The Path Toward Heaven

The snow in the Prince's Mansion grew thicker and thicker, and the chill in the study room became thicker and thicker, and the formation seemed to be useless.

I don't know how long it took. Prince Jingxin spoke again, his voice a little cold, and said, "I really don't know what to do to satisfy my father."

Liang Taifu said: "As it is now, doing nothing is best."

Jing Xin glanced at him, and he stopped talking.

He understood the meaning of Taifu. If he didn't do anything, he wouldn't do anything wrong, so the father emperor had no reason to expel him from Chaoge City.

With the support of the Zhongzhou faction and Yimaozhai, it is naturally equivalent to the support of the Manchu dynasty and martial arts. No matter how strong the father and emperor are, they also need to rely on the hundred officials to govern the country. .

But after receiving the letter from Bu Lao Lin, can he still do so?

Liang Taifu said: "This matter cannot be concealed. Your Highness wrote a letter in person, writing all the details of the matter before and after, and then please send the book to the fairy master Yunmeng Mountain."

Jing Xin's eyes showed a decisiveness and said, "Just do it, but this letter must be personally delivered to Bai Zhenren."

Liang Taifu said: "The other thing is that this matter must not be known to Zhaili."

Jing Xin got up and saluted Mrs. Liang and said, "Here, we can only trouble Mr. Mrs."

Mr. Liang said: "I will communicate with Mr. Bu privately for one or two."

He had studied in Maozhai for many years and had the same friendship with Bu Qiuxiao, the current Zhai master, but he also had no confidence to persuade each other.

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It was another two years, and Chaoge City ushered in another spring.

The fat shopkeeper appeared again in the palace of the prince, and he seemed to have become fatter, and he did not know how a character like him could be broad-minded.

This time he directly gave Bulao Lin the conditions: "Please, His Royal Highness, help us send us into Taichang Temple."

Hearing this sentence, Liang Taifu's eyes became a bit cold, and said: "You tried to enter Taichang Temple, which caused the Zhengdao sect to be angry, and then the Yuntai was destroyed. Do you think I might agree to your request?

"This is not the time, and if Tai Fu is not at ease, he can use the prohibition."

The fat man smiled and said, "We just want to send a letter to someone inside, and we will do nothing else."

Tai Fu was silent for a moment, and asked, "That's all?"

The fat man said, "That's all."

Taifu Liang looked into his eyes and said: "You should be very clear about the end of the messenger."

The fat man said, "The sender knows himself very well."

Taifu Liang said: "You are also a messenger, so are you ready for death?"

The fat man smiled without fear, and said, "The letter paper can be written over when it is turned over, and it is not necessary to tear it off on the spot."

Mr. Liang also smiled and said, "What a big deal, what is a waste of stationery. After you go back, it must be torn off."

The fat man thought about it and said, "Maybe so."

Mr. Liang took a step forward, closer to him, and said, "Are you willing?"

"Twenty years ago, I was seriously ill, there was no medicine to cure, Yunmeng was hard to find, Mo Qiu was far away, and I was about to die. I was given a fairy pill to survive."

The fat man said: "I have lived very well with my family all these years. Even if I die now, how can I not be reconciled?"

Taifu Liang said: "I can make you live better."

The fat man smiled and said: "The letter must have the consciousness of the letter, say goodbye."

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It's been almost three years since Lu Ming left Chaoge City, and it is still inconclusive whether he will return to North Korea to serve as an official or go to Qingshan.

Duke Lu Guo was holding the tea bowl, sitting in the house, looking at the spring light outside the window, occasionally thinking about his son's current situation, and more often still thinking about that matter.

Taichang Temple is as usual, and a few days later, there will be prisoners in a black cloth car to go to the place where the sun is not seen.

To this day, no one can escape the town of demon prison, and even none of the bodies have been sent out.

What is Jing Jiu's situation now?

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The second prince Jing Yao was two years older.

Gu Qingjiao's content also extended from reading to practice.

It's just that Jing Yao is the blood of the god emperor and the inheritance of the fox demon. It is much more troublesome to practice than he expected.

Gu Qing was a little uncertain, so he asked Princess Hu, who could not have known it.

The practice of Hu Guifei is not shallow, the problem is that it is all natural.

Before Chanzi's enlightenment, she was extremely ignorant. If Zhu Guizhu's helper was afraid that she would die long ago, where would she know how to practice a fox demon?

Looking at Hu Guifei's embarrassed appearance, Gu Qing sighed silently, thinking that he still allowed Xiao He to learn from her at that time. I really don't know what I thought.

Suddenly he had an idea, and sent the letter originally prepared to Shenmofeng to ask his aunt for help through Gu's secret channel to Guocheng Temple.

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In Guocheng Temple, Liu Shisui was a little surprised and happy when he received Gu Qing ’s letter. After reading it, he handed it to Xiao He.After reading the letter, Xiao He was very angry and said: "He taught the prince in the Chaoge City, the scenery is infinite, but we are growing vegetables in the monk temple, and the partial life needs us to help. Then who will be the credit?

Liu Shisui knew she was just staying here for too long and was bored. She complained a few words and left the house with a smile.

Sure enough, Xiao He complained, but still took out new stationery and began to answer Gu Qing's question.

She sees clearly that no matter what Liu Shisui will do in the future, Shen Mofeng should be Gu Qing.

Liu Shisui left the vegetable garden to help before going to the temple.

Only two years ago in the winter, he knew that many patients from all over the mainland would go to Moqiu to seek treatment from the monks of Guocheng Temple.

The number of monks in Guocheng Temple is limited, so naturally it is very hard, and basically no rest.

Words are bleak, and many patients often die before seeing the yellow wall of Guocheng Temple.

The death of Moqiu has become an idiom in the world.

Fortunately, in addition to medical monks, there are also many monks who are good at doing things.

Those deceased can at least hear a passage of life on the road of departure.

The monks in the law hall do not cure or do anything, they just interpret the scriptures and hold the law.

To put it another way, the monks here only do learning and practise supernatural powers to protect the dharma. Their status in the Guocheng Temple is naturally very high, and no one disturbs them.

Yin San likes this kind of tranquility very much. The ancestor Xuanyin came out from the ground a few years ago and was still a bit lonely.

So he would go to the kitchen of the former temple every morning to eat, and by the way, listen to the fat monk arguing with others.

For several years, he was already familiar with the fat monk.

One morning, he handed the fat monk a paper bag without any trace.

The fat monk opened the paper bag and found that it was actually a roasted and fragrant dog leg, and the saliva almost came out, thanking him.

"I am best at making dog legs."

Patriarch patted his shoulder with a smile and turned to leave.