He was transformed into Li Chengqi, the most useless grandson of the Wu Zhou Dynasty. To protect himself, his father had to personally send him to prison.
Li Chengqi smiled.
He sharpened his boning knife and stopped Xue Huaiyi, the queen's face, outside the Xuanwu Gate.
"I'll lend you my head."
"Let this court sober up."
The knife fell and cut off the head.
He walked into the Daming Palace with his bloody head, and everyone in the court was shocked.
Wu Zetian threw the position of abbot of Baima Temple to him.
"Since you hate the monk, you take care of this mess."
Li Chengqi took over the decree and grinned as he looked at the temple, which was full of incense.
"My grandson obeys the order."
"But the way I manage the temple..."
"It was to be torn down and exchanged for military pay."
When all Buddhist properties were confiscated and the national treasury was filled with gold and silver.
The Queen was silent for a long time while watching the report:
"Does this kid want to be the abbot..."
"Still want to take my seat?"
