I'm a useless prince, so what if I know a little bit of chemistry?

"Well, it's almost time, we should go." Lin Fan finished his porridge and nodded.

"Don't you want to eat something?" Lin Fan looked at the two of them and asked.

However, both of them refused.

Lin Fan also understood this.

Chu Hu was not used to eating breakfast, and Zhang Guangzhi probably couldn't eat a single bite at this time.

Before leaving, Lin Fan met Xue Qing and his group. They did not greet each other. When leaving the inn, seeing that there were not many people around, Lin Fan whispered to Xue Qing: "We will see the opportunity later. We must be patient."

Lin Fan didn't care whether Xue Qing heard it or not, and took Chu Hu and others straight to a small temple in the east.

Chu Hu was a straightforward person. Seeing that Lin Fan was going to the temple, he asked, "Sir, why are we going to the temple?"

"Let's go borrow something from the gods."

Lin Fan laughed happily.

"Borrowing something from the gods?" Chu Hu murmured, not understanding what the marquis was up to.

The small temple is not big, only the size of five or six rooms.

A young monk was cleaning the temple gate. When he saw Lin Fan and his companions approaching, he bowed and said, "Amitabha, are you here to burn incense? Please come in!"

Lin Fan smiled at the little monk and walked into the temple.

There was an old monk in the temple who was chanting Buddhist scriptures. When he noticed someone coming in, he stopped what he was doing.

"Donor, are you here to burn incense and fulfill a vow?" the old monk asked politely.

"Haha, Master, let's come to borrow something from the Bodhisattva." Lin Fan said happily.

The old monk had no idea what Lin Fan meant, so he was stunned.

At this moment, Xiang Long walked in from outside, and when he saw Lin Fan, he said, "Sir, everything is ready."

Lin Fan took out a gold bar, handed it to the old monk, and said, "Master, I'm sorry, do it!"

At Lin Fan's command, Xiang Long jumped onto the altar and took the vajra from the hand of a statue.

The vajra is made of pure copper and is quite heavy, but in Xiang Long's hand, it feels just right, neither light nor heavy.

The old monk said nothing, just watched.

The old monk's behavior surprised Lin Fan and others. How could an ordinary monk have such concentration?

"Master, you don't blame me?" Lin Fan asked curiously.

"Amitabha, since the donor has come here to get the vajra, it is naturally an act to subdue demons. Why should I stop him?" The old monk was very calm.

Xiang Long smiled and said, "Master, please find me another monk's robe."

The old monk smiled, as if he had understood Xiang Long's intention, and said, "I have a monk's robe in my temple that will fit you just fine."

After saying this, the old monk walked out of the hall and took out a monk's robe from a small room. There was a golden hoop on the robe, which was obviously the clothes of a traveler.

After Xiang Long put it on, it indeed fit him well.

The old monk said, "It seems that I can't keep this one. Well, I will give you a helping hand."

Everyone was shocked. Could it be that the old monk had figured out something?

The old monk laughed and said, "Several donors, are you planning to rob the execution ground?"

Chu Hu's eyes were wide open, and he had already moved several steps towards the old monk. As long as the old monk made any unusual movement, he could subdue him directly.

Lin Fan looked at the old monk and asked, "Master, how did you know?"

"How could I not know? Although the Western Wei was a righteous army, they did not harm the people. I have long admired them. How could I bear to see them killed?"

"That day, this warrior came to my temple to stay overnight. I found that he was surrounded by a bloody aura, so I knew he was a soldier. Naturally, I guessed 80% to 90% of his guess."

Xiang Long was shocked. He had never expected that the monk in front of him would see through him as soon as he showed up.

Lin Fan frowned and asked, "May I know the master's Dharma name?"

"My Buddhist name is Kong Wen."

It was just a small temple and there wasn't much worshipping, so Lin Fan and the others naturally didn't know about it.

The old monk smiled and continued, "But maybe some of you have heard of my secular name. My surname is Zhou and my given name is Tong."

"You are the Iron-Armed Hero, Zhou Tong?" Zhang Guangzhi asked in surprise.

Lin Fan had naturally heard of the Iron-Armed Hero Zhou Tong.

Legend has it that this man was originally from Huaixi. He had been a chivalrous man since he was young and loved to stand up for the weak and the weak. He also had superb martial arts. It was not until ten years ago that Zhou Tong disappeared from the world. It turned out that he came here to become a monk.

"Haha, young donor, you can finally trust me this time, right?" Kong Wen asked.

Lin Fan clasped his fists and apologized, "I'm sorry, but Master, how do you plan to deal with this?"

"I have been invited to go to the execution ground today to suppress the wronged souls."

When Lin Fan heard this, he had another idea and pulled Kong Wen aside to whisper.

Zhang Guangzhi was anxious, but he couldn't hear a word and could only stand there anxiously.

After a moment, the two came back smiling.

"Brother Xiang, just follow Master Kongwen for a while."

Xiang Long nodded and said, "Sir, everything you want is ready and just outside the door."

"Well, Master, I'll go and prepare first." Lin Fan nodded and bowed to Kong Wen again.

Kong Wen chuckled and motioned for Lin Fan to leave on his own.

Walking out of the small temple, Lin Fan was in a good mood. He never thought that he just wanted to borrow a weapon from the Bodhisattva, but he got an unexpected surprise.

Zhang Guangzhi was a little depressed. From beginning to end, he didn't keep any secrets.

Outside the temple gate was a small wooden cart used for business, with a pot, some food ingredients, and the vendor's short shirt on it.

"You two should blend into the crowd first, and then act according to circumstances." Lin Fan instructed Chu Hu and Zhang Guangzhi.

After sending the two away, Lin Fan changed into a short shirt, smeared a handful of soot on his face, dressed himself up in a dirty manner, and then pushed the cart away.

"What are you going to do, sir?"

Chu Hu and Zhang Guangzhi arrived outside the execution ground. At this time, people had already come to grab a spot. The two found a seat near the front and talked in a low voice.

"How would I know? The young master never revealed a single thing." Zhang Guangzhi was extremely depressed and felt a little upset.

Chu Hu raised his head and looked around, and saw many of his brothers dressed as people from various walks of life, already waiting here.

Boom!

A gong sounded, and a hundred soldiers appeared to clear the way.

Behind the government troops, there was an iron prison car, and there were more than a hundred guards around it.

There was an old man in the prison van, who had been tortured beyond recognition, but Zhang Guangzhi recognized him at the first sight.

It was his junior fellow apprentice.

Looking further back, I saw an official in a green official robe sitting cross-legged on a chair, surrounded by several thousand people, making it impossible for wind, rain or water to get in.

"The executioner is here, everyone stay away!"

The soldier leading the way had a ferocious look on his face and whipped people around at will with a whip, completely disregarding the people who were watching the fun as human beings.

The people wailed, but did not dare to step forward to argue, so they could only move aside.

After the officers and soldiers entered the execution ground, they surrounded it in three layers inside and outside.

These officers and soldiers, each holding a sharp blade in their hands and a large crossbow on their waist, looked at the people around them with murderous eyes, as if they wanted to eat the onlookers alive.

"Amitabha! Sir, I am late."