Zhao Rang changed his mind and asked in a different way:

"Did he tell you to keep an eye on the trading trends in Dianma Market? And there is news about the fourth prince of Lan Mo Kingdom, An Zuo?"

The old scholar's pupils shrank, and Zhao Rang knew that he had guessed correctly!

When he came to his senses, he sighed heavily, walked forward, picked up the wine that Yuan Kexin poured just now, and drank it all in one gulp.

For people who are worried, nothing tastes good when they drink it.

The old scholar did not comment at all on this "Golden Wind and Jade Dew".

He felt that since Zhao Rang already knew so much, there was no need to hide it anymore.

After clearing his thoughts, the old scholar spoke:

"Anzuo and Grandpa were very close to each other. It can be said that they have been friends for many years!"

Counting his age, Third Grandpa Wang can be Anzuo's grandfather. Moreover, one is the fourth prince of Lan Mo Kingdom, and the other is the leading uncle of Dawei Northerners in Lan Mo Royal City. It is not easy for the two of them to get along harmoniously.

"Anzuo is extremely curious about the story of my grandpa's adventures in the North when he was young. You are still young and don't understand the old man's thoughts."

"My grandpa has no wife or children, only three adopted sons. But after all, they are not his biological children. They are separated by a layer of belly, so he is very lonely a lot of the time."

Zhao Rang suddenly understood why Mr. Wang San had to eat at the dining table on the first floor of Xiangtengju every day, just to watch the excitement, distract his energy, and make himself less lonely.

"Perhaps due to Anzuo's identity at first, my grandfather was quite taboo about interacting with him. But after going back and forth like this, the two of them became as close as a grandfather and a grandson!"

Zhao Rang interjected:

"Then the master said something to him that he shouldn't have said?"

The old scholar was stunned.

He probably didn't expect Zhao Rang's mind to be so fast.

"you're right."

"My grandpa once talked too much after drinking...but it wasn't too much."

The old scholar's thin face was covered with a layer of gloom.

"Little brother, have you ever heard of Hachioji Temple?"

Zhao Rang repeated it several times and made sure that he had no impression of it.

"My grandpa and I used to be monks at Bawang Temple. According to the way he was called before he returned to secular life, I have to call him senior brother!"

Bawang Temple is a Buddhist sect in the northern border of Dawei that pursues asceticism.

As soon as believers enter this door, they must give up human greed such as rich clothes, jade food, excessive sleep, etc. Only by holding on to the body through suffering and striving to improve their realm can they practice the selfless middle way.

Mr. Wang Santai became a monk since he was a child. After fifteen years of practice, he took his young junior apprentice and old scholar out of the mountain to make a pilgrimage to Jiuhua Mountain in the south. They walked more than two thousand miles in total, and the two of them paid homage all the way.

But this pilgrimage, neither brother nor brother completed it.

"Halfway through the journey, both of us have returned to secular life!"

The old scholar said, raising the wine glass in his hand.

Zhao Rang really didn't expect that the old scholar and Mr. Wang San would have such past events.

It sounds natural and enjoyable, but it doesn't help the current situation.

“Why have I never heard of this temple?”

Zhao Rang is also well-informed. With his family's position in the north, he should have heard about everything.

"Because Hachioji Temple has been destroyed."

"Destroyed in the military chaos of Dawei's division of the north and the south."

A moment of loneliness flashed in the old scholar's eyes.

"A temple for ascetic cultivation will be destroyed if it is destroyed. Is there anything that can't be said? Is it possible that Mr. Wang San is worried that others will laugh at him if they know that he used to be a monk?"

Yuan Kexin said frivolously.

"Hachioji Temple is indeed no big deal. Just like what you said, little girl, if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. Everything in this world is destined to happen."

"Mr. Wang San's mistake is that he shouldn't have told Anzuo...!"

"Okay, stop talking! It's best that I don't know what Mr. Wang San shouldn't tell An Zuo!"

Zhao Rang quickly interrupted the old scholar's narration.

Zhao Rang understood the truth that a common man is not guilty of having a jade in his possession.

Sometimes not listening to a single word can actually make you safer.

"Aren't you going to save Mr. Wang San? How can you save him if you don't know the whole story? Are you lying to me?"

The old scholar became angry as he spoke.

The thick iron bar he was holding in front of him was about to start dancing.

Zhao Rang quickly protected Yuan Kexin behind him, fearing that the old guy would go crazy and hit her with the stick first.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became extremely tense!

At this moment, the door was slowly pushed open.
Chapter completed!