The snow in the Manor of the Prince grew thicker, and the coldness in the study room grew thicker. The formation seemed to have lost its effect.
After a long while, Prince Jing Xin spoke again, his voice a bit cold, "I really don't know what to do to satisfy my father."
Grand Tutor Liang said, "Just like now, not doing anything is the best."
Jing Xin glanced at him, wanting to say something but hesitating.
He understood what the Royal Teacher Liang meant. If he didn't do anything, he wouldn't do anything wrong. As such, his father had no reason to expel him from Zhaoge City.
With the support of the Zhongzhou School and Yimaozhai, Jing Xin would have the support of all the officials in the imperial court. No matter how powerful his father was, he had to rely on the officials to govern the country, so he had to consider their attitudes and the opinions of the people in the world.
But after receiving the letter from Bulao Lin, could he still do so?
The Royal Teacher Liang said, "This matter can't be concealed. Your Highness should write the letter in person and explain all the details, and then ask the immortal master to send the letter to Cloud-Dream Mountain."
A resolute expression showed in Jing Xin's eyes, as he said, "Let's do it this way. But the letter must be delivered to Bai Zhenren in person."
The Royal Teacher Liang said, "And this matter can't be known by the House Master."
Jing Xin stood up and bowed to the Royal Teacher Liang, saying, "I have to trouble my teacher here."
The Royal Teacher Liang said, "I'll talk to Mr. Bu in private."
He had studied in Yimaozhai for many years, and was a fellow disciple of the House Master Bu, but he wasn't confident that he could persuade him.
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Two years had passed, and another spring arrived in Zhaoge City.
The fat shopkeeper appeared in the Manor of the Prince again, and he seemed to be fatter than before. It was unclear how someone like him could be so relaxed.
This time, he told Bulao Lin his condition, "Your Highness, please help us send someone to Taichang Temple."
Hearing this, the Royal Teacher Liang's eyes grew cold, saying, "Back when you people tried to enter Taichang Temple, you incurred the wrath of the orthodox sects, resulting in the destruction of the Cloud Platform. Do you think I'll agree to your request?"
"Now is not the time. Moreover, if Grand Tutor is worried, you can use restrictions."
The fat man smiled and said, "We just want to send a letter to someone inside. We won't do anything else."
After a moment of silence, Grand Tutor Liang asked, "Is that all?"
The fatty said, "That's all."
Grand Tutor Liang looked into his eyes and said, "You should be well aware of the fate of the messenger."
The fat man said, "The messenger himself knows it very well."
Grand Tutor Liang said, "You are also a messenger. Are you ready to die?"
The fatty's face showed no fear. He smiled and said, "You can still write on the other side of the letter if you flip it over. You don't have to tear it up on the spot."
Grand Tutor Liang also smiled and said: "For such an important matter, wasting some paper is nothing. When you return, you will certainly be torn apart."
Fatty thought about it and said, "Maybe so."
Grand Tutor Liang took a step forward, getting a little closer to him. "Are you willing?" he asked.
"Twenty years ago, I suffered from a serious illness that couldn't be cured. I couldn't find the Cloud-Dream Mountain, and Moqiu was too far away. I was on the verge of death. Fortunately, I survived thanks to the magic pill bestowed by my superiors."
The fatty continued, "My family and I have lived a good life over the years. Even if we die now, it will be worth it. Why wouldn't I be willing?"
"I can help you live a better life," said Grand Tutor Liang.
The fatty said with a small smile, "You should be aware that you are a trustworthy person. Goodbye."
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Lu Ming had left Zhaoge City for almost three years. It was still undecided whether he should return to the imperial court to be an official or go to Aoyama to hide temporarily.
Duke Lu sat in the room with a teacup in his hands, looking at the spring scenery outside the window. He would occasionally think about his son's recent situation, but he spent more time thinking about that matter.
Everything was as usual in Taichang Temple. Every few days, a prisoner would come out in a carriage covered with a black cloth, heading to the place where the sun couldn't be seen.
It was to this day that nobody had escaped from the Fiend Prison, and none of the corpses had been brought out.
What was happening to Jing Jiu?
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The second prince, Jing Yao, had grown two years older.
Gu Qing's teaching had extended from reading books to Cultivation.
However, Jing Yao had the bloodline of the emperor and the inheritance of the vixen, so it was more troublesome to Cultivate than Jing Yao had expected.
Gu Qing couldn't make up his mind, so he went to ask Royal Concubine Hu. Unexpectedly, Royal Concubine Hu knew nothing about Cultivation.
Royal Concubine Hu had a high level of Cultivation, but she was born with it.
She was extremely ignorant before being enlightened by the Zen Master. If Zhu Gui and Zhu Jie hadn't helped her, she would have died a long time ago. She had no idea how to cultivate the vixen.
Seeing the embarrassed and angry expression on Royal Concubine Hu's face, Gu Qing sighed to himself, wondering why he had asked Xiao He to learn from her.
He suddenly had an idea. He sent the letter he had intended to write to Senior Master Zhao at the Shenmo Peak to ask for help from the Guocheng Temple through the secret channel of the Gu Clan.
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In the Guocheng Temple, Liu Shisui received the letter from Gu Qing, feeling surprised and happy at the same time. He handed the letter to Xiao He after reading it. Xiao He felt angry after reading the letter, saying, "He is teaching the prince in Zhaoge City, enjoying a great reputation; but we have to grow vegetables in a monk temple and ask for our help. Who will get the credit then?"
Liu Shisui knew that she felt bored after staying here for too long, so she complained casually. He left the room with a smile.
As expected, after Xiao He finished complaining, she took out a new letter and started answering Gu Qing's questions.
She could tell that the Shenmo Peak would belong to Gu Qing no matter what would happen to Liu Shisui in the future.
Liu Shisui left the vegetable garden to go to the front of the temple to help.
He had learned in the winter two years ago that many patients from all over Chaotian would come to Moqiu to seek treatment from the monks of the Guocheng Temple.
The number of monks in the Guocheng Temple was limited, so they had to work very hard without any rest.
Many patients died before they could see the yellow walls of the Guocheng Temple.
Dying in Moqiu had become a proverb in the mortal world.
Fortunately, in addition to the monk doctors, there were many monks in the Guocheng Temple who were good at performing religious rituals.
The deceased could at least hear a part of the Reincarnation Script on their way to the afterlife.
The monks in the Justice Hall didn't treat patients or perform religious rituals; all they did was interpret the scripts and observe the laws.
In other words, the monks here did nothing but study and practice the magic to protect the Dharma. As such, they enjoyed a high status in the Guocheng Temple, and nobody would disturb them.
Yin San liked the quietness very much. The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect had just come out from the underground a few years ago, so he felt a bit lonely.
As such, he would go to the kitchen in the front temple every morning to have breakfast and listen to the quarrel between the fat monk and others.
He had become familiar with the fat monk over the last few years.
One early morning, he handed a paper bag to the fat monk imperceptibly.
The fat monk opened the paper bag and found it was a delicious barbecued dog leg. He thanked Jing Jiu profusely, almost drooling.
"I'm good at being a dog leg."
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