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Hearing An Xuetang's question, the beggar master chuckled softly, "I can still believe in the character of the King of Northern Xinjiang and the Princess of Northern Xinjiang, so I have never worried about this."

"!"

An Xuetang was speechless about his nonsensical "trust", but he didn't say anything at the moment, but just responded, "Master Chenggong, you think of our Northern King's Mansion. When the Northern King comes back, I will tell him about this matter."

Beg for alms smile and nodded slightly, "I'll thank you princess."

"Master, don't be so polite. But I still have something to do with this concubine. I wonder if the master may solve my doubts?"

"Princess, please speak."

"I have heard of the murder case in Jinchuan Temple. Now the abbot of Jinchuan Temple has been imprisoned. Logically speaking, the atmosphere in Jinchuan Temple should be very tense now."

"And people all have a heart hanging on each other, but master, don't you think it's inappropriate, you choose to go out for a trip at this time?"

An Xuetang is very confused now. The abbot of Jinchuan Temple has just been arrested and imprisoned. The begging master actually wants to leave at this time?

He is a veteran of Jinchuan Temple. After all, he is going to leave if something happens to Jinchuan Temple?

Why exactly?

Thinking of this, An Xuetang narrowed his eyes slightly, without any hesitation, staring at him with an inquiring gaze.

There was nothing wrong with the begging expression. He also knew why An Xuetang asked such a question, so he smiled:

"I can't help much in the temple. If I don't leave at this time, I'm afraid it will cause trouble to the temple."

“?!”

An Xuetang could still hear the subtle meaning of begging for alms. She was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Why are the masters who have any grudges with the Minister of Revenue?"

When talking about the Minister of Revenue, he shook his head helplessly:

"Some years ago, the wife of the Minister of Revenue often came to the temple to pray for children. She begged me to calculate whether there were any children in her fate. Seeing that she was pitiful, I calculated a fortune for her, but I realized that she would never have any children in her life."

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes, "Did you tell the wife of the Minister of Revenue in detail?"

"That's natural. I am a monk and never talks wildly. I just tell the truth and don't think there will be any problems."

After hearing what he said, An Xuetang couldn't help but laugh, "But Master, you can't even think that it was you who told the truth at the beginning that something big happened, right?"

Beg for alms sighed softly, "Yes, I never expected that what I once said would turn into a curse at the wife of the Minister of Revenue."

"If I don't leave at this time, I'm afraid it will continue to cause greater trouble to Jinchuan Temple. After all, whenever the Minister of Revenue and his wife see me, they will feel that it was the monk who cursed their children, which led to their miserable death."

"Even if this is the case, you don't have to leave, Master. Jinchuan Temple is so big. Even if their family comes to find fault, Master, can you hide?"

Beg for alms and shook his head with a smile, "There is no need to be such trouble. I have always ignored the affairs in the temple and said bluntly that I will no longer cause trouble to the temple. Now the situation facing Jinchuan Temple is facing, with Senior Brother Jianzhen here, he will deal with it well."

Seeing that she had to leave for a begging for alms, An Xuetang didn't know what she was thinking, so she narrowed her eyes:

"Since that's the case, I won't say much. Master, don't worry, I will tell the King of Northern Xinjiang if you are worried about something."

"Thank you, the princess."

At this time, begging for alms, he suddenly changed his face, "By the way, I have something to ask the Princess of Northern Xinjiang to verify."

"What's the matter?"
Chapter completed!