In the capital city, the Zhenguo Temple, which was once crowded with pilgrims, is now quiet and empty.
Apart from a few young monks who were sweeping the floor, no one else showed up.
Lu Ziyan, dressed in dark casual clothes, walked into a somewhat deserted courtyard with ease and walked straight to the door of a wing room without stopping.
Push the door open and enter.
The wing room is not big, and the first thing you see is an old monk sitting cross-legged on a cushion.
Skinny and bony, with weak Qi and blood.
It is indeed the end of one's life.
This is the current abbot of Zhenguo Temple, a highly accomplished monk famous among the Khans.
In his previous life, this old monk died while traveling. When Lu Ziyan’s people found him, he was already dead.
And in this life, he finally brought the person back to Beijing.
I hope this 'eminent monk' is not another person seeking fame and reputation.
In the past two years, there were at least eight hundred "strange people" who died at the hands of Lu Ziyan, if not a thousand.
Among them were many who were truly capable, and who were tempted by the promise of high office, generous salaries and fame to enter the palace with the intention of serving the emperor.
However, their abilities were not enough to satisfy Lu Ziyan.
So, without exception, they all died.
In the beginning, those extraordinary people were the ones who rushed to uncover the imperial edict, but later when the news of the killing spread, it was the soldiers and generals from all walks of life who came to capture people.
As Lu Ziyan entered, Master Kong Jian opened his drooping eyelids, his face calm as always, but his expression changed when he saw who was coming.
"Amitabha," his old face was full of compassion, "You have committed a sin of killing, and this is the only thing I can see."
"Yeah?"
In his past and present lives, he has slaughtered countless people. The Jin Dynasty alone was destroyed twice in his hands. His sins of killing are so heavy that it would be difficult to find an opponent even if you search through all the history books. How could Lu Ziyan care about this?
He said calmly: "Master, you are so discerning, so you must understand why I came here today?"
Master Kongjian was already very old. He put his hands together and spoke slowly, "I am unable to fulfill your request."
"I can't do anything!" Hearing this, Lu Ziyan kicked the wooden table next to him and broke it into pieces. He smiled coldly, "The abbot is just seeking fame and reputation. In my opinion, there is no need for Zhenguo Temple to exist anymore."
In the past two years, there were at least eight hundred "strange people" who died at the hands of Lu Ziyan, if not a thousand.
Among them were many who were truly capable, and who were tempted by the promise of high office, generous salaries and fame to enter the palace with the intention of serving the emperor.
However, their abilities were not enough to satisfy Lu Ziyan.
So, without exception, they all died.
In the beginning, those extraordinary people were the ones who rushed to uncover the imperial edict, but later when the news of the killing spread, it was the soldiers and generals from all walks of life who came to capture people.
As Lu Ziyan entered, Master Kong Jian opened his drooping eyelids, his face calm as always, but his expression changed when he saw who was coming.
"Amitabha," his old face was full of compassion, "You have committed a sin of killing, and this is the only thing I can see."
"Yeah?"
In his past and present lives, he has slaughtered countless people. The Jin Dynasty alone was destroyed twice in his hands. His sins of killing are so heavy that it would be difficult to find an opponent even if you search through all the history books. How could Lu Ziyan care about this?
He said calmly: "Master, you are so discerning, so you must understand why I came here today?"
Master Kongjian was already very old. He put his hands together and spoke slowly, "I am unable to fulfill your request."
"I can't do anything!" Hearing this, Lu Ziyan kicked the wooden table next to him and broke it into pieces. He smiled coldly, "The abbot is just seeking fame and reputation. In my opinion, there is no need for Zhenguo Temple to exist anymore."
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