Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Jie Yuan's face remained unchanged, and he said: "Benefactor, sometimes it's a good thing to be muddled."

"What about him, are you going to let him live his whole life in a daze?" Yan Qiaotian asked tentatively.

"What does the benefactor mean?" Jie Yuan asked.

Yan Qiaotian smiled slightly and said, "Why did the master become a monk one month after Li Qiao passed away? Is it because he was afraid of facing the emperor, or because he was afraid of facing his inner fear?"

"Almsgiver, the poor monk is no longer a man in the mortal world. The poor monk doesn't want to bother with these mundane worlds." Jie Yuan continued to look like a giant traveling thousands of miles away, making Yan Qiaotian not know how to answer the question, he shook his head helplessly and said : "Since the master has repeatedly shied away, then I have nothing to say, but the world will not be peaceful, and the people will soon face dire straits. Alas, since the master wants to stay out of the way, then I have nothing to do. It seems that the emperor is getting thinner and thinner. I really can't bear the appearance of dying soon."

Jie Yuan was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes tightly, twirling the beads in his hands, and said absently: "It's getting late, the benefactor, please go back."

Yan Qiaotian got up slowly, and the letter that had been hidden in his sleeve fell out without a trace, Yan Qiaotian pretended not to see it, and quickly left the meditation room.

This night was a long one for Yan Qiaotian, not only was he waiting for Dong Lang's return, but he was also waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that could save himself or make Wu Fuqian.

Fortunately, after dawn, good luck came suddenly.

As soon as Yan Qiaotian opened the door of his room, he saw Jie Yuan standing in front of the door with a hurt face, hesitating to speak, Yan Qiaotian somehow guessed it, he stepped aside slightly, then bowed and said : "Master please."

Jie Yuan walked into the room uneasily, the Buddhist beads in his hands were being picked up quickly by him, his haggard face and sunken eye sockets indicated that he must have stayed up all night last night.

"Master got up so early, is there something important?" Yan Qiaotian asked knowingly.

After hesitating for a moment, Jie Yuan took out the letter that Yan Qiaotian had dropped last night from his sleeve, handed it to Yan Qiaotian tremblingly, and said, "This was written by Li Qiao before he died?"

Yan Qiaotian accepted the letter pretending not to understand, and after a quick glance, said with a smile: "I said why can't I find it, so it was left in the master's room."

"It was indeed written by Li Qiao before he died, but Prime Minister Li was ashamed to present this letter to the emperor, so we can see it." Yan Qiaotian sighed deeply after finishing speaking, and said, "Oh, Li Qiao also Poor, in such a short life, he is still someone else's substitute."

"How would he know that the person in the emperor's heart is not him?" Jie Yuan tentatively asked.

Yan Qiaotian put the letter into his sleeves, shrugged and said helplessly: "I don't know about this, maybe the emperor mentioned it by accident, or Li Qiao himself discovered something strange?"

"Impossible. If the emperor doesn't like him, how could he ask him to enter the palace? If Li Qiao found something, why wouldn't he tell me?" Jie Yuan argued eagerly.

"Then what does Master mean?" Yan Qiaotian threw this mystery to Jie Yuan.

Jie Yuan felt a little irritable, his hand holding the Buddhist beads trembled slightly, he looked at Yan Qiao with a sad face and said: "The poor monk really doesn't know, the poor monk just thinks that the emperor's favorite person must be Li Qiao."

"Master, why should you deceive yourself? Li Qiao's letter has made it very clear that what the emperor likes is the person who used to accompany him on the swing and fish by the pond in the Imperial Garden, but Li Qiao has never done these things because he is afraid of water. , so he never goes to the water." After Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, she stared at Jie Yuan and said, "But Master seems to be very good at water. When he first came to Shaolin Temple, he once rescued a village boy baby."

"How does the benefactor know?" Jie Yuan looked at Yan Qiaotian and asked in surprise.

Yan Qiaotian shrugged and sat down at the table, saying: "It's not difficult to know, as long as you walk around the temple, you will naturally know everything about the master."

"It seems that the benefactor has put in a lot of effort to come?" Jie Yuan continued to twist the Buddhist beads in his hand.

"If you work hard, it won't be enough, but I know that you are actually the one who makes the emperor miss you every day." Yan Qiaotian asked with serious eyes.

As soon as Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, the thread of the beads in Jie Yuan's hand suddenly broke, and the beads scattered on the ground, making a crackling sound.

Jie Yuan stared blankly at the scattered Buddhist beads, and murmured after a long time: "Oh, it is fate, even if you want to escape, there is nowhere to escape."

"Master, since you are destined, why do you want to run away? I think you don't want to ruin an emperor, nor a dynasty." Yan Qiao Tianyu comforted him earnestly.

Jie Yuan sighed deeply, then closed his eyes helplessly, and said: "The poor monk is just a small monk, and his practice is still shallow, and he is really helpless to the request of the benefactor."

Yan Qiaotian laughed and said: "If the master has no worries in his heart, then why did he come to look for me today. If the master still has concerns, then why don't you go back with me and take a look, maybe the master will feel differently this time."

The Precept Department was a little embarrassed, he avoided Yan Qiaotian's eyes, lowered his head and said thoughtfully: "Since the poor monk has committed himself to Buddhism, he will not enter the world again. I hope the benefactor will not embarrass the poor monk."

"Hmph, can Master be sure that when he was ordained, he was already bound by the world? Also, hasn't the Master really used chanting scriptures to cover up his mortal heart all these years?" Yan Qiaotian continued without waiting for Yuan Yuan to refute. , "The master deceived himself and wanted to stay in Shaolin Temple. I really have no way to influence the master's thoughts, but if the master wants to deceive the Buddha, it seems unreasonable. After all, the Buddha's eyes are sharp."

Jie Yuan clasped his hands together, and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Amitabha."

Yan Qiaotian wanted to continue to say something, but he heard footsteps coming from far and near, as if they were walking towards his own room, so he walked to the door and watched the direction of the person coming.

Soon, Master Wu Hui could appear at the corner of Yan Qiaotian's house.

Master Wuhui looked at Yan Qiaotian who was standing in front of the door, and said with a smile: "It is said that the master has good ears, seeing her today, it really is not a good name."

"Master Abbot's skill is far superior to others, this time it's just a fluke." Yan Qiaotian bowed slightly and said with a smile.

Wu Hui glanced at Jie Yuan in the room, then raised the corners of her eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "Jing Yuan is here too, so there is no need to send someone to call for it."

"Master." Jie Yuan looked back at Wu Hui, said with a slight bow.

Wu Hui walked into the room, glanced at the scattered Buddhist beads on the ground and smiled softly: "It seems that this Buddha's fate may be exhausted."

Jie Yuan bowed and said: "The disciple will send someone to string it up."

Wu Hui stopped Jie Yuan who wanted to bend down to pick up the beads, and said, "It's okay, since there is no fate, the poor monk thinks it's better to let nature take its course."

"Master, this disciple is really sincere to the Buddha, and I hope the master will be perfect." Jie Yuan put his hands together and said.