บท 630: Chapter 257: I Have a Good Medicine... (Please Subscribe)

Inside the small Sangyu room, the arrangement was orderly. Behind the screen at the entrance were two pots of osmanthus flowers. It was early spring, and the flowers were lush and blooming, exuding a faint fragrance.

Chen Yi stood before the osmanthus flowers, illuminated by bright lamps. His long, bright eyes reflected the figures of Emperor Wei, the Great Master, and the Nine Thousand Years within the study.

As for Prince Kong, he was directly ignored by him.

An monk who discovers problems but does not think of solving them, choosing to hide from everything in seclusion, should just enjoy his old age well.

Even if Prince Kong was the first abbot of Dakong Temple, he would become a Buddha upon returning to Dakong Temple, yet in Chen Yi's eyes, he still held no value.

Emperor Wei exchanged a glance with the Great Master and asked suspiciously, "Could you elaborate for us, dear minister?"