Ouchi Taming the Cat, starting with the Ten Tiger Forms!

Chapter 592 Revisiting old matters
As Master Chenghai shouted this, someone appeared outside and blocked Monk Chengche.

"Brother, it's already noon, how can we hurry on the journey?"

"Besides, if you leave in such a hurry, I'm afraid outsiders will think that Ci'en Temple didn't entertain you well and was impolite."

"Brother, please tell me in detail why you are in such a hurry to leave?"

Master Chenghai walked up to Monk Chengche and held his hand, looking as if he was reluctant to let him leave.

If you don’t know, you would really think that these two are brothers and sisters. Their relationship is so deep.

Monk Chengche struggled hard, but he was unable to break free from Master Chenghai's hand.

This startled Monk Chengche slightly and he frowned tightly.

"When did you become so hospitable, Junior Brother?"

"Haven't you been eager for us to leave all this time?"

Monk Chengche asked in a bad tone.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother thought of me this way."

Master Chenghai shook his head repeatedly, and then explained:

"Brother, I have a slow temper, but I am actually warm-hearted. Look how enthusiastic I am about Fuhu Temple after we got to know each other over the past few days."

Li Xuan and the others were speechless as they watched Master Chenghai lie with his eyes open.

But it can also be seen that Master Chenghai is really determined to keep them.

I'm afraid Master Chenghai also has some bad speculations, thinking that letting Fuhu Temple go would lead to irreparable losses.

"Since Junior Brother Chenghai has this heart, my trip to the capital is worthwhile."

"But people have to go home eventually. We can't stay here forever."

"I have made up my mind to leave. Junior brother, there is no need to say more. The disciples of Fuhu Temple are already ready to leave, so we will not disturb them any further."

Monk Chengche returned the greeting with a Buddhist salute and spoke in a firm tone.

Master Chenghai couldn't help but frown. If he just let Monk Chengche leave like that, wouldn't it be in vain that he asked Princess Ankang and the Eighth Prince for help today?
But at this moment, he couldn't think of a good excuse to keep the disciples of Fuhu Temple, and he couldn't help but feel a little troubled.

At this time, Princess Ankang came out of the room holding Li Xuan and said to Monk Chengche:

"Is this Master Chengche from Fuhu Temple?"

Seeing Princess Ankang come out to talk to him, Monk Chengche frowned but did not answer.

Master Chenghai breathed a sigh of relief, and took the opportunity to introduce Princess Ankang when she came out:
"Brother Chengche, this is the current thirteenth princess, Her Royal Highness Princess Ankang."

At this time, the Eighth Prince also came out, and Master Chenghai continued to introduce:

"This is His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince."

When facing the legitimate princes and princesses, Monk Chengche had to bow to them first.

"I have met your two highnesses."

Princess Ankang and the Eighth Prince nodded in greeting.

Master Chenghai took this opportunity to forcefully pull Monk Chengche into the room.

Monk Chengche was reluctant at first, but Princess Ankang and the Eighth Prince tried to persuade him and wanted to have a conversation.

If they didn't even give this little face, it would seem that the Fuhu Temple was arrogant, so Monk Chengche had no choice but to be patient and stay a little longer.

But Monk Chengche soon discovered that Princess Ankang and the Eighth Prince had a great interest in Fuhu Temple for some reason. They kept asking questions about this and that, leaving almost no opportunity for their conversation to be interrupted.

It was not until the disciples of Fuhu Temple came to ask for instructions from Monk Chengche that the ongoing conversation had a chance to pause.

Monk Chengche suddenly realized that it was getting late. Even though he was unwilling to do so, he had to stay for another day under the urging of Master Chenghai, Princess Ankang and the Eighth Prince.

Monk Chengche then realized that Princess Ankang and the Eighth Prince were also in cahoots with Master Chenghai.

But he couldn't understand why Master Chenghai was so close to these two princes and princesses, and could even tell them the family affairs between their two temples.

In the evening, Princess Ankang and the Eighth Prince even stayed to have a vegetarian meal together, maintaining their interest in Fuhu Temple the whole time.

But at this time, Monk Chengche had come to his senses and immediately said harshly:
"It can be seen that the two princes have some affinity with Fuhu Temple."

"If fate allows, I hope that the two princes can come to visit Fuhu Temple in Jiangnan Road."

"Tomorrow when I leave the capital, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to meet the two princes again."

Although Monk Chengche's words were euphemistic, he clearly expressed his firm intention to leave.

Looking at the back of Monk Chengche as he left, Princess Ankang said quietly:

"Master Chengche, there was some unpleasantness between Ci'en Temple and Fuhu Temple before, and I think there is no conclusion yet. Is it really okay for you to leave like this?"

Monk Chengche paused as he was leaving, but he replied without turning his head: "Your Highness, I will ask future generations about your affairs."

"This is a quiet Buddhist place, so there is no need to care too much about the outside world's evaluation."

After saying this, Monk Chengche quickened his pace and soon disappeared.

Li Xuan frowned, not because he had an opinion on what Monk Chengche said, but because he felt that something was wrong with his condition today.

Monk Chengche used to have a very violent temper, but looking at his behavior today, he seemed less fiery and more gentle.

At least his words are not as harsh as before, and he is willing to spend more time talking to make his words clearer.

"Is it just because Ankang and Lao Ba have royal backgrounds?"

Given Monk Chengche's previous temper, Li Xuan felt that the royal family might not have much deterrent power over him.

Master Chenghai looked at Princess Ankang and the Eighth Prince and couldn't help but sigh.

Now that Monk Chengche has made up his mind to leave, I am afraid that even if they have received news about Jiangnan Road, the disciples of Fuhu Temple have already left the capital.

"Master Chenghai, don't worry, we will inform you as soon as we have any news." The Eighth Prince saw what Master Chenghai was thinking and immediately comforted him.

Master Chenghai nodded and personally saw the two off from Ci'en Temple. They only parted ways when they reached the temple gate.

On the way back, Princess Ankang also discussed what happened today with the Eighth Prince.

The eighth prince was the first to complain: "That old monk from Fuhu Temple is really weird. He has to hide things and can't speak openly."

"Even if the disciple said something wrong, there is no need to be so harsh, right?"

"I heard from other monks in the temple that they were just a few young monks, ignorant children."

The eighth prince shook his head, obviously referring to the fact that Monk Chengche severely punished the disciple who spoke nonsense.

Princess Ankang nodded and also felt that Monk Chengche had gone too far. Even if the rules of the temple were strict, they should not be so harsh on a child.

"Just looking at Master Chengche's appearance today, maybe he has some difficulties as well."

Princess Ankang's words made the Eighth Prince shake his head: "I think it's the Fuhu Temple's problem, otherwise why would it be ostracized? It can't be that the other people in Jiangnan Road have ill will towards Fuhu Temple, right?"

"I think this matter must be not simple."

"It's possible that Fuhu Temple came to Beijing this time just to ask Ci'en Temple to clean up their mess."

Princess Ankang did not make any comment on the eighth prince's speculation.

To be fair, this possibility is not completely impossible.

But at this moment, the window of the carriage was raised and then lowered again.

And in Princess Ankang's arms, there was a black cat.

"Axuan, you are back."

"How about it?"

Princess Ankang touched Li Xuan's head and asked hurriedly. The Eighth Prince beside him also looked over curiously.

When they left the temple just now, Li Xuan did not get on the carriage with them, but sneaked back to Ci'en Temple.

Princess Ankang had her own tacit understanding and got into the carriage without making a sound. She also probably guessed what Li Xuan was going to do.

"Those little monks only had superficial injuries, meow."

"It looks so swollen and painful that it's hard to get out of bed, meow."

"But you'll be fine after a few days of rest, meow."

Hearing what Li Xuan said, the Eighth Prince did not bother to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and immediately said:

"Did the old monk of Fuhu Temple keep people here on purpose?"

"Is there a conspiracy? Or is Fuhu Temple in danger?"

The eighth prince spoke the first half of his sentence with certainty, but seemed hesitant in the second half.

In his opinion, the former is more likely.

After all, Fuhu Temple made excessive demands on Ci'en Temple as soon as it came to the capital. Now that their demands have not been met, they can completely find another way and not take the usual path.

The Eighth Prince did not think that his thoughts were too dark. Instead, he felt that if these young monks from Fuhu Temple got into trouble in Ci'en Temple, it would be a good excuse for Fuhu Temple to launch an attack.

Moreover, Monk Chengche left early, which completely cleared himself of suspicion.

In the opinion of the Eighth Prince, Fuhu Temple is fully capable of doing such a thing.

So, first impression is really important.

Although the Eighth Prince did not express his thoughts, Princess Ankang could probably guess that he was thinking the worst of Fuhu Temple.

But Princess Ankang felt that Monk Chengche was not that bad.

When they first met, they peeked into the room at a Buddhist debate between two temples.

It was said that he was debating Buddhism, but in fact, Li Xuan was just unilaterally bullying the big tigers raised in Fuhu Temple.

At that time, no matter who it was, it would be difficult for them to have any good impression of the arrogant Fuhu Temple. Princess Ankang could also understand the Eighth Prince's thoughts.

But Princess Ankang had different ideas.

"They specifically left the future of the temple in Ci'en Temple, probably because they felt it would be dangerous if they left the capital."

“Who knows, these little monks might be carrying the inheritance of Fuhu Temple.”

When Li Xuan heard this, a strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

Princess Ankang held Li Xuan down first and said hurriedly, "Hey, Xuan, why are you so impatient?"

"Master Chengche hasn't left yet, aren't you afraid of being caught red-handed? By then, even Ci'en Temple won't be able to protect you, and the conflict between the two temples might even deepen. After all, you are still the guardian beast of Ci'en Temple."

But Li Xuan was not willing to listen. He just wanted to rush to Ci'en Temple to confirm whether those young monks had any martial arts secrets hidden on them.

You know, Li Xuan was very envious of Monk Chengche's Vajra Shadow skills.

If he could learn this trick, Li Xuan would be very popular when he goes out in the future.

Although Li Xuan was held by Princess Ankang, he climbed up the window with his two front paws firmly and was dragged up by Princess Ankang.

"Ah Xuan, calm down!"

Yu'er also stepped forward to help dissuade Li Xuan. Seeing that Li Xuan was really disobedient, she hit his head with her hand, making a 'dong dong' sound.

The Eighth Prince standing by was stunned, feeling that it was not right for him to help, nor was it right for him not to help.

And listening to the sound of knocking on Li Xuan's head, he commented in a mysterious way:
"Hey, the sound is so clear!"

Li Xuan, who had climbed to the car window, immediately turned his head and glared at the Eighth Prince, scaring the Eighth Prince so much that he shuddered.

"I...I, I am, I mean, that, the voice..."

The eighth prince subconsciously shrank into a corner of the carriage. He suddenly felt difficulty breathing, dizziness, and weakness all over his body. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Maru spicy!"

The Eighth Prince stopped thinking and could not come up with any more lies. Only these two words kept lingering in his mind.

……

Li Xuan finally let the eighth prince go and saved his life.

But he also left a profound lesson for the Eighth Prince.

I don’t know if the Eighth Prince’s stained face tomorrow will be misunderstood as being disfigured by some young lady.

But at this moment, Li Xuan had no time to think about Lao Ba's romantic affairs, but was discussing important matters with the two general managers.

"The Fuhu Temple on Jiangnan Road?"

After listening to Li Xuan's description, Shang Zongguan and Zhao Feng couldn't help but look thoughtful.

"That monk Chengche does have some issues, but it doesn't seem like he has any ill will towards Ci'en Temple."

Zhao Fengxian spoke first.

"In recent days, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has received a lot of news that Cheng Che and Cheng Hai frequently travel to Chongfu Temple."

“But if you had a special purpose for Ci’en Temple, you wouldn’t have left at this time.”

"New Year's Day is coming soon. The capital will be even more lively then. There will be more people and it will be easier to take advantage of the situation."

"I'm afraid there's something wrong with Fuhu Temple itself, but we haven't received any special intelligence so far."

Zhao Feng expressed his own inference based on the current information from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but he could not get any definite answer.

But the chief steward Shang at the side muttered: "Jiangnan Road? Why is it Jiangnan Road again?"

Seeing this, Zhao Feng immediately asked, "Godfather, why do you say that?"

"Feng Er, do you still remember?"

"During last year's locust plague, the area that suffered the most damage was Jiangnan Road."

"At the beginning, the local officials in Jiangnan Road were afraid of being held responsible, so they concealed the news. By the time the capital received the news, it was already too late."

"I remember that the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent someone to investigate. Is this true?"

Chief Steward Shang confirmed with Zhao Feng.

When this matter was mentioned, Zhao Feng's expression changed slightly, but he still nodded and acknowledged it.

When Manager Shang saw that Zhao Feng did not take over the conversation immediately, he felt a little unhappy.

As the chief steward of the Imperial Household Department, Zhao Feng should be fully aware of the details of this operation.

Shang Zongguan has resigned from the position of General Manager of the Imperial Household Department for many years. Although he still controls some power, the management of the Imperial Household Department is done by Zhao Feng himself.

Manager Shang knew about this operation, which already showed that he had a good memory.

But as the chief steward of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Zhao Feng should have been able to do it easily. Since he had already started, Zhao Feng did not go on to provide detailed intelligence. In the eyes of Chief Steward Shang, this was Zhao Feng's dereliction of duty.

In the opinion of Manager Shang, this kind of low-level mistake should not be made.

They are all warriors, and they can't use their age and poor memory as an excuse to fool people.

As long as the cultivation level is still there, the physical fitness will be several times that of ordinary people, and the brain is far from being confused.

Zhao Feng had been observing people's expressions all his life, so he could tell that his godfather was angry. He sighed and said bitterly:
"Godfather, I was in charge of leading the team to investigate the locust plague in Jiangnan Road..."

"It's Zhao Bugao."

(End of this chapter)