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Jiang Wanyin saw Song Xiang's concerns and said in a brisk tone: "Sister Song Xiang, it's not a bad thing for me to give up literature and follow martial arts!"

"I intend to marry Yunwen as my legal husband, but the laws of my dynasty are strict. If I insist on doing so, it will definitely bring disaster to my mother and father."

"Although Yunwen has escaped slavery, it cannot change the fact that he once sold himself to a brothel..."

After a pause, she continued, "So I want to pass the exam to become the top martial arts champion, go to the border to earn military merits, and use my military merits to exchange for His Majesty's favor!"

"You're crazy!" Song Xiang frowned and said in a serious tone, "How could His Majesty grant you a marriage with a brothel boy? If you bring it up, where would His Majesty's face be?"

After hearing Song Xiang's words, Jiang Wanyin suddenly woke up as if she had been enlightened: "Sister Song Xiang, I didn't think about these things before. I only wanted to marry Yunwen..."

Song Xiang shook her head, angrily saying, "Sister Wanyin, you have lost yourself since you redeemed Qiao Yunwen!"

"You can't go on like this!"

Jiang Wanyin was a little confused: "I just want to marry Yunwen as my husband..."

Song Xiang shook his head and disagreed: "If you really want to marry Qiao Yunwen, you can re-register him and make a fake identity instead of roasting him on the fire!"

Jiang Wanyin was slightly startled, and hesitantly explained: "Actually, it's not all for Yunwen. I also want to join the army, but my mother wants me to take the civil service exam!"

"There are many beasts in the court today who eat the emperor's salary. I don't want to be with them, so I want to give up civil service and join the military, lead the troops, stay in the army, and earn some fame!"

Song Xiang was moved, and said in a tight voice: "I have many husbands, and I have no choice. Of course, I am not as free and easy as Sister Wanyin, but I also admire Sister Wanyin's courage!"

"If it's not about the arranged marriage, then do whatever you want!"

Jiang Wanyin curled her lips: "Sister Song Xiang, please don't laugh at me..."

"How could it be~"

Song Xiang picked up the fruit wine and drank with Jiang Wanyin. Just as he put down the wine cup, he heard Yutou report: "Miss, there is a little monk wearing a bamboo hat outside the gate who wants to see you."

"Little monk?" Song Xiang was a little confused. He looked at Jiang Wanyin and then ordered puzzledly, "Bring him in!"

"Here!"

Yutou took the order and went out, and soon came back with the little monk.

The young monk looked at the two young ladies in the main hall and recognized Song Xiang from them. He said to Song Xiang directly, "Amitabha, my master wants to invite you to Longhua Temple to see him!"

"Who is your master?" Song Xiang was secretly shocked by the sharp eyesight of the young monk. He wondered how he recognized that he was the person he was looking for. Privately, he wondered who the master was who invited him and why he invited him.

Unexpectedly, the young monk quickly solved Song Xiang's doubts. He put his hands together and said, "Donor, my master's Dharma name is Wuchen!"

Hearing the word Wuchen, Song Xiang stood up instantly in shock, and Jiang Wanyin was no exception.

The painting "Mountain Residence in Dayun Temple" that Song Xiang had obtained before was created by Master Wuchen. Now that she suddenly came to him, could it be related to that painting?

Seeing that Song Xiang was still in a daze, Jiang Wanyin hurriedly walked up to her and said, "Sister Song Xiang, Master Wuchen is the imperial teacher of our dynasty. Needless to say, his status is respected. It is a blessing that you have cultivated for several lifetimes to have him invite you. Why don't you go and see him quickly!"

Song Xiang came back to his senses and apologized to Jiang Wanyin, "Sister Wanyin, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you today. When Sister Tan Yan comes, you can apologize to her for me!"

"Got it, go now!" Jiang Wanyin instructed considerately, "Bring taro with you!"

The young monk said again: "Amitabha, the master only invited Mr. Song!"

Song Xiang nodded solemnly and said, "Let's go!"

Then they left the room, and the little monk followed Song Xiang with steady steps.

When they arrived at the door, Song Xiang had just mounted his horse when he saw the little monk also leading a horse and riding swiftly on the saddle.

There was a hint of strangeness in Song Xiang's eyes, but he quickly put it away and rode his horse towards Longhua Temple.

...

The main courtyard of Longhua Temple.

In a large and quiet Zen room, Master Wuchen was wearing a brocade robe, with 108 strings of Bodhi beads hanging around his neck. He sat cross-legged with his hands clasped together, looking majestic and impressive.

When he slightly opened his eyes, he discovered that his face was like a full autumn moon and his eyes were like pure lotus flowers.

He was born with a face that confuses everyone, but he is a solemn and extraordinary Buddhist.

Song Xiang followed the young monk and quickly entered Longhua Temple and arrived in front of the meditation room.

The little novice monk stood at the steps, and said in a childish voice: "Amitabha, report to the master, the donor Song has arrived!"

"Please let her in!" A soft voice came, very pleasant to the ear.

Song Xiang pushed the door open and stood inside the room.

After finding the direction where Master Wuchen was meditating, he bowed respectfully: "Song Xiang greets the Master!"

Master Wuchen slightly lifted his half-closed eyelids, his eyes were full of light, sparkling: "Are you Song Xiang?"

Song Xiang straightened up and said in a proper manner, "That's right!"

"Do you know why I asked you to come?" Master Wuchen showed his indifferent look again and asked indifferently.

Song Xiang shook his head and said stiffly: "Song Xiang doesn't know!"

Master Wu Chen's expression did not change, he just stood up from his meditation position with graceful movements. He looked at Song Xiang in an unfathomable manner, and he seemed to be walking on lotus flowers when he walked.

He said: "Song Xiang, I came here for you!"

Song Xiang was startled, but said calmly, "Master, you must be joking..."

"Are you kidding? Monks don't tell lies!"

Song Xiang sneered: "But Master doesn't look like a monk."

Master Wuchen was stunned for a moment, not paying attention to Song Xiang's joke, but with compassion in his eyes: "Song Xiang, do you know your life experience?"

Song Xiang raised his eyes, revealing just the right amount of doubt: "Song Xiang doesn't know!"

Master Wuchen sighed and said, "I am here on the orders of His Majesty to bring you back to the capital!"

Hearing this, Song Xiang's expression suddenly changed: "How did your majesty know that I..."

"Are my mother and father criminals?"

Master Wuchen shook his head: "How could someone as smart as Mr. Song ask such a stupid question?"

After that, he walked to the table and sat down, with a faint smile on his lips: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, it's not a bad thing after all."

Song Xiang's heart finally settled down. After she realized what was happening, she felt a little annoyed: "Master Wuchen seems to be playing a trick on me!"

"No!" Master Wuchen hid his smile and poured a cup of tea for Song Xiang. His dark eyes were no longer rippled. "Donor Song, come and have some tea!"

Song Xiang was confused by Master Wuchen's actions. She suppressed her curiosity, walked to the table, sat down, picked up the tea and drank it all.

After a moment's silence, she asked, "Who are my mother and father?"

Master Wuchen frowned and looked worried: "This is a matter of the royal family, I don't know!"