That night, Emperor Xuan Zhao opened the door and walked into the Zen room, hearing the sound of wooden fish.

Emperor Xuanzhao sat down and listened quietly until the sound of wooden fish stopped. He smiled slightly and said, "Long time no see, Master Mingsu."

Mingsu said in a soft voice, "Your Majesty is fine now."

"I'm fine, it's just," he paused slightly.

Mingsu smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty, it is not appropriate for a poor monk to interfere in everything in this world."

Emperor Xuanzhao picked up the tea on the table and said, "Master has already intervened."

Mingsu finally turned around. The cinnabar on his brows revealed a coquettish color, which actually gave this Chuchen a somewhat eerie look.

Emperor Xuanzhao slowly raised his eyes and said, "Master's appearance has not changed for many years. If he were not in this temple, I would have thought he was a monster."

Mingsu's expression remained unchanged, "That's how people are. They are always wary of things beyond the unknown, and so is your Majesty."

"I only believe in things that are within my control, Master, is that right?" he asked.

Mingsu smiled lowly, "A poor monk will never betray the dynasty."

"I believe in Master." He drank slowly and said, "Master, you may give orders for my Rong Zhaoyi."

Mingsu lowered his eyes slightly, "The poor monk only helps Your Majesty, no outsiders have any chance."

"What a pity," he sighed, stood up and nodded slightly, "In this case, I won't disturb the master."

Mingsu lowered his head slightly and said, "Your Majesty, go slowly."

Seeing Emperor Xuan Zhao's back disappeared, the monk lowered his head slightly, pursed his thin lips tightly, and revealed a somewhat cold look.

His slender white fingers clenched tightly, showing a bit of paleness.

The cinnabar between his eyebrows became more and more charming. Mingsu held his hands on the table and groaned.

Emperor Xuan Zhao came out of the Zen room, turned his head slightly and glanced, then turned around and strode away.

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Fu Ronghua was walking in the temple, his eyes fell on the lake, and his eyes showed a bit of surprise, "It's autumn now, how can there be lotus flowers blooming?"

Ruixue was also surprised, "My dear, it's a real lotus flower."

Fu Ronghua couldn't help but walk a few steps quickly. She squatted down slightly. There seemed to be lotus fragrance floating in the air. She sniffed lightly, "It's lotus fragrance."

The master and servant could not help but walk along the lake. When they saw a small courtyard in front of them, Fu Ronghua stopped.

Seeing this, Ruixue said, "How can there be a wooden house deep in the Wanguo Temple?"

Fu Ronghua hesitated for a moment, "Let's go back." After she said that, she turned around and left.

But then I heard a calm and distant voice say, "Since the donor is here, why bother leaving in such a hurry."

The courtyard door opened and Fu Ronghua turned around, her eyes filled with surprise for the first time. She took a few steps back and saluted with both hands, "Sorry, I don't know where the master lives, so I took the liberty of disturbing you."

Mingsu raised his hand and returned the greeting, "Amitabha, since you are here, you are destined to be with the poor monk. The donor can ask for a hexagram."

Fu Ronghua raised his eyes when he heard this, "It will disturb the master."

Mingsu smiled sternly, with a hint of youthfulness, "Since the donor is destined, how can I disturb him?"

He glanced at Ruixue behind Fu Ronghua and said, "The female donor can wait outside. Only those who are destined to be in the Zen room are not allowed to enter."

Ruixue heard this and glanced at Fu Ronghua, "Mother."

Fu Ronghua patted her hand and said, "He is Master Mingsu."

"Ah!" Ruixue couldn't hide her surprise.

Fu Ronghua patted her hand and said, "You can just wait outside and feel at ease."

Although Ruixue was worried, she still chose to wait outside out of trust in Mingsu's reputation.
Chapter completed!