"I'm stupid, I'm not, my blood is thicker than water, old Duan!" Wang Yuan said: "How can you know if you don't want him to help you if you don't want to tell me who he is? Tell me who he is, and I'll invite him now."

As he said that, Wang Yuan was going to invite someone.

Wang Yuan didn't believe it anymore. His nephew was made like this. Can the uncle still sit idly by and ignore him?

"You'd better take me to find him." Duan Yanqing said: "I won't come if I invite him."

"Where is he?"

"Tianlong Temple..." Duan Yanqing said.

"Tenlong Temple??!!"

When Wang Yuan and the other two were stunned when they heard these three words.

As we all know, the Duan family in Dali is a sect in the Southern Wilderness, and the real boss behind this sect is Tianlong Temple.

Tianlong Temple is very big. The old monks inside are all Dali royal family and practice the martial arts of the Duan family. Even if Duan Zhengming, the head of the Duan family, arrives at Tianlong Temple, they have to obey.

After all, even if he is the emperor, it is not rare for the monks in Tianlong Temple. Who hasn't been the prince emperor for a few days?

Duan Yanqing was the prince after all, so it was reasonable to have relatives working in Tianlong Temple.

The reason why Wang Yuan and others were surprised was that Tianlong Temple was the real person in Dali. Since Duan Yanqing had this relationship, why was he still made this happen?

Perhaps it is really as mentioned in the book, it is the most ruthless imperial family.

He carried Duan Yanqing on his back, and Wang Yuan and others came outside Tianlong Temple. At this time, the thunder was still there and the rain had stopped.

"Let me down! I can't go in!"

After looking up, Duan Yanqing struggled to slide down Wang Yuan’s back and fell into the mud, making him even more embarrassed.

"Why?" Wang Yuan was puzzled: "It's all at the entrance of Tianlong Temple. Do you still want your uncle to come out to pick you up?"

"No..." Duan Yanqing said tragically: "Tianlong Temple worships the ancestors of the Duan family. What do I look like now? Just hand over this letter to my uncle Master Kurong."

As he said that, Duan Yanqing took out a cowhide envelope from his arms and handed it to Wang Yuan.

It turned out that Duan Yanqing's uncle was Master Kurong, the abbot of Tianlong Temple. Although Master Kurong was not an emperor, he was the number one master of Dali Kingdom and had a very high status.

No wonder Duan Yanqing did so miserably in Dali Country later, and Duan Zhengming didn't dare to do anything to him. It turned out that Duan Yanqing had such an uncle behind him.

Duan Zhengming only dared to play with evil things, and he did not dare to neglect Duan Yanqing on the surface.

"All right!"

Wang Yuan took the envelope, and the four of them carried Duan Yanqing under a big tree at the entrance of Tianlong Temple, and found him a comfortable position to sit down. After feeding some clear water, they entered Tianlong Temple.

Tianlong Temple is a royal worshiper. The monks in the temple are all royal families. Compared to Shaolin Temple, it is very small. In the middle of the night, there is no patrolling guard monk or something in the courtyard.

Master Kurong is the abbot of Tianlong Temple. If nothing unexpected happens, he should always sit in the Main Hall like Xuanci.

After passing through the courtyard, Wang Yuan and the other two came to the Main Hall.

However, there was no monk in the Main Hall, just a woman in white kneeling.

The woman was extremely beautiful and knelt in front of the ancestral tablet worshipped by Tianlong Temple, with tears on her face and slightly closed her eyes and wondering what she was praying for.

"Amitabha!" Wang Yuan stretched his head and looked at the woman and said, "This female donor, the little monk saw you very familiar. Have we seen you somewhere?"

Hearing Wang Yuan's voice, the woman turned around and looked at Wang Yuan with a solemn appearance, as well as Mario, the three of them with fairy spirit behind her, saying: "Little girl, Bai Feng, have you seen several masters and immortals!"

"Baobaifeng..." Wang Yuan frowned and asked, "The princess of Duan Zhengchun, the King of Zhennan?"

"That's right! It's the little girl." Dao Baifeng nodded and said.

"Haha!" Mario smiled obscenely, "I won't stay in Zhennan Palace in the middle of the night. What are you doing here? Are you asking for a child?"

"hey-hey!"

Hearing Mario's words, Wang Yuan and Fei Yun Taxue couldn't help but show a wretched smile.

It seems that everyone knows what it means to pray for a son in a temple in ancient times, but Song Yang is full of questions: "Can you really ask for a son? Be superstitious."

Dao Baifeng didn't seem to hear the obscene aura in Mario's words, but lowered her head and said, "Prince Duan hasn't been in the palace for a long time, I..."

"We understand, we all understand!" Mario said again: "Your prince is flirting with you every day, and now you may be in some womb bed?"

"ah……"

After hearing what Mario said, Dao Baifeng looked like a mortar and looked at Mario with a look of surprise: "Really?"

"That's right, I've seen it only..." Mario was about to say something to Dao Baifeng.

Wang Yuan quickly grabbed Mario's mouth and said, "Where do you come from so much nonsense? Don't you know what we are here for?"

"That's right!" Mario grabbed his head and said, "Miss Bai, do you know where Master Kurong is?"

"Inner Hall!" Dao Baifeng pointed in.

"Thank you!" Wang Yuan hugged Dao Baifeng and clasped his fists, and the four of them headed straight to the inner hall.

On the cushion in the inner hall of the Main Hall was a middle-aged monk. The monk was in his fifties and sixties and looked extremely strange. His face was dry on one side like a centenarian, and his face was indeed as smooth as a baby on the other side. At first glance, Wang Yuan, a brave man like this, was shocked.

"Amitabha!"

As Wang Yuan and the other four walked into the inner hall, Master Kurong said lightly: "It turns out that Master Wuchi, a disciple of the Huhu Arhat in Shaolin Temple, has arrived. I wonder if Master Wuchi is here late at night, what can I see?"

The old monk Kurong had a long breath during his conversation, and obviously his internal strength was extremely high.

"Don't dare!"

Wang Yuan quickly handed Duan Yanqing's envelope to Master Kurong and said, "The little monk is just helping people deliver letters!"

"I see!"

Monk Kurong looked down at the envelope, opened it slowly, looking at the words in his heart, but there was no expression on his face.

After reading the letter, the old monk Kurong slowly put the letter away and said lightly: "Impermanence and no happiness, no self and no purity, neither drought nor prosperity, neither false nor empty, you can let him go back."

“???”

"What's the meaning?"

When Wang Yuan and the other two were a little confused when they heard Ku Rong's words.

"You mean nothing?" Song Yang asked.

"The old monk has already escaped into a monk, so you should not ask about the affairs of the world!" Ku Rong waved his hand and said.

"That's your nephew. He is the only relative of him now. Don't care about him?" Wang Yuan was also a little unhappy. The old monk had no affection at all.

Ku Rong said lightly: "Power, wealth and honor are all false. If this is the case, it is difficult to violate the destiny... Go, I won't see you off."

As he said that, Master Kurong thought with his sleeves, a soft force pushed Wang Yuan and the other two, pushing the four people to the door.

"Hula!"

The door of the inner hall was also closed tightly.

"This...this..." Wang Yuan and the other two looked at each other, but they never expected that the old monk Kurong was so heartless.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

In the Main Hall, the sob sound of Dao Baifeng echoed in the hall, and Wang Yuan and the other two walked out of the hall with dejected expression.

From beginning to end, Duan Yanqing went to Dali to make trouble. He did not want to prove that he was much better than the Duan Zhengming brothers, but to tell them that the things he had thrown away must be taken back.

In the past, Wang Yuan didn't understand why Duan Yanqing hated Duan Zhengming's brothers, but now Wang Yuan also understands it a little.

The reason why Duan Yanqing resented the two was entirely because these two men took advantage of the situation and took the throne that should have belonged to Duan Yanqing.

Duan Yanqing wanted to seek justice, but he had no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth, and he was chased and killed.

There are injustice and debts, and a proud person like Duan Yanqing will not vent his anger on those who do not come out to preside over justice, but will target the Duan brothers who have been unjust.

Duan Yanqing wants justice.

If you want to cheer him up, someone must come out to uphold justice.

But who would have thought that even his uncle would sit idly by and let him die... This makes people so desperate. It is said that Duan Yanqing is a great evil man and has never experienced his pain. Who can persuade him to be kind to others?

Wang Yuan was also very desperate. Everything was easy to discuss. As long as Ku Rong could agree to help Duan Yanqing, all the conditions were easy to say, but this Ku Rong thief was directly expelled guests and kept his door open. He was as determined as a stranger. Wang Yuan really wanted to burn the Tianlong Temple with a torch.

Now Wang Yuan didn't dare to go out and give this back to Duan Yanqing, for fear that this guy would be unable to think about it and force him to give him some fun.

"It's all the blame for that dog thief Duan Zhengming!" Feiyun Taxue said fiercely: "Since it's not his own thing, then I'll just give it back to others? Why don't you let it go?"

"Nonsense! This is the throne!" Mario said: "Stop talking about the lord of a country, just your current identity, can you give it to others?"

"I..." Feiyun Taxue was speechless.

Song Yang was also worried: "Old Monk Kurong is not helping, how can I continue this task?"

"Now there is only one way!" Wang Yuan said: "Take Duan Yanqing into the palace, kill Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun and forcefully regain the throne."

"Just talk nonsense!"

Everyone scoffed at it.

That's the palace. You can't leave as long as you want. It's better to go to Wudang Mountain to assassinate the emperor.

"Then there is no other way!" Wang Yuan spread his hands and said, "Duan Yanqing hated that he was a Duan family. If he couldn't breathe, he wouldn't die. Moreover, with his current situation, he didn't even help his own uncle, so he basically had no motivation to survive."
To be continued...