This showed that Zen Master Wujue was not as simple as he appeared!
Otherwise, why would a bald man living beyond the secular world, with the four elements all empty, become a hidden danger in someone else's scheme?
Therefore, Lin Su could not grow too close to Zen Master Wujue, much less regard Guiyuan Temple as a harbor.
Now, everything had unfolded just as he had expected. Zen Master Wujue belonged to Wujianmen!
He had always stood behind the Third Prince!
The Third Prince had been eliminated from the Succession Struggle through Lin Su's manipulation. For now, the Second Prince was taking the blame, and the storm had yet to sweep over Lin Su's head, but paper could not wrap up fire.
Sooner or later, Lin Su would be exposed.
Once Wujianmen truly put this debt on Lin Su's head—
The Third Prince, with whom he had once crossed the river in the same boat; Guiyuan Temple, which he had once personally restored; Zen Master Wujue, with whom he had once discussed Zen in the meditation chamber and shared mutual admiration—all would become his enemies!
That was what it meant for worldly affairs to be ever-changing.
Matters changed, roads changed, and enemies changed as well!
The next morning.
The flowers in the garden had scattered crimson remnants across the ground.
Spring had ended, summer had arrived; all fragrant blooms of the fourth month had faded from the mortal realm.
Ji Qianling and Piggy landed side by side in Lin Su's small garden. Ji Qianling smiled faintly. "Last night, the Second Prince sent word under the stars. He wishes to hold a farewell-to-spring Poetry Gathering in Flowing Garden and intends to invite you. He asked me to sound out your opinion."
"A farewell-to-spring Poetry Gathering?" Lin Su gently shook his head.