Liu Wenxiu was granted the title of King of Shu. When he returned home, he took off his court clothes and went to the meditation hall of Monk Miaofeng to drink tea.

Although this meditation hall was carefully set up for Miaofeng, it was also the place where he studied Buddhism and martial arts, and it was also a paradise for him to escape from the disputes in the court.

Miaofeng twisted beads with his left hand and poured tea for him with his right hand. He raised his eyebrows and lowered his head and said: "Congratulations to the King of Shu, congratulations to the King of Shu!"

Wenxiu's hand stretched out to hold the tea cup froze for a moment, then she knocked on the table with her fingers, "Master is really a god! How did you know that I was granted the title of King of Shu? Brother Dingguo was granted the title of King of Jin. The world is so big, so can I.

Become the King of Chu or some other king."

Miaofeng chuckled: "This is not some mysterious secret."

Nowadays, most of the Great Western Army remaining in Shu are under Liu Wenxiu, so it is natural for him to be named King of Shu.

He happily took a sip of tea and thought to himself, Monk Miaofeng, Monk Miaofeng, do you think I don’t know that this is the day you have been waiting for? I’m afraid you and my uncles and uncles have already planned it.

?But it’s just what I want, haha.

Miaofeng thought in his heart that Wenxiu had always grown up with Zhang Xianzhong, and she inevitably had a strong desire for power. Since ancient times, the title of King of Shu has been very important in the hearts of people all over the world.

Then he asked, "How does the King of Shu plan to arrange Zhu Pingxi?"

Wenxiu smiled heartily, "Ah, are you talking about my uncle Pingxi? Of course it's up to him. Wealth and glory, he can have whatever he wants."

There was a hint of loneliness on Miaofeng's slender face. Zhu Pingxi had just given up his position as King of Shu, and Liu Wenxiu had changed his name to his uncle. It seems that the influence of power on people cannot be changed by practicing Zen for a few years.

However, it has always been Wenxiu's style to handle such court affairs as family matters.

Fortunately, he is now under Yang Zhan's family.

Miaofeng sighed: "I guess your uncles and uncles no longer care about wealth and glory. Yang Zhan has become a fool. They will have no other choice but to accompany him to live in seclusion. Alas, I had a premonition that he would not be able to recover as before. No

To think that he turned out to be a fool!"

Wenxiu's eyes darkened, she casually played with the tea cup in her hand, and changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

"Master, don't I know your painstaking efforts? If it weren't for the kindness of Master Yang Zhan, how could I have received the words and deeds of you, the number one monk in Shu? Don't worry, I, the king of Shu, will definitely follow your wishes.

made."

Miaofeng lowered his head to drink tea, and the two of them stayed in tacit silence for a while in the steamy center.

Over the years, without Miao Feng's constant advice, Liu Wenxiu would have become Sun Kewang's accomplice in his attempt to usurp the throne, and it would be impossible for him to assist Li Dingguo in welcoming Emperor Yongle to Kunming.

Of course, without Miaofeng's help, he would not have come back alive from the Huguang battlefield.

Wenxiu didn't want to bring the subject of today's Zen tea to Master, so she cheered up and said:

"Master, Emperor Yongle has given me an ax and ax and asked me to lead the troops north to Shu and establish the second anti-Qing base in the southwest. I am very uneasy, fearing that I will disappoint everyone's expectations. Please teach me, master!"

Miaofeng chuckled and said: "Marching troops, setting up formations, or even serving the government and appeasing the people are not the strengths of my Buddhist disciples. On the contrary, their Taoist family focuses on helping the world and saving people. Therefore, in ancient times, there was Prime Minister Zhuge, and in recent times, there is General Yang Zhan

.Instead of me and you sitting here discussing Taoism, why not go back to Shu Kingdom now and ask them for advice."

Wenxiu was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized. One is an ancient and the other is a fool. How can I ask for advice?

Of course it's immersive.

…

However, Shushan and Shushui are no longer what they were a few years ago. From south to north, Liu Wenxiu's mood becomes heavier day by day.

When we reached the border of Jiading, we were shocked by the desolate and populated scene. Monk Miaofeng's lips moved and he chanted "Amitabha" on the left and "Amitabha" on the right. He didn't know what sutra he was reciting.

Liu Wenxiu's joy at becoming the King of Shu soon disappeared. He could not wait to take off the hat on his head and return it to Zhu Pingxi with both hands.

Almost no people were seen along the way. The people who occasionally appeared in the wild grass were soldiers and bandits in ragged clothes. It was not clear whether they were soldiers or bandits.

Wenxiu secretly thought that in this situation, it was better to push the master to the front. Even if he is a fool, only he can restore the prosperity and peace of Shu.

Sure enough, as soon as you enter Meizhou, there will be fireworks.

Miaofeng and Wenxiu arrived at Chongtong Temple and met Jiankuan who had just returned from the government office.

Both parties were as happy as seeing a savior.

Wenxiu bowed and saluted: "Uncle Master, please accept my nephew's bow!"

Jian Kuan secretly exerted his strength and said, "Your Majesty, the King of Shu, please accept this courtesy from me!"

After all, Wenxiu's internal strength lacked some strength. Although she spoke completely, she only gave half of the gift.

Jian Kuan greeted Miaofeng again and said affectionately: "Monk, where have you been enjoying your happiness these years?"

When Miaofeng saw that Kuan was dressed in the same way Ge Bao was before, he joked: "Why don't you take revenge? Think about how majestic you were back then, what kind of Taoist priest did you become?"

The three of them had a tacit understanding and just laughed.

After treating them to a vegetarian meal, he took them to Heiniu Village.

The green rice fields stretched as far as the eye could see. Liu Wenxiu, who had just arrived from Jiading, couldn't help but feel a little dazed and worried that he was dreaming.

Occasionally, the crowing of chickens and dogs coming from the village house, as well as the lingering smoke exuding the scent of pine, made this dream even more confusing.

With a creaking sound, the door of the small courtyard they were heading towards opened from the inside. Then, a black cow walked out with vigorous steps, followed by a big man with a dull look, it was Yang Zhan.

Liu Wenxiu, dressed as a young master, knelt down on the field ridge and cried out: "Master..."

Yang Zhan stared at him, obviously not recognizing him, and shouted at the black cow to take another path towards the hillside.

"General, stop!" Miaofeng flew over, trying to stop him.

Somehow, he couldn't stop Yang Zhan no matter what, as if the road under his feet would inexplicably become wider.

Miaofeng reached out to pull his sleeves, but his sleeves were like air.

He slapped him again, but this palm missed its target and missed. If he didn't stop it in time, a rice field would be destroyed.

Miaofeng was horrified. Could it be that this was not Yang Zhan's person, but Yang Zhan's soul?

While he was standing there, seven or eight children poured out of the village and surrounded Yang Zhan.

Yang Zhan knelt down, carried three children and rode them on the back of the cow, and let two more children hang on his shoulders and back, while the others held his hands.

He just kept giggling.

Clearly, this is a fool, a fool who has acquired strange magical powers.

Jian Kuan knew that the two of them needed to slow down the impact that Yang Zhan had brought to them, so he went into the courtyard on his own.

Xiaojin was washing Yang Zhan's clothes, and Pingxi was fumbling with weaving a birdcage. When they heard that Monk Miaofeng and Liu Wenxiu were coming, they all breathed a sigh of relief and showed happy expressions.

Xiaojin rushed to the door to greet the guests. When he saw Miaofeng's pale face and Liu Wenxiu's body covered in dirt, he laughed loudly, "His Royal Highness the King of Shu, Master Miaofeng, we welcome you from afar! We welcome you from afar! Haha."
Chapter completed!