"The nation tells you not to be superstitious, but it doesn't say you can't believe."
At this moment, Ning An was sitting in a deck chair, looking at the screen full of comments, and said cheerfully.
Yesterday, the Daoist Temple on Cishan was properly dealt with by the officials.
The one who went to persuade the elder was also a friend of his.
As expected, all the monks in the temple were driven out, the abbot and several senior monks were all sent inside, while Li Daocheng was recruited by the officials, completely reassuring the higher-ups.
Ning An felt no ripples in his heart about this outcome.
After all, no matter how influential he was, he could only prevent the officials from using intrigue. The best way was for the elder to directly become a member of the officials.
Shaking his head, Ning An refocused his gaze on the screen.
It's lunchtime now, with not many incense burners around, perfect for having a chat with online friends.
