The prince is very cruel

Guan Ning took a deep breath: "Okay."

"Then it's settled. I'll be waiting for you in the alley behind the Zhao residence at midnight tonight."

"Okay!" Ning Xiu nodded repeatedly.

Guan Ning subconsciously wiped the crystal tears from the corners of her eyes. Ning Xiu was stunned for a moment, looked over, and quickly looked away.

"Well, I'll go back first."

"It's getting late now. If we go back late, Zhao Yi will get suspicious."

Guan Ning said: "Then I'll see you off."

"No, there are too many people here. It will be bad for the young master's reputation if others see us." Ning Xiu said with difficulty, but she was sincere and was thinking about Guan Ning.

Guan Ning's lips moved, but he gave up. He watched Ning Xiu leave and couldn't help sighing: "Zhao Yi, that bastard, ruined such a good girl!"

"Yes, Prince, there's probably no other Miss Ning like her in this area."

"Her entire family was killed by Zhao Yi, and she was forced to marry into the Zhao family as a concubine. What a torture this must have been for her."

"And she's certainly not the first victim."

Guan Ning took a deep breath and said, "God has eyes. Zhao Yi's good days are coming to an end."

As he spoke, a sharp murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

……

After Ning Xiu left, Guan Ning did not rush to leave, but instead inspected the situation in Jing'an Temple.

Abbot Yangwen is the head here, and he is a talented person. He has been cheating people by relying on self-study and a set of cassocks he picked up. He has been preaching everywhere and has more than fifty disciples. But without exception, none of them are real monks. They are all swindlers who are selling dog meat under the guise of sheep meat.

Their rhetoric and behavior have formed a system that specifically targets the wealthy people in Beijing. They are not interested in the poor, as they believe they cannot make money there.

This is also the reason why Jing'an Temple has not been very popular. However, this disaster relief has pushed the reputation of Jing'an Temple to a high point.

"Sir, this is the last area of ​​Jing'an Temple, which is also the alchemy room."

"You also make elixirs? Isn't this something only Taoists can do?" Guan Ning was surprised.

"No, sir, Buddhists also make elixirs. Sometimes those rich ladies will come to ask for medicine, and I will go with the flow and sell it to them." Yang Wen said with a smile.

Guan Ning despised.

"Is this pill of yours made of flour?"

Yang Wen was shocked: "Sir, how did you know?"

Guan Ning was speechless. He actually guessed it right. It seemed that our ancestors had already started doing this.

"But sir, there are also real ones."

"Over the years, I have learned a lot of real skills through self-study. Some elixirs are of great use!" Abbot Yang Wen said seriously.

"For example?" Guan Ning raised his eyebrows.

"For example, the Vajra Pill in Buddhism, this is real!" said Abbot Yang Wen.

"Vajra Pill? What is it for?" Guan Ning was curious.

Abbot Yang Wen chuckled and said, "Sir, it's for men."

Guan Ning understood instantly.

"You must have made a lot of money from this, right? This thing is very profitable." His eyes were meaningful. Although fake monks like Yang Wen were cheating, it must be said that they had some skills.

"No, no, no, sir, the Buddha's elixir is all about fate, not money." Abbot Yang Wen said seriously.

Shengqi and others looked down on him.

Guan Ning looked up at the sky and saw that it was almost dark.

He had visited almost all of Jing'an Temple's 72 meditation rooms, the front and back double halls, the 32 gilded Buddha statues, and an alchemy room.

"You've done a good job in providing relief to the people and distributing porridge and rice. The past events are over."

"But I want to remind you, don't do those things that hurt your conscience in the future, otherwise you will suffer backlash. Even if you sell pills, don't sell fake ones. Those rich people are not all fools."

"You have a dirty background. Once you are caught, all of you and dozens of others will lose their heads." Guan Ning warned calmly.

Upon hearing this, Abbot Yang Wen, a saint in the eyes of outsiders, was as if he had been pardoned. He knelt down before the young man Guan Ning on the spot and said, "Yes, yes, thank you very much, sir. Thank you very much, sir!"

"From now on, I will definitely clean up my act and never again cheat or deceive others!"

As he spoke, he was about to cry. He had not slept well in the past few days. He was afraid that Guan Ning would take action against him, so he kept providing relief to the people.