In the prison of the Ministry of Justice.

Inspired by Mr. Zhao, Wu Chengen finally got inspiration and shouted excitedly to Xu Wenchang: "I announce that the best plot on the journey to obtain the scriptures is about to be born!"

"Is that right?" Xu Wei was immediately excited and urged: "Then you write quickly!"

"What's the hurry? Let's talk about it after I've been thinking for a while. I think they're like you, so I'll just come and write when I pick up my pen!" Wu Chengen glanced at Xu Wenchang and took Zhao Hao's hand intimately:

"Hurry up, please sit down, let's continue to talk about the plot later."

"Hey, I've caught a life-saving straw." Xu Wei curled his lips, but also looked at Zhao Hao with anticipation.

"I really want to have a chat with the teacher to comfort my whole life!" Mr. Zhao picked up Qiao. "But there is no time, we are going to Kunshan soon."

"Kunshan? Aren't Gui Youguang and Zheng Ruozeng's family all there?" Xu Wei's eyes lit up.

"Yes, young master, let's accompany you to Kunshan." Wu Chengen had already made up his mind to stick to Zhao Hao like a candy, and would never let him go until he finished writing "Journey to the West".

For a writer with a long series, it is like walking alone in the vast sea late at night. How happy and luxurious it is to have a beacon to guide the way...

"Oh, it's not OK to go to Kunshan." Unfortunately, the beacon was paid for. Mr. Zhao said with a frown: "My father just started an official, he was just a parent. I am so worried that I don't have the leisure to think about everything."

"Hey, what am I going to do? This is very simple!" Wu Chengen immediately took a lot of advice and said: "I have been an aide to the magistrate for ten years and a county magistrate for many years. I know all the things in the yamen. I will help your father solve them, so you don't have to worry about you!"

"That won't work," Xu Wei became anxious when he heard this. "Then you don't have time to write!"

"Isn't this simple?" He saw Mr. Zhao smiled and said, "Help him finish his daily errands quickly, and let him write a book for you for the rest of the time."

"I think beautifully!" Xu Wei rolled his eyes and said, "Is that messy thing in the county worthy of me?"

"In this way, I am in the mood to help Mr. Sheyang come up with advice." Zhao Hao ignored Xu Wei and said to Wu Chengen on his own.

"Okay, that's it!" Wu Chengen felt that this arrangement was very appropriate. So he sneered at Xu Wenchang: "If you don't help, don't expect to read another word!"

"No, don't, I can't help..." Xu Wei sighed helplessly. Oh, is it easy to be a book fan?

Mr. Zhao went through a lot of talk to make two old men, one tall and one fat... Well, Xu Wei is a little old man, so he invited him out of the prison of the Ministry of Justice.

When they finished all the procedures and came out of Taiping Gate, the yamen was almost off work.

Of course, this has something to do with the fact that the yamen gets off work too early.

Usually before the time passed, officials in Nanjing would carry bird cages and dogs, or go home leisurely, or rush to play around with fun.

Zhao Hao originally planned to take two guys who are not human and ghostly, and let the servants wash and sort out the good life.

Unexpectedly, Xu Wei proposed to go to Wengtang to take a bath.

Mr. Zhao happily agreed, raised a thumbs up and smiled: "I will keep my skin in the morning and I will be covered in water at night. I will be old from Nanjing."

Wu Chengen was also quite excited. In addition to soaking ashes in a bath, he could also soaking inspiration.

Mr. Zhao is not interested in entering the bathhouse with a group of big men with bare ass.

This does not conform to my identity.

But Xu Weifei pulled him together and said that he had suffered a loss during the day and had to see him back.

Zhao Hao had no choice but to rush to the Wengtang outside Jubao Gate with the two old men.

Weng Hall is right next to Dabaoen Temple.

In order to commemorate the raising of his biological mother, Concubine Wang, Emperor Chengzu asked Zheng He to personally supervise and build the Dabaoen Temple.

After completion, foreign envoys and dignitaries would come here to worship. Before worship, they had to take a bath here, so this was once the most advanced bathhouse in the Ming Dynasty.

Although the capital has been moved to Beijing now and there are no rules before entering Dabaoen Temple. However, Wengtang is still the top bathhouse in Nanjing and is deeply loved by noble officials.

The men often stay in there for a day, and completely regard taking a bath as life.

At dusk, everyone came to the Weng Hall. Seeing the glittering glazed tower not far away, Zhao Hao slapped his head and said, "Oh, I almost forgot. I have an appointment with Master Xuelang today."

After saying that, he left as if he ran away.

"I also said that I was honest, but I dare not meet with each other." Xu Wei curled his lips.

"Don't care about him, let's go and take a bath." Mr. Zhao pulled Xu Wei and Wu Chengen to the bathhouse. "How can young people know the beauty of taking a bath?"

"That's right." Xu Wei shook his long hair and walked into the urn hall like two yurts covered with tiles.

The conversation was divided into two parts, and Zhao Hao really had an appointment with Xuelang.

To be precise, Xuelang asked him to come to Xiangguo Temple and said there was something good for him to show him.

If you don’t come, you will bring someone to the door to invite him with a suona.

When Xuelang heard that he came to the appointment, he was so happy that he ordered the little novice monk to open the temple gate and welcome Mr. Zhao with the highest courtesy.

Seeing the two vermilion doors slowly open, dozens of monks wearing cassocks, holding bowls, chimes and wooden fish in their hands, and went out in two queues to greet them, Mr. Zhao was shocked.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Hao looked awkwardly at the snow waves wearing a colorful cassock, a monk's hat, and a purple gold staff.

"It is entirely up to the support of Mr. Zhao, so that Dabaoen Temple can rebuild the temple." Xuelang said seriously: "If you know your kindness but don't seek repayment, you will be a monk. This is the only thing that the temple wants. Thank you again for Mr. Zhao!"

With the sound of the Sanskrit, Xuelang bowed solemnly to Mr. Zhao, and then led him to the temple.

After setting a distance from the monk below, Xue Langfang whispered to the credit: "Is it good? Ordinary governors, only when the Duke of the State comes will receive this treatment."

"I thank you." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and thought to himself that he was like this. "It's still raining, you can really make trouble."

"This is also a kind of practice." Xue Lang said piously.

If the two little novice monks who held umbrellas for him left, this might be more convincing.

After saying that, he smiled faintly and said, "Besides, the little monk left immediately. If you don't make a good deal of your contribution, how can you be worthy of your contribution?"

"Hey, aren't you the host?" Zhao Hao asked strangely.

When Xuelang raised 50,000 taels of silver, he became the leader of Dabaoen Temple in one fell swoop. It has been less than a year since then.

"It's too complicated to be a presided over the worldly affairs, and it's too involved in practice." Xue Lang first answered seriously, and then whispered: "It's so satisfying."

"That's right." Zhao Hao agreed deeply. For the reputation of this Ming Dynasty royal temple, he shouldn't let this monk Hua continue to be the presidency.

"Then where are you going?"

"Kunshan Huiju Temple."
Chapter completed!