor road is disturbed. Ju Yeqi bowed.

Yang Xiaoyang's fist stiffened.

This old monk can't recognize himself as a Taoist priest, even if he doesn't have the consciousness of being a Taoist priest......

The old monk smiled, saw Riying and Li Congwen also walked in, waved his hand at a few people, and walked into the hall.

Yang Xiaoyang tightened his box and walked in front of Ju Yeqi.

The inside of the hall is as dilapidated as the exterior walls, but there is no dust, and it is clear that it is often cleaned.

There is only one Buddha statue in the hall, which is carved in stone and is already covered with cracks.

It should be very old, full of vicissitudes.

The face of the Buddha statue is very clear, but as for which Buddha it is, Yang Xiaoyang can't recognize it.

Li Congwen didn't know what special opinions he had about the monk, and after bowing respectfully, he stepped forward and shook the old monk's hand, and said with a fanatical expression: "Master, I've been very confused recently, I wonder if the master can solve my doubts?"

The old monk didn't mind at all, but instead shook Li Congwen's hand and said with a smile: "Donors don't need to worry, just do what you want to do." According to the poor monk's opinion, the donor will soon become a true Buddha. ”

Li Congwen's face was solemn, he saluted again, and stepped aside.

Yang Xiaoyang stared at Li Congwen for a while, before Jingyuan said that Li Congwen could become a Buddha, and now this old monk also said the same.

Could it be that he can really become a Buddha?

Yang Xiaoyang mourned for a while for the Buddhist Gate......

The old monk bowed slightly to Li Congwen, and then looked at Yang Xiaoyang, "Donor, the poor monk can help you, but the donor will do one thing for the poor monk." ”

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned, what did he need help with?

Could it be that he could help himself be promoted to the realm of human immortals?

No, he's a monk. If you are broken through by a monk, will it be too faceless?

That's not right, what kind of face do you need to be promoted to an immortal?

Yang Xiaoyang hurriedly saluted as soon as he thought of this, "Master, please speak, I will definitely do it." ”

The old monk smiled slightly, "Then Lao asks the donor to save the tree in the poor monk's courtyard." ”

"Huh?" Yang Xiaoyang was stunned.

That tree has been dead for many years at first sight, when I am a god? How can I be saved?

This old monk is playing tricks on me?

Yang Xiaoyang looked at him suspiciously, but saw that he was still pleasant, not as if he was joking.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at Ju Yeqi again, hoping that she could give herself a move.

"Donors have to rely on themselves, otherwise the poor monks won't be able to help you. ”

Yang Xiaoyang scratched his head, handed the box to Ju Yeqi, and walked into the courtyard with a bitter face.

Looking at this dead tree that used to be flourishing, Yang Xiaoyang didn't know what to do.

I couldn't think of any way, so I had to give this old guy a chance to try.

Yang Xiaoyang had no choice but to take out his housekeeping skills as a Taoist priest, well, it was also his only skill.

One hand is attached to the trunk of the tree, and the rough touch does not convey a little life.

Slowly crossing into a trace of aura, Yang Xiaoyang was overjoyed, he actually felt the suction.

The Divine Consciousness followed the aura and found that it had been slowly swimming down the trunk of the tree.

Is it absorbed by the roots? This tree is giving me a fake animation?

The wisp of aura finally stopped, and Yang Xiaoyang looked at it intently, and it was not the roots of the tree that absorbed his aura.

It's a little worm in the ground......

You're going to be a sperm, aren't you?