Chapter: 29

What's more, Zhu Di, who has fought for half his life and killed countless people, is in the eyes of the emperor.

But contrary to Ji Gang's expectation, Zhu Di said casually while gathering the papers on the desk together with his own hands.

"Let them continue to come tomorrow."

Datianjie Temple is still so quiet and beautiful.

It can be seen from a distance that there are many good men and women in the Hall of Heavenly Kings, who are burning incense and praying for blessings.

"Grandmaster!"

Suddenly, a childish voice sounded.

I saw a young monk galloping over, and said to Daoyan who was playing chess with Zhu Di: "Master, go and see!"

"Oh? Did something happen?"

"I... I can't tell! Master come with me!"

Zhu Di had just returned from the imperial prison, and he was in a good mood at this time, and signaled Daoyan to leave him alone.

Listening to the young monk's tone, he seemed to be in a hurry, and in a calm state, Daoyan even looked a little benevolent. He followed the young monk down the bell tower, and said with a smile, "Amitabha, walk slowly, don't fall."

"Thank you for reminding me, master."

After the little monk nodded respectfully, he immediately turned around and ran forward.

Dao Yan followed behind, chanting the Buddha's name lightly, but his footsteps did not stop.

When the two came to the Zhengfo Hall, many pilgrims had already gathered there, discussing a lot.

"Amitabha, all benefactors, please step aside..."

Dao Yan clasped his palms together to salute, and then walked past the crowd.

When he stood still and looked up, he couldn't help being slightly startled.

But he saw Xie Jin, a famous talent in official robes, holding a rope, measuring the size on the wall, and holding a scroll in his arms.

On the ground is the torn Buddhist scroll.

"Master, you're here. This person is too much, he dared to be so unreasonable, and tore up the Buddha soil painted by the master."

"Hey! I really don't know good from bad. My Great Heavenly Realm Temple is a place of predestined relationship. How can he be so nonsense."

When the pilgrims around saw Dao Yan appearing, they immediately accused Xie Jin and reprimanded him again and again.

After dissuading all the pilgrims, Dao Yan closed the gate of the Heavenly King Hall.

"Xie Shi read what is this?!"

Dao Yan originally thought that a smart person like Xie Jin would not make such a low-level mistake. After all, although Xie Jin was a civil servant favored by Emperor Taizu Gao and left to Emperor Jianwen, the situation has already changed hands.

Xie Jin, a waiter who came here by standing in line when the city broke and surrendered, how dare he act wildly on his own territory?

Xie Jin, who was criticized by everyone, smiled calmly and said, "Master Daoyan, Xie feels that this painting of his is more suitable to hang here."

Dao Yan's triangular eyes narrowed slightly, the rosary in his hand was spinning, and his tone was indifferent.