"Since there is cause and effect, there is an opportunity," the national master seemed to sigh softly again, "I am not the opportunity of Your Highness, nor the person appointed by Your Highness, but... there is someone."
When the prince heard what he said, he felt a little angry.
But his words just now were not entirely deceptive words. He really had great interest in the spiritual sect and indeed respected this sect from the bottom of his heart.
Therefore, even if he was very dissatisfied with the national master at this moment, the prince dared not be truly disrespectful. He even took the initiative to salute the national master, "In front of you, I am just an ordinary disciple. Today I will come to accept your education.
I just don’t know what the opportunity you said just now is. Is it that loneliness is the dust in the mundane world. For the secrets of heaven, I have no wisdom and cannot comprehend it.”
The national master smiled "hehe" when he heard this, and I don't know if he heard it wrong. The prince actually heard a little bit of vicissitudes from this laughter.
He subconsciously looked up again to look for the national teacher's too young face.
However, the sky became darker and darker, and the only lamp seemed to have become dim. He could no longer see the national master's face clearly, and only saw a faint white shadow.
The national master has already stood up and went back.
The prince hurriedly followed him and walked all the way to the backyard.
The entire Lingxiao Temple looked very different at this time.
It seems to be...
Too dark.
It took a while before the prince realized the problem here.
Then he looked around and found that there was no place with a serious light on here.
The long alleyway is like a permanent road among the palace walls.
Thinking about the fact that the national master has lived in the palace for so many years, some parts of this Lingxiao Temple refer to the styles in the palace, which seems to be normal.
Therefore, he didn't ask much, but just followed the national teacher quietly and walked inside.
Since the national master didn't say anything, it means that he was allowed to follow like this.
At this time, the streets of Beijing outside were already bustling.
There is no peace everywhere, but as the imperial city under the feet of the emperor, it will never go astray.
The people in the capital still live the same life as they usually do. At most, they are more worried and more cautious in their actions.
However, this does not affect gourmets' pursuit of food.
After Fang Congwen came to the capital, he only liked to do two things. The first one was to talk to talented young people, and the other was to eat.
Needless to say, I basically asked a few friends to find delicious food.
But even when he was in the yamen on weekdays, he couldn't sit still at home in most of the time. He always felt that the chefs at home were not good, and he tried every means to go out.
A few days ago, I heard that the roasted beef in this place was a craft handed down from the previous dynasty, so I would never miss it.
When he got to the point, he said that there was something wrong outside, so he left his wife and came over alone.
But I didn’t expect that this restaurant was just next to Lingxiao Temple.
The guy welcomed him upstairs, and he joked with a smile, "You are relying on our spiritual sect to kill, so you are so unscrupulous!
I’m afraid that the fragrance of your beef can float into the temple. I just don’t know if the little master in the temple will be attracted by the fragrance here and have to eat a few bites?"
Fang Congwen was wearing a straight cloth with ordinary coarse cloth, with no trace of patterns on her body, and nothing symbolized her identity.
This is his usual philosophy. What is truly delicious must be among the people. Only by integrating it into the people can you truly taste the folk delicacies.
So his friends often say that when he comes out, he always has to clean up himself.
Others are picking up beautifully and elegantly, but they are picking up like an ordinary person.
Seeing his loving smile, the guy was not at all wary and dared to say anything, so he looked at it and said, "Even if it is the little master in Guan, it is born from ordinary parents. The taste here is not me bragging, it is indeed the only part of our capital. Not to mention the little master in Guan, this taste is probably the only one in Guan's capital, even if the master in Guan smells it, he wants to have a few drinks."
Fang Congwen deliberately smiled and said, "Do you want to, or are you really here?"
The guy immediately laughed, "I'm just kidding! The master is a foreigner. I heard that he can not eat for seven days, and drink some dew for three meals a day, which is enough to save trouble."
Fang Congwen heard this and said in confusion: "Then if this is the case, wouldn't it be necessary to even solve the problem?"
He stopped the clerk by one sentence, and he could only say with a smile: "This master is really good at joking. The young man just said this. He didn't dare to say the old god."
In the eyes of the world, isn’t the national teacher who is in charge of Ling Xiao Temple just an old god?
Fang Congwen had a meal elsewhere before, and he also heard the storytellers talking about the national master. In the mouths of those people, the national master should be an old man with white clothes and white hair.
"But you are a funny guy. You might as well tell you directly. The old gods don't know whether our beef is small. However, the little master in the temple really likes it very much and often sends the people who are cleaning the temple out and quietly brings two servings back."
Fang Congwen showed a look of a sudden enlightenment, then reached out to click the guy next to him, "You are still shocked, but you really can't tell me much about this."
The two walked all the way to the second floor. Seeing that Fang Congwen was about to go up, the guy quickly reminded: "If you think it's noisy, you can sit in the private room on the second floor, but if you feel that it's delicious to eat more people, you can eat in the lobby on the first floor.
But I want to explain to you that the third floor is not allowed to go up to the third floor. There are not many private rooms in total. They have already decided on the big guys. They are private rooms, and they are all private rooms that are used to support the land every month!"
This guy is a real person. When he was talking, his tone was very serious and responsible, and he was really solving the doubts of Fang Congwen.
Fang Congwen nodded with a smile and said, "You kid are honest, it doesn't matter, go up! I've made an appointment with someone."
The guy looked at his clothes, looked at the copper hairpin on his head, and hesitated. After a while, he said: "Old man, don't tease me. The young man is better at work here than many people outside. The three sons next door earn more than me! If I have taken you up now..."
He paused, then lowered his head, as if he was embarrassed by the quarter, "If the boss found out, I'm afraid I won't be able to save my job.
It's very messy outside now, and it's really difficult to do some business. I can't live without my family..."
"You kid!" Fang Congwen smiled, then pulled him aside, "Can I still make things difficult for you as a child at my age?
My old man really made an appointment with someone. Is there already a guest in the third room above?"
The guy 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 last year?"
The guy's eyes suddenly lit up, "Yes, yes, how did you know?"
But Fang Congwen had already walked around him and climbed the stairs directly, "I said I wanted to go up and have a meal. Could it be that I could have lie to you?"
As he said that, in the dude's shock, he ordered another sentence: "I don't like to drink Biluochun, I'll put a pot of Huangshan Maojian for me later."
The guy came to his senses, agreed, and quickly retreated.