After Rebirth, She Becomes the Revenge Queen-Chapter 546 - 356 My Yulang_3

Chapter 546: Chapter 356 My Yulang_3
Pei Zhan directly asked, "Where did they go?"
"Longquan Temple inside the northern city gate."
Fu Zhen immediately said, "It’s easier to handle things within the city."
Pei Zhan nodded, "Let’s go directly to Longquan Temple."
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The previous dynasty revered Buddhism, and over a few centuries, built numerous temples in the capital city. Longquan Temple was considered historical, edly a branch of a famous temple on Mount Song.
Thus, this temple covers quite a large area, with four consecutive main halls, and a small hill at the end.
Yang Yi pushed open the temple gate and, after showing the Jade Token, smoothly reached the hill behind.
The hill was planted with fruit trees for all seasons. There were also two small Zen temples, where visitors usually stayed, so the monks were not surprised by their purpose.
The two of them followed the path up the hill, guided by the trees, arriving at an inconspicuous piece of land halfway up.
He Zhao squatted down, compared the nearby trees, then calculated the position and used a sword to dig up a layer of soil.
Three inches below the surface was a stone tablet, He Zhao turned his head, "This is it."
After saying that, he restored the soil to its original state and then lit incense, candles, and money paper.
Pei Zhan and Fu Zhen hurriedly arrived at Longquan Temple, received directions from the monks, and went straight toward the hill behind the temple.
But before reaching the courtyard wall leading to the hill, Fu Zhen turned his head to look at the Zen temple on the other side of the temple.
"What’s wrong?"
Pei Zhan noticed something odd.
Fu Zhen took his hand and pointed toward the Zen temple with his other hand, "It seems there are important people staying here tonight."
The Zen temple over there was brightly lit, although the bright moonlight was still insufficient for them to see clearly from such a distance, the shadows of people coming and going under the eaves were clearly visible.
Pei Zhan led him down the hill, "It’s probably just some high official from the court, let’s find the royal firstborn first."
Fu Zhen agreed, so they crossed the courtyard wall side by side.
The evening wind swept through the woods, rustling overhead.
The burning incense was densely covered by the thick tree branches.
After Yang Yi burned the last piece of paper, he knelt on one knee, gazing at the mound of earth in front of him.
The burnt paper brightened to dimness, eventually turned into a wisp of blue smoke.
In the end, even this wisp of blue smoke vanished into the wind.
He Zhao silently accompanied on the side, the two of them appeared like stone statues.
Suddenly, He Zhao glanced to the front side, then said, "My lord..."
Yang Yi also lifted his head, only to see a lantern light up on the front side, appearing to be another master-servant pair, slowly approaching them.
The person leading was dressed in a loose robe, and when the evening breeze blew by, the high-quality fabric fluttered lightly, delineating his slender figure like a kite falling into the forest.
Though their pace was slow, they drew nearer.
Yang Yi slowly straightened, gazing at them.
Until they finally stopped in front of him, he stepped forward.
The person stopped his pace, unable to control his breath, he covered his lips and lightly coughed a few times, then calmed his breath, looked up and smiled, "Brother."
...
Pei Zhan pulled Fu Zhen across the courtyard wall, stepping onto the stone path leading to the Zen temple on the hill.
However, just as he steps onto the first flight of stairs, a flickering light from the forest catches his eye.
He suddenly halted his steps. This time, it was Fu Zhen’s turn to be puzzled, "What’s wrong?"
Pei Zhan furrowed his brow, "There’s a lantern in the woods."
Fu Zhen paused, looked intently and indeed saw that the flickering light wasn’t from burning paper but actually from a lantern.
Yet, before he could ponder further, Pei Zhan had already wrapped his arm around her waist and swiftly whisked her to the nearby shadows.
"There’s someone."
Pei Zhan whispered in her ear, his eyes shone brightly looking at the foot of the mountain ahead, "And there’s more than one."
Fu Zhen touched the hand still around her waist, then sweetly said, "My dear Yulang, you’re so quick-witted."
A rush of blood flushed abruptly to Pei Zhan’s face, turning it completely red with embarrassment.
He instantly spoke weakly, like a mosquito buzz, "First, look in front... that’s not He Zhao, nor is it the royal highness, who are they? Why are they standing guard here?"