Zhu Di walked out of Kun Ning Palace.
When he walked out of the Palace of Earthly Tranquility, he still felt a little uneasy.
He thought about it again.
The dream just now was too real and too scary.
It was as if a stone was pressing down on his heart, making him unable to breathe.
"No, I have to go to Chicken Crow Temple again!”
He was prepared to make another trip!
This dream was too scary for him. It was too hard for him to let go.
He was afraid that his father would really find trouble with him in his dreams.
If that was really the case, how should he explain it?
Sometimes, he thought about it.
If Jianwen didn't push him too hard, he wouldn't have rebelled.
If it wasn't for Jianwen, he would have cut down the vassals within a year.
Where would there be Yongle?
Actually, for Zhu Di, the older he was, the more thoughts he had.
Thus, early in the morning, he began to prepare his horse and headed to Jiming Temple.
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The next time he came to Jiming Temple, there were many Embroidered Uniform Guards guarding it, whether it was inside Jiming Temple or on the way back to Yingtian Prefecture!
The assassination of the emperor yesterday was still fresh in his mind.
Therefore, when he rushed to Jiming Temple, the old monk was chanting scriptures in the courtyard.
He was holding a Buddhist prayer bead in his hand and reciting it with great interest.
Soon, Zhu Di arrived in front of him and sat down.
"If I'm not wrong, His Highness the Prince of Yan should have returned, right? He should have cured Empress Xu by now, right?”
The old monk smiled and poured a cup of tea for Zhu Di.
Zhu Di was slightly stunned.
" His Highness the King of Yan?!"
He remembered that when he was still a vassal king, he was also the King of Yan.
"You've already let him live in the King Yan's residence. I'm afraid he's already given this title!”The old monk said with a smile.
"An old monk is an old monk. Just by sitting in this Chicken Crow Temple, he knows everything about the outside world like the back of his hand.”
Zhu Di said with a smile.
"I was just lucky. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the ability to do this.”
The old monk was very humble.
Back then, he had wanted to do something big.
He wanted to make a name for himself.
However, that was the first year of Hongwu.
At that time, he would not be able to display his might, nor would he be able to display his ambition!
At that time, he had thought that his life would just be an ordinary one.
After all, if he wanted to do something spectacular, if he wanted to achieve something, the world must be in chaos.
But at that time, it would be easier said than done.
If he hadn't met the King of Yan, he would have been a nobody for the rest of his life.
Zhu Di sat down, drank another cup of tea, and exhaled gently.
"Tell me, what are you doing here again?”
The old monk looked at him with a smile. He also drank a cup of tea.
"Nightmare, another nightmare!"
Zhu Di remembered the nightmare he had just had and broke out in cold sweat.
His face was also slightly pale.
For Emperor Yong Le to be so frightened, it was probably only the old master, who was his father.
Even the Emperor of Ming is afraid of me.
Prince, Zhu Gaochi is like this.
Zhu Di was the same.
As expected of the Zhu family.
It was all due to bloodline suppression, and it was all due to the son being afraid of the father.
The son was afraid of the father, and the father was afraid of the son.
The old monk looked at Zhu Di and waited for him to continue.
" I think I'd better stay in Jiming Temple. Also, when I move into Jiming Temple, can you recite beside me…"
Zhu Di looked at the old monk.
The old monk was holding a Buddhist prayer bead in his hand and was silently chanting something.
Zhu Di continued,"I feel better listening to this voice…"
"Of course you can. Even if the emperor asks a thousand people to read it, it's normal to ask ten thousand people to read it. But there's one thing. If you close your eyes, can you still hear it?”
the old monk asked.
As expected of Yao Guangxiao, every sentence was classic and straight to the point.
"Even if you have power, do you think you won't dream when you're asleep and won't see ghosts when you're dead?"”
"Sigh, I don't have time to listen to you meditate and comprehend the Dao.”
Zhu Di stood up and came to the old monk's side. He sat down opposite him.
"I dreamed of my mother…"
"She's locked up with iron chains. Jianwen, that little bastard, is right under my dad's feet, laughing at me.”
"If I hadn't woken up, my head would have been chopped off by my father!”
Every time Zhu Di thought of that dream, he broke out in cold sweat.
He was Great Ming's Emperor Yong Le, but he had lived in guilt all his life.
He felt that he had let down his ancestors.
He felt sorry for his father.
After all, he was trying to usurp the throne.
This was the pain of his life.
"How pitiful…"
The old monk was gloating.
Only he dared to speak to Zhu Di like this.
If it was anyone else who said such words, their heads would have been removed long ago.
Zhu Di's eyes flashed. He seemed to have thought of something important.
"Do you think Jianwen is really dead?”
Zhu Di thought for a moment and said,"Otherwise, why would I dream that he was with my father?"”
The old monk was deep in thought.
Soon, he said indifferently,"I heard that he didn't die. He's by the water.”
"A flood?"
Zhu Di was slightly stunned and looked at the old monk.
Jianwen was his biggest worry.
He had long wanted to find this bastard.
If he hadn't reduced the number of foreigners and forced many Pan Kings to their deaths, the tragedy wouldn't have happened.
Even his favorite Twelfth had died in Jianwen's hands.
Therefore, regarding this.
Zhu Di hated Jianwen to the bone.
But unfortunately, he didn't know where Jianwen was, so the old monk's words piqued his interest.
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