"Ning Chen, have you drunk the wine?" The prince suddenly asked. Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, "I haven't had time to drink yet. The wine sent by the prince must be opened on a good day." The prince smiled and said no more. He just had to stop talking. "By the way, I went out of the city yesterday and discovered something interesting?" Ning Chen looked at him and said nothing. The prince said: "There is Lingyuan Temple in the Nanshan Mountain outside the city. It was originally a dilapidated temple, and the incense has long been gone...yesterday I discovered that there were people coming in and out of there." "Ning Chen, how can the people living in a dilapidated temple survive this cold winter?" Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. The prince would not say this for no reason.
There is something strange about this temple. To be precise, there is something strange about the people who suddenly appear in the temple. The prince took out a thousand-tael silver note from his arms and handed it over. "My status is inconvenient, so I would like to trouble you to buy some cotton clothes and charcoal for me to send to the temple... I am the Crown Prince of Daxuan. I cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering of the people." Ning Chen did not hesitate, took the banknote and put it in his arms, "Okay, Prince, don't worry, I will definitely deliver this warmth." "If there's nothing else, can I leave first?" The prince nodded slightly. Ning Chen jumped off the carriage and walked towards the Jiaofang Division. The prince opened the curtain of the window and looked at Ning Chen's back with twinkling eyes. Lu Yan was about to speak but stopped. The prince glanced at him, "What do you want to say?" "Your Highness, I feel that this person is not reliable." The prince smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter whether it is reliable or not, as long as it can be used." Lu Yan said: "This person does not have much respect for the royal family. When facing His Highness, he shows no respect... I feel that this person is not available." The prince's eyes were gloomy, "It is still somewhat useful. He has the same goal as me now...Using him can just eliminate dissidents." "Ning Chen still has some skills, let's use them first... When everything is resolved, he will be useless." "Let's go back!" Ning Chen walked to the door of the Jiaofang Division, looked back and watched the prince's carriage go away, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that the prince was driven into panic. After hiding it for so long, but revealing his thoughts at this moment...it seems that the prince feels a crisis.
Is it because the Grand Master is coming back? Or did he know something that was not good for him? "He is ruthless and has an average IQ." Ning Chen muttered, this was his evaluation of the prince. He wants to use himself against the Queen... Do he really think that by eradicating the Queen, the throne will be his? Ning Chen curled his lips. Apart from the third prince who was eyeing the throne, there was also a person who was hiding deeply... Prince Fu. He only needs to do one thing now to stay on top...that is to protect His Majesty. As long as His Majesty is here, they will not be able to make any big waves. By the way, we still have to protect General Chen. Ning Chen thought for a moment, then rode his beloved Diao Chan to the Supervision Department. He came to Geng Jing's room. Geng Jing was scratching his head, his face full of irritation. "Master Geng, stop scratching your head...I'm almost scratching myself bald." Geng Jing sighed, "I just came back from the palace... There has been no progress in the fairy powder case, and His Majesty scolded me like crazy." Ning Chen quickly tightened his lips, fearing that he would laugh out loud. This feeling is very strange. I obviously sympathize with Geng Jing, but when I heard that he was scolded by His Majesty, I felt inexplicably happy. "I have a clue here." Geng Jing looked at him sharply, "What clue?" "Does Master Geng know about Lingyuan Temple in Nanshan outside the city?" Geng Jing nodded, "I know, a dilapidated temple has lost its incense and has been abandoned for a long time!" Ning Chen smiled and said, "There are people coming in and out of the recent temple." "Could he be a beggar?" Ning Chen smiled and said, "Are you a beggar? You can find out if you check?" Geng Jing frowned, "You are so mysterious. Are you hiding something from me?" "Sir, without further ado, let's set off now." Geng Jing glared at him and nodded slightly. All the men and horses from one place were dispatched, and there were also thirty people in red. A group of people rode horses and rushed directly to the temple outside the city.
The temple is built halfway up the mountain. Because of the snow, the road is slippery, so I don’t want to go there right away and just walk up the mountain. Ning Chen looked at the stone steps and smiled: "There are so many footprints. It seems that there are many people in the temple?" Geng Jing ordered to climb the mountain. A group of people climbed up the steps. When he arrived at the temple gate, Geng Jing separated a group of people to guard the gate and led the others to rush in. This temple is not big. Someone was clearing the snow from the ground in the yard. These people all wore monk robes and had bald heads. Ning Chen looked at them. "Did you find anything?" Geng Jing asked in a low voice. Ning Chen smiled and said, "These little monks are very calm when they see us." Geng Jing smiled, "It's a bit too calm...and their heads have just been shaved." Ning Chen nodded, "And the shaving skills are average. You can see there are injuries on many heads." At this moment, an old monk walked out of a room quickly. "Amitabha, a poor monk who has been through trouble, has met all of you!" Geng Jing looked at him and asked, "Who are you?" "I led my disciples to travel around the world, praying for the people... We came to the capital and found this abandoned temple. We want to clean it up and survive this winter. We will leave in the spring of next year." Geng Jing said in a deep voice: "Where are you from?" "Amitabha, Buddhists travel around the world and have no fixed place to stay. Wherever they go is home." Ning Chen smiled slightly and pointed to the treetops swaying in the wind in the yard, "Master, please look." Du'e looked up, confused. Ning Chen asked calmly, "Master, do you think it is the wind that is moving, or the tree?" Du'e was stunned for a long time, hesitated for a moment and said, "It is the wind that is moving." "Wrong!" Du'e looked at Ning Chen, "What's wrong?" Ning Chen's expression was teasing, "To use your Buddhist words, the wind is not moving, the tree is not moving, it is the master's heart that is moving." Du'e's eye muscles twitched, and he put his hands together, "Amitabha, I didn't expect this sir to understand Buddhism... I admire him."
Ning Chen smiled, "I just understand a little! Master, let me ask you again, when two people are walking in the continuous heavy snow, why doesn't the sky get one of them wet?" "This..." Du'e was embarrassed, "Because... Because one of them held an umbrella." Ning Chen burst out laughing. "Why are you laughing, sir? Is my answer wrong?" Ning Chen glanced at him, then looked at Geng Jing and others, "Do you know?" Geng Jing shook his head. Feng Qizhen said unhappily: "Even this bald donkey doesn't understand, how can I know?" Ning Chen looked at Du'e. Du'e looked angry, looking at Feng Qizhen, clasping his hands together, "Amitabha, please be careful with your words, sir." Ning Chen couldn't help laughing out loud. "Master, you are obsessed with appearances. Monks are free from all four elements, how can they get angry because of a bald donkey?" "Let me answer the question just now. It snowed for two days, why didn't the sky get one person wet? That's because both people were wet. God is fair, how could it be possible that only one person was wet?" Ning Chen's face suddenly darkened after he finished speaking, and he said sternly: "You fake monks... Come on, take them all down!"
