Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

It was strange that when they finally reached the dilapidated temple on the top of the mountain, they saw the same dilapidated scene. However, surprisingly, the Buddhist hall in the dilapidated temple had obviously been carefully cleaned.

Qian Ming sniffed hard and suddenly shouted excitedly, "Oh my! That's the aroma of roasted chicken! I guess the refugees living here must have hunted down some pheasant or other game and are roasting it."

Zhang Jingwei, standing by, frowned and said doubtfully, "But I've never heard of any refugee carrying all sorts of spices with them, let alone something like cumin!"

Hearing this, Qian Ming couldn't help but nodded and said in agreement: "Master, what you said does make some sense. Why don't we go in and see what's going on?"

After a brief thought, Zhang Jingwei waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go!"

The two walked out of the Buddhist hall and saw several guest rooms scattered throughout the temple. However, what was surprising was that although the temple was filled with the thick smell of fireworks and even a half-roasted chicken was placed on the bonfire, there was no sign of a single person.

Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "Wow, this place is really clean!"

At this time, Qian Ming also muttered to himself thoughtfully: "It's really strange. You know, there haven't been any major disasters on both sides of the canal this year. According to common sense, there shouldn't be so many refugees fleeing to Yunzhou."

Zhang Jingwei then shook his head and added, "And in my opinion, these refugees probably don't have the leisure to keep this place so neat and tidy."

Qian Ming looked at Zhang Jingwei with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "Master, looking at you like this, have you figured out something?"

Zhang Jingwei frowned and replied solemnly, "This place gives me the feeling that it's a bit like a psychological crime scene after a murder!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Ming couldn't help but burst out laughing and teased, "Young Master, you must have read too many strange magazines. You really have a rich imagination!"

Zhang Jingwei rolled his eyes at him and continued, "I hope I'm just overthinking it. Maybe some high-ranking monk who particularly loves roast chicken left these traces while worshipping or cleaning the temple!"

Qian Ming shook his head and retorted, "Monks don't like killing. In my opinion, it must be some particularly clean-loving refugee who made a fire here to cook!"

Zhang Jingwei nodded, as if he thought Qian Ming was right. He then turned his gaze to Qian Ming and asked with a hint of concern, "But then again, although you've been in the army for many years, it seems you haven't learned much besides the art of roaming the streets! What if we really encounter some ferocious beast like a mountain monster, leopard, or tiger? What should we do then?"

Qian Ming patted his chest and assured confidently, "Young Master, don't worry. Since I dared to bring you here, your personal safety can at least be guaranteed!"

However, Zhang Jingwei was still skeptical about Qian Ming's words. He moved cautiously and tiptoed to carefully examine this mysterious courtyard.

What is strange is that the Zen rooms are dilapidated and can no longer be lived in, but one of them is not only clean, but the scriptures on the table are neatly arranged, and the ink in the inkstone is still wet.

Qian Ming's expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed: "It seems that the young master is right, there is indeed a monk here... Oh, no!" Before he finished speaking, he rushed out the door like a gust of wind.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingwei also hurriedly chased after him, shouting as he ran, "What's going on?! Why are you so panicked?"

Qian Ming said with an annoyed look: "This roasted chicken is burnt!"

After hearing this, Zhang Jingwei's face was immediately filled with black lines, and he cursed in his heart that this guy was really greedy and made trouble. However, at this moment, Qian Ming quickly reached out and broke off a chicken leg, put it into his mouth without hesitation and chewed it with big mouthfuls.

Zhang Jingwei stared at him with wide eyes and asked worriedly, "Aren't you afraid that this roasted chicken is poisonous?"

Qian Ming replied nonchalantly, "What am I afraid of? Since the food is made by monks, they will definitely not take my life..." But before he finished speaking, he fell straight to the ground without any warning.

Zhang Jingwei was horrified and rushed forward to shake Qian Ming's body vigorously, shouting anxiously: "Hey! Hey! Qian Ming! Wake up! Oh my God, what is going on?"

Zhang Jingwei was already somewhat panicked at this moment. He looked around cautiously and shouted, "Who on earth dared to do such a despicable thing as poisoning someone? If you have the guts, come out and confront me!"

Only a deep male voice was heard from the Zen room: "Humph, you have some courage!"

Zhang Jingwei's eyes widened with anger as he shouted, "Who are you hiding so low and dare not show your face? Tell me your name now!"

The man responded calmly, "I'm just an ordinary monk in this temple."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei turned around suddenly and was surprised to find a scholar in blue clothes dragging the unconscious Qian Ming slowly out of the yard.

Zhang Jingwei was puzzled and subconsciously called out his name: "Chen Jianxiong?!"

The scholar in green clothes laughed and said, "It's just a knockout drug. He just fainted. Just take a nap. The teacher wants to talk to you!"

Zhang Jingwei began to recall the teacher of Xinxue that Chen Jianxiong had revealed earlier, and suddenly realized and asked, "Could you be Li Zaizhi?"

The voice in the Zen room rang out again: "Since you know my name, we can talk!"

Without hesitation, Zhang Jingwei rushed into the quiet Zen room. To his disappointment, it was completely empty, not even a ghost in sight. Just then, a mysterious, ethereal voice suddenly echoed through the room: "In the far west, there exists an organization called the Holy See. Among them is a priesthood known as the Fathers. They often conceal their faces, yet they use their voices to answer questions and resolve doubts for the world. This is truly a meritorious deed!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingwei hurriedly shouted, "Your Excellency, can we meet? I'm eager to know if you're the person I've been imagining." The voice replied with a hint of a smile, "Who exactly is this 'he' you're referring to, young friend?"

Zhang Jingwei explained: "The 'he' I was talking about was actually my workshop director!"

The voice sounded a little surprised: "Oh? Director? And it's only limited to a small car. This is really rare!"

Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but roll his eyes and said unhappily, "Oh, it's not your kind of 'car'!"

Then, the voice said gently, "My friend, if you have any questions at this moment, perhaps I can provide you with some answers and help."

Zhang Jingwei's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Well, alright then! Excuse me, Father... I should have been dead, so why am I here again?"

The voice slowly came, as if imbued with endless meaning: "Those souls wandering the world are mostly due to unfulfilled wishes. Once you can truly let go of these obsessions, you will be instantly liberated and return to your destined destination."

After hearing this, Zhang Jingwei's eyes reddened slightly, and he continued to ask expectantly: "So, are you my master? To be honest, I really want to go back home now!"

Only a mysterious and ethereal voice could be heard: "I can be, or I can not be. If you are so persistent in your thoughts, then wherever you turn back is home!"

Zhang Jingwei, who was standing still, heard this, a look of doubt and confusion on his face. He muttered to himself, "Turning back...are they asking me to go back into the coffin?"

The voice didn't respond immediately. Instead, it paused briefly before continuing, "Everything in the world is interwoven by cause and effect. If you don't sow good seeds, you won't be able to reap good fruits."

Zhang Jingwei seemed a little impatient when he heard this. He reached out and took off his hat, threw it aside, and muttered, "Why do all the masters talk so confusingly and abstrusely? Can you please say something that people can understand?"

At this moment, the voice suddenly raised its volume and shouted with a hint of surprise: "So-called good karma... Oh, you actually cut your hair short!"