Don't ask where people go

Chapter 1289 Implicated

"What do you want me to testify for?" Awan couldn't help but ask when she heard her own voice.

"Can I assume that..." Murong Qing put down the teacup in his hand, his expression calm, "Miss Awan agreed?"

"Whether I agree or not, I have to wait for the prince to make it clear..." Before Awan finished speaking, she was interrupted by Murong Qing, "I will tell you in detail only if you agree."

He paused and said, "This is for your own good. If you don't want to testify, it's better not to know too much."

However, A Wan seemed not to understand Murong Qing's words and asked directly, "Is it related to Linjia Village?"

Murong Qing raised his eyebrows and motioned for A Wan to continue, and she said, "I know Lin Jian is here. The only intersection between him and Fang Zilan is Linjia Village."

"Miss Awan, you are very smart." Murong Qing's eyes showed a hint of approval, "In this case, you should know what to do."

"Unfortunately, there are things in Linjia Village that I don't know." A Wan bit her lips tightly, "Back then in the village, I was recuperating due to illness, and I was not always with Fang Zilan. But Lin Jian..."

"Miss Awan, it's not difficult to get a small soldier like Lin Jian to testify." Murong Qing's expression turned cold, and he said word by word: "The difficult part is to get the world to believe his words."

He picked up the teacup again and played with it nonchalantly. "A small escort leader who travels all over the country, even if he is not a cunning person, is a smooth person. His words are not credible in the eyes of the world. What's more, he is speaking for the late Duke Xianyue."

"Will people in the world believe what I say?" A Wan said sternly, "I am the female doctor of the Duke of Xianyue's mansion. As the saying goes, a loyal servant protects his master. People in the world will not believe me."

"I know." Murong Qing nodded. "But, Miss Awan, which one do you think is more likely to cause an uproar, to be seized upon by others and thus put the cart before the horse, between the testimony of Duke Xianyue who came back to life and your testimony?"

As he spoke, his words became heavier than the last. When he finished speaking, he casually threw the teacup onto the table. The loud sound was like a knock, which startled Awan.

She understood what Murong Qing meant. Once Fang Zilan came forward to testify, she would most likely be used by someone with ulterior motives to divert everyone's attention to the Duke of Xianyue who was not dead at all. What King Rong'an had done would no longer be important.

Fang Zilan must have realized this a long time ago, but she still wanted to stand up just to fight for justice.

No matter how slim or even hopeless this justice is.

"I promise you." A Wan said in a deep voice, "But you also have to promise me to save Fang Zilan and my master's lives. Otherwise, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost."

"No problem." Murong Qing's eyes were full of confidence. A Wan gritted her teeth and said, "The prince is really confident."

She was about to leave after she finished speaking, but was stopped by Meng Tingyang again, "What do you mean, my lord?"

Murong Qing said quietly, "Miss Awan, if what you said is true, then the only people who know what happened in Linjia Village back then are Fang Zilan and Lin Jian, right?" "What happened in Linjia Village back then, how much do I know? It has nothing to do with the prince." Awan turned her head to look at Murong Qing, her eyes sharp, "Since I promised the prince, I will definitely do it. As for Fang Zilan and Lin Jian..."

She paused for a moment before saying, "If you dare to drag them into this, I will regret it."

"Miss Awan, are you threatening me?" Murong Qing chuckled. Awan turned around and looked at him steadily. "This is not a threat. If it were a threat, I would say - drag you, the prince, into this."

"What did you say?" Murong Qing laughed dumbly. A Wan curled her lips. "I have been with Fang Zilan for these years, and I know what it means to be on thin ice. I have also seen with my own eyes how the ice broke and how she was trapped in it and unable to escape. Prince, do you want to give it a try?"

Master Liaoyuan's 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.

"Okay, the masters have left, you can all go too." Fang Zilan looked at the onlookers. They knew they were in the wrong, so they all dispersed in shame.