"Since there is cause and effect, there is also an opportunity," the Imperial Master seemed to sigh softly again, "I am not the opportunity for His Highness, nor am I the person destined by His Highness, but... there is someone who is."
When the prince heard what he said, he felt a little angry.
But what he just said was not entirely deceptive. He had indeed developed a great interest in the Spiritual Sect, and he truly respected this sect from the bottom of his heart.
Therefore, even if he was very dissatisfied with the Imperial Master at the moment, the prince did not dare to show any real disrespect. He even took the initiative to salute the Imperial Master and said, "In front of you, the Imperial Master, I am just an ordinary disciple.
I am here today to receive your teachings.
I just don’t know what the opportunity you mentioned just now, Grand Master Guo Cai, is. After all, Gu is just dust in the mortal world. He is born with no wisdom and cannot understand the secrets of heaven."
The Imperial Master laughed "haha" when he heard this, and he didn't know if he heard it wrong. The prince actually heard a hint of vicissitudes of life in this laughter.
He subconsciously looked up again to look for the too-young face of the Imperial Master.
However, the sky became darker and darker, and the only light seemed to have become dim. He could no longer see the Imperial Master's face clearly, and could only see a faint white shadow.
The Imperial Master had already stood up and headed back.
The prince quickly followed him and walked all the way to the backyard.
The entire Lingxiao Temple looked very different at this time.
It seems...
Too dark.
After a while, the prince realized the problem here.
Then he looked around and found, as expected, there was no serious light on anywhere here.
The long alleyway is like a permanent passage in the palace wall.
Considering that the Imperial Master has lived in the palace for so many years, it seems normal that some parts of Lingxiao Temple refer to the style of the palace.
Therefore, he didn't ask any more questions and just quietly followed the imperial master inside.
Since the Imperial Master didn't say anything, it means that he was allowed to follow him like this.
At this time, the streets of Beijing outside were already bustling with activity.
Everything is not peaceful, but as the imperial city at the feet of the emperor, there will be no chaos whatsoever.
The people in the capital are still living as usual. At most, they are a little more worried and act more cautiously.
However, this does not affect gourmets’ pursuit of delicious food.
After Fang Congwen came to the capital, there were only two things he liked to do most. The first was talking to talented young people, and the other was eating.
Not to mention the holidays, I usually go out with a few friends to find delicious food.
But even when he had to go to the Yamen on weekdays, most of the time he couldn't sit still at home in the evenings. He always felt that the cooking skills at home were not good enough, so he had to go outside no matter what.
A few days ago, I heard someone say that the roasted beef in this place is a technique passed down from the previous dynasty, so I wouldn’t miss it.
When the time came, he said there was something going on outside, left his old wife behind, and came here alone.
I just didn't expect that this restaurant would be right next to Lingxiao Temple.
The waiter welcomed him upstairs, and he joked with a smile, "You are relying on our spiritual religion to kill animals, so you must be so unscrupulous!"
I'm afraid that the aroma of your beef can reach the temple, but I wonder if the little master in the temple will be attracted by the aroma of yours and want to take a few bites?"
Fang Congwen was wearing an ordinary straight jacket of coarse cloth. There were no patterns on his body, and there was nothing to symbolize his identity.
This is his consistent philosophy. Really delicious things must be among the people. Only by integrating into the people can you truly taste the delicious food of the people.
So his friends often say that he always tidies up when he goes out.
Others may dress beautifully and elegantly, but he may dress like an ordinary person.
Seeing the loving smile on his face, the waiter didn't feel defensive at all and dared to say anything, so he looked at him and said: "Even the little master in the temple was born to ordinary parents. The one we have here is
I am not bragging about the taste, it is indeed unique to our capital city. Not to mention the little master in the temple, I am afraid even the temple owner wants to take a sip after smelling it."
Fang Congwen then smiled deliberately and said: "Are you thinking about it, or are you really here?"
The waiter burst out laughing immediately, "You're just kidding me! The viewer is an outsider. I heard that you can go without food for seven days. Just drink some dew for three meals a day. It will save trouble."
When Fang Congwen heard this, he wondered: "In that case, doesn't it mean that you don't even need to relieve yourself?"
The boy was stopped in one sentence, and he had no choice but to say with a smile: "This man is really good at joking. This is all I said. I don't dare to say anything to slander the old god."
In the eyes of the world, isn't the Imperial Master in charge of Lingxiao Temple just an old god?
Before that, Congwen was eating elsewhere and heard storytellers talking about the Imperial Preceptor. According to them, the Imperial Preceptor was an old man with flowing white clothes and white beard and hair.
"But you are a funny person, so I might as well tell you directly. I don't know if the old god will eat our beef, but the little master in Guanli really likes it, and he often sends the little master in Guanli away.
Someone comes out and takes two copies back quietly."
Fang Congwen showed a look that seemed to be enlightened, and then reached out and nodded to the guy next to him, "You are still excited, but it's really hard to tell more about this matter."
The two of them walked all the way to the second floor. Seeing that Fang Congwen was about to go up, the waiter quickly reminded: "Sir, if you feel noisy, you can sit in the box on the second floor, but if you feel that there are more people and the food is more delicious, then
You can eat in the lobby on the first floor.
I just want to make it clear to you that you are not allowed to go up to the third floor. There are only a few private rooms on it. They have all been decided by the big shots. They are private rooms. You get money every month to support the land!
"
This guy was a real person. When he spoke, his tone was very serious and responsible, and he was really trying to explain Fang Congwen's doubts.
Fang Congwen nodded with a smile and said: "You're a real kid, it doesn't matter, just go up! I've already made an appointment with someone."
The waiter looked at the clothes on his body and then at the copper hairpin on his head. He hesitated for a while and then said, "Old man, please stop teasing me. Working here is much better than outside."
Now that you're good, the three sons next door don't earn as much as me alone! If I take you up here now..."
He paused, then lowered his head, as if he was embarrassed, "If the boss finds out, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my job.
There is a lot of chaos outside now, and it is really difficult to do any business. My family cannot live without me..."
"You kid!" Fang Congwen smiled, then pulled him aside, "At my age, how can I still embarrass a kid like you?
My old man really has an appointment with someone, is there already a guest in the third room above?"
The clerk obviously didn't expect that he knew so clearly. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "Yes!"
"Are there already three guests inside? One of them has a long beard, and the other two look older?"
The guy's eyes suddenly lit up, "Yes, yes, how did you know?"
However, Fang Congwen had already passed by him and went directly to the stairs, "I already said I wanted to go up to eat, could I still be lying to you?"
While the waiter was stunned, he gave another instruction: "I don't like to drink Biluochun, please serve me a pot of Huangshan Maojian later."
Only then did the boy come to his senses, agreed, and quickly retreated.