Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

This sudden heavy rain made their way forward more difficult and longer. By the time the downpour had released, the temperature in the mountains dropped and the air became cooler.

Seeing that the raindrops had disappeared, the two of them walked out of the rain shelter. A Yishi's cloak was completely soaked.He neatly took off the cloak, carefully wring out the water, and then hung the dried cloak on his arms.

Jiang Sile raised his head and looked at the blue sky washed by the rain, as clean as a mirror.

"Hurry up~" Jiang Sile turned around and waved to Ayi, who was walking leisurely behind, and gave a rare smile. Her smile was cleaner and brighter than the sunlight that had just appeared, and her eyes were full of smiles.

"Here we come..." A Yishi strode forward quickly, walking beside Jiang Sile, the steps made of bluestone making a sound under his feet.

After the two set off again, they saw the red pillars and the gate after walking for a while.

There is Qingyang Temple.

A Yishi squinted his eyes in the sunshine and looked towards the temple. The knife hanging on his waist also made a sound with his movements.

"It seems we're almost here..." Ayi turned around and smiled, looking at Jiang Sile's eyes that were extremely gentle and caring.

"Okay, hum, those stinky monks still dare to lie?" Jiang Sile looked into A Yishi's eyes, with a smile on her lips, and she said in a deliberately complaining tone.

"Okay, let's watch me beat them up with a knife..." A Yishi continued Jiang Sile's words, and the two of them walked side by side towards the red temple gate.

Perhaps because of the heavy rain just now, the temple door is closed tightly, and there is only silence outside the door.

A Yishi walked forward and stood at the door.He picked up the rusty iron ring at the door with one hand, locked the door, and asked loudly: "Is anyone there? Is the monk from the temple still there?"

After he knocked for a while, he heard hurried footsteps on the other side of the door.

The person who opened the door was a thin little novice monk, who was no taller than A Yi Shi's legs. He opened the latch blocking the door and pulled the door open hard. A Yi Shi was startled when he called the door.

When Jiang Sile saw his expression, he panicked and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Ayi gave him a hand.

After holding him up, he bowed gratefully to Ayishi and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

"Two donors, please come in. Are you two here to worship the Buddha statue?" The young monk tilted his head, his eyes were very innocent.

Jiang Sile smiled and said, "We have a history with the host. This time we come to see the host."

The young monk nodded as if he understood, and said: "Amitabha, the host is currently chanting sutras in the main hall, go this way."

With that said, the young monk walked forward and turned to look at Jiang Sile and others, gesturing for them to follow.

So the little monk quickly led the way, while Jiang Sile and Ayi followed leisurely behind.

When he arrived at the entrance of the main hall, the young monk clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, recited the Buddha's name silently in his mouth, and left. He was very well-behaved.

The two people standing outside the main hall could vaguely see the golden light on the Buddha statue in the main hall. The heavy sandalwood scent of the Buddha's incense hit them, making Jiang Sile unconsciously cover his nose with a handkerchief.

"Grandmaster……"

There were more than a dozen monks in the main hall who were banging wooden fish and reciting Ayi, but they couldn't understand the scriptures. He didn't want to wait for these monks to finish reciting the scriptures, so he shouted.

Monk Yuanli, who was sitting cross-legged at the front and center of the monks, felt that the voice sounded familiar, and turned his head unconsciously. When he saw it was A Yi, he couldn't help but put down the wooden fish in his hand, silently recited a Buddha's name and stood up. . "Junior brother, please also ask me to lead you to continue completing your morning lessons."

Monk Yuanli said a few words to the monk next to him, then stood up and walked to the entrance of the hall, opposite Jiang Sile and the other two.

"Amitabha, you two nobles have something important to ask the poor monk?"

Monk Yuanli, dressed solemnly in an earthy yellow monk's robe, asked with his hands clasped together.

"Yes, master, please find a secluded place and I'll wait for you."

In front of this outsider, Jiang Sile still gave him enough respect and did not make things difficult for him here.

But when the three of them came to a clean and quiet room, Jiang Sile no longer had such a good temper.

Jiang Sile sat cross-legged opposite the old monk. Her face immediately darkened and her tone became aggressive. She snorted and said, "Old monk, tell me what you are talking about! Who on earth framed you in this way?"

Just when Yuanli was dumbfounded in surprise and couldn't even hold the beads in his hand, Ayi made a sudden sound.

Yuan Li's eyes went blank, and suddenly a bright knife was pointed at his head. The sharp blade was right in front of his eyes, and the silver sword body was even colder and colder, making people tremble with fear.

"You...you misunderstood...what kind of frame-up...where does this start?"

Yuan Li's expression also turned pale, his legs were numb while he was sitting on his knees, and his eyes were blurred by panic, but the old monk still forced himself to ask Jiang Sile, who suddenly stood up and turned his face.

"Where to start? Huh?" Jiang Sile looked coldly, and after snorting softly, he gave old monk Yuanli a warning.

"Didn't someone specifically ask you to use this to frame His Highness?"

"Otherwise, the maid that day went to look for a place to chant sutras and worship for the orphan. How could she have found this place? Found Qingyang Temple?"

Jiang Sile became angrier as he spoke, and his tone became sharper and shriller.

Ayi seemed to sense Jiang Sile's displeasure. The sword in his hand was getting closer and closer to the old monk Yuanli. It seemed that the frightening death of suffocation would come in the next moment.

But at this moment, the old monk Yuanli still didn't know why, but he really didn't want to die unjustly and unreasonably.

He waved his hands hurriedly, hoping that A Yishi could calm down. At the same time, he frowned and asked, "Maid? The maid you notified you to hold your soul before you first came?"

Jiang Sile raised his eyebrows and asked, "Soul-souling? What soul-soothing?"

Seeing that Jiang Sile was also confused, Yuan Li immediately felt that something was wrong, as if he and the entire Qingyang Temple were being used as targets.

This made Yuan Li's already pale face even paler. His voice trembled as he said:

"It's not you... Your maid said that there is a noble man who is unstable and mentally disturbed. If I help you, I will donate a lot of sesame oil money to Qingyang Temple."

"You may not know something, but this green candle... has always had the effect of calming the soul, helping sleep and calming the mind for ordinary people."