Chapter 133 Leakage
Under the porridge stall.

Wang Daosheng gave porridge to the victims.

Zhang Zhuo took out a ceramic bowl and casually placed it in front of Wang Daosheng.

Wang Daosheng looked at him calmly and silently filled the ceramic bowl with a wooden spoon.

Zhang Zhuo tilted his head back and gulped the porridge into his mouth, then wiped his beard with the sleeve of his red official robe.

He casually threw the pottery bowl on the blue brick stove and asked curiously, "Didn't you take my daughter to Luhun Mountain Villa for study? Why did you come to the porridge shed? I heard that people from the two major Taoist temples of Huangshan and Laojun Mountain, as well as the monks from Yuanjue Temple and Tuola Temple, have arrived. There will be very exciting debates every day. Why are you bringing them here to waste time?"

While distributing porridge to the victims, Wang Daosheng responded casually: "Life is the best meaning of the scriptures. Originally, the principles of the scriptures written by the sages were learned from life. Instead of learning the principles from the sages in books, we might as well learn them directly from life, which is more direct to the original meaning."

Zhang Zhuo stroked his beard and said, "If you said less unorthodox things like this, Mr. Hu wouldn't have to keep criticizing you. People should hide their edge when they should. As students, we shouldn't always go against our teacher."

Wang Daosheng responded calmly: "You are lecturing me instead."

Zhang Zhuo chuckled and tilted his chin towards Chen Ji: "What do you think of that boy?"

Wang Daosheng said calmly: "Why are you asking this?"

Zhang Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "Can't I ask?"

Wang Daosheng said casually: "In fact, you already have the answer in your heart. You asked me just to confirm the answer in your heart, but what I want to say may not be what you want."

Zhang Zhuo was impatient: "Then tell me what you mean!"

Wang Daosheng glanced at Chen Ji, then turned to Zhang Zhuo and said, "This kid has murderous intent."

Zhang Zhuo was startled and looked at Wang Daosheng carefully: "People who have led troops are a little different. Can you see that?"

Wang Daosheng scooped out a spoonful of rice porridge and poured it into the pottery bowl in the hands of the disaster victim: "He was late for school twice in two days. When asked why he was late, he was unwilling to say. But I saw that he was murderous every time he came. He didn't look like he was coming to school. He looked more like one of my infantrymen who had just killed Japanese pirates and had blood on his body."

Zhang Zhuo shook his head: "He is not a foot soldier. It is easy to get thousands of soldiers, but it is difficult to get a general. If you have worked with him, you will understand that he is a talented general."

"You think highly of him," Wang Daosheng thought for a moment, "So, he was the one who delayed the victims outside the West City Gate the other day?"

Zhang Zhuo quickly said, "No!"

Wang Daosheng sneered and said, "He worked with you before, was late for school that morning, and you valued him so much, who else could it be but him?"

Zhang Zhuo said cautiously, "Don't try to take advantage of him."

Wang Daosheng said helplessly: "What can I do to him? I can only take his tuition money and teach him the truth, that's all."

Zhang Zhuo suddenly asked, "Have you finished mourning?"

Wang Daosheng nodded: "Yesterday."

Zhang Zhuo asked again, "What position did Lord Hu arrange for you?"

Wang Daosheng said casually: "The teacher hopes that I will return to Beijing and serve as the Minister of War and a Bachelor of the Hanlin Academy."

"What?" Zhang Zhuo raised his voice.

Seeing some disaster victims looking over here, he quickly lowered his voice and said, "How could you jump two levels and be promoted to Minister of War? Aren't you going to join the cabinet next?!"

Wang Daosheng did not answer this question, but just looked at Chen Ji from a distance and suddenly said, "He is a kind-hearted person."

Zhang Zhuo also looked at Chen Ji, and after a moment he said with emotion: "He is a bit too enthusiastic now, he is not like this usually..."

At this time, Chen Ji was scooping porridge for the victims one by one.

In just half an hour, the cherry-red fire in his body had gradually turned into light red, and there seemed to be a wisp of yellow flame in the flame, as thin as a gossamer.

Chen Ji felt the surging vitality, as if he had been reborn, and even his breath seemed to be flowing with fire.

He suddenly realized.

The mountain king swallows the dragon, the icy flow on the officials is the concrete dragon energy, and the source of the dragon energy is hidden in the hearts of the people, which is what makes a country a country.

No wonder Old Man Yao still maintained his status as an imperial physician after practicing the Way of the Tiger. Presumably, when he treats illnesses and saves lives, the furnace fire in his body will also undergo the same changes.

But why didn’t the master tell me this? Didn’t he want me to discover this secret?

No, there must be another reason.

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The big pot in front of Chen Ji had been emptied. It would take another two incense sticks of time to cook the porridge again. He looked at the victims lined up in front of him, each holding a brand new ceramic bowl.

He came to Baili and said, "Go and have a rest for a while. I'll help you."

Bai Li was surprised and said, "Ah, really?"

After that, she looked at the others and said, "But everyone is still busy. It's not appropriate for me to rest alone."

Chen Ji smiled and said, "It's okay, just stand aside and take a rest."

Bai Li stepped aside, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why didn't you go to help my brother?"

Chen Ji explained: "The prince is stronger and can hold on for now. When he can't hold on anymore, I will help him."

Baili let out an "oh" in a long tone.

Chen Ji picked up a wooden spoon and scooped out spoonfuls of rice porridge to the victims. The yellow flame became more and more obvious, as if a golden dragon was swimming in the red fire. When Princess Baili's big pot was done, he ran to help the prince.

The prince rubbed his arm and immediately gave a thumbs up: "Children of the Jianghu, so righteous!"

After the porridge in the prince's pot was finished, Chen Ji slowly came to Chen Wenxiao.

Chen Wenxiao had been waiting for this moment for a long time. When he saw him coming, he immediately handed him the wooden spoon.

Chen Ji raised his eyebrows: "Why give me a spoon? Just do your own thing."

Chen Wenxiao was puzzled: "Aren't you here to help?"

Chen Ji shook his head: "No, I'll just take a look."

Chen Wenxiao: “?”

Chen Ji stood aside. Every time Chen Wenxiao handed out a spoonful of porridge, the victims hurriedly thanked him. Chen Ji would be the first to respond with a smile, "You're welcome."

After talking so much, Chen Wenxiao couldn't help but ask, "I'm distributing porridge here, why are you pretending to be a good person?"

But Chen Ji ignored Chen Wenxiao.

He was sure that even if he did not distribute porridge, as long as the victims recognized from the bottom of their hearts that he had contributed to this good deed, the fire in the hearth would change a little.

However, there is another condition for transformation, that is, the person who receives the favor must know his identity.

Chen Ji took a deep breath. The essence of the tiger's method was far more profound than he had imagined.

But what exactly is the function of the fire of transformation?
I'm afraid I'll have to ask Xuanyuan about this matter.

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While he was thinking, Zhang Zhuo led the officials over and said cheerfully, "Thank you for your hard work. We have registered the victims. We will be the ones to distribute the porridge next."

Wang Daosheng handed the spoon to the official and patiently reminded him: "Don't let such things as forcing women into prostitution or eating their children happen."

Zhang Zhuo smiled and replied, "Don't worry."

After saying this, he seemed to sigh, "If only I could put aside the things I'm doing and go with you guys. When I was young, listening to people debated scriptures was like enlightenment. If I heard that there was a debate somewhere, I would rush over to listen even if I didn't eat or drink... But now I can't get away."

"You can't have your cake and eat it too. What you are doing now is more important," the disciples of the Royal Dao Dynasty waved their hands, "Let's go."

Chen Ji was still not satisfied, but had no better reason to stay, so he could only leave reluctantly.

When passing by Chen Wenzong, he suddenly bowed to him and said, "Third brother, I saw you working hard to provide porridge to the disaster victims today. Now I realize that I have misunderstood you in the past. In the days to come, you and I will be Mr. Wang's disciples. You should support each other. If you don't understand the meaning of the scriptures, you can come and ask me. Although you missed the imperial examination this time, three years later will be your time to shine."

Chen Ji looked at him strangely and said perfunctorily, "Okay."

This time, everyone followed the ox cart on foot, even Chen Wenzong and Chen Wenxiao did not get on the ox cart. On the ox cart, only Prince Jing was left, with his hat brim lowered, driving the ox cart alone with his back to everyone.

After walking a few hundred steps, Bai Li's eyes suddenly sparkled and he said, "Since we are going to walk to Luhun Villa, why don't we let the ox cart and the driver go back to Luocheng? There is no need to go with us."

But Prince Jing's whipping action suddenly froze, and then he whipped the ox cart hard, pretending that he heard nothing.

Bai Li continued to say to Mr. Wang: "Sir, it is said that reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles..."

Before she could finish her words, Prince Jing stopped whipping the ox, stood up and jumped off the ox cart, swung the whip at Bai Li.

Bai Li quickly hid behind Chen Ji and the prince, holding their arms, and half of his face appeared through the gap: "The driver hit someone!"

Prince Jing gritted his teeth and said, "Your little cotton-padded jacket is leaking air!"

The prince saw the face under the brim of the hat and exclaimed, "Dad?!"

When Prince Jing heard the prince's cry, he was immediately furious and chased him around: "You are the one who has reached adulthood, right? I can't control you, right?"

The prince said angrily: "Bai Li hurt me!"

Chen Ji and Zhang Xia stared at him in amazement. Zhang Xia looked at Chen Ji and said, "Is this how Prince Jing, the Crown Prince, and the Princess usually get along?"

Chen Ji hesitated: "The prince and the princess don't act like monsters every day."

Wang Daosheng smiled bitterly and stopped Prince Jing: "You are really a fool. You even hid it from me. If I meet a bad guy, how can I explain it to the palace and the court?"

Prince Jing stopped panting and said with emotion: "After all, I am old and can't beat my own son anymore."

Bai Li approached cautiously and said, "Dad, I really don't want you to go on a secret tour alone. Yesterday you caught a cold and fainted, and Imperial Physician Yao rushed into the palace to guard you for three hours. Now that you are away from home, what if something happens again and Imperial Physician Yao is not around?"

Prince Jing raised his hand to stop him: "Look, Dad is fine now. I was just taking a nap yesterday. It was your mother who made a fuss."

Bai Li looked at him suspiciously. At this moment, Prince Jing's face was indeed ruddy, and he didn't look like he had just suffered a serious illness.

She looked at Chen Ji for help, but Chen Ji said nothing.

He was thinking about a question. If Prince Jing was really just taking a nap, how could his master stay in the palace for three hours without coming out? Therefore, Prince Jing must be really sick.

But since Prince Jing was ill, why did he insist on going on a secret tour?
Unless the other party has a reason to come out.

Wang Daosheng thought for a moment and said, "Let's all get on the carriage. Since we have already come out, there is no reason to turn back halfway. You must not mention the identity of the prince to outsiders. Just treat him as the driver."

(End of this chapter)