Chapter 1329: The Assassination Was Real, As Was the Probe
Faced with Fu Yuzhi's nearly exposing his family background, Jue An remained expressionless and replied: "This old monk only wants to rectify the chaos and save all beings."
"Haha!"
Fu Yu Zhi burst into laughter and said, "I thought that officials were the darkest and dirtiest of hearts, but I didn't expect such a master to be among the common people. Jue An Master's methods are no less than mine."
"Alright."
Zhao Xuanji saw that Fu Yuzhi was becoming more and more excessive, and calmly spoke to interrupt his mockery.
"Now the four of us are sitting at a table, united as comrades against a common enemy. We must never turn on each other."
Zhao Xuanji turned his head and said to Jue An, “Master, this comrade of mine had some friction with the martial arts sects, especially the Buddhist sect, many years ago. Now that many years have passed, although the misunderstandings have been resolved, and people have changed, there is still a lingering discomfort in his heart. Please don't blame him, Master.”
"Amitabha Buddha."
<< Jue'an said: "The old monk has no dissatisfaction. Fu Da Ren's words also make sense." >>
With a nod, Zhao Xuanji continued, "Master, today the Crown Prince has left the capital. You can begin what you need to do."
Then, Jue'an asked: "What happens after that?"
Zhao Xuanji smiled and said, “Whether successful or not, in this world, there is only Be Shaolin, but no Nan Shaolin.”
Upon hearing this, Jue An stood up and bowed to Zhao Xuanji and the others. As he turned around, he vanished into thin air, leaving only the teacup on the table still warm.
"You know, the ability to come and go without a trace is truly enviable." Zhang Biwu sighed in admiration.
Fu Yuzhi said softly, “Then why don’t I see you, Brother Zhang, resigning to become a monk?”
Zhang Biwu shook his head and said, "At my age, what's there to fuss about? If I were twenty or thirty years younger, who knows, I might have actually gone."

Fu Yuzhi let out a muffled snort, ignoring Zhang Biwu and turned to Zhao Xuanji, asking: "Lord Zhao, Jue Ai should be reliable, but I'm worried he underestimates the Crown Prince and ends up failing."
"Never mind."
Zhao Xuanji said lightly, "As I said, whether this assassination is successful or not doesn't matter. As long as I make a move, I will have achieved most of my goals."
Speaking of this, he suddenly raised his hand and picked up the teapot, pouring tea into Zhang Bimu's cup in front of him. "This tea," he said, "should be drunk hot, scalding hot. Only then can it get to your heart."
Zhang Biwu, out of respect, raised his hand to gently support the teapot and smiled: “What the elder said is absolutely right.”
Putting down the teapot, Zhao Xuanji asked, "On the day of the uprising, you insisted on bombarding Taihe Palace that night. I didn't listen to you at the time, but if it happened again, would you still insist?"
Zhang Biwu's heart pounded wildly, but his face betrayed nothing. He merely sighed and said: "The die is cast. Had we really shelled the city that day, I fear neither you nor I would be here now, chatting amicably. So who was right or wrong? There’s no way to judge. All I can say is that your consideration surpasses mine."
Zhaoxuanji smiled and raised his teacup, saying, "Tea, tea."
After a quarter of an hour, at the foot of the restaurant, Fu Yuzhi and Zhao Xuanji personally escorted Zhang Bwu onto the carriage.
Seeing Zhang Biwu's carriage sway away, Fu Yuzhi turned to Zhao Xuanji and said, "Lord Minister, why did you go to such great lengths to test Brother Zhang? For so many years, Brother Zhang has never been disloyal."
Zhao Xuanji's gaze was deep, and he said: "The assassination is true, the probe is also true, but the probe is just a matter of convenience after all. After all, it's always right to be cautious, isn't it?"

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