San Bao's serious expression, even Gong Huiyu, who usually had no interest in Li Chen's work affairs, kept looking sideways.Li Chen rose to his feet and walked to the entrance of Xizheng Hall. Lookin...Chapter 1563: Tea, Brewed

The person you want seems to be arriving.

King Ning leisurely began brewing tea, without raising his head, he said: "You're just sitting here so stiffly, not planning on making a surprise move"

"No need."

Ji'an shook his head, his snow-white eyebrows dancing in the wind. He spoke in a tone that seemed to pierce through the veil of worldly affairs: "After my two previous failures, I pondered for a long time and finally realized where the problem lay."

"That was because this monk overthought the methods."

"When dealing with a target like the prince, there can be no hesitation or indecision. Even the slightest delay could lead to unforeseen changes in the situation, and some inexplicable people and events will inevitably appear to prevent this monk from killing him."

At this moment, the eyes of Jue Ai were filled with coldness and murderous intent. There was not a shred of the openness and Buddha-nature that one would expect from an enlightened monk.

King Ning raised his head and glanced at Jue'an. From that look, King Ning seemed to have sensed something. He said with sarcasm, “This king has always thought that monks are compassionate, but I didn't expect Master you to also be capable of anger.”

"Having committed all the cardinal sins, what difference does it make to commit one more anger"

Jue'an didn't mind Ning Wang's straightforwardness. He calmly said: "Buddhism has the principle of karma. Back then, Buddha himself cut his flesh to feed eagles, and there were also arhats who used staffs to kill living beings. Great precepts are about right and wrong, and deeply held beliefs. In essence, they are all about seeking peace within one's heart."

"At this moment, the crown prince has become a demon in this monk's heart. If this evil is not removed, this monk cannot find peace. The Buddhist world will never be tranquil."

"Better for me alone to go to hell than for ten million Buddhist disciples to be buried with me."

King Ning couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and said: “I didn’t expect that Master would actually have such a selfless and courageous spirit, willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good.”

Jue'an looked at King Ning and said softly, "Your Highness needn't sneer at this monk. Whether this monk is foolish or angry, he will eventually settle his accounts before the Buddha. But since this monk is still in the world, as a land immortal, this monk can feel some of the natural order of heaven. So let me give Your Highness a piece of advice: if the Crown Prince isn't removed, everything you do will be for naught."

"And the later it gets, the harder it is for the prince to get rid of."

King Ning's face darkened slightly, but he then sneered coldly: "Master, are you saying he is the Son of Heaven"

This time, before Jie Wang could even speak, King Ning immediately said with decisiveness, "Since I was young, I have believed that my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens. Humans can change their fate and defy destiny. There is no such thing as predestined fate in this world. It's just a bunch of lazy people finding excuses for their failures. Even if Li Chen has heaven's protection, can he have an extra head or an extra life"

"Such captivating and beguiling words, it's hard to imagine they came from the mouth of a revered master."

Jue An quietly watched Ning Wang, whose face was full of dissatisfaction and contempt. In the end, he didn't go to forcefully explain, but just said lightly, "Your Highness believes it or not, from today onwards, there will be no Li Chen in the world."

"Later, when the prince appeared, this monk directly killed him with all his might. Then, I went to Yueya Pass and killed the two people who had promised the king. That way, the deal between this monk and the king would be complete, and there would be no further meetings after that."

Ning Wang looked at the small purple clay teapot on the brazier, emitting warm steam, and said softly, "So good."

As the dialogue ended, footsteps could be heard approaching from upstairs.

Tap tap tap.

Gurgling.

The water boiled, and the lid of the purple clay teapot was pushed by steam, making a crisp sound.

Tea, it's ready!Chapter 1029: Storm