Qingshou Temple.
Zhu Di and Dao Yan sat opposite each other.
"Your Highness is here again."
Dao Yan looked at Zhu Di who was in low spirits and smiled happily, "Your Highness, you don't look good!"
Zhu Di looked at this kind-hearted old monk and couldn't hold back his anger. He roared angrily, "It's all you! I am a carefree man, but it's all your evil words that have deceived me!"
"If Your Highness had no thoughts, how could he lose his normal mind just because of a poor monk's words?"
"you……"
Zhu Di wished he could chop him with a knife and cursed: "How could the Buddha have a disciple like you?"
"Amitabha!"
Dao Yan recited a Buddha's name, his face was full of kindness, and Zhu Di was speechless for a while.
After a long time, Zhu Di finally lost his composure and said:
"Now that the world is settled and the crown prince's position is unbreakable, where does this king get the qualifications to be a great emperor?"
Daoyan's eyes suddenly brightened, as if there were flames dancing in his eyes, which were more dazzling than the candlelight in front of the Buddha.
King Yan is finally tempted!
"wait!"
Dao Yan's eyes were sharp: "Wait until the day when the time comes!"
He seemed to be very patient, but instead comforted Zhu Di, "Your Highness, don't be too hasty, the opportunity will definitely come. What we have to do now is to always be prepared for the day when the opportunity comes."
"..." Zhu Di said speechlessly, "Then why the hell did you tell me in advance?"
After a pause, "How old are you this year?"
"In two years' time it will be the year when I know my destiny."
Zhu Di teased: "You are almost fifty and you still have a few years to live. I don't understand. Why are you messing around at your age?
Besides, you are still a monk! "
He is not cursing Daoyan. In this era, living to fifty or sixty is barely considered a long life.
"The poor monk is confident that he can survive until another day comes."
"..." Zhu Di found that the old monk in front of him was a bit unreasonable and could not even be understood with common sense.
After pondering for a moment, he asked again: "Then why are you doing this?"
"For what?" Dao Yan was stunned, briefly confused.
After a while, he slowly spoke: "The poor monk was born in troubled times, and he has made great aspirations since he was a child to end this troubled times.
But when heroes were everywhere, I was too young. By the time I had achieved success in my studies, the world had been settled, and I was not willing to spend my life doing nothing. "
His eyes flashed with an almost crazy stubbornness, "The poor monk asks himself that he is not inferior to Zhuge Kongming or Qingtian Liu Ji!"
Dao Yan looked at Zhu Di with burning eyes and said word by word, "I have no reason for this poor monk, just to show my ambition and win the world for His Highness!"
Zhu Di was stunned. He didn't expect that there was such a person in the world, especially that the other person was an old monk who was nearly fifty years old.
Looking at Dao Yan with a calm face, he had to believe that there really were people in the world who were afraid of chaos.
He believed Daoyan because Daoyan had no need to lie.
To put it bluntly, even if he truly rules the world and takes away the throne, what will Dao Yan get?
He is almost fifty. When he ascends the throne, even if Daoyan is still alive, he will become a bad old man. Even if he is given glory and wealth, how many days can he enjoy it?
Give him a woman, will he be able to play with it?
This time, Zhu Di was silent.
After a long time, he said: "Zhuge Kongming failed to save the Han Dynasty in the end, and Qingtian Liu Ji also ended up like a rabbit!"
There is another thing he didn't say. Whether it's Zhuge Liang or Liu Bowen, they are all doing great good deeds to save the world. They are positive figures and heroes!
You, Daoyan, are a villain!
Dao Yan seemed to see what he was thinking, but he didn't care. He just smiled and said, "Your Highness, will you accept this white hat?"
"You are a madman!"
"Haha..." Dao Yan nodded calmly, "I am just a madman."
"..." Zhu Di was a little angry. Facing this old monk, he could never calm down. He stopped talking and snorted coldly: "My father asked me to study Buddhism. I will talk more about Buddhist scriptures in the future." something!”
After a pause, he said, "It is great that you can be chosen to pray for my mother. From now on, you will serve as the abbot of Qingshou Temple. I will donate some money to rebuild Qingshou Temple."
After that, he ignored Dao Yan and turned around to leave.
Dao Yan looked at the back of Zhu Di who was running away, with a smile on his lips.
He understood that Zhu Di was greedy.
…
evening.
Li Qing walked out of Prince Yan's Mansion with lingering fear. Seeing that Little Fatty Dun'er didn't chase him out, he let out a long sigh of relief.
It turns out that there are conditions for playing with the prince like Sanbao.
For example, I need to get rid of that crotch crotch!
It’s too wide to be afraid~!
The troupe leader patted him on the shoulder and said, "Little brother, are you coming tomorrow?"
Li Qing thought for a while and asked, "How long will you be performing here?"
"It's been ten days, and today is only the first day." The class leader said, "Let's do this. From tomorrow on, I will give you twenty taels of wages every day."
There is no way, who can the prince like?
When the time comes, just a little leakage from Prince Yan's fingers will be enough for them to work for a year. In comparison, two taels a day is just drizzle.
"let me consider it."
It would take more than ten days for his subordinates to arrive, and Li Qing had nothing to do. It would actually be good to sneak into the palace and explore the way in advance.
But Little Fatty's enthusiasm was really too much for him to resist, and besides, being a eunuch...he just couldn't bear it.
"Oh, what are you thinking about after two taels a day? Come on!" The class leader tried to persuade him, making him dumbfounded.
"Okay, okay, if I have time tomorrow, I will definitely come over to support you."
Li Qingshun picked up a colorful face mask and said, "By the way, where is Qingshou Temple? I want to go to the incense stick."
"It's not far from here, four and a half miles east from the palace."
"Thanks."
…
Went back to the inn to have dinner and took a hot bath.
As dusk fell, Li Qing put on his mask and slipped out quietly.
There are not many monks in Qingshou Temple, and they all just eat together and go to bed when it gets dark. Only the main temple has sparse candlelight and the lonely sound of wooden fish.
"Dong dong dong..."
The pace is gentle, but steady.
Li Qing wore a dark robe and a colorful face mask and watched on the eaves for a long time. Seeing no one walking around in the temple, Li Qing quietly entered the main temple.
He ducked in through the window, exerted his strength on his calves, and climbed up to the beam. The whole movement was very light and made no sound. Then he saw Dao Yan who was doing his homework.
"It's him?"
After all, during the previous investigation, Dao Yan was the only one named Yao, and he was quite impressed by this monk.
At this moment, Dao Yan's face was full of peace, and his kind-hearted look really gave him the attitude of an enlightened monk.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The sound of wooden fish gradually slowed down and finally stopped.
Dao Yan opened his eyes and smiled, "Why don't you go through the main entrance when you enter the temple?"
Li Qing was shocked, had he been discovered?
Looking intently, he rejected his thoughts. The monk in front of him was just an ordinary person. He was confident that he would never be discovered.
"The poor monk felt a familiar aura from the donor. I think we must have met him before."
Li Qing remained silent. He vaguely felt that the other party had really discovered him. Although it was incredible, it was the fact.
Daoyan paused for a moment and struck the wooden fish again.
Two-quarters of an hour later, he stood up slowly and said, "Donor, if you have nothing else to do, please leave. The poor monk is going back to his room to rest."
Li Qing struggled for a moment and said in a rough voice:
"Prince Yan came to see you?"
Dao Yan's eyes narrowed and he did not speak immediately, but looked towards the beam.
Li Qing did not avoid it this time and looked back at him.
After a while, Dao Yan answered: "Yes."
"What are you looking for?"
"Study Buddhism?"
"Yeah?"
"yes."
There was another silence.
After a long moment, Li Qing nodded, "Sorry for bothering you."
After that, he turned around and left.
He is now basically certain that Dao Yan is Yao Guangxiao.
However, he hasn't figured out how to deal with it yet.
This man's influence on history is unparalleled, and Li Qing does not dare to act hastily.
Returning to the inn, he tossed and turned and had no sleep all night.
It is easy to kill Yao Guangxiao, but he must consider the consequences of killing him.
If Yao Guangxiao died, would Zhu Di still rebel?
Will there still be Emperor Yongle?
Will there still be the rule of Renxuan?
In other words, will Zhu Biao die young?
Will Zhu Yunwen become emperor and... cut down the vassals?
If the latter two conditions are true, then even if he kills Yao Guangxiao, Zhu Di will still rebel.
Without him, Jianwen is the best.
Standing at the crossroads of history, Li Qing was very confused. He really wanted to find someone to ask, even if he couldn't help him make up his mind, just talk to him.
Unfortunately, the master is not here.
