The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

The sudden collapse of the main hall of Xiangguo Temple at night was finally determined to be in disrepair.

The people couldn't believe it one by one.

In the square in front of Xiangguo Temple, the presiding master cursed in his heart and sighed with compassion on his face.

"It was all the poor monks who failed to supervise the place that led to the sudden collapse of the Mahavira."

Master Qingyun stood aside with his hands clasped together as if he were a living Bodhisattva, without saying a word.

The host master glanced at him and became even more irritable.

No wonder Uncle Master insists on letting him be the host and co-author... He is the most suitable person to push out as cannon fodder.

The host wanted to cry.

The people were talking a lot.

"Xiangguo Temple is also considered our Donghuang Royal Temple. The Main Hall is regularly repaired every year. How could it suddenly collapse?"

"Could it be that during the repairs, the money spent on the repairs was embezzled?"

"Most likely!"

"The Main Hall is over a hundred years old, but when I came to Xiangguo Temple to offer incense last month, it looked very strong."

"that is!"

"This matter deserves to be heard by Heaven!"

"Yes! If corruption really exists, it should be severely punished!"

"Correct!"

……

Host master: "..."

What are you greedy for?

The food of the disciples in their temple is not as good as the dogs raised by famous families.

The host master hurriedly spoke.

"Everyone, the poor monk will go to the palace in person to inform His Majesty about the collapse of the Main Hall. However, it is not because of the greed of our temple disciples. It is true...the main hall has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is time to...rebuild it."

Some people spoke out.

"Rebuild it? Where's the money?"

"That's right! Where did the money come from? Did we all donate the money for the sesame oil?"

Some people are more sensible.

"The master in charge doesn't want this to happen, but since it has already happened, it's better to start rebuilding it immediately. After all... I like Xiangguo Temple very much, and the Buddha has always been very effective!"

"Me too! I was thinking of asking for a marriage for my son today! My son is almost twenty-three, and if we don't get married...do I still want this face? Our family's incense will also be cut off!"

……

Just when the presiding master was about to speak to reassure the people again, Feng Mian came with his four younger brothers.

The presiding master busily led all the disciples to salute.

"The poor monk has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and your Highnesses. Your Highnesses are a thousand years old!"

The people were dumbfounded.

Xiangguo Temple is a royal temple, and it is normal for royal blood to come here.

But every time the nobles from the palace come, the temple is under martial law, and ordinary people like them can't see any shadow at all.

Today... not only did I see the shadows, but I also saw the faces of the five princes of the current dynasty.

There is also one of them who is the current prince, their Eastern Crown Prince.

The common people reacted quickly after being stunned and knelt down to worship.

"See His Highness the Crown Prince, His Highness the Crown Prince is a thousand years old!"

"I have met four His Highnesses!"

Feng Mian had a good sleep and felt refreshed.

He first went to the backyard to see little Yanbao, but Uncle Ji said that Yanbao hadn't woken up yet, so he turned back.

The Mahavira Palace collapsed.

It's still late at night.

There are still many pilgrims living in the backyard of Xiangguo Temple, and the news cannot be hidden at all.

He woke up his four younger brothers, discussed it, and then came.

Feng Mian smiled and spoke.

"Everyone, please get up. I and my four brothers are here incognito. You can just treat us as ordinary pilgrims at Xiangguo Temple."

The people were secretly surprised.

Their Eastern Crown Prince is actually as approachable as rumored.

The host breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The people also got up together.

Feng Mian spoke again.

"Master in charge, the Main Hall suddenly collapsed last night. You, Master Qingyun and the disciples of Xiangguo Temple have been investigating the cause all night long. You haven't slept a wink until now. Thank you for your hard work."

The host was so moved that he wanted to cry.

His Highness the Crown Prince has spoken fairly.

He really didn't know why the Main Hall collapsed.

There's obviously no problem.

The explanation was unclear, so when I turned around and came to His Majesty, he was scolded all over the place, which was a minor insult.

Don't even think about being a host, you probably won't be able to save your life.

Only then did the people take a closer look at the master in charge of Xiangguo Temple and his disciples.

The eyes were red and bloodshot, each one looking more tired than the last.

Even the presiding master's cassock was torn in several places, and there was a lot of mud on the sleeves and hem.

The disciples were even worse.

Some disciples had blood stains on their faces.

But even so, they still pulled out fragments of the Golden Buddha from the ruins.

Putting those fragments on the cassock, the fragments were clean. Each of them was more embarrassed than the other, and each was more silent than the other.

Xiangguo Temple is their home.

The Golden Buddha was also built little by little with incense money over the years.

It is the existence that Xiangguo Temple values ​​most.

The Golden Buddha was broken and the Mahavira Palace collapsed.

The saddest thing is the monks of Xiangguo Temple, not the pilgrims like them.

The people lowered their heads and looked embarrassed.

The host master noticed the changes in the people's emotions and quickly spoke out.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said something serious. The poor monk and others just did their duty."

"It's our fault for not protecting the Golden Buddha and the Mahavira Palace."

Feng Mian spoke warmly.

"The Golden Buddha can be recast, the Main Hall can be rebuilt, but the love and care that you all have for Xiangguo Temple, Master Master, is the most rare thing."

Having said this, Feng Mian looked at his four younger brothers.

Feng Erli, Feng Sanlie, Feng Siling and Feng Xiaowu spoke at the same time.

"We brothers have some private money, and we will donate it all to Xiangguo Temple. I hope that you, the presiding master, will personally supervise the reconstruction of the Main Hall."

After finishing speaking, Feng Erli smiled awkwardly.

"As for recasting the Golden Buddha... we... are beyond our capabilities."

Feng Sanlie nodded.

"The main hall needs to be built more grandly. We have spent all our personal money and really have no money to cast another golden Buddha."

Feng Siling: "Looking at the host, Master Haihan."

Feng Xiaowu straightened his belly, turned his head and asked the host.

"Master host, does it have to be a golden Buddha?"

The host master shook his head.

"No, no, no, Your Highness, the Golden Buddha, the Wooden Buddha, or the Porcelain Buddha are all fine. The Buddha is in the heart, not in appearance."

Feng Xiaowu blinked.

"Then, Your Highness, I will ask my mother and concubine if she has any private money and if she can donate some. The master in charge can first erect a wooden Buddha."

The host master nodded hurriedly.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I will think of a solution for the Buddha statue."

Feng Mian smiled.

"Master in charge, although our sister Yan Bao did not come to Xiangguo Temple, after learning about this from the secret guard, she specially arranged for someone to deliver these banknotes overnight."

"I told the masters to use their banknotes to buy some ingredients first, eat and drink well, take care of themselves, and then rebuild the Mahavira Palace."

There was a thick stack of banknotes, with one thousand taels on top.

The common people took a look and initially estimated that it was no less than 50,000 taels.

Some people are confused.

"Your Majesty, doesn't he have a princess?"

"Yan Bao? Who is this?"

……

Feng Mian heard this and spoke with a smile.

"Everyone, our sister used to live in Prime Minister Gu's Mansion. She was the sixth lady of Prime Minister Gu's Mansion. Her nickname was Yan Bao. She is now the princess of Fu Jin Princess, who was personally named by the father."

The people suddenly realized.

"That's the one who pretended to take the little girl's mother back to his house for burial, but ended up returning to the house in despair!"

"I know, I know!"

"Prime Minister Gu is still in prison!"

"Prime Minister Gu and Bobo Yongle are related by marriage. Prime Minister Gu was executed by the Nine Clan a few days ago because Yongle Bob Mansion attempted to murder the emperor's heir. Gu Xianggu is among the Nine Clan!"

"That's great! I heard that Miss Gu Liu's life in Prime Minister Gu's Mansion is worse than that of a slave in the mansion!"

"Little Princess Fujin seems to be only three years old. She sent someone to send a banknote to Xiangguo Temple in the middle of the night. How kind she is!"

"What a caring little princess."

"She said that she should first let the monks in the temple eat and drink well before working. She is so sensible and considerate..."

……

The five Feng Mian brothers listened and looked at each other, smiling.

In the backyard, Xiao Yanbao, whose head was still hurting, opened her eyes drowsily and seemed to hear countless people praising her.

The little guy looked confused.

Ji Wuchen hurriedly called her.

"Yanbao, how are you?"