Master Anren.

"Amitabha, the old monk is lucky enough to survive thanks to the help of Donor Jiang. It's just because he hasn't said thank you for several days. I'm really ashamed."

Master Anren's voice was deeper and hoarse than that of Abbot Hongbian, and his pale complexion, which was seriously injured and bleeding, had softened a lot. It was obvious that the fumigation effect of the medicine pool was outstanding, and now there was no longer any fear for his life.

Jiang Wen quickly stood up to greet him, and then looked at the abbot thoughtfully. Master Hongbian led his junior disciple to his seat, and finally revealed the true purpose of today's meeting.

"Jiang Tanyue, I have already ordered people to prepare the amethyst, tortoise shell, antlers, angelica and other things you needed earlier and put them in the stone chamber on the back cliff. Junior brother has been busy for several days, but I know that it is difficult to make such a small contribution.

If you are so kind to me, Tan Yue should not refuse."

Jiang Wen slapped his thigh, and as expected, the old monk came forward and happily expressed that he had no intention of refusing.

If Luo Shuang'er's internal injuries on the Eight Extraordinary Meridians were to be cured, external treatment was necessary, and Master An Ren was a living example before his eyes. Jiang Wen was also full of expectations for the effect of fumigation in the medicine pool.

But for some reason, Abbot Hongbian's expression was even more serious than before, even though he was reciprocating his love. After looking at Master Anren, he told his junior brother: "Junior brother, you will make arrangements for Jiang Tanyue to enter the stone chamber. I will give instructions."

No monks or laypeople of Xitan Temple are allowed to go near Shigu Peak."

Seeing Master An Ren's solemn nod, Jiang Wen noticed that it was particularly strange, but an even more inexplicable arrangement was yet to come.

After allaying his doubts, Abbot Hongbian continued: "Not only that, the old monk will also hand over Xu Hongzu's manuscripts that Tan Yue wanted to see before for safekeeping. As long as they are not taken out of the temple, Tan Yue can read them."

This condition undoubtedly made Jiang Wen more excited, but it did not make him ignore his doubts.

"Abbott, what I heard from you is that you plan to let Master Anren live with us recently?"

Abbot Hongbian shook his head slightly and was the first to deny Jiang Wen's speculation.

"Tan Yue Mingjian, my junior brother is a monk, so he naturally has to live in a monk's dormitory. How can he live with pilgrims and believers?"

Then he said, "...Actually, the old monk wants to ask Tan Yue and the others to move out of the monastery and live with Junior Brother An Ren in the mountain house in front of Shigu Peak."

Jiang Wen was puzzled. Old monk Hongbian was not a fool. There was no reason to think that Master Anren could spy on him, so he would use such a hasty strategy, right?

"...Did King Pingxi make a move?"

Jiang Wen reacted instantly.

Abbot Hongbian nodded slowly and explained carefully: "Recently, the number of pilgrims staying in our temple has increased day by day. The old monk originally made up his mind to let Jiang Tanyue live alone in the bamboo forest monastery without being disturbed by outsiders - but who knows that things in the world are unpredictable, and Pingxi

The palace sent people here today, and now I am afraid that even other pilgrims will be expelled from the temple..."

Jiang Wen raised his eyebrows and said, "What did Wu Sangui say? Could it be that he also issued a letter of war to the abbot?"

Master Hongbian sighed, and when he twirled the beads, his expression was particularly focused, and there was a bit of worry in his eyebrows.

"Didn't Tan Yue ask before why there are so many tourists in Xitan Temple today? It's because of this letter from King Pingxi."

Abbot Hongbian took out a broad piece of paper from the monk's sleeve, and it was written very neatly on it, requesting the monks of Sidan Temple to hold a large prayer meeting for heaven and blessing, praying for the increase of Bodhi of all living beings, praying for blessings, peace and tranquility in heaven and earth, and inviting all directions.

All the Buddhas of the three generations will pray for the current saint. At that time, the Prince of Pingxi will also send people to offer incense and pray for blessings, and a separate courtyard will be built for residence.

"King Pingxi of the Qing Dynasty was indeed very magnanimous. He could bear to put away the hard knife and take out the soft knife."

Jiang Wen repeatedly praised Wu Sangui and had a high opinion of Wu Sangui. During the San Francisco Rebellion, it is no wonder that only Wu Sangui could shake half of it.

He had failed to use force before, but this time he came in the name of holding a Dharma conference in Pingxi Palace. Not only did he cover up the fact that Pan Huan Xitan, a master of the palace, did not dare to return to his life, but he also got an opportunity to intervene openly in the affairs of Jizu Mountain and test it out along the way.

Let’s look at the attitude of these monks.

This trick has been used for twenty years, but now it can only outwit the enemy. Abbot Hongbian chose to hide Jiang Wen and Luo Shuang'er in An Ren's residence to prevent the matter from being exposed - but Wu Sangui's trick obviously has a follow-up, not

I know what he will do through this great prayer ceremony.

"Understood, Abbot, I will start moving out with Sister Shuang, and go to the stone chamber medicine pool to fumigate as soon as possible, in order to regain a little more strength before King Pingxi's people arrive."

Jiang Wen glanced at the cool tea, stood up majestically and prepared to leave. He leaned against the mountain through the window and looked at the main hall of the mountain gate. The place was already being cleaned and tidied up for rituals, and people were being asked to move away. However, there were a lot of tourists outside.

It turns out that each wave is denser than the other.

These people were obviously wearing silk, gold, silver and jade, but they were crying and shouting like hungry refugees, begging the young monk Pinzhao to accept them into the temple.

You must know that when the gate of Sidan Temple was opened earlier, they hesitated and looked around. Now when they were involved in the incident, they seemed to have changed. It was as if they would die suddenly if they stayed outside the gate for a while, completely ignoring the little monk's earnest explanation.

, Sidtan Temple is already full, and there is no room for anyone else.

"Little master, I'll pay fifty taels, just give me a woodshed!"

"What? Then I'll pay you a hundred taels, and I'll live in the stable!"

"The price is five hundred taels, so the toilet must be empty!"

Jiang Wen resisted the urge to sell tickets and asked in a low voice.

"Abbott, what's causing trouble? Do they not know that King Pingxi will send someone soon, or do they think it's too troublesome to live and want to take a shortcut to Lingshan Mountain?"

Abbot Hongbian sighed helplessly when he saw this.

"Amitabha, all this happened because of this letter. Pingxi King Jun decreed to hold a Dharma conference, but he was commanding troops on the front line and could not come. Therefore, some people said that the person sent by the palace to pray for blessings was probably Princess Chen of Pingxi.

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"...Huh? It's not a waste of time for Jiang to do good deeds and accumulate virtue for half his life. Come on, tell me more about this Chen family!"
Chapter completed!