This monk had an ordinary appearance, and his black monk's robes were tattered and old. He should have been ordinary and had no extraordinary talents. But for some reason, Zhu Su remembered this monk with just one glance.
No, he doesn't look like a monk. Although the monks of Bifeng Temple kneeling in front of Zhu Su don't look like monks, this black-robed monk is different from them. These monks who knelt down to beg for mercy felt like liars to Zhu Su. But this monk in black feels like...
A sick tiger hiding its claws!
Very strange. It was obvious that he was very respectful and had a smile on his face. Zhu Su felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and the hairs on his back stood up.
"Is this the king you trapped?" Although he was wary, he was not afraid. The monk was dressed in monk's robes and was unarmed. Zhu Su had nothing to fear. It was just his triangular eyes that made Zhu Su inexplicably wary.
"The young monk just wanted to see His Highness, but he couldn't. He had no choice but to use a small plan. The young monk has found out that the property collected in the temple is locked in the cellar behind the palace. There are also some treasures accumulated by these greedy monks over the years in the cellar. Your Highness can take it of his own accord to repay the young monk for being disrespectful." The monk in black said, neither humble nor arrogant.
These words made the fat abbot kneeling below furious. Are you using the temple property that you have accumulated for many years to pay for the sin of disrespect? I didn’t bring such a confident person when I borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha! This temple is kind enough to take in you, a down-and-out monk. If you use my temple property to repay the sin of disrespect, what should you use to repay my kindness in taking you in?
Zhu Su naturally didn't know his resentment, and even if he knew it, he wouldn't bother to take it into consideration. He was now only focusing on the monk in black with his triangular eyes lowered in a submissive manner. In many histories and novels, he had read about people using some extraordinary methods to gain the attention of powerful people, but he never thought that one day such a thing would happen to him.
"Please see me? What do you want?" Zhu Su's face was calm and he still had his hands behind his back, fully showing the arrogance that a prince of the Zhu family should have.
The black-clothed monk's eyes became more and more appreciative. A young prince has such a talent for change. Faced with such an unexpected situation, he still remained calm and dominated the dialogue. Is this what a ten-year-old boy can do? I heard that the fifth prince had been reticent in the palace and was not outstanding among the other princes. But now the black-clothed monk is almost certain that he is hiding his capabilities and biding his time.
What is the purpose of a prince keeping a low profile? What else could it be for?
The monk in black suppressed his excitement and trembled, trying to maintain a humble but neither humble nor arrogant appearance: "The young monk asks to see His Highness, but he has nothing to ask for. He just wants to make a fortune for His Highness..."
"Fortune telling?" Li Jinglong beside Zhu Su suddenly became happy. "You are a bald donkey, but you learn from Taoist priests to tell what hexagrams are? Don't you know that His Highness the King of Wu has already used the tricks of thieves on the street to detect people's deceptions? If you want to deceive him, you must first consider your own Taoism!"
"The poor monk once studied under Master Tongxuan Mingsu Hongdao, and subsequently learned the art of yin and yang. Naturally, he knows the method of divination." The monk in black said calmly. Li Jinglong and the monks in the temple were in an uproar. Master Tongxuan Mingsu Hongdao, whose name is Xi Yingzhen, is the most famous master in the world today, a legendary figure who can penetrate the nine underworlds of Yin and Yang. This monk is obviously a monk, but he can actually study under a master like Xi Yingzhen?
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Zhu Su was even more vigilant in his heart. A monk learns yin and yang calculations from a Taoist priest. It can be seen that although he has shaved his head, he has no Buddha in his heart. A monk who does not respect gods and Buddha must be a ruthless person. The last monk who had no Buddha in his heart had already created a great cause. His name was Zhu Yuanzhang.
Who was the other ruthless monk in history after Zhu Yuanzhang? Zhu Su had already guessed the identity of this person.
"Since the monk is willing to tell fortunes for me, then you can do it. But I wonder, monk, if you tell fortunes in front of the Buddha, will you be punished by the Buddha?" Zhu Su said provocatively.
"Amitabha, I am so compassionate that I will not blame the young monk for such a trivial matter. Your Highness, please come to the hall and let the young monk have a look." The black-clothed monk said with his hands together without changing his expression.
Having guessed his identity, Zhu Su also guessed some of his intentions. Unexpectedly, his ambition had already existed in his heart so early. But now that I know what he is thinking, I can be sure that he will not harm me. So Zhu Su rejected the requests of the guards and Li Jinglong and followed the black monk to the Main Hall alone.
There are bursts of sandalwood in the hall, and the Buddha statues are solemn and solemn. It seems as if everything in the world has fallen silent. Zhu Su glanced around. The black-clothed monk respectfully asked him to sit down, so he lifted up his royal robe and sat on the futon.
The monk in black also sat down. "Please, Your Highness, stretch out your left palm to give this young monk a look."
Zhu Su glanced at him with a half-smile. After guessing his identity, he had an absolute upper hand mentally. Now you just need to quietly watch the other party's pretentious performance.
"Monk, what did you see?"
"Well. Your Highness is wearing golden scales, which means he is destined to be rich and powerful." The black-robed monk said.
"Nonsense, my father is the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, so the son born of a true dragon will naturally have golden scales. Do you only say these auspicious words? Are you wasting all your efforts just to ask me to reward you with some silver to buy wine?"
"Your Highness, please be patient. The young monk has not finished speaking. As the saying goes, 'Golden scales jump over the pond and turn into dragons,' the young monk predicts your Highness's future..."
"One day I will be able to leap from a fish to a dragon!"
"The young monk is considered to have a small talent. If I am not abandoned, I am willing to follow His Highness's command and do one or two chores. What do you think, Your Highness?"
The monk in black stared at Zhu Su with burning eyes. A pair of triangular eyes like a sick tiger seemed to be burning with blazing flames.
"The fish leaps and transforms into a dragon?" Oh, this guy really showed his tail. Transform into a dragon, transform into a real dragon. What is a true dragon? Isn't he the emperor? Legend has it that after he met the fortune teller Yuan Gong, he was determined to stir up the world and use the dragon-slaying skills he had learned. I don’t know if this is true or not?
Now he wants to provoke me to covet the crown prince? It's strange. Why not go find the fourth child?
"The monk has misjudged the person." Zhu Su patted the king's robe and stood up. "Can a leaping fish transform into a dragon? Every time before the rain in the Qinhuai River, there are always river fish leaping up, unwilling to be lonely. Most of them end up being eaten by birds watching on the side. Transform into a dragon? Xiao Wang has little knowledge, but he has never seen it."
"I'm used to lying flat. Even if I become a fish, I just like to stay still. I don't have the hobby of jumping around. I'm afraid the monk has found the wrong person." After saying that, he was about to leave the temple.
"Your Highness likes to lie down? Not necessarily, right?" The monk in black suddenly spoke. Although his tone was still neither condescending nor arrogant, his speaking speed had increased by three points. "If Your Highness likes to lie down, why do you seek the opportunity to leave the palace alone and establish your own business? Why do you go out to make steel every day? Why do you buy people's hearts and train your soldiers?"
"Your Highness has won His Majesty's favor. If you are still hesitating, wouldn't you be entrusting someone with your authority? I have put a lot of effort into this, and I believe that Your Highness can also know the sincerity of my heart. Why should you be wary?"
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