The prince is very cruel

Guan Ning nodded: "I haven't been here."

After that, he turned around and left.

Abbot Yang Wen, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly: "Master, you, you are leaving now?"

"Why not stay and eat your vegetarian food?" Guan Ning said with a smile, his black hair was blown by the breeze, and he looked indescribably free and easy.

"No, sir, how about I give you some precious calligraphy and paintings, or some gold and silver." Yang Wen thought to himself, I will feel uneasy if you don't take it.

Guan Ning knew what he was thinking, so he smiled faintly: "No need to do that, just use those things to help the people. As long as you change your ways, I won't punish you."

"This may be your chance to transform, so take advantage of it." He said meaningfully.

Upon hearing this, even a veteran in the martial arts world like Abbot Yang Wen couldn't help but feel a little respect. As long as Guan Ning wanted, even Abbot Yang Wen of Jing'an Temple would be forced to hand over.

But he didn't, instead he asked for relief to the people.

"Yes!"

"I will follow your teachings, sir. If it weren't for you, Jing'an Temple wouldn't have the reputation it has today." He bowed seriously and listened to what was said. After all, in just a few days, he, the abbot, had been praised to the skies by so many people.

The word "relief" can be regarded as the most powerful conspiracy, and Jing'an Temple's popularity is almost comparable to that of Zhongnan Mountain.

Guan Ning smiled. This guy was a smart man and didn't need him to say more.

At this time, Abbot Yang Wen suddenly stepped forward and said, "By the way, since you are unwilling to accept my things, please accept this little token of your appreciation. It will surely be of use in the future."

He handed over a purple sandalwood box.

"What is this?" Guan Ning raised his eyebrows.

Abbot Yang Wen showed a smile that was not befitting of an enlightened monk. Instead, he looked like a normal man and whispered, "Hey, young master, this is the Six Flavors Vajra Pill, a modified version of the Vajra Pill I made."

"The drug is so powerful, it's invincible, and can seduce ten women in one night."

Hearing this, Guan Ning's forehead was full of black lines. Do I seem to need this?

"Are you a flower thief?" His eyes were sharp.

Abbot Yang Wen trembled with fear: "Sir, this is unjust! I swear that I have never harmed any woman. If I break this oath, I will be struck by thunder from heaven!"

"This thing is really just something I researched and sold for money."

"Many wealthy ladies who come to the temple to burn incense have elderly husbands who are often unsatisfied..."

"Stop, stop!" Guan Ning hurriedly stopped him. If he continued, Abbot Yangwen would probably talk about the details. Such a good temple was being run like a pimp, which was immoral.

"Cough cough."

"I don't want the things anymore. Take care of yourself."

After saying that, Guan Ning left.

"Hey, sir, sir!"

"This is really a good thing. Please take it. I will treat it as a gift to you."

"You may not be able to use it now, but you may need it in the future..." Abbot Yang Wen kept shouting towards the ancient temple road, but Guan Ning had no intention of turning back.

At night, the capital city is bright and prosperous with thousands of lights.

Although the Wu Dynasty was facing internal and external troubles at that time, the imperial capital of the Wu Dynasty still maintained an elegant posture of prosperity and peace, and was far from being in a terminal state.

Guan Ning appeared on a tall building, overlooking the alley behind the Zhao Mansion.

He was alone, gazing at the prosperity and joy in the capital, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him like a ghost.

"You came?"

The figure behind him looked a little surprised: "How did you know it was me?"

Guan Ning turned around and grinned, full of dandy air: "I have a very sensitive nose. The fragrance on your body is very special, fragrant but not gaudy, pure but not plain."

"Dog nose, right?" Lou Xinyue said coldly.

Guan Ning curled his lips, but he wasn't angry: "This prince is praising you, and you are so ungrateful?"

"I didn't ask you to praise me." Lou Xinyue didn't give him any face at all. She held a long sword in her arms, her black hair flying like a waterfall, and she looked so aloof and beautiful that it seemed unreal.

Guan Ning was speechless.

"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get married in the future?"

Lou Xinyue sneered at this, full of disdain: "Are women destined to be men's vassals?"