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Chapter 1892 ice release

Shangguan Qianyu got off the carriage in an inconspicuous place, and did not go back to Qinghe Prince's Mansion, but passed through an alley and reached another street.

The carriage of the King of Chu's Mansion continued to move forward. In the carriage, a cold smile flashed across Huangfu Jingyan's lips. Brother? He doesn't! He is bound to win the throne! Grandpa is right. Although Shangguan Qianyu ruined his good deeds twice, this person's ability should not be underestimated. He is well used, and it is a sharp sword sweeping across thousands of miles, but this sword must not hurt himself.

Some time ago, he felt his father's murderous intent against Shangguan Qianyu, so he did not take any action before. He did not choose today until he felt that his father's murderous intent was weak, so he chose to invite him to have tea together to "relieve past grudges"!

The three-day period has arrived, and Shangguan Qianyu goes to Bodhi Temple.

Even the emperor knew about the fact that King Qinghe would go to Bodhi Temple to listen to the scriptures and Sanskrit every month when he was in the capital.

Because ten years ago, Zen Master Xuyun of Bodhi Temple praised this child for being a Buddha-related relationship and wisdom, and his mind led him into Buddhism. Zen Master Xuyun's actions were mysterious, and no one knew how old he was, but there were very few people who could praise him for being a Buddha-related relationship.

Shangguan Qianyu was not abducted into Buddhism, but he went there once a month, which was also considered fulfilling his wish.

Today is the day when Shangguan Qianyu went to Bodhi Temple to "repay his vows".

After paying a visit, kneeling to pray, and adding incense oil, Shangguan Qianyu left the Main Hall.

He will not go down the mountain today and will stay here for one night.

The deacon monk had arranged his residence long ago, and he would be respectful and attentive to the great pilgrims who came once a month and stayed for one night every night, even outside the Bodhi Temple.

The general Zhennan, who was determined to worship Zen Master Xuyun, had been "wandering" in Bodhi Temple for two days. The monks in the temple gave him permission, no matter where he wandered, no one cared about him, and even arranged a residence.

That night, Bodhi Temple returned to quiet. Leng Tengfei was about to go to bed when the door was knocked, and he said, "Who!"

The voice of a little novice monk outside the door: "Donor, the host asks you to go to the Zen room to talk!"

Leng Tengfei immediately stood up. He had been in Bodhi Temple for the past two days. The case of the missing child at the foot of the mountain had been solved. He didn't know. When Shangguan Qianyu said that he would go up the mountain to pray for blessings in three days, he didn't know if he could get the answer he wanted.

However, after so many years of waiting for the results, his cold and silent heart has become warmed up for so many years, and he will not hesitate to make such a big deal of becoming a monk to become a disciple.

For the sake of this, there is just an excuse to go to Bodhi Temple with legitimate excuses.

Outside Xuyun's Zen Room, the little shaman retreated. He pushed open the Xuyun's door and saw a young monk sitting on the cloud bed, winking at him and smiling.

Leng Tengfei couldn't help but be stunned. Who is this monk?

He also heard that Zen Master Xuyun was about 40 or 50 years old, but the monk in front of him was at most twenty-four or five years old? Could it be that this is the disciple of Zen Master Xuyun?

He still said politely: "My little master, I'll invite Zen Master Xia Mengxuyun to come and pay my respects!"

Xu Yun smiled and said, "No need to be polite, don't be polite, just pay mercy to pay homage. You have to be the monk's apprentice, it's too late. The monk will not accept disciples now, but he will accept disciples, great-grandsons, and great-grandsons. Do you want to come?"

Leng Tengfei couldn't help but frown. This monk was not like a Buddhist at all. He was a great-grandson and a great-grandson. He was taking advantage of him? A monk was so rude?
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