Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1420 Ordinary
Fang Zilan hit the nail on the head, "Murong Qing, do you think that if you provoke me a few times and say some sweet words, I will be at your mercy?"

"Sister, I've said before, I'm here for you and I won't let you suffer any more." Murong Qing looked serious, but Fang Zilan sneered, "What does the prince want me to do? Kill someone for you, or..."

"Sister, you don't have to do anything." Murong Qing interrupted Fang Zilan and said firmly, "Sister, you just need to watch from the sidelines and see what price those who have hurt you will pay."

"Murong Qing, I am not an ignorant little girl, and I will not be coaxed by your words." Fang Zilan looked back and said coldly: "What do you want, you might as well say it directly, and it still seems to be somewhat sincere."

Murong Qing raised her head and looked at Fang Zilan steadily, "Why don't you believe me, sister? I have no plans for you?"

Fang Zilan laughed angrily and said in a bad mood: "Murong Qing, if I told you today that I am willing to fight for you, would you believe it?"

"I don't believe it, but I do." Murong Qing's hand that was pulling Fang Zilan's sleeve moved up inch by inch and held her wrist. "Today, sister has already risked her life for me once."

"I'm not doing this for you." Fang Zilan gritted her teeth, and Murong Qing nodded, "I know, but I owe it to my sister."

Fang Zilan's little patience was exhausted by Murong Qing, "Murong Qing, if you don't tell the truth, I don't mind using some methods to make you speak."

"Sister, are you really willing to attack me?" Murong Qing softened her tone, which was both flattering and ambiguous.

Fang Zilan grabbed Murong Qing's wrist with her backhand. The thin white part looked like a lotus root node, as if it could be broken with a slight bend.

Murong Qing frowned slightly and murmured softly: "It hurts."

Fang Zilan was unmoved at all, "I killed Mr. Zuo, and you will never be able to forgive me in this life. You are one of those who wish for my death."

"Sister, what I like most is your insufferable temperament. You know you have to suffer a lot, but you are still unwilling to die." Murong Qing suddenly smiled, and there seemed to be thousands of stars twinkling in his eyes. Incomparable.

He paused and said calmly: "Since sister wants to hear the truth, then I will tell the truth. I do have plans for you, but my plans are not for the present, but for the future."

"Future?" Fang Zilan repeated the word, her face as dark as water.

"With my sister's intelligence, I think I have already guessed it." The smile on Murong Qing's face became even brighter, while Fang Zilan's expression became colder, "My eldest sister is in a position where I am walking on thin ice. Why do you think I can sit securely?"

"With your decisiveness in killing, you are more ruthless than your eldest sister." Murong Qing said bluntly: "If I am destined to be the master of the world, then the future queen can only be you."

"Is the Crown Prince joking?" Fang Zilan snorted, "I have a paranoid personality and a lot of injuries. I can't win people's hearts with my graceful dance, and I can't be a mother-in-law who can spread my children throughout the world. What does the Crown Prince see in me?"

Murong Qing looked solemn and said, "Sister, I ask you to become my queen in the future, not for these." Request? Fang Zilan felt indescribably fresh when these two words came out of Murong Qing's mouth. However, she smiled in her heart. She was young but had many means. She was so flexible and worthy of being the person predicted by the high priest's destiny.

Seeing that Fang Zilan was silent, Murong Qing added fuel to the fire and said, "Sister, as long as you agree, all the business in the world will be with the Fang family, so what's the problem?"

"Your Majesty, there is no need to boast. The Fang family is self-aware and is definitely not that greedy." Fang Zilan looked indifferent, "What's more, even if he is the master of the world, he has no reason to control all business."

A voice came from the white gauze curtain of the lotus carriage, "Fayuan, if your heart is obsessed, even Buddhism is nothing but a cage."

Fang Zilan was stunned when she heard the voice. The Master Fayuan in front of her looked to be in his forties, so she naturally thought that Master Yuan should be an old man. However, she never expected that his voice sounded unexpectedly young, probably no more than 20 or 30 years old.

Master Fayuan subconsciously wanted to refute, but Master Liaoyuan did not give him a chance to speak. His tone suddenly became sharper and he said, "The capital worships Buddhism, which naturally gives the monks in the temples supreme glory. But if the glory is too great, it will easily overshadow the Dharma itself, and the shadow behind it will become bigger."

He paused and said word by word: "Fayuan, as the abbot of Longyan Temple, don't think that you can hide the lice under your robes just because you have the blessing of Buddha's light."

Although Master Liaoyuan's words were a little obscure, Fang Zilan suddenly understood. Everything will turn into its opposite when it reaches its extreme. Dajing treats monks with great courtesy, and naturally the requirements are also very strict. This can be seen from the law that disrespecting Buddha is a sin.

Over time, monks replaced the Buddha and were placed on the altar. To some extent, the monks' words and deeds were regarded as the norm, and their influence was so great that it could even decide life and death...

Fang Zilan was more and more afraid as she thought about it. She thought it was a good thing that Master Yuan, a clear-headed monk, stood up with his identity as the abbot of Baiye Temple. Otherwise, she really didn't know what the outcome would be today. After all, no matter how powerful she was, she couldn't fight against faith.

"Brother Liaoyuan is right." Master Fayuan bowed his head and said, "Jiran has returned to secular life today and will no longer have any relationship with Longyan Temple."

"Master, what do you mean by no longer having any relationship?" Fang Zilan chuckled and said, "Could it be that after Master Ji Ran returned to secular life, he can no longer come to Longyan Temple to burn incense?"

Master Fayuan's face was as gloomy as water, but because Master Liaoyuan was present, he could not lose his temper. Just as he was about to say a few polite words to ease the situation, he heard the young monk say, "Longyan Temple is very popular, and I think my uncle has a lot of things to do. Master and I are just passing by, so we won't bother you any more. Goodbye."

Fang Zilan nodded slightly and said, "Thank you very much, Master Yuan, and this little master today."

"Master Fang, you are too polite." The little monk glanced in the direction of the lotus carriage, then bowed to Fang Zilan and said, "If we hadn't seen Master Fang and his party coming to Longyan Temple with such a grand momentum today, Master and I wouldn't have rushed here. Master Fang cares about the people and responds to every request, which is a blessing for Dajing."

"Young Master, you are too kind." Fang Zilan waved her hand. After the young monk drove Master Leyuan's lotus carriage away, she took back the plum sword that was stuck on the door threshold. "Today, I destroyed the door threshold of Longyan Temple. It was really reckless. I hope Master Fayuan will not blame me. I will send someone to repair the door threshold for your temple another day."

"Lord Fang is thoughtful, but our temple is small and cannot afford it." Master Fayuan said coldly, "I won't bother Lord Fang with such a small matter as rebuilding the threshold." After he said that, he turned around and walked back to the temple.