Just as he was about to go back to say a few words with Sister Song and return to the prince's place, Shen Li saw a woman with long black hair and a green dress walking straight towards him.
Obviously he wants to see Concubine Lan.
The woman was a little surprised when she saw Shen Li, but she figured it out in a flash.
Arriving in front of the young man, she said: "This is not the place to talk. Are you looking for a quiet place?"
Shen Li nodded: "Could it be Miss Zhu?"
"yes."
After saying that, Zhu Murong took Shen Li out of the house where distinguished guests gathered, and came to a mountain forest.
The mountain forest is not dense, and red walls can be seen vaguely.
The letter Song Wanru wrote to him was mistaken by the prince as being written by Lord Wu, and she also said that completing the commission in the letter would lead to a good relationship.
If the prince came to understand later, I wonder if he would blush at his words.
"Are you Shen Li?" Zhu Murong asked.
Shen Li smiled and said, "It's me. Did you take Concubine Lan all the way out of the city and hide in Woxia Temple?"
"There is also Concubine Lan's biological brother Huaisi."
"You two encountered no danger on the road?"
"The danger is there, but the big shots in the capital are all scheming against each other, so how can they care about us."
In this battle, I don't know how many important members of the court will be kicked out. It's no wonder that the prince insists on getting Concubine Lan. With her, even if he won less during the battle for the Eight Heavenly Dragons, he can reshuffle the cards and win again.
Zhu Murong said: "Be more careful. There are many masters around the prince. With this posture, the prince may make a big fuss."
"There are so many masters in Woxia Temple, how can it be so easy?"
"You underestimate the power of a country's crown prince," Zhu Murong said.
Immediately she asked again: "Have you met the imperial concubine?"
"Um."
"The most lively moment of the Buddha's birthday event tomorrow will be when we transfer the imperial concubine."
Shen Li asked curiously: "Could it be that the winner was decided in the temple?"
"I don't know, but that's the plan."
After saying that, Zhu Murong looked at the young man up and down: "We are both in the fourth-grade Vajra realm, but you are much better than me."
Shen Li was also observing her. Zhu Murong was good-looking, dressed in green clothes, and her long hair was only tied with a tie, which was scattered but not messy.
"Will you fight for Xianglu Pills?" he asked.
Zhu Murong shook her head: "I am responsible for eliminating danger for the imperial concubine. It is not easy for the imperial concubine to be alone."
Letting Yu Bainiang serve Concubine Lan is something that Zhu Murong cannot handle on her own.
Shen Li asked again: "Where is Yang Bo?"
"Yang Bo?" Zhu Murong pointed to the venue where the Buddha's birthday event was held. "He blended in very well and helped the monks of Woxia Temple decorate."
"I'll go see him."
"Be careful. Although Yang Bo is young, he has the ability to see into people's hearts."
Shen Li laughed: "With such a strange person, it is inevitable not to see him but to feel regretful. By the way, what role does Yang Bo play in this matter? Why do you pay so much attention to him?"
Zhu Murong glanced at him and whispered: "If the situation changes, Concubine Lan will go north with Yang Bo."
"Oh? Yang Bo has a distinguished family background?"
"His father and Concubine Lan's father are sworn brothers."
"Does Lord Wu know?"
Zhu Murong corrected him: "It's the Supreme Being. As a member of our country, how can you call Lord Wu? The Supreme Being naturally knows."
"It seems that Master Wu really likes Concubine Lan, and every aspect has been carefully arranged." Shen Li said with emotion.
How could the leader of a country, who had been ignored by his subordinates, still miss Concubine Lan, not make people sigh?
How many people who have become successful and famous abandon their useless wives and look for young and beautiful girls?
Of course, Concubine Lan has her own beauty that captivates the city and the country. It is impossible to say that Lord Wu just disliked the real queen because she was old and old, so he only doted on her.
The young man smiled and said: "It is an interesting story that a king of a country would not hesitate to hook up with the enemy's scholars and publicize it for a woman."
"you……"
Without waiting for Zhu Murong to refute, Shen Li walked to the venue of the Buddha's birthday ceremony, leaving her to stomp her feet angrily.
I met Zhu Murong by chance. Judging from Shen Li's understanding of Buddhism, the so-called heretical Buddhism has a transcendent spirit. It is uncertain that the Buddhism practiced by Zhu Murong will become one of the foundations of Buddhism in the future and rank among the ranks of great supernatural powers. Share your luck.
Monks are like locusts, which is enough to see that Woxia Temple has a rich heritage. So many monks are rushing to finish the tasks they have not finished today, and they do not rest at night. The whole temple needs to seize the time to communicate a series of activities to avoid the same thing tomorrow. At the important moment, who messes up?
Yang Bo is still more conspicuous. He is the only young man wearing a Confucian crown and Confucian clothes. He even has a hole in his hat and his clothes are mended.
After Shen Li took a few steps toward him, Yang Bo turned around.
"Yang..."
"You have recognized the wrong person. My name is Wang Yishui."
Shen Li laughed.
The letter also mentioned that Yang Bo's pseudonym was Wang Yishui.
"Brother Wang, do you have some free time? Can we take a moment to chat?"
Yang Bo handed a small Buddhist instrument to the monk passing by, patted the dust on his hands and said, "Let's go."
The scenery around the venue is also excellent.
The two of them stood under an old tree, neither of them spoke first.
Seeing that the night was getting dark, Yang Bo couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what do you want from me?"
Shen Li smiled and said, "I just met Miss Zhu and heard her praise Brother Wang for his ability to see into people's hearts, so I wanted to come over and meet her."
"Zhu Murong, she is very annoyed. She has to come over every once in a while for such a trivial matter. She only has a lot of insight into people's hearts. She just reads a few more books and just says whatever she says to whomever she meets. It's like the young man insists on waiting for me. Open your mouth and I will know that the young man has something to ask."
"Haha...Brother Wang is wrong. I have nothing to ask you."
"Look, Zhu Murong was wrong. I don't have the ability to see into people's hearts."
"What did you call me?" Shen Li had already put on that mask, but Yang Bo called him "Little Prince".
Yang Bo smiled mysteriously: "Little Langjun, isn't that right?"
"Brother Wang pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool, but he left a flaw waiting for me to catch. He really has an insight into people's hearts."
"No, no, no, no, don't say such words." Yang Bole's exchange of words immediately changed the topic, "If the prediction is correct, you are the Shen Li who killed Jiang Huchen with a sword in Kaixi City, right? "
"How can I see it?"
"Although Xiao Langjun hides his sword energy very well, his words are all about the edge of the sword. Who is Shen Xiaolang Jun, who is not born with the body of a diamond, dragon or elephant, but walks the dangerous and narrow path of swordsmanship?"
Shen Li sighed: "Brother Wang is a wonderful man."
Yang Bo seemed to be quite regretful: "I just lament that there is not enough time, otherwise, I will have to discuss with the young man."
"Yes, when does Brother Wang plan to return to the Northern Sui Dynasty?" Shen Li asked, "Maybe we will have time to improve each other's skills."
Yang Bo smiled and said: "That's all, that's all, don't call me Brother Wang. I always feel like you are talking to someone else."
He waved his hand and had no intention of continuing the conversation with Shen Li. "It's getting late. Since the young man has seen me, let's say goodbye. If we are destined to talk to each other in the future, it won't be too late to discuss it again."
Seeing Yang Bo change from trot to jog, and jog to trot, Shen Li didn't think it was funny, and was more serious, because at a young age, Yang Bo was a Confucian Qi practitioner in the third-grade Chaolu realm.
I had never heard of such a number one figure in the world before.
It's really getting late.
It's already dark.
The dinner bell rang in Woxia Temple.
Shen Li simply went to Woxia Temple to have a vegetarian meal.
The kitchen is particularly easy to find. If you follow a group of bald heads in one direction, it must be a place to eat.
Woxia Temple is said to be a big temple, but there is no emphasis on status during the meal. All the old monks and young monks can be seen enjoying the fast food together.
However, the young man suddenly saw Chu Wuchan, a monk in white, holding a bowl of plain noodles. Ma Liu grabbed a seat, sat down and wolfed it into his mouth.
It has to be said that Shen Li's sword was able to kill Jiang Huchen, and then the two old men who protected Liu Taiyuan made up for it. Chu Wuchan, a monk in white who was known as a golden body, played a crucial role.
Shen Li also brought a piece of vegetarian noodles and squeezed into the monks. He sat down opposite Chu Wuchan with his beautiful skills. The monk who was carrying the vegetarian steamed buns had a sad face and could only admit that his seat had been taken by others. He squatted next to the wall to eat. went.
Chu Wuchan raised his head, his cheeks dipped in some noodle soup. Although the young man in front of him was very unfamiliar, it gave him the feeling that he had seen it somewhere before. When he was about to ask, he saw Shen Li burying his head in eating just like him.
Since then, no malice was detected in the person. Chu Wuchan put down his thoughts and lowered his head to suck the noodles.
The monks next to them looked at them as if they were reincarnated by starving ghosts. A kind man gave them half a bowl of plain noodles that had not yet been touched.
"Eat slowly, eat slowly, there will be plenty of fast food."
Some people just couldn't bear it anymore and gave advice.
Shen Li and Chu Wuchan both thanked the monk who gave them vegetarian noodles and smiled at the old monk who spoke.
After eating, Shen Li stood up. Chu Wuchan found a piece of cloth from somewhere, wiped the soup from the corners of his mouth and face, and followed him out of the dining courtyard of Woxia Temple.
There are many old trees in Woxia Temple. Not every old tree will sprout and bear leaves. This year is different. As if it has been agreed upon, all the old trees will sprout new leaves, especially the old tree in front of the temple dedicated to Skanda Bodhisattva. The most lush.
Passing an old tree, Chu Wuchan patted his bald head, as if waking up from a dream: "I remember who you are!!"
Shen Li turned around: "Who?"
"The man who killed Jiang Huchen with one sword."
"You remember wrongly. I don't know Jiang Huchen, let alone you."
"Hey, what the donor said is wrong. People can tell lies, and practitioners can also hide their own lies. Only temperament can't."
"temperament?"
"Exactly, for example, although the benefactor's temperament is like that of a chic and romantic poet, it gives me the feeling that he has a sword energy that can level mountains and seas!"
Shen Li chuckled and said, "As a monk, what you said is very similar to what the man I just talked to said."
"Is it a monk from Woxia Temple or a distinguished guest?"
"neither."
"That's strange." Chu Wuchan rubbed his head.
Shen Li stretched his body and said, "You and I are destined to be together. I met you as soon as I was planning to have a vegetarian meal. Can I give you a couple of poems?"
"Oh? I...little monk actually has such a wonderful fate? I am all ears." Chu Wuchan's smile seemed to be sunshine.
Shen Li walked down the mountain on the stone steps, swinging his long sleeves in a carefree manner.
"Where's the poem?!" Chu Wuchan shouted hurriedly when he saw that he was about to leave.
"If the Zen barrier is broken, beauty will be like a jade sword or a rainbow."
