After a moment, Li Muyun suddenly jumped up from the ground: "Damn, I remembered it!"

"Damn, what are you thinking about?" The three fat men were making Mu Yu happy next to him. They were frightened by Li Muyun's scream and swearing.

"I know who that Biancai is!" Li Muyun said excitedly.

The three fat man was speechless and said casually: "Who is your second uncle?"

Li Muyun was surprisingly not threatening the fat man this time, nor did he mean to beat someone up, but he was a little disappointed: "If it were my second uncle, I would have made a fortune long ago."

The three fat men who were originally looking forward to something amazing about Li Muyun rolled their eyes and turned their heads to Mu Yu and said, "Tsk, the richer they are, the more stingy you are. Your young master is so conscience is very bad."

The little girl Mu Yu didn't hold her past grudges. She had forgotten that someone had lie to her about eating chili peppers some time ago. She curled her lips and said, "My young master is not bad. It's because your conscience is bad. Otherwise, how could she say bad things about my young master?"

"Hahaha..., fat man, are you defeated?" Li Muyun happily patted Mu Yu's head, causing a roll of eyes.

The fat man squeezed his eyes at Mu Yu, which was not big, and finally changed the subject and said to Li Muyun: "I'm too lazy to be as knowledgeable as this little girl. Alas, tell me, what's special about that old monk Biancai? Let me also see it for a long time."

Li Muyun rubbed his chin and thought for a while, and said to the fat man: "Have you heard of the preface to the Lanting Collection?"

The fat man shook his head and said blankly: "It's gone, what's that?"

But the little girl Mu Yu shouted in surprise: "Preface to the Lanting Collection? Preface to the Lanting Collection of the Saint Wang Youjun?"

"Yes, it's the Lanting Collection Preface." Li Muyun nodded, then waved to the two mysteriously. When both of them leaned over, they lowered their voices and said, "It is said that the Lanting Collection Preface is in Biancai's hands!"

The three fat men blinked their eyes, looking disapproving. They couldn't even write their own name in full, so they naturally wouldn't care about Lanbu Lanting Collection. But the little girl was different. After hearing this, her face changed drastically. She covered her little hands hard on her mouth so that she did not scream. Her big, smart eyes were shining with inexplicable light.

This girl was born in the aftermath of the official position. Before she was sent to the Jiaofangsi, she was also the eldest lady. She had heard of many famous works by famous masters. Later, she learned some things in the Jiaofangsi, so she was naturally familiar with Wang Youjun.

So when she heard that Lan Tingji was actually in Biancai's hands, she was so surprised.

Li Muyun was very satisfied with the effect of his speech, and calmly analyzed the little girl's thoughts and thinking, and then heard a cough behind her: "Is that so? Where did you hear the rumor from?"

The voice was so familiar that it seemed to have heard it somewhere. Li Muyun was stunned at first, and his lewd smile froze on his face. It was not until then that he realized that the little girl was not shocked by hearing the news he said. What really made the little girl change color was because of the person behind him.

Turning around mechanically, Li Muyun squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying: "Brother, why are you here?"

Li Shimin circled around the embarrassing King Xiaoyao: "Hey, if I don't come, how could I know such a big news? Lanting Collection Preface, OK, you are so good, you can do anything else that you can't make up, tell me together!"

Li Muyun thought about the legend he had heard from later generations and defended himself: "Brother, I..., I'm not a make-up."

Li Er stood in front of Li Muyun and said with a smile: "Didn't it be made up? Then what do you say that the preface of the Lanting Collection is in the hands of Biancai? If you don't say that Ziwu and Yinmao come, don't blame me for discounting your legs."

People in the world say that Li Er likes Wang Xizhi's preface to the Lanting Collection. Now it seems that it is true. Li Muyun was a killer. Although Li Er tried his best to hide the ecstasy in his heart, he still saw some clues.

But I saw it, but the trouble also came. Li Muyun can only pray that the legend he had heard was true. Otherwise, if the crime of deceiving the king was detained, I guess this leg might not be able to be kept.

Thinking of this, the embarrassing Prince Xiaoyao touched his nose, blinked his eyes, opened and closed his mouth for a long time before asking in a tangled manner: "Brother, do you know Monk Zhiyong?"

"Monkey Zhiyong?" Li Er frowned and thought for a while, but found that he had no impression at all, so he stared at Li Muyun and asked, "What's wrong with Monk Zhiyong? What's the matter with what you said before?"

"Monkey Zhiyong is the seventh generation grandson of the Book Saint King Youjun." Li Muyun answered briefly, but soon found that Li Er still didn't understand very much, so he added: "And this Biancai is Monk Zhiyong's disciple, and Monk Zhiyong is now..."

Li Muyun finally couldn't remember the word "died" when he said it, so he had no choice but to gesture with his fingers on his neck.

Fortunately, Li Shimin had a good understanding and a divine light flashed in his eyes: "What do you mean is that Wang Youjun's Lanting Collection Preface has always been in the hands of his grandson Zhiyong. Later, Zhiyong passed away, and this thing was passed on to Biancai?"

Li Muyun raised his thumbs up and flattered him: "Yes, yes, the emperor's eyes are indeed like torch!"

Li Shimin thought Li Muyun knew some exact news, but unexpectedly, it was just a speculation, so he snorted with dissatisfaction: "Hmph, you're just guessing, you can't do it real!"

"Brother, it's more than that." Li Muyun shrank his neck.

Li Shimin glanced at Li Muyun deeply, then turned his eyes to the three fat men: "Forget it, what you said makes sense, but what happened during the day? The little fat man around you actually went to disturb the Buddhist practice place. Is this matter your instructed?"

"Brother, those monks occupy my land. I have told them the truth countless times, and their mouths are about to be worn out. But these bald men are so stubborn that they will never return it. Isn't this a bad idea because I can't do anything about this?" Li Muyun explained while looking at the three fat men who were already scared and trembling.

This is the first time I heard someone call him a little fat man. I really don’t know how high the Emperor’s vision is. It’s almost 300 pounds and it’s still “small”. I don’t know what kind of virtue the “big” fat man would have.

If the three fat guys knew that Li Muyun was still thinking about this at this critical moment, they would probably strangle him to death.

You know, that's the emperor. The emperor knew what happened in the afternoon. It can be seen that those monks must have the ability to "Tiantian", otherwise Li Shimin would not have known the news.

But what surprised the fat man was that Li Shimin actually accepted Li Muyun's explanation and said without any pain: "Please pay attention to some influence in the future and don't make things too much, do you know?"

"Yes, don't worry, brother!" Li Muyun agreed honestly. Only he knew what kind of abacus he was thinking.

"Yes." Li Shimin was far-sighted and naturally did not care about some details. Seeing that Li Muyun had agreed, he changed the topic: "This is the first time I have come to you in this mansion, so take me around!"

"No!" Li Muyun agreed and accompanied Li Er to the house, but he was secretly complaining in his heart that everyone had come to his back garden. He said that he was the first time he came. It seemed that this emperor was not ordinary.

The conversation was divided, but on the other side, Monk Biancai took his apprentice back to the temple and immediately sent away those irrelevant people and kept Huineng.

Huineng couldn't say anything wronged. After everyone left, he said to Biancai: "Master, why should you apologize to the fat man in the county government? It was obvious that they took the matter this time, and the disciple did not hit him."

Bian Cailiu looked at his apprentice with some disappointment: "Huineng, since you know that the other party deliberately initiated this battle, can't you understand what it is?"

"It's just for those land deeds." Huineng said with some dissatisfaction: "But they were all offered to the Buddha by believers. Why did they give them one word? They were all offered to them by the people voluntarily."

Biancai sighed, "Huineng, greed, anger, ignorance, three precepts? My Buddhism is a place of tranquility, and monks are also empty in all four elements. Why can't you still see it?"

"Master, I..." Huineng naturally knew what Evangelism meant, but he did not practice as Evangelism, and could not achieve the true four elements, without desire or demand.

Bian Cai seemed to know what he wanted to say, so he raised his hand to stop him and continued, "There is no way to good fortune and misfortune, only people will be responsible for it. Huineng, have you ever thought about it? Since the fat donor dares to do this, someone will inevitably be instructed behind him, and the person instructed him... Since you know that their purpose is the land deed, you should also know who the person instructed him is?"

"Master, it is Li Muyun, the King of Xiaoyao!" Huineng replied.

"Yes, it's good if you can know it's him." The old monk Biancai continued silent for a moment: "Huineng, my master asks you, do you think you can beat him?"

Huineng lowered his head and didn't say anything. This matter could not be solved by being stubborn. Although he really wanted to say "yes", reality told him that even his master would not be able to beat that bastard.

After all, no matter how bad the King of Xiaoyao is, it has an official background. No matter how strong the Buddhist sect is, it is just a sect. You can tell who is stronger and who is weak without fighting.

What's more, there are ways for officials to protect each other, just like in Wannian County in the afternoon. Even the blind man could see that Wannian County Magistrate wanted to protect the fat man.
Chapter completed!