The old man's eyes were somewhat gloomy: "No more news of death can come out of Qinglong Temple, please punish the selfishness of your disciples."

  Greed, anger, love, desire, stupidity. The people here are also guilty of breaking the commandments, just like Hyun-tae. And their appearance in monk's robes is even more frightening.

  Last night, those who were transferred away were all martial monks. As the elder of the Martial Monastery, he would naturally be clear about these things. It's possible that he was the one who arranged for Li Xiuzhi to take over.

  "Is your Qinglong Temple really still a Buddhist temple?" Jing Wanyi couldn't help but ask him.

  The elder glared at Jing Yuane: "All of this is what you brought disaster to the Qinglong Temple."

  Jing Wan'er was about to say something when Pei Tan's voice sounded in her ear: "We set off for Chang'an tomorrow."

  The elder's gaze swept past: "Are you really leaving?"

  Pei Tan looked at Huan Lian and opened his mouth after a long time: "It's been a disturbance in the temple for many days, it's time for Dali Temple to leave."

  The old lotus is like the only Buddha here.

  "Tonight, I will personally guard in Pei Temple's courtyard." Just then, Master Hsuan Lien's voice slowly said.

  "Abbot?"

  The monk beside him immediately said: "How can we let Fangzhang stay here? The Martial Monastery must send more people..."

  Xuan Lian looked at him: "Are you going to let them continue their nonsense?"

  The monk who was speaking turned pale and lowered his head.

  Xuan Lian looked at Pei Tan: "This is all old monk's fault."

  Shen Xingwen suddenly interjected: "I also have some knowledge of medicine, may I be allowed to diagnose and treat the abbot?"

  The monks in this temple don't even know how to practice medicine, and they just let the abbot suffer from illness without doing anything.

  Master Xuánlián looked at Shen Xingwen with a glance.

  …

  Standing in front of Pei Tan, Shen Xingwen said indifferently: "Master Hsuan Lien has contracted a very serious case of tuberculosis."

  "Is Master Hsuan Lien really seriously ill?"

  Shen Xingwen then hid his hands in his sleeves: "And it's a terminal illness. I'm afraid he won't make it to next month either."

  How could this be? Even Pei Tan was speechless with fear.

  Shen Xingwen said: "The people of Qinglong Temple must know that the abbot has passed away. Recently, their various unusual behaviors may be related to this."

  Xuanlian is the pillar of Qinglong Temple, and it's likely that the credit for Qinglong Temple becoming a major temple in the Tang Dynasty goes to Xuanlian. As for what kind of deals Xuanlian made with the imperial family of the Tang Dynasty, Xuantai said that Master Xuanlian was not as ruthless as before, but people probably don't know about it at all.

  At this moment, Shen Xingwen suddenly glanced at the already closed door.

  Jing Wan'er's heart was slightly startled by this movement, and she reached out to take a sheet of rice paper from the table.

  As a person is about to die, he has devoted his life to Qinglong Temple and lost his only beloved disciple. Master Hsuan Lien's feelings can be felt a little bit now.

  Jing Wan'er wrote on paper: I've heard that those who practice martial arts have better hearing than ordinary people... is this really true?

  Shen Xingwen narrowed his eyes slightly.

  Pei Tan looked at Jing Wanyu and nodded slowly after a long time.

  So even if Xuanlian is now exhausted and his lamp has dried up, he is still the powerful abbot of Qinglong Temple...

  They ordinary people talk behind closed doors, but Xuanlian outside the door may have heard everything clearly.

  Jing Wan'er slowly took a deep breath and after a long while, her fingers steadied as she continued writing:

  Sir, do you really think Xuan Tai wants to assassinate you?

  No one is forcing her from behind, no one is instructing her, she just wants to kill Da Li Temple Master. Today, Xuan Tai took everything on himself and also showed great righteousness, but in private, Jing Wanyan still doesn't believe it.

  Shen Xingwen coughed lightly and took the pen and paper from Jing Yuanyu's hand, writing in a flowing script: "It would be better to say that if someone were to give orders, who could possibly give orders to a monk of such high seniority?"

  Shen Xingwen's writing is beautiful and elegant.

  Jing Wanner didn't bother to look at him, but just stared at the words he wrote. Who could have instructed him? Jing Wanner had thought about it before, she used the elimination method and locked in the monk who was assassinated as Xuan Tai. Could she still rule out now?

  The only ones who can persuade Master Xuantai are the three fierce and powerful elders of the Wu Seng Temple, with Master Xuantai's temper, he wouldn't listen to anyone else. There is also Abbot Xuanlian, and then there is...

  Jing Wan'er looked at Pei Tan and said with moving lips: "Wang Ye."

  Only Tian Huan's noble family has the status and power to make Xuan Tai submit, and can make Xuan Tai do anything.

  She was unwilling to believe that De Fei had died like this.

  "But a monk died, and Qinglong Temple handled it so lightly, which is indeed strange." Shen Xingwen said slowly.

  "That's because the dead person wasn't a monk from Qinglong Temple." Jing Wanyi said as soon as she opened her mouth.

  Shen Xingwen's expression changed: "What does it mean?" He looked at Jing Yuane.

  Jing Wan'er bit her lip. Unless the dead were really not from Qinglong Temple, it could explain Qinglong Temple's actions, they only wanted to cover up the truth.

  "Has Shen certain missed something again?"

  Jing Wan'er looked at Pei Tan and said, "There's something I don't know if I should say. First there was Xuan Tai, then that elder, each of them reacted too abnormally to this temple..."

  What monks should worship most is Buddha, but it seems that the monks of Qinglong Temple only focus on the three words "Qinglong Temple".

  As long as it can maintain the reputation of Qinglong Temple, they seem to be able to remain silent even if something like the death of a resident disciple happens.

  Jing Wan'er seemed to want to say something more to Pei Tan, but with Xuan Lian outside the door and Shen Xingwen's presence inside, it was hard for anyone to speak freely.

  Shen Xingwen smiled faintly and said, "I'll go back and pack up first."

  Shen Zhen said as he turned around and walked away with a relaxed expression.

  "Sir, your wound..." Jing Wanyan immediately spoke up.

  "I'm fine."

  Jing Wan'er lowered her eyes, "Just like that back to Chang'an, if Your Majesty blames the adults, what will the adults do?"

  As a king, it is easiest to find scapegoats.

  "Let's go see the king again after sunset," said Pei Tan.

  Jing Wan'er's eyes lit up, "Could it be... that Milord has already come up with a plan?"

  In fact, everything in front of her, Jing Wanyan had long believed that no one was innocent, and Li Xiuzhi was even more not innocent.

  Now, looking back, Wang De Fei and he have a close relationship. He often goes to the inner palace, and only his identity would make the Tang royal family turn a blind eye. And in the end, all the blame may be pushed onto the Dali Temple.

  Pei Tan fell silent for a moment before saying, "The most inappropriate thing you said just now outside was that it was the prince who had the monk transferred."

  Jing Wan'er pursed her lips, she seemed to feel that Pei Tan still had reservations about this case, all she could say was: "Sir, in this world, if you exclude all other possibilities, what's left is the only one. Even if it's unthinkable, it should be the truth."

  "What you said is correct, but your exclusion is wrong. What shouldn't be excluded has been excluded?"

  Jing Wan'er looked at his face for a long time before saying: "Wan'er requests your guidance, sir."

  Shen Xingwen raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes at Pei Tan.

  Pei Tan said after a moment: "Xuan Tai may have known in advance that the monk would be transferred, but it was not a conspiracy between him and Wang Ye."

  Jing Wan'er frowned, "During the day, Prince Bai threatened the Dalisi Temple but didn't succeed. At night, he sent monks to assassinate the Minister of the Dalisi Temple. Is there such a seamless and perfect thing in this world?"

  Her eyes flickered: "How could it be?"

  "Have you forgotten that Wang Ye has already written a letter back to Chang'an? He doesn't need to make another move."

  Jing Wan'er thought it was Li Xiuzhi who created an opportunity for Xuan Tai, but it shouldn't be this point.

  Jing Wan'er was stunned for a long time.

  She just felt something was wrong, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

  It was only when the dusk merged into four directions that Pei Tan took Jing Yuanyuan out. In the courtyard, Xuan Lian sat under the shade of a large tree, motionless on a windless night.

  What made this abbot come so close to death and still be like this?

  After walking out of the temple, Jing Wanyi couldn't help but say: "The whole temple seems to have only one monk."

  Because everyone has no Buddha in their heart, but instead entered the devil of the heart.

  "Your subordinate requests an audience with Your Highness." Pei Tan stood outside Li Xiuke's courtyard.

  The monk guarding the gate frowned: "The king has already gone to bed."

  Pei Tan's eyes sank, and at this moment, Li Xiuzhi's voice came from the door, "Let them in."

  How did Li Xi Qi know it was "them" and not "him".

  Pei Tan glanced at Jing Yu'er, and the two of them brushed past the monk, pushing open the door to enter the house.

  Li Xiuzhi was indeed still awake. He sat in front of the desk with his head slightly lowered, staring at a letter on his knees.

  "Your Highness." Pei Tan bowed.

  Li Xiuzhi said calmly: "Pei Sizong."

  Pei Tan looked at him: "I have decided to set out for Chang'an tomorrow."

  Li Xiuzhi raised his head at this time and looked at him for a moment, "Tomorrow?"

  Pei Tan said: "Please, Your Highness, follow me back." This was originally the mission of the Da Li Temple.

  Li Xiuzhi's eyes seemed to have a subtle movement, but she didn't respond to Pei Tan.

  Jing Wantong wondered if Pei Tan was going to ask Li Xiuzhi about the monk who died yesterday.

  "Prince Wang last night..." Pei Tan began, his eyes fixed on Li Xiuzhi's face.

  Li Xiuzhi still didn't respond, he wouldn't have no reaction to what Pei Tan wanted to say.

  Pei Tan also temporarily stopped talking.

  Three people in the house didn't say a word.

  Li Xiuzhi folded up the letter on her knee and put it on the table.

  Pei Tan vaguely scanned the words above.

  "Your Highness..."

  He was slightly surprised and his eyes turned back to Li Xiuzhi again.

  Li Xiuyi said: "There is no need to write a letter back to Chang'an."

  This sentence acknowledges that this letter is indeed the one he said would stop the investigation of the Dalai Lama.

  But that letter has already been sent out. What was written in that sent-out letter?

  "Why did the king suddenly change his mind?" Pei Tan could only ask.

  Li Xiuzhi looked at him: "Pei Sizong, the king will tidy up a bit and follow you back to Dalisi Temple tomorrow."

  The room fell silent for a while, and Jing Wanyu saw that Li Xiuzhi's home was already very simple, with a trunk still placed in the corner.

  "Your Highness, are you familiar with Empress De of the former Rui Dynasty?"

  Jing Wan'er immediately looked up at Li Xiuzhi.

  Li Xiuxi's face didn't show any changes in expression, it was as if he had too much self-control or really didn't have any emotional fluctuations. "Has Pei Siqian still been investigating the so-called truth until now?"

  Pei Tan's eyes sank slightly as he said, "This is within my duty."