The southeast is beautiful, the three Wushu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, and Qiantang is here in Lin'an.
Qin Hui said: Lin'an City is located east of Qiantang River, and to the west is the West Lake where the heavy makeup and light makeup are always suitable. Bai Suzhen, the snake fairy who once scattered the world, fought against Xu Xian, the great elder of Taiyi Zhenzong, at the Broken Bridge. Fahai, the master of Jinshan Temple in the ten directions of the jungle, came forward to mediate Bai Suzhen and his sister Xiaoqing, who was moved by the master's style, converted to the Jinshan Temple, which led to countless good stories... The young master caught a cold?
Cheng Zongyang coughed and said: Bai Suzhen and Qingshe converted to Jinshan Temple? Is it time for Jinshan to flood? Damn it! Old Monk Fahai is really good!
Qin Hui showed an ambiguous smile: People in the world have taught Master Fahai that the boundless Dharma. Those who think this way are the only ones who attend the meeting...
Brother Treacherous, do you think Fahai and Bai Suzhen have a relationship?
Qin Hui asked happily: "Is there anything wrong?"
Cheng Zongyang raised his thumb: Brother treacherous, you can do it, if you have a genital, you can say it again at Fengboting
Qin Hui said: How could my words "false" be as good as the bloody storm of Grand Master Jia's words?
Brother Qin is too humble. Why do I think Grand Master Jia learned from you?
Qin Hui smiled and said: Grand Master Jia actually wanted to sell his title, which shows that Song State is really poor.
Based on the terrain of Qiantang River and West Lake, the entire Lin'an City forms a rectangle with a wide north and narrow south. The south is adjacent to the Qiantang River. The palace city is located in the north. The Qiantang River is located in the east of Lin'an City. The Qiantang Gate is located in the west of the city and faces the West Lake.
Carriages and horses walked along the lake shore, and they saw Fenglin Temple, Big Buddha Temple, Zhaoqing Temple...
Cheng Zongyang said in confusion: I heard that Taiyi Zhenzong is the largest sect in the Song Dynasty. Why did there be so many temples along the way and I didn’t see a Taoist temple?
Most of the Taoist temples are in Lin'an City. Qin Hui said with a lot of knowledge: There are Jingling Palace, Wanshou Temple, Taiyi Palace, Helin Palace, Longxiáng Palace, Shangqing Palace, Zongyang Palace, Chongtian Palace... More than ten places are large and small, among which Zongyang Palace belongs to Yangjun Sect, Wanshou Temple belongs to Changqing Sect, Longxiáng Palace belongs to Ganzhen Dao, Jingling Palace is the home temple of Song Lord's ancestor worship, and is presided over by Shenxiao Sect. The other Taiyi, Helin, Chongtian, Shangqing Temple belongs to Taiyi Zhen Sect
With so many Taoist temples and temples, it seems that the ten directions of the jungle and Taoist sect are very fierce! Cheng Zongyang suddenly remembered that he met the two Lin'an scholars in Qingzhou. One of them was named Liao and specially invited him to Lin'an to find him.
Where is Yueshengtang?
Even though Yu Ziyuan has been in Lin'an for many years, he was suddenly stopped asking, but Qin Hui smiled and said: Yueshengtang is a famous library in Lin'an, and the books published are known as the most exquisite books of the Six Dynasties. Most of the fools of this kind of book know about it. Brother Cao has never heard of it.
Yu Ziyuan laughed in a half self-deprecatingly: This makes you say that you have won the words in the book. It recognizes me, but I don’t recognize it.
While talking and laughing, Qin Hui raised his hand and pointed: Qiantang Gate is ahead
The first thing I saw was the endless pedestrians on the street. Even the small vendors who were leading cars to sell pulp were wearing silk clothes and silk shoes. It was a prosperous scene. Although the people of Song State were rich, the country was poor and weak. For the people of Song State, they really didn't know whether it was a blessing or a disaster.
Yu Ziyuan suddenly whispered outside the car: Young Master, Fengbo Pavilion has arrived
Cheng Zongyang was stunned and heard that Yue Pengju was assassinated at Fengbo Pavilion. He always thought that he was outside the city, but he didn't expect that he would be inside the city. And it was not far from Qiantang Gate, no wonder Du Yuansheng sold fish by the city gate for fifteen years in order to guard Yue Pengju's tomb.
For Yueniaoren's empty tomb, I yawned and passed by, but I had to worship another tomb.
Wen Cheng Zongyang jumped out of the car and looked at Fengbo Pavilion, then walked behind the pavilion to Fengbo Pavilion. Although Fengbo Pavilion is located in the city, it is rarely visited. I don’t know if it is because of the disaster more than ten years ago. Although it is adjacent to the bustling streets, the pavilion is surrounded by weeds, which makes me feel desolate.
Behind the pavilion are two graves without monuments and the dead grass everywhere in Fengbo Pavilion. These two graves are clean and the surrounding weeds have been carefully removed.
Cheng Zongyang ignored the big tomb facing the pavilion. If the dead girl was there, he would still be interested in applying some water and fertilizer to the Yue Niaoren's grave; but now he was Yu Ziyuan. If he really wanted to pee on the Yue Niaoren's grave, he would be the first to fight with him.
Although Yu Ziyuan was a little surprised why Cheng Zongyang didn't worship Yue Shuai's tomb, he looked solemn when he saw him approaching the tomb next to him.
Cheng Zongyang lit three incense sticks and inserted them in front of the grave, and then kowtowed three times seriously: Brother Xie, I'll come to see you
Xiao Zi is very good, we are all very good. She is now in Jiangzhou and is with Boss Meng and the others...
All of them have invested in stocks, and Xingyue Lake Camp also has a share... Our Panjiang Cheng Company just made a little money, and I haven't had time to spend it yet...
We have pulled out a den in the Black Demon Sea in Qingzhou, and we will avenge you a little first... Xingyue Lake Camp has gathered again, Boss Meng, Hou Er Ge, Si Fourth Brother, Lu Wu Ge, Cui Liu Ge, Wang Qi Ge, and the little fox are all here...
We fought with the Song army in Jiangzhou and never lost a single game...
Also, I gave your knife to Xie Youdu, Brother Yi, you won’t blame me, right?
The longer Cheng Zongyang talked, the more the sourness in his nose became stronger and stronger. If Xie Yi could survive until now, with his identity, he would be very likely to replace Xie Youdu to control the Northern Mansion Army. Even if there were no Northern Mansion Army, with his cultivation and military literacy, this battle in Jiangzhou would be a different look.
Yu Ziyuan is an old subordinate of the first battalion. He has a deep relationship with Xie Yi. He silently set up sacrifices, and then salutes a standard military salute to the grave of the former commander. Then several sergeants who drove the car also came to salute one by one.
Qin Hui had a relationship with Xie Yi, bowed and said with a long bow, saying: The mountains are vast, the rivers are in the sky, the wind of the gentleman, the mountains are high, the waters are long
Lin Qingpu also met Xie Yi in the Nanhuang. He had a good impression of this gentle man and bowed to Qin Hui. Of course, Lin Qingpu didn't know that Xie Yi had secretly taken away the Lingfei Mirror he kept.
Ao Run and Feng Yuan heard that Long Ji, one of the eight horses, was buried here. One is to respect Xie Yi's identity, and the other is to follow Cheng Touer, who is also a person from Xingyue Lake. He just kowtowed to the brother Xingyue Lake who was driving the car!
Cheng Zongyang rubbed his eyes and said to Yu Ziyuan: It seems that this grave has been added to soil?
Last October, Lieutenant Colonel Si obtained the mountain Jinzun in Qingzhou and buried it in Lieutenant Colonel Xie's grave. Yu Ziyuan said: Lieutenant Colonel Lu also came that day. It was the first time I saw them crying so sadly.
Xie Yi was still obsessed with the mountain race before his death. Now Si Mingxin and Lu Jing got the mountain golden lord, but he also calculated his wish. Cheng Zongyang grabbed a handful of soil and added it to Xie Yi's tomb.
Brother Yi, I will stay in Lin'an for a while and I will come to see you again tomorrow
Yu Ziyuan wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak, but Ao Run couldn't help but whisper: Cheng Touer, I heard that the big tomb belongs to Yue Shuai?
Cheng Zongyang put away his tears and said expressionlessly: I am a living person who is alive and never seen in life or dead. What's the point of kowtowing to the empty tomb? Maybe where are they happy now?
Yu Ziyuan smiled bitterly and for the sake of Yue Shuai's life and death, the eight commanders were divided into two factions. It seems that the newly joined Major Cheng did not believe that Yue Shuai was dead.
After leaving Fengbo Pavilion, everyone lost interest in talking. Yu Ziyuan had already arranged his residence. A group of carriages and horses were rushing to the residence.
Located in Baohefang, the house is not big, but the location is very good. Lieutenant Colonel Si and Lieutenant Colonel Lu bought money when doing business, and had nothing to do with Yue Shuai. Yu Ziyuan Road: There are two rivers on the east side of Baohefang, commonly known as the big river, and the west side of the small river is Mingqing Temple, which leads to Chaotianmen in the palace city to the south.
Qin Hui smiled and jammed: The road along the river is the most prosperous Imperial Street in Lin'an. Not only are merchants gathering on both sides, but there are hundreds of tramways in various tiles, corners, sumo wrestling, knives, spitting fire, ropes, illusions, dwarfs, actors... There are all kinds of singing and dancing.
Cheng Zongyang knew that the traitorous minister was lenient in his heart, so he forced a smile and was about to speak when he suddenly said, stretched out his head from the carriage and stared at a carriage that had just passed by.
If I had read it correctly, the woman in the car just now turned out to be Li Shishi! I didn't stay in Yunzhou for a long time, and then came to Lin'an. I didn't expect that Li Shishi would have kept in touch with Jiangzhou on the way back from Jiangzhou. I knew almost the same thing about the mobilization of the Song army. I didn't hear the news that the Huyi Army had withdrawn from Jiangzhou. Why did this military medical officer suddenly return to Lin'an? Could it be...
Follow the carriage in front!
Yu Ziyuan calmly adjusted his direction, followed the other cars and rushed to Baohefang according to the scheduled route.
Qin Hui looked at the carriage a few times: It was a carriage hired from a carriage store. Seeing the dust on it, it should have run a short distance, and there was no need for people to go. Maybe something urgent! Young Master, is there anything unusual?
Cheng Zongyang talked about Li Shishi's identity, and then said with a cold face: I suspect there is someone from Guangmingguantang in Lin'an. She saw Shanghou's corpse poison in Jiangzhou and came back to find the antidote.
Qin Hui's expression moved slightly. After all, he was from the subordinates of Shang Hou. He heard that someone was going to deal with the old master, so he immediately became interested in killing him.
The bluestone on the street is printed with half a foot deep ruts. All vehicles in the same direction are driving along the ruts. The carriage in front is in a hurry and seems to have not paid attention to the tracking of vehicles behind them.
The carriage crossed the Zhong'an Bridge on the river and the Salt Bridge on the river one after another, and then rushed northwards without stopping. After half an hour, he arrived at Qinjiaofang and finally stopped in front of an escort agency.
Then a woman got out of the car, with a look of jade, white clothes, and snow. It was Li Shishi's escort in front of her. She seemed to be very familiar with her. She stood up and crossed her hands to show off her salute. Li Shishi nodded slightly and hurried into the escort bureau.
Cheng Zongyang looked at the plaque on the escort agency. Could it be that the stronghold of Guangming Temple in Lin'an is this escort agency?
Weiyuan Escort Agency, Li Yinchen, has six Escort leaders below, more than 40 experts, ranking among more than a dozen Escort agencies in Lin'an. Qin Hui took the searched information: General Li's Escort Director is not very good, but he is good at establishing relationships. The business of the Escort Agency is not bad. But I heard that he lost the Escort before the New Year and injured several people. It has not been settled yet.
What did the disciples of Guangmingguantang go to the escort agency to do? Is there any secret exchanges between Weiyuan escort agency and Guangmingguantang?
There is no secret, but it is not in secret, but in plainness. Qin Hui said: There is only one girl under the head of General Li, whose name is Li Shishi. He joined the Guangming Temple four years ago and became a disciple of the outer cousin.
Did you do it! That end turned out to be home?
It is said that Mr. Li, the head lady of the head, was in a state of discomfort. Miss Shishi took a special leave and returned from the army.
Cheng Zongyang was both angry and funny, he was suspicious, thinking that Guangming Guantang could not control it and jumped out to deal with Jiangzhou. Unexpectedly, she was for the private affairs of her family.
Cheng Zongyang put this matter behind his mind. Let’s not worry about her right now. He will report to the Ministry of Personnel tomorrow. Meeting him, where do you think my hometown is good?
Qin Hui said: Where is the young master’s origin?
Cheng Zongyang smiled, Panjiang Cheng family, of course it is Panjiang
Then Panjiang, Qin Hui nodded and said: Anyway, officials from the Ministry of Personnel of the Song State do not have the ability to go to Panjiang to investigate.
Ao Run and Ma Yuan went to the semicolon of the Snow Falcon Group and met with the brothers in the group Lin Qingpu's journey was bumpy. He kept the three beasts in the room and scared many children. Cheng Zongyang had to buy a big cart on the way, stuffing Jin Wushu and the leopard head inside, leaving behind some human-like green-faced beasts following him.
Cheng Zongyang called Qin Hui, Yu Ziyuan and the green-faced beast: Go! Go to the Wumu Palace to take a look! Jin Wushu, leopard head! Look at those boxes, touch a little patent leather, and buckle the sheep!
Jin Wushu hummed twice in dissatisfaction, but finally did not refute
The three beast barbarians are all good at fighting with Wu Erlang for hundreds of rounds. Although Wu Er did not use the Nine Yang Divine Art, Jin Wu Shu's strength shows that the strength of the leopard head and the green-faced beast is almost the same as that of Ao Run. Leaving two people to watch over the gold baht he brought is enough to rest assured.
Lin'an scholar Yin Fu, Cheng Zongyang took off his usual cloak and put on a fox fur that was worth a few dollars. He was wearing a purple silk robe, and sachets and jade pendants hung on his waist. He was a style of a young master who was so much money that he fell down.
Qin Hui and Yu Ziyuan were both dressed as scholars. At first glance, they were just fun to help Qingke. The only green-faced beast was not only two heads taller than them, but also wore a huge hat. When walking, it looked like a dark cloud, covering the people below it.
If Cheng Zongyang's style is just rich, he would not be ordinary rich with a beast barbarian bodyguard. It is not difficult for the rich people in Lin'an to buy a beast barbarian, but it is not easy to buy a tamed beast barbarian.
The Wumu Palace is located in the east of Jijiaqiao, and is only two from Fengbo Pavilion. The three-mile distance is almost a whole yard area. In Lin'an, where every inch of land is valuable, it can scare people. It is said that the Song Lord had deliberately demolished the Wumu Palace several times and changed it to a residential area or Taoist temple. However, in the end, the official family was still like this. Therefore, no matter how expensive the land price in Lin'an is, no one dared to have the idea of that piece of land.
Cheng Zongyang and others dressed up as idle people shopping, and saw seals on the main entrance and corner doors of the royal palace. I don’t know how long it has been opened. Over the years, the handwriting on the seal has faded a little.
Cheng Zongyang slowed down and looked carefully at the royal palace. Although the mansion was sealed, you can still see the eaves and horns of the pavilions and towers in the mansion through the walls. They are lined up one after another, and the momentum is magnificent. Due to years of disrepair, many of the eaves are missing tiles. Weeds half a person tall grew on the roof, and a lot of bird droppings fell, which adds a bit of dilapidation and desolation to the past wealth and honor.
Cheng Zongyang walked around the Wumu Palace, recognized the location of the building inside, and planned to be in the mood one night. He came here to visit and might find the clue left by the bird man. Cheng Zongyang didn't believe that Yue Bird man would walk through it with awesomeness, but he would not leave any traces.
In addition to becoming an official and making money, the first thing that happened in Lin'an was that Yun Xiufeng arrived in Lin'an half a month earlier than him. However, he didn't expect that Cheng Zongyang arrived so quickly and temporarily left to deal with a fine iron business. The two parties agreed to meet in the city after the matter was finished. In addition, there were also Yu Ziyuan, the unknown undercover joint of Xingyue Lake, who had been in Lin'an for many years. He was familiar with Lin'an. As soon as Cheng Zongyang mentioned, he led everyone to Mingqing Temple.
It is also a bustling city. Compared with Qingzhou and Jiankang, Lin'an has a bit more leisurely citizens. Passers-by's travel is not as rushing as Qingzhou, and it is a bit more wealthy than Jiankang. Many of the shopping malls on both sides of the road are pen shops, paper shops, book shops and piano shops, which are quite literary.
Mingqing Temple is another lively scene. The temple is near the northwest corner gate of the Wumu Palace. It is only a few hundred steps apart. The temple is very popular. There are a series of stalls in front of the door, and all the foods are sold for tangerine fruits.
Qin Hui squatted in front of a stall and bargained with the old man who sold the incense for a long time before buying a few boxes of incense. Then he smiled and handed it to the owner of the house: The incense of this house is not bad, and someone followed him behind him.
Cheng Zongyang took the incense quietly and focused on looking at the surrounding scenery, not paying attention to the extra tail behind him. When will he keep up with us?
After coming from the Wumu Palace, Qin Hui said: Maybe we have been watching for a long time and are stared at by the dark side next to us.
Cheng Zongyang was a little curious that Yue Niaoren had been dead for more than ten years, and there was still someone following him near the Wumu Palace? He pretended to be unintentional and glanced back: Which one?
What a man! Qin Hui praised first, then spread his palms to reveal the bronze mirror in the palm of his palm
The leader is indeed a hero! At first glance, Cheng Zongyang said this in his heart. The man was eight feet tall, with three long beards under his chin, wide shoulders and straight back. He was handsome and wore a green veil scarf on his head, wearing a single green flower robe, a pair of pairs of turtle-backed silver straps on his waist, and a pair of bow-clawed boots under his feet. Although he was following, every step he took, his feet seemed to have roots, as stable as Mount Tai, and had a bright demeanor.
What a pity! Cheng Zongyang said: Letting such a hero do a stalking job is a waste of treacherous brother. Just like asking you to sell food, you can use a lot of money to use
Qin Hui smiled and said: The head of the family is wrong, and the subordinate is ashamed.
Cheng Zongyang smiled and said: I originally wanted to give this official to you, but if you don’t want to, just let it go, look at that guy’s behavior is a bit like a soldier’s old fuck. You have dealt with Song Jun. Do you recognize this guy?
Yu Ziyuan said softly: It's from the Imperial City Department
After being reminded by Yu Ziyuan, Cheng Zongyang noticed the man's waist-branded Imperial City... Cheng Zongyang remembered a little embarrassedly. Before leaving, Boss Meng specifically warned him to be on guard against the Imperial City, so he was so lucky. He was targeted by them as soon as he entered Lin'an. He had nothing to say. He could only blame himself for being too careless. Fortunately, they just noticed that they were lingering around the Wumu Palace, not knowing their identity, and still had a chance to recover.
Cheng Zongyang looked rich and generous, pointed at the old man's incense shop and said: The fragrance of this house is good! I want it all! The old man, on his back!
The green-faced beast bent down and fenced the street stalls with hundreds of incense. Qin Hui took out his purse and threw dozens of silver zhu.
After buying such a large pile of incense, Cheng Zongyang worshiped the Buddha when he met the Buddha. He worshipped the four great Vajras, Maitreya Buddha, Wei Tuo statues, Guanyin Hall... all the way to the Main Hall
Mingqing Temple is a big temple. The monks in the temple have a much better eyesight than those of the prime minister’s gatekeeper. When they saw that the young master was a rich man who was owed to the slaughter, a monk came over and said with a kind look: This donor invited Tan Yueda to visit, and the walls of our temple were shining...
Cheng Zongyang turned his head and said in a dirt voice: What did he say?
Qin Hui coughed: He said that the young master came to the temple to burn incense, this one in the temple... is very glorious.
Cheng Zongyang pointed at the monk: You just don’t talk well,
The monk blushed and was pulled away by another monk before he could speak. The monk was in his thirties and spoke in a true sense: "Young Master is more knowledgeable! What kind of writing is a monk? Do you think so?"
Cheng Zongyang said with his stomach straight: Well said! There is a reward!
When the companion next to him took out a few silver baht to reward him, the eyes of the monks around him immediately turned red.
Should the young master come to the temple to seek wealth or to ask about his future? My master is a monk who has attained enlightenment! He gave him a cassock! He knew five hundred years ago, and five hundred years later!
My senior brother is a master of face-to-face! He is called bone and fortune-telling, and the word "half" is good!
Another monk squeezed over: Look! Look! The heavenly court of the young master is full, the ground is wide and round! This face is still worth looking at! There is money for money and officials for officials! Oh, it’s just that the scar on the young master’s forehead has damaged his face, but don’t be afraid! I have a way to solve it, so I can guarantee the safety of my master for three lifetimes!
Seeing these monks who were even more philistine than the philistine, Cheng Zongyang suddenly remembered Ciyin's way of seeing the thief's way. Could it be that they came from Mingqing Temple? Such philistine temples are rare, but in terms of advantages, this temple probably has nothing to do with the Ten-Strait jungle. He doesn't want to provoke another group of monks who have a grudge against the Yueniao people. The nun came out and shouted to fight and kill.
A group of monks quarreled for a while, and the man who was following the stalk was patient. He stood from afar without saying a word, Cheng Zongyang glanced at him, and then pointed to the monk who had just received the reward: You are the only one!
The young master has a vision! The monk praised first and then laughed: The little monk Mingxin, what he meant was Mingxin's meaning to see Buddha, is it the first time he came here? Please let the young monk tell the young master that our Mingqing Temple is the first temple in Lin'an. There are five halls, seventh floors and nine famous gardens in the temple, with first-class facilities...
Qin Hui smiled and said: I wonder which master in the temple is here to stay?
Mingxin's expression was a little embarrassed, and he was obviously asked about the pain by the dead traitor.
Cheng Zongyang waved his hand and said carelessly: What master do you want? These buildings are not enough for you to see! The buildings are tall and the halls are big, and many people come here are good temples! The master is the little meat filling on the steamed buns, and he will taste this even if he is not!
Thorough! Mingxin held his thumb, the young master's wisdom is as thick as the little monk's arm
The man was still following behind. Cheng Zongyang took a step, thinking about how to get rid of him, while casually speaking, Mingxin was perfunctory.
Ming Xin said: I don’t know that the young master came to the temple to...
Cheng Zongyang laughed: Become a fortune as an official
Oh! I'm so respectful, it turns out that I'm an official
As an official, he has a small business, and he has a big fortune. Cheng Zongyang said: I just came to Lin'an and was thinking about looking for a business. I happened to see a big house empty. Why are you Lin'an people so unaware of business? As long as we have a piece of land, why is this land still empty? I just left Ah, this land is really not small! As I walked into the temple, I thought about raising incense and asking, should I ask? Who? Bodhisattvas are in charge of sending children, in charge of making money and being officials, but I haven't heard of anyone in charge of real estate? Just come next to each other, this large group of Buddhas can always collide with a manager...
When Cheng Zongyang was talking nonsense, Yu Ziyuan couldn't hold back his laughter. He turned his head and coughed violently. Qin Hui nodded slightly with a smile, as if the head of the family was talking about the teachings of the saints.
Although Mingxin's smile is very far-fetched, at least she still laughs with her, showing good professional qualities. Amitabha, donor... Ah... who... He was willing to flatter him a few words, but he couldn't find the specific location for flattery. Finally, he shouted, OK!
Cheng Zongyang was not vague and responded: Reward!
Mingxin suddenly felt that his hard work was not in vain and said with a blushing face: Please, donor!
The man behind him was fooled with his expression. He followed from the Main Hall to the Medicine Buddha Hall, and finally couldn't help but stomped his feet and turned around and left.
Cheng Zongyang breathed a sigh of relief and finally sent the man away. The report meeting that he probably handed over to the report: On February 17, a group of four foreign merchants wandered around the Wumu Palace. After investigation, it was planned to demolish the Wumu Palace for foreign real estate developers.
Mingxin supported the show all the way, Cheng Zongyang opened his mouth and claimed that if he wanted to demolish it, he would demolish the entire house and pay the owner some money. Then build a villa on the east side, each household has a 30-foot floor, and it will be a few times the profit if it sells. There are shops on the north side, and build a theater on the south side of the city of Song. The goal is to become the entertainment center of the entire Lin'an and even the entire Song Dynasty.
Ming Xin said: Is the young master from the west ready to build an inn or a college?
Aside! Aside! Cheng Zongyang said: The southwest is going to build a dry hall! You want to Ah, your temple is next to the west, and after reciting the scriptures every day, you will sweat all over the body, and go to the bathhouse to take the fragrant panicles and wash them with a crunch! Then find two girls to pinch their backs and loosen their bones... that taste! Hey!
Yi Mingxin claimed that he could make the dead live with his mouth, but Cheng Zongyang's words made him lively and he looked fascinated.
Cheng Zongyang was about to go and see the blessing list, but suddenly stopped and Yu Ziyuan was not strange. Qin Hui's expression moved slightly, turned his head and looked north for the meeting. Cheng Zongyang nodded slightly, raised his legs and walked northward.
Mingxin came to his senses and hurriedly said: Donor! Please come here! You can't go there!
Cheng Zongyang waved his hand, and Qin Hui took out a handful of silver zhu Mingxin immediately said: The little monk will lead the way for the young master!
Where can you go to this temple?
Young Master, there is a vegetable garden in the temple over there, and the pickled food is tightly pickled, and there is nothing good to look at... Ming Xin carefully explained to the donor while walking.
Cheng Zongyang had a faint smile on his face, but he reached into the fox fur with one hand and pressed the coral dagger.
Mingxin's entire skill is all about his mouth, and Yu Ziyuan's cultivation is not enough; just now, the ground moved slightly, and he and Qin Hui both realized that it was not an earthquake, but someone used his footwork to play the power of the man. He would never be under Wu Erlang that day. The two of them had the same thought in their minds: Could it be Ci Yin when they fight with others in the temple?
The vegetable garden of Mingqing Temple is located behind the temple, with an area of dozens of acres along the street. There is a short wall with dozens of locust trees and willow trees planted inside. You can see a group of men gathering under the trees from afar.
Seeing the group of people, Mingxin hesitated and whispered: Those are the ruffians in the city who settled down and went to the garden to steal vegetables all day long. Even several senior brothers were injured by them until a monk who had been waiting for the order to come to the garden before the New Year. Unexpectedly, he came again today.
If the rogues have such cultivation, Wu Er, who comes to Lin'an, may not be able to make it out in the rogue circle.
When I got closer, I found that those ruffians were far away. Standing in a circle, a man and a woman stood a fat monk. He had a scar on his head and exposed his shiny scalp. His body was tall and fat, and his thick beard was like a hedgehog. If he weren't wearing a gray monk's rosary and a string of rosary hanging on his chest, he looked like a butcher selling meat.
Opposite him was a young girl, wearing a blue dress and wearing a niang hat. The girl was probably only one-third of the big monk. At this time, the two of them fists and palms, and they were fighting to the bottom of the heart.
The fat monk fell down and stepped out half a foot deep in a dirt pit. The girl was like a butterfly wearing a flower. She had excellent body skills, but she could not break through the monk's fists and just wandered around the monk.
The little nun looked angry and said while beating: Bad monk! You pay me a lot of money!
Nun, don’t talk nonsense! Where have you seen your flowers in the house?
Although the monk shouted loudly, his face was covered with cinnabar color, revealing a twelve-pointed heart.
Mingxin covered his mouth with one hand and said in Cheng Zongyang's ear with disdain: Monks do not sit in meditation and recite scriptures, but they want to dance their fists and sticks. He deserves to go to the vegetable garden to compose and water manure.
The two of them suddenly separated in the field. The fat monk half of the monk's sleeve was torn off by the nun, but he lost half of the trick.
Come again! The monk shouted loudly, picked up the Zen stick as thick as an arm next to him, then pulled off his shirt and rolled it around his waist, revealing his upper body full of tattoos
The monk was sturdy, but his tattoos were extremely delicate, and the patterns of the thorns were unique. From the chest to the back, all the flowers were wrapped around the branches and leaves, and the flowers spitting out of the donkey were like the beautiful flowers all over the body.
Qin Hui blurted out: What a flower monk!
Yu Ziyuan showed a strange expression: Is this...it's so coincidental...
Cheng Zongyang stared at the monk and asked subconsciously: Who is he?
Look at the tattoo on his body, which is eighty-slightly similar to what Captain Zang said, it should be Company Commander Zang’s senior brother and Monk Hua!
Lu Zhishen? Zang Xiu’s senior brother? What kind of world is this!
What about the nun? Tell me clearly that I should have pulled up the weeping willows at this moment, so why did a little nun pop up?
Mingxin Oops: The little monk recognized it. Isn’t that Yang Liu, the little master of Foxin Temple?
Cheng Zongyang looked black. Your nun called Yang Liu?
The young master didn't know anything. Mingxin said, laughing and spreading his hands open
Cheng Zongyang said with a cold face: Let’s make it clear and then give money!
Ming said happily: The rules of Foxin Temple, nuns will not be formally shaved until they are sixteen years old. The master has not shaved his hair in front of the Buddha. He has only a nickname called Yang Liu.
Mingxin bought one free one free, and provided one more information: the monk's family's surname is Lu, and his name is Zhishen. He is really a fool. Because he has a green thorn on his body, he calls him a monk Hua, who is very happy and has good meat, and is very brave and fierce. He gets drunk and goes crazy when he can't stay in the temple and then arrives at the vegetable garden... Oh my Buddha's grandfather! The Buddhist clean land, who cooks this pot of meat soup!
With a bang, Mingxin's bare forehead was chiseled with chestnuts and pulled his collar and shouted: Open your dog's eyes and look carefully! This is radish, this is tofu, where is the broth?
Mingxin nodded quickly
Come on, I will reward you with this piece of tofu!
A piece of dog meat was put into Mingxin's mouth. Mingxin bit the piece of meat with a bitter face and took it down. He couldn't even complain.
Cheng Zongyang watched with a smile, without any intention of interfering
Huahua! The little nun screamed and flew over, but saw a dog skin beside the pot
Lu Zhishen had just insisted that he had never seen it. Now that he was caught by someone, his old face suddenly turned red and his legs spread apart, holding the Zen stick with both hands, shaking his arms, and making a buzzing sound, then roared, swallowing the mountains and rivers, and covering the embarrassment with all his might.
The little nun's eyes suddenly turned red, she raised her hand to draw out the sword, and said in a crying voice: Bad monk! Come on your life!
As soon as Lu Zhishen used his Zen Staff, he immediately gained the upper hand. The little nun just fought with him but took advantage of his lightness. His true cultivation was much better than Lu Zhishen's difference. After only ten moves, he was forced to stand on the scene and broke her slender waist and jumped onto a willow tree. The sword light was like countless stars, sprinkling towards Lu Zhishen.
The ruffians around him shouted loudly and said: Master! Give this little nun a look!
The master eats the dog meat in your temple and respects you!
What dog do monks raise? They deserve to be eaten!
Lu Zhishen's Zen Staff became smoother and smoother. About half a dozen of feet were shrouded in the black and golden shadows of the handle of the staff. Suddenly, the Zen Staff was swung out with a thunderous sound, and it hit the little nun's sword light like a slap in a flies. The little nun's delicate body trembled violently, and the long sword was shattered in an instant.
OK! There was a cheer outside the wall
When Cheng Zongyang looked up, it was the man who had been staring at him just now. Somehow he heard the movement and watched him standing outside the wall. Looking at the tricks Lu Zhishen used, it was like a drunkard who saw fine wine. The martial arts cynic was dancing like a confidant. He was happy and moved.
The little nun's long sword was destroyed, and her figure slowed down. She could no longer shuttle between the willow trees. She retreated to the willow tree that was embraced by one by one. She gritted her teeth and used the broken sword. The branches were used as hidden weapons and threw them down one by one.
Bad monk! Bad monk! Bad monk! Bad monk!
The strength on her hands was insufficient, but her head was very accurate. After a while, Lu Zhishen's bald head was hit a few times, and his forehead was pounding.
Lu Zhishen screamed in anger: Little nun! If you lose, you will lose and you will still be unable to lie!
You eat my flowers and I will beat you to death!
Lu Zhishen said with a strong face: Wu'nun! There is a saying that men do not raise cats, and women do not raise dogs! The flower dog at home is born, which will allow you to practice with peace of mind and keep stopping. The flower family will go up and take you down!
Lu Zhishen's light body skills are usually tight. He didn't catch the little nun even leaping several times. Instead, he was hit by the little nun at close range. He wanted to climb up, but the willow tree had just turned green and its branches were invincible like smoke. The little nun stood on the tree and could barely stand firm. It would never be possible to add Lu Zhishen.
After some trouble, Lu Zhishen was not even touched the corner of his clothes, Lu Zhishen could not even touch the corner of his clothes. The little nun also quarreled with him.
Cheng Zongyang shouted: I said, you fat monk, why are you so careless? Wouldn't you get a knot after pulling the tree?
Lu Zhishen slapped his forehead, he was a good plan!
The rogue mouths around him were all round, and the little nun on the tree was also stunned. Lu Zhishen arched his waist, opened his arms and hugged the willow tree, then carried his shoulders, and held the trunk. The muscles on his shoulders bulged and bulged high like iron. Then he shouted loudly. The land around the roots suddenly bulged, and the sound of root fractures came from the soil.
The ruffians around him forgot to cheer, and Qin Hui, who had always been in a leisurely expression, became solemn and clear. He was holding the piece of dog meat in his heart. He couldn't vomit and swallow it. At this moment, he could see it. When his throat moved, a large piece of fat dog meat suddenly slid into his stomach.
The little nun was so beautiful that she had no time to escape, and the shed willows under her were pulled up by the whole tree. She couldn't help but slipped under her feet and fell from the tree.
After fighting for so long, the monk Hua finally caught the little nun. He hugged him immediately and laughed: Sajia has even pulled out the willows grown on the ground, let alone you, a little willow weighing a few pounds! Then he shouted: Are you convinced or not!
The little nun was hugged by him and could not get out of it. Suddenly, her mouth sagged and she cried out loud.
Now it was Monk Hua's turn to be stunned. He was in a hurry and quickly let go of his hands, bowed and bowed, and apologized repeatedly.
Is it amazing to come from Mount Wutai? The little nun cried and said: You pay my flower! You pay my sword!
Lu Zhishen said calmly: In the martial arts competition in the world, life and death are based on fate, so where do you need a sword?
Woo woo...
I understand and tell you! I don’t want money from a family, but I’ll have to die!
Woo woo...
It’s useless for you to cry! The family is really worthless!
Woo woo...
Oh, stop crying! Don’t cry! Sa’s family will pay you a sword and you are the young ones! Use the money to use it for Sa’s family!
Although the ruffians around him were reluctant, the monk could not get out of the stage, so he had to take out his clothes and touch his sleeves. You were three months old, and I spent five months to pay the little nun Yangliu to tear up the dog skin, and left crying with the bare hilt of the sword.
The monk is so powerful! The man who is fighting outside the wall jumped over the low wall and walked quickly, clasping his fists and said: Lin Chong, the instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards in a certain family! He just saw that the monk used his good foot and punching equipment, so I came to visit him!
Lu Zhishen's eyes lit up and he shouted: Good man! Lu Zhishen, the monk of Sajiahua!
The two of them fell in love with each other at first sight, and kept Cheng Zongyang and others aside. Cheng Zongyang was not angry, and looked at the two thoughtfully. Qin Hui thought the head of the family had a desire to get to know each other, so he was tidying his clothes and was about to speak, but was pulled by Cheng Zongyang.
Let's go if the time is not right
Everyone returned to the temple, Cheng Zongyang stopped burning incense, went to the blessing list to look around, and then gave Mingxin the reward and returned to the courtyard.
Qin Hui said: Lin'an City is located east of Qiantang River, and to the west is the West Lake where the heavy makeup and light makeup are always suitable. Bai Suzhen, the snake fairy who once scattered the world, fought against Xu Xian, the great elder of Taiyi Zhenzong, at the Broken Bridge. Fahai, the master of Jinshan Temple in the ten directions of the jungle, came forward to mediate Bai Suzhen and his sister Xiaoqing, who was moved by the master's style, converted to the Jinshan Temple, which led to countless good stories... The young master caught a cold?
Cheng Zongyang coughed and said: Bai Suzhen and Qingshe converted to Jinshan Temple? Is it time for Jinshan to flood? Damn it! Old Monk Fahai is really good!
Qin Hui showed an ambiguous smile: People in the world have taught Master Fahai that the boundless Dharma. Those who think this way are the only ones who attend the meeting...
Brother Treacherous, do you think Fahai and Bai Suzhen have a relationship?
Qin Hui asked happily: "Is there anything wrong?"
Cheng Zongyang raised his thumb: Brother treacherous, you can do it, if you have a genital, you can say it again at Fengboting
Qin Hui said: How could my words "false" be as good as the bloody storm of Grand Master Jia's words?
Brother Qin is too humble. Why do I think Grand Master Jia learned from you?
Qin Hui smiled and said: Grand Master Jia actually wanted to sell his title, which shows that Song State is really poor.
Based on the terrain of Qiantang River and West Lake, the entire Lin'an City forms a rectangle with a wide north and narrow south. The south is adjacent to the Qiantang River. The palace city is located in the north. The Qiantang River is located in the east of Lin'an City. The Qiantang Gate is located in the west of the city and faces the West Lake.
Carriages and horses walked along the lake shore, and they saw Fenglin Temple, Big Buddha Temple, Zhaoqing Temple...
Cheng Zongyang said in confusion: I heard that Taiyi Zhenzong is the largest sect in the Song Dynasty. Why did there be so many temples along the way and I didn’t see a Taoist temple?
Most of the Taoist temples are in Lin'an City. Qin Hui said with a lot of knowledge: There are Jingling Palace, Wanshou Temple, Taiyi Palace, Helin Palace, Longxiáng Palace, Shangqing Palace, Zongyang Palace, Chongtian Palace... More than ten places are large and small, among which Zongyang Palace belongs to Yangjun Sect, Wanshou Temple belongs to Changqing Sect, Longxiáng Palace belongs to Ganzhen Dao, Jingling Palace is the home temple of Song Lord's ancestor worship, and is presided over by Shenxiao Sect. The other Taiyi, Helin, Chongtian, Shangqing Temple belongs to Taiyi Zhen Sect
With so many Taoist temples and temples, it seems that the ten directions of the jungle and Taoist sect are very fierce! Cheng Zongyang suddenly remembered that he met the two Lin'an scholars in Qingzhou. One of them was named Liao and specially invited him to Lin'an to find him.
Where is Yueshengtang?
Even though Yu Ziyuan has been in Lin'an for many years, he was suddenly stopped asking, but Qin Hui smiled and said: Yueshengtang is a famous library in Lin'an, and the books published are known as the most exquisite books of the Six Dynasties. Most of the fools of this kind of book know about it. Brother Cao has never heard of it.
Yu Ziyuan laughed in a half self-deprecatingly: This makes you say that you have won the words in the book. It recognizes me, but I don’t recognize it.
While talking and laughing, Qin Hui raised his hand and pointed: Qiantang Gate is ahead
The first thing I saw was the endless pedestrians on the street. Even the small vendors who were leading cars to sell pulp were wearing silk clothes and silk shoes. It was a prosperous scene. Although the people of Song State were rich, the country was poor and weak. For the people of Song State, they really didn't know whether it was a blessing or a disaster.
Yu Ziyuan suddenly whispered outside the car: Young Master, Fengbo Pavilion has arrived
Cheng Zongyang was stunned and heard that Yue Pengju was assassinated at Fengbo Pavilion. He always thought that he was outside the city, but he didn't expect that he would be inside the city. And it was not far from Qiantang Gate, no wonder Du Yuansheng sold fish by the city gate for fifteen years in order to guard Yue Pengju's tomb.
For Yueniaoren's empty tomb, I yawned and passed by, but I had to worship another tomb.
Wen Cheng Zongyang jumped out of the car and looked at Fengbo Pavilion, then walked behind the pavilion to Fengbo Pavilion. Although Fengbo Pavilion is located in the city, it is rarely visited. I don’t know if it is because of the disaster more than ten years ago. Although it is adjacent to the bustling streets, the pavilion is surrounded by weeds, which makes me feel desolate.
Behind the pavilion are two graves without monuments and the dead grass everywhere in Fengbo Pavilion. These two graves are clean and the surrounding weeds have been carefully removed.
Cheng Zongyang ignored the big tomb facing the pavilion. If the dead girl was there, he would still be interested in applying some water and fertilizer to the Yue Niaoren's grave; but now he was Yu Ziyuan. If he really wanted to pee on the Yue Niaoren's grave, he would be the first to fight with him.
Although Yu Ziyuan was a little surprised why Cheng Zongyang didn't worship Yue Shuai's tomb, he looked solemn when he saw him approaching the tomb next to him.
Cheng Zongyang lit three incense sticks and inserted them in front of the grave, and then kowtowed three times seriously: Brother Xie, I'll come to see you
Xiao Zi is very good, we are all very good. She is now in Jiangzhou and is with Boss Meng and the others...
All of them have invested in stocks, and Xingyue Lake Camp also has a share... Our Panjiang Cheng Company just made a little money, and I haven't had time to spend it yet...
We have pulled out a den in the Black Demon Sea in Qingzhou, and we will avenge you a little first... Xingyue Lake Camp has gathered again, Boss Meng, Hou Er Ge, Si Fourth Brother, Lu Wu Ge, Cui Liu Ge, Wang Qi Ge, and the little fox are all here...
We fought with the Song army in Jiangzhou and never lost a single game...
Also, I gave your knife to Xie Youdu, Brother Yi, you won’t blame me, right?
The longer Cheng Zongyang talked, the more the sourness in his nose became stronger and stronger. If Xie Yi could survive until now, with his identity, he would be very likely to replace Xie Youdu to control the Northern Mansion Army. Even if there were no Northern Mansion Army, with his cultivation and military literacy, this battle in Jiangzhou would be a different look.
Yu Ziyuan is an old subordinate of the first battalion. He has a deep relationship with Xie Yi. He silently set up sacrifices, and then salutes a standard military salute to the grave of the former commander. Then several sergeants who drove the car also came to salute one by one.
Qin Hui had a relationship with Xie Yi, bowed and said with a long bow, saying: The mountains are vast, the rivers are in the sky, the wind of the gentleman, the mountains are high, the waters are long
Lin Qingpu also met Xie Yi in the Nanhuang. He had a good impression of this gentle man and bowed to Qin Hui. Of course, Lin Qingpu didn't know that Xie Yi had secretly taken away the Lingfei Mirror he kept.
Ao Run and Feng Yuan heard that Long Ji, one of the eight horses, was buried here. One is to respect Xie Yi's identity, and the other is to follow Cheng Touer, who is also a person from Xingyue Lake. He just kowtowed to the brother Xingyue Lake who was driving the car!
Cheng Zongyang rubbed his eyes and said to Yu Ziyuan: It seems that this grave has been added to soil?
Last October, Lieutenant Colonel Si obtained the mountain Jinzun in Qingzhou and buried it in Lieutenant Colonel Xie's grave. Yu Ziyuan said: Lieutenant Colonel Lu also came that day. It was the first time I saw them crying so sadly.
Xie Yi was still obsessed with the mountain race before his death. Now Si Mingxin and Lu Jing got the mountain golden lord, but he also calculated his wish. Cheng Zongyang grabbed a handful of soil and added it to Xie Yi's tomb.
Brother Yi, I will stay in Lin'an for a while and I will come to see you again tomorrow
Yu Ziyuan wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak, but Ao Run couldn't help but whisper: Cheng Touer, I heard that the big tomb belongs to Yue Shuai?
Cheng Zongyang put away his tears and said expressionlessly: I am a living person who is alive and never seen in life or dead. What's the point of kowtowing to the empty tomb? Maybe where are they happy now?
Yu Ziyuan smiled bitterly and for the sake of Yue Shuai's life and death, the eight commanders were divided into two factions. It seems that the newly joined Major Cheng did not believe that Yue Shuai was dead.
After leaving Fengbo Pavilion, everyone lost interest in talking. Yu Ziyuan had already arranged his residence. A group of carriages and horses were rushing to the residence.
Located in Baohefang, the house is not big, but the location is very good. Lieutenant Colonel Si and Lieutenant Colonel Lu bought money when doing business, and had nothing to do with Yue Shuai. Yu Ziyuan Road: There are two rivers on the east side of Baohefang, commonly known as the big river, and the west side of the small river is Mingqing Temple, which leads to Chaotianmen in the palace city to the south.
Qin Hui smiled and jammed: The road along the river is the most prosperous Imperial Street in Lin'an. Not only are merchants gathering on both sides, but there are hundreds of tramways in various tiles, corners, sumo wrestling, knives, spitting fire, ropes, illusions, dwarfs, actors... There are all kinds of singing and dancing.
Cheng Zongyang knew that the traitorous minister was lenient in his heart, so he forced a smile and was about to speak when he suddenly said, stretched out his head from the carriage and stared at a carriage that had just passed by.
If I had read it correctly, the woman in the car just now turned out to be Li Shishi! I didn't stay in Yunzhou for a long time, and then came to Lin'an. I didn't expect that Li Shishi would have kept in touch with Jiangzhou on the way back from Jiangzhou. I knew almost the same thing about the mobilization of the Song army. I didn't hear the news that the Huyi Army had withdrawn from Jiangzhou. Why did this military medical officer suddenly return to Lin'an? Could it be...
Follow the carriage in front!
Yu Ziyuan calmly adjusted his direction, followed the other cars and rushed to Baohefang according to the scheduled route.
Qin Hui looked at the carriage a few times: It was a carriage hired from a carriage store. Seeing the dust on it, it should have run a short distance, and there was no need for people to go. Maybe something urgent! Young Master, is there anything unusual?
Cheng Zongyang talked about Li Shishi's identity, and then said with a cold face: I suspect there is someone from Guangmingguantang in Lin'an. She saw Shanghou's corpse poison in Jiangzhou and came back to find the antidote.
Qin Hui's expression moved slightly. After all, he was from the subordinates of Shang Hou. He heard that someone was going to deal with the old master, so he immediately became interested in killing him.
The bluestone on the street is printed with half a foot deep ruts. All vehicles in the same direction are driving along the ruts. The carriage in front is in a hurry and seems to have not paid attention to the tracking of vehicles behind them.
The carriage crossed the Zhong'an Bridge on the river and the Salt Bridge on the river one after another, and then rushed northwards without stopping. After half an hour, he arrived at Qinjiaofang and finally stopped in front of an escort agency.
Then a woman got out of the car, with a look of jade, white clothes, and snow. It was Li Shishi's escort in front of her. She seemed to be very familiar with her. She stood up and crossed her hands to show off her salute. Li Shishi nodded slightly and hurried into the escort bureau.
Cheng Zongyang looked at the plaque on the escort agency. Could it be that the stronghold of Guangming Temple in Lin'an is this escort agency?
Weiyuan Escort Agency, Li Yinchen, has six Escort leaders below, more than 40 experts, ranking among more than a dozen Escort agencies in Lin'an. Qin Hui took the searched information: General Li's Escort Director is not very good, but he is good at establishing relationships. The business of the Escort Agency is not bad. But I heard that he lost the Escort before the New Year and injured several people. It has not been settled yet.
What did the disciples of Guangmingguantang go to the escort agency to do? Is there any secret exchanges between Weiyuan escort agency and Guangmingguantang?
There is no secret, but it is not in secret, but in plainness. Qin Hui said: There is only one girl under the head of General Li, whose name is Li Shishi. He joined the Guangming Temple four years ago and became a disciple of the outer cousin.
Did you do it! That end turned out to be home?
It is said that Mr. Li, the head lady of the head, was in a state of discomfort. Miss Shishi took a special leave and returned from the army.
Cheng Zongyang was both angry and funny, he was suspicious, thinking that Guangming Guantang could not control it and jumped out to deal with Jiangzhou. Unexpectedly, she was for the private affairs of her family.
Cheng Zongyang put this matter behind his mind. Let’s not worry about her right now. He will report to the Ministry of Personnel tomorrow. Meeting him, where do you think my hometown is good?
Qin Hui said: Where is the young master’s origin?
Cheng Zongyang smiled, Panjiang Cheng family, of course it is Panjiang
Then Panjiang, Qin Hui nodded and said: Anyway, officials from the Ministry of Personnel of the Song State do not have the ability to go to Panjiang to investigate.
Ao Run and Ma Yuan went to the semicolon of the Snow Falcon Group and met with the brothers in the group Lin Qingpu's journey was bumpy. He kept the three beasts in the room and scared many children. Cheng Zongyang had to buy a big cart on the way, stuffing Jin Wushu and the leopard head inside, leaving behind some human-like green-faced beasts following him.
Cheng Zongyang called Qin Hui, Yu Ziyuan and the green-faced beast: Go! Go to the Wumu Palace to take a look! Jin Wushu, leopard head! Look at those boxes, touch a little patent leather, and buckle the sheep!
Jin Wushu hummed twice in dissatisfaction, but finally did not refute
The three beast barbarians are all good at fighting with Wu Erlang for hundreds of rounds. Although Wu Er did not use the Nine Yang Divine Art, Jin Wu Shu's strength shows that the strength of the leopard head and the green-faced beast is almost the same as that of Ao Run. Leaving two people to watch over the gold baht he brought is enough to rest assured.
Lin'an scholar Yin Fu, Cheng Zongyang took off his usual cloak and put on a fox fur that was worth a few dollars. He was wearing a purple silk robe, and sachets and jade pendants hung on his waist. He was a style of a young master who was so much money that he fell down.
Qin Hui and Yu Ziyuan were both dressed as scholars. At first glance, they were just fun to help Qingke. The only green-faced beast was not only two heads taller than them, but also wore a huge hat. When walking, it looked like a dark cloud, covering the people below it.
If Cheng Zongyang's style is just rich, he would not be ordinary rich with a beast barbarian bodyguard. It is not difficult for the rich people in Lin'an to buy a beast barbarian, but it is not easy to buy a tamed beast barbarian.
The Wumu Palace is located in the east of Jijiaqiao, and is only two from Fengbo Pavilion. The three-mile distance is almost a whole yard area. In Lin'an, where every inch of land is valuable, it can scare people. It is said that the Song Lord had deliberately demolished the Wumu Palace several times and changed it to a residential area or Taoist temple. However, in the end, the official family was still like this. Therefore, no matter how expensive the land price in Lin'an is, no one dared to have the idea of that piece of land.
Cheng Zongyang and others dressed up as idle people shopping, and saw seals on the main entrance and corner doors of the royal palace. I don’t know how long it has been opened. Over the years, the handwriting on the seal has faded a little.
Cheng Zongyang slowed down and looked carefully at the royal palace. Although the mansion was sealed, you can still see the eaves and horns of the pavilions and towers in the mansion through the walls. They are lined up one after another, and the momentum is magnificent. Due to years of disrepair, many of the eaves are missing tiles. Weeds half a person tall grew on the roof, and a lot of bird droppings fell, which adds a bit of dilapidation and desolation to the past wealth and honor.
Cheng Zongyang walked around the Wumu Palace, recognized the location of the building inside, and planned to be in the mood one night. He came here to visit and might find the clue left by the bird man. Cheng Zongyang didn't believe that Yue Bird man would walk through it with awesomeness, but he would not leave any traces.
In addition to becoming an official and making money, the first thing that happened in Lin'an was that Yun Xiufeng arrived in Lin'an half a month earlier than him. However, he didn't expect that Cheng Zongyang arrived so quickly and temporarily left to deal with a fine iron business. The two parties agreed to meet in the city after the matter was finished. In addition, there were also Yu Ziyuan, the unknown undercover joint of Xingyue Lake, who had been in Lin'an for many years. He was familiar with Lin'an. As soon as Cheng Zongyang mentioned, he led everyone to Mingqing Temple.
It is also a bustling city. Compared with Qingzhou and Jiankang, Lin'an has a bit more leisurely citizens. Passers-by's travel is not as rushing as Qingzhou, and it is a bit more wealthy than Jiankang. Many of the shopping malls on both sides of the road are pen shops, paper shops, book shops and piano shops, which are quite literary.
Mingqing Temple is another lively scene. The temple is near the northwest corner gate of the Wumu Palace. It is only a few hundred steps apart. The temple is very popular. There are a series of stalls in front of the door, and all the foods are sold for tangerine fruits.
Qin Hui squatted in front of a stall and bargained with the old man who sold the incense for a long time before buying a few boxes of incense. Then he smiled and handed it to the owner of the house: The incense of this house is not bad, and someone followed him behind him.
Cheng Zongyang took the incense quietly and focused on looking at the surrounding scenery, not paying attention to the extra tail behind him. When will he keep up with us?
After coming from the Wumu Palace, Qin Hui said: Maybe we have been watching for a long time and are stared at by the dark side next to us.
Cheng Zongyang was a little curious that Yue Niaoren had been dead for more than ten years, and there was still someone following him near the Wumu Palace? He pretended to be unintentional and glanced back: Which one?
What a man! Qin Hui praised first, then spread his palms to reveal the bronze mirror in the palm of his palm
The leader is indeed a hero! At first glance, Cheng Zongyang said this in his heart. The man was eight feet tall, with three long beards under his chin, wide shoulders and straight back. He was handsome and wore a green veil scarf on his head, wearing a single green flower robe, a pair of pairs of turtle-backed silver straps on his waist, and a pair of bow-clawed boots under his feet. Although he was following, every step he took, his feet seemed to have roots, as stable as Mount Tai, and had a bright demeanor.
What a pity! Cheng Zongyang said: Letting such a hero do a stalking job is a waste of treacherous brother. Just like asking you to sell food, you can use a lot of money to use
Qin Hui smiled and said: The head of the family is wrong, and the subordinate is ashamed.
Cheng Zongyang smiled and said: I originally wanted to give this official to you, but if you don’t want to, just let it go, look at that guy’s behavior is a bit like a soldier’s old fuck. You have dealt with Song Jun. Do you recognize this guy?
Yu Ziyuan said softly: It's from the Imperial City Department
After being reminded by Yu Ziyuan, Cheng Zongyang noticed the man's waist-branded Imperial City... Cheng Zongyang remembered a little embarrassedly. Before leaving, Boss Meng specifically warned him to be on guard against the Imperial City, so he was so lucky. He was targeted by them as soon as he entered Lin'an. He had nothing to say. He could only blame himself for being too careless. Fortunately, they just noticed that they were lingering around the Wumu Palace, not knowing their identity, and still had a chance to recover.
Cheng Zongyang looked rich and generous, pointed at the old man's incense shop and said: The fragrance of this house is good! I want it all! The old man, on his back!
The green-faced beast bent down and fenced the street stalls with hundreds of incense. Qin Hui took out his purse and threw dozens of silver zhu.
After buying such a large pile of incense, Cheng Zongyang worshiped the Buddha when he met the Buddha. He worshipped the four great Vajras, Maitreya Buddha, Wei Tuo statues, Guanyin Hall... all the way to the Main Hall
Mingqing Temple is a big temple. The monks in the temple have a much better eyesight than those of the prime minister’s gatekeeper. When they saw that the young master was a rich man who was owed to the slaughter, a monk came over and said with a kind look: This donor invited Tan Yueda to visit, and the walls of our temple were shining...
Cheng Zongyang turned his head and said in a dirt voice: What did he say?
Qin Hui coughed: He said that the young master came to the temple to burn incense, this one in the temple... is very glorious.
Cheng Zongyang pointed at the monk: You just don’t talk well,
The monk blushed and was pulled away by another monk before he could speak. The monk was in his thirties and spoke in a true sense: "Young Master is more knowledgeable! What kind of writing is a monk? Do you think so?"
Cheng Zongyang said with his stomach straight: Well said! There is a reward!
When the companion next to him took out a few silver baht to reward him, the eyes of the monks around him immediately turned red.
Should the young master come to the temple to seek wealth or to ask about his future? My master is a monk who has attained enlightenment! He gave him a cassock! He knew five hundred years ago, and five hundred years later!
My senior brother is a master of face-to-face! He is called bone and fortune-telling, and the word "half" is good!
Another monk squeezed over: Look! Look! The heavenly court of the young master is full, the ground is wide and round! This face is still worth looking at! There is money for money and officials for officials! Oh, it’s just that the scar on the young master’s forehead has damaged his face, but don’t be afraid! I have a way to solve it, so I can guarantee the safety of my master for three lifetimes!
Seeing these monks who were even more philistine than the philistine, Cheng Zongyang suddenly remembered Ciyin's way of seeing the thief's way. Could it be that they came from Mingqing Temple? Such philistine temples are rare, but in terms of advantages, this temple probably has nothing to do with the Ten-Strait jungle. He doesn't want to provoke another group of monks who have a grudge against the Yueniao people. The nun came out and shouted to fight and kill.
A group of monks quarreled for a while, and the man who was following the stalk was patient. He stood from afar without saying a word, Cheng Zongyang glanced at him, and then pointed to the monk who had just received the reward: You are the only one!
The young master has a vision! The monk praised first and then laughed: The little monk Mingxin, what he meant was Mingxin's meaning to see Buddha, is it the first time he came here? Please let the young monk tell the young master that our Mingqing Temple is the first temple in Lin'an. There are five halls, seventh floors and nine famous gardens in the temple, with first-class facilities...
Qin Hui smiled and said: I wonder which master in the temple is here to stay?
Mingxin's expression was a little embarrassed, and he was obviously asked about the pain by the dead traitor.
Cheng Zongyang waved his hand and said carelessly: What master do you want? These buildings are not enough for you to see! The buildings are tall and the halls are big, and many people come here are good temples! The master is the little meat filling on the steamed buns, and he will taste this even if he is not!
Thorough! Mingxin held his thumb, the young master's wisdom is as thick as the little monk's arm
The man was still following behind. Cheng Zongyang took a step, thinking about how to get rid of him, while casually speaking, Mingxin was perfunctory.
Ming Xin said: I don’t know that the young master came to the temple to...
Cheng Zongyang laughed: Become a fortune as an official
Oh! I'm so respectful, it turns out that I'm an official
As an official, he has a small business, and he has a big fortune. Cheng Zongyang said: I just came to Lin'an and was thinking about looking for a business. I happened to see a big house empty. Why are you Lin'an people so unaware of business? As long as we have a piece of land, why is this land still empty? I just left Ah, this land is really not small! As I walked into the temple, I thought about raising incense and asking, should I ask? Who? Bodhisattvas are in charge of sending children, in charge of making money and being officials, but I haven't heard of anyone in charge of real estate? Just come next to each other, this large group of Buddhas can always collide with a manager...
When Cheng Zongyang was talking nonsense, Yu Ziyuan couldn't hold back his laughter. He turned his head and coughed violently. Qin Hui nodded slightly with a smile, as if the head of the family was talking about the teachings of the saints.
Although Mingxin's smile is very far-fetched, at least she still laughs with her, showing good professional qualities. Amitabha, donor... Ah... who... He was willing to flatter him a few words, but he couldn't find the specific location for flattery. Finally, he shouted, OK!
Cheng Zongyang was not vague and responded: Reward!
Mingxin suddenly felt that his hard work was not in vain and said with a blushing face: Please, donor!
The man behind him was fooled with his expression. He followed from the Main Hall to the Medicine Buddha Hall, and finally couldn't help but stomped his feet and turned around and left.
Cheng Zongyang breathed a sigh of relief and finally sent the man away. The report meeting that he probably handed over to the report: On February 17, a group of four foreign merchants wandered around the Wumu Palace. After investigation, it was planned to demolish the Wumu Palace for foreign real estate developers.
Mingxin supported the show all the way, Cheng Zongyang opened his mouth and claimed that if he wanted to demolish it, he would demolish the entire house and pay the owner some money. Then build a villa on the east side, each household has a 30-foot floor, and it will be a few times the profit if it sells. There are shops on the north side, and build a theater on the south side of the city of Song. The goal is to become the entertainment center of the entire Lin'an and even the entire Song Dynasty.
Ming Xin said: Is the young master from the west ready to build an inn or a college?
Aside! Aside! Cheng Zongyang said: The southwest is going to build a dry hall! You want to Ah, your temple is next to the west, and after reciting the scriptures every day, you will sweat all over the body, and go to the bathhouse to take the fragrant panicles and wash them with a crunch! Then find two girls to pinch their backs and loosen their bones... that taste! Hey!
Yi Mingxin claimed that he could make the dead live with his mouth, but Cheng Zongyang's words made him lively and he looked fascinated.
Cheng Zongyang was about to go and see the blessing list, but suddenly stopped and Yu Ziyuan was not strange. Qin Hui's expression moved slightly, turned his head and looked north for the meeting. Cheng Zongyang nodded slightly, raised his legs and walked northward.
Mingxin came to his senses and hurriedly said: Donor! Please come here! You can't go there!
Cheng Zongyang waved his hand, and Qin Hui took out a handful of silver zhu Mingxin immediately said: The little monk will lead the way for the young master!
Where can you go to this temple?
Young Master, there is a vegetable garden in the temple over there, and the pickled food is tightly pickled, and there is nothing good to look at... Ming Xin carefully explained to the donor while walking.
Cheng Zongyang had a faint smile on his face, but he reached into the fox fur with one hand and pressed the coral dagger.
Mingxin's entire skill is all about his mouth, and Yu Ziyuan's cultivation is not enough; just now, the ground moved slightly, and he and Qin Hui both realized that it was not an earthquake, but someone used his footwork to play the power of the man. He would never be under Wu Erlang that day. The two of them had the same thought in their minds: Could it be Ci Yin when they fight with others in the temple?
The vegetable garden of Mingqing Temple is located behind the temple, with an area of dozens of acres along the street. There is a short wall with dozens of locust trees and willow trees planted inside. You can see a group of men gathering under the trees from afar.
Seeing the group of people, Mingxin hesitated and whispered: Those are the ruffians in the city who settled down and went to the garden to steal vegetables all day long. Even several senior brothers were injured by them until a monk who had been waiting for the order to come to the garden before the New Year. Unexpectedly, he came again today.
If the rogues have such cultivation, Wu Er, who comes to Lin'an, may not be able to make it out in the rogue circle.
When I got closer, I found that those ruffians were far away. Standing in a circle, a man and a woman stood a fat monk. He had a scar on his head and exposed his shiny scalp. His body was tall and fat, and his thick beard was like a hedgehog. If he weren't wearing a gray monk's rosary and a string of rosary hanging on his chest, he looked like a butcher selling meat.
Opposite him was a young girl, wearing a blue dress and wearing a niang hat. The girl was probably only one-third of the big monk. At this time, the two of them fists and palms, and they were fighting to the bottom of the heart.
The fat monk fell down and stepped out half a foot deep in a dirt pit. The girl was like a butterfly wearing a flower. She had excellent body skills, but she could not break through the monk's fists and just wandered around the monk.
The little nun looked angry and said while beating: Bad monk! You pay me a lot of money!
Nun, don’t talk nonsense! Where have you seen your flowers in the house?
Although the monk shouted loudly, his face was covered with cinnabar color, revealing a twelve-pointed heart.
Mingxin covered his mouth with one hand and said in Cheng Zongyang's ear with disdain: Monks do not sit in meditation and recite scriptures, but they want to dance their fists and sticks. He deserves to go to the vegetable garden to compose and water manure.
The two of them suddenly separated in the field. The fat monk half of the monk's sleeve was torn off by the nun, but he lost half of the trick.
Come again! The monk shouted loudly, picked up the Zen stick as thick as an arm next to him, then pulled off his shirt and rolled it around his waist, revealing his upper body full of tattoos
The monk was sturdy, but his tattoos were extremely delicate, and the patterns of the thorns were unique. From the chest to the back, all the flowers were wrapped around the branches and leaves, and the flowers spitting out of the donkey were like the beautiful flowers all over the body.
Qin Hui blurted out: What a flower monk!
Yu Ziyuan showed a strange expression: Is this...it's so coincidental...
Cheng Zongyang stared at the monk and asked subconsciously: Who is he?
Look at the tattoo on his body, which is eighty-slightly similar to what Captain Zang said, it should be Company Commander Zang’s senior brother and Monk Hua!
Lu Zhishen? Zang Xiu’s senior brother? What kind of world is this!
What about the nun? Tell me clearly that I should have pulled up the weeping willows at this moment, so why did a little nun pop up?
Mingxin Oops: The little monk recognized it. Isn’t that Yang Liu, the little master of Foxin Temple?
Cheng Zongyang looked black. Your nun called Yang Liu?
The young master didn't know anything. Mingxin said, laughing and spreading his hands open
Cheng Zongyang said with a cold face: Let’s make it clear and then give money!
Ming said happily: The rules of Foxin Temple, nuns will not be formally shaved until they are sixteen years old. The master has not shaved his hair in front of the Buddha. He has only a nickname called Yang Liu.
Mingxin bought one free one free, and provided one more information: the monk's family's surname is Lu, and his name is Zhishen. He is really a fool. Because he has a green thorn on his body, he calls him a monk Hua, who is very happy and has good meat, and is very brave and fierce. He gets drunk and goes crazy when he can't stay in the temple and then arrives at the vegetable garden... Oh my Buddha's grandfather! The Buddhist clean land, who cooks this pot of meat soup!
With a bang, Mingxin's bare forehead was chiseled with chestnuts and pulled his collar and shouted: Open your dog's eyes and look carefully! This is radish, this is tofu, where is the broth?
Mingxin nodded quickly
Come on, I will reward you with this piece of tofu!
A piece of dog meat was put into Mingxin's mouth. Mingxin bit the piece of meat with a bitter face and took it down. He couldn't even complain.
Cheng Zongyang watched with a smile, without any intention of interfering
Huahua! The little nun screamed and flew over, but saw a dog skin beside the pot
Lu Zhishen had just insisted that he had never seen it. Now that he was caught by someone, his old face suddenly turned red and his legs spread apart, holding the Zen stick with both hands, shaking his arms, and making a buzzing sound, then roared, swallowing the mountains and rivers, and covering the embarrassment with all his might.
The little nun's eyes suddenly turned red, she raised her hand to draw out the sword, and said in a crying voice: Bad monk! Come on your life!
As soon as Lu Zhishen used his Zen Staff, he immediately gained the upper hand. The little nun just fought with him but took advantage of his lightness. His true cultivation was much better than Lu Zhishen's difference. After only ten moves, he was forced to stand on the scene and broke her slender waist and jumped onto a willow tree. The sword light was like countless stars, sprinkling towards Lu Zhishen.
The ruffians around him shouted loudly and said: Master! Give this little nun a look!
The master eats the dog meat in your temple and respects you!
What dog do monks raise? They deserve to be eaten!
Lu Zhishen's Zen Staff became smoother and smoother. About half a dozen of feet were shrouded in the black and golden shadows of the handle of the staff. Suddenly, the Zen Staff was swung out with a thunderous sound, and it hit the little nun's sword light like a slap in a flies. The little nun's delicate body trembled violently, and the long sword was shattered in an instant.
OK! There was a cheer outside the wall
When Cheng Zongyang looked up, it was the man who had been staring at him just now. Somehow he heard the movement and watched him standing outside the wall. Looking at the tricks Lu Zhishen used, it was like a drunkard who saw fine wine. The martial arts cynic was dancing like a confidant. He was happy and moved.
The little nun's long sword was destroyed, and her figure slowed down. She could no longer shuttle between the willow trees. She retreated to the willow tree that was embraced by one by one. She gritted her teeth and used the broken sword. The branches were used as hidden weapons and threw them down one by one.
Bad monk! Bad monk! Bad monk! Bad monk!
The strength on her hands was insufficient, but her head was very accurate. After a while, Lu Zhishen's bald head was hit a few times, and his forehead was pounding.
Lu Zhishen screamed in anger: Little nun! If you lose, you will lose and you will still be unable to lie!
You eat my flowers and I will beat you to death!
Lu Zhishen said with a strong face: Wu'nun! There is a saying that men do not raise cats, and women do not raise dogs! The flower dog at home is born, which will allow you to practice with peace of mind and keep stopping. The flower family will go up and take you down!
Lu Zhishen's light body skills are usually tight. He didn't catch the little nun even leaping several times. Instead, he was hit by the little nun at close range. He wanted to climb up, but the willow tree had just turned green and its branches were invincible like smoke. The little nun stood on the tree and could barely stand firm. It would never be possible to add Lu Zhishen.
After some trouble, Lu Zhishen was not even touched the corner of his clothes, Lu Zhishen could not even touch the corner of his clothes. The little nun also quarreled with him.
Cheng Zongyang shouted: I said, you fat monk, why are you so careless? Wouldn't you get a knot after pulling the tree?
Lu Zhishen slapped his forehead, he was a good plan!
The rogue mouths around him were all round, and the little nun on the tree was also stunned. Lu Zhishen arched his waist, opened his arms and hugged the willow tree, then carried his shoulders, and held the trunk. The muscles on his shoulders bulged and bulged high like iron. Then he shouted loudly. The land around the roots suddenly bulged, and the sound of root fractures came from the soil.
The ruffians around him forgot to cheer, and Qin Hui, who had always been in a leisurely expression, became solemn and clear. He was holding the piece of dog meat in his heart. He couldn't vomit and swallow it. At this moment, he could see it. When his throat moved, a large piece of fat dog meat suddenly slid into his stomach.
The little nun was so beautiful that she had no time to escape, and the shed willows under her were pulled up by the whole tree. She couldn't help but slipped under her feet and fell from the tree.
After fighting for so long, the monk Hua finally caught the little nun. He hugged him immediately and laughed: Sajia has even pulled out the willows grown on the ground, let alone you, a little willow weighing a few pounds! Then he shouted: Are you convinced or not!
The little nun was hugged by him and could not get out of it. Suddenly, her mouth sagged and she cried out loud.
Now it was Monk Hua's turn to be stunned. He was in a hurry and quickly let go of his hands, bowed and bowed, and apologized repeatedly.
Is it amazing to come from Mount Wutai? The little nun cried and said: You pay my flower! You pay my sword!
Lu Zhishen said calmly: In the martial arts competition in the world, life and death are based on fate, so where do you need a sword?
Woo woo...
I understand and tell you! I don’t want money from a family, but I’ll have to die!
Woo woo...
It’s useless for you to cry! The family is really worthless!
Woo woo...
Oh, stop crying! Don’t cry! Sa’s family will pay you a sword and you are the young ones! Use the money to use it for Sa’s family!
Although the ruffians around him were reluctant, the monk could not get out of the stage, so he had to take out his clothes and touch his sleeves. You were three months old, and I spent five months to pay the little nun Yangliu to tear up the dog skin, and left crying with the bare hilt of the sword.
The monk is so powerful! The man who is fighting outside the wall jumped over the low wall and walked quickly, clasping his fists and said: Lin Chong, the instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards in a certain family! He just saw that the monk used his good foot and punching equipment, so I came to visit him!
Lu Zhishen's eyes lit up and he shouted: Good man! Lu Zhishen, the monk of Sajiahua!
The two of them fell in love with each other at first sight, and kept Cheng Zongyang and others aside. Cheng Zongyang was not angry, and looked at the two thoughtfully. Qin Hui thought the head of the family had a desire to get to know each other, so he was tidying his clothes and was about to speak, but was pulled by Cheng Zongyang.
Let's go if the time is not right
Everyone returned to the temple, Cheng Zongyang stopped burning incense, went to the blessing list to look around, and then gave Mingxin the reward and returned to the courtyard.
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