Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 689

Seeing the imperial guards stepping into the temple neatly in rows, there were screams in the courtyard.

Huiji frowned.

"Junwang, can you take a step to speak?"

Fu Jiuqu walked to one side with him.

"Master, please speak."

Huizhi said: "The Dharma meeting in the temple and the ringing of the bell are all solemn things. The forbidden army will enter the temple to search, which may cause riots and make people feel uneasy... Why don't we wait for the pilgrims to leave the temple after the Dharma meeting?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced at him.

"The mage is right. This king shouldn't be so simple and rude..."

He turned his head and gestured.

"Gather and search, be gentle!"

The imperial guards responded, they did not mess around, nor did they enter or leave the meditation room or monk's house at will.They asked all the people in the temple to gather in the square, arrange them according to monks, pilgrims, laymen, men and women, and check them in an orderly manner.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The bell of Daxiangguo Temple rang.

The first day of the first lunar month in the eighth year of Jiayou came with the sound of bells.

The Bodhisattva did not enjoy the filial incense sticks from the believers, but still ate the residual incense from last year. The entire temple hall of Daxiangguo Temple was filled with a tense atmosphere.

"Master Jun, Lord Jun, we are all good citizens who come here to offer incense, not rebels..."

"Line up, make sure it's correct, and I'll let you go."

"Hey! In front of the Bodhisattva seat, the king of Guangling County is too presumptuous..."

"The search for the chaotic party came to the temple..."

From time to time, there were discussions among the crowd.

Several imperial guards came over and yelled loudly, and then they slowly quieted down.

Fu Jiuqu walked through the crowd and inspected them row by row.

Everyone stared at him, holding their breath.

From the beginning to the end, he walked up to Hui Zhi again.

Huizhi followed several monks, Fu Jiuqu glanced at their faces and smiled.

"Master Huizhi, is everyone here?"

Huizhi called the minister monk, "Dehai, go and count the number of people and report to the county king."

De Hai responded, "Yes, Master."

Daxiangguo Temple has a lot of personnel, but there are rules and regulations for each category. Dehai has a roster in his hand, and he will quickly complete the inventory according to the entrances of meditation halls, fasting rooms, guest halls, storerooms, Daliao, and Tibetan scriptures.

"Master Abbot, everyone is here, and they are all in the courtyard."

Fu Jiuqu took the booklet from him without changing his face.

Flipping through it a little bit, the speed is so fast that no one believes that he can count the number of people in such a short time, but he closed the booklet and said clearly:
"The number is wrong. One person is missing."

De Hai was stunned, "What does the king mean by this? This is the roster of the monastery, including the list of monks..."

Fu Jiuqu glanced at the faces of him and several great monks present, with a smile on his face, but every word was extremely indifferent.

"This king said that one person is missing, and one person is missing."

Anger appeared in the eyes of the monks.

The pilgrims on the other side of the courtyard were also aggrieved after hearing this.

This is the Daxiangguo Temple, a royal temple. Does Guangling County King regard it as his family's back house?Too reckless.

Fu Jiuqu didn't make them angry for long.

"Cheng Cang!"

With an order, Cheng Cang came up with several booklets and handed them to Master Huizhi.

Fu Jiuqu said: "The last time this king came to the temple to check the register, he specially asked someone to copy it. There is one person missing in the monk's house in the back hall. Did someone die, or did he leave the temple? Why is there no record?"

Huizhi glanced sideways: "The Supervisory Court."

Of course, an abbot can't cover everything and take care of everything.

The supervisor stepped forward to check the list, and asked someone to call Motou.

"Why is there one person missing from the monastery?"

All around were staring eyes, Motou was so nervous that his voice was trembling.

"Abbot, supervisor, some people did...leave the temple a few days ago."

In such a large temple, it is normal for people to come and go, but they will leave records of the ins and outs.But under the questioning of the supervisor, Motou didn't take out the backup file, but knelt down directly.

"When this man came, the monk saw him as pitiful, so he took him in. But he didn't make a sound when he left. The monk was afraid that he would be held accountable, so he didn't record it..."

Fu Jiuqu: "Why is the master afraid of being held accountable for doing charity?"

Cold sweat was dripping on the grinding head's forehead, and he didn't dare to look directly into Fu Jiuqu's eyes.

"He, he... has tattoos on his face..."

If there is a tattoo, it must be a person who has been tattooed, that is, a person with a criminal record.But people are not sages, who can do nothing... The imperial court has not stipulated that people who have committed crimes cannot enter the temple as a monk.

Unless it's... fugitives.

Fu Jiuqu sneered.

"Where did the person go, does the master know?"

"No, I don't know. The little monk also softened his heart for a moment, and agreed to take him in..."

Motou regretted endlessly.

The supervisor and Huizhi looked helpless.

It turned out that there were really fugitives in the temple...

Quiet all around.

Fu Jiuqu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"A bunch of nonsense."

He paused for a moment, his voice as cold as snow falling.

"Recently, there were lunatics killing people in Wuzaxiang, with a total of six deaths and injuries... I found the trace of the gangster during a secret investigation last night. I followed all the way and saw him sneaking into the Daxiangguo Temple with my own eyes, but you told me that he was not in the temple. Could it be that he Did you put on your wings and fly away?"

The expressions of all the monks changed.

That is to say, the Guangling County King had already decided that the thief was hiding in the temple, so he brought his troops here.

Huizhi twirled the Buddha beads with his hands, and said slightly.

"Where is the person hiding? Who hid it? If you hand it over now, the old monk can still plead with the county king and deal with it leniently. If you refuse to hand it over, let the county king find out, then don't blame the old monk for not showing mercy... ..."

For a good moment there was no sound.

Until there was a shady laugh in the silence.

"Aren't you just trying to force me to show up in such a big battle? I'm here for a while today, so what about you..."

In the snowstorm, a man wearing a monk's robe and a bamboo hat pushed out the door from the side hall, stood on the steps, glanced at the archers on the wall and eaves, and then at the impenetrable imperial army, and smiled ironically.

"The king of Guangling County brought so many people to arrest me, does he think highly of me, or think low of himself... What, I'm afraid you can't beat me?"

Fu Jiuqu never underestimated Zhang Xun.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"You want me to withdraw the archers? Unfortunately, this king does not accept this aggressive method."

He raised his hand, "Archers are ready!"

A dark group of people stood up on the eaves.

These are not government servants in Kaifeng, but real soldiers. This formation is surprising.

As soon as Zhang Xun appeared, the people began to evacuate.

Xin Yi arrived with Er Nian, Duan Sui and two guards, just in time for the imperial army to command the pilgrims in the temple to leave the temple in an orderly manner...

There were as many people as ants, and they crowded out frantically. Xin Yi followed a few guards and walked in the opposite direction. He didn't see Cai Qi's shadow, but saw Zhang Xun confronting the imperial army with their swords drawn.

"It's him..." Er Nian murmured.

Xin Yi turned around and saw that the child's eyes suddenly turned red, and the tension and excitement when he entered the door were gone, and the hand that was holding the waist knife tightly fell down...

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The flying snow is dense, like goose feathers, rendering the ink-like sky a vast color.

Zhang Xun was already surrounded by the forbidden army, and there were still countless archers on the roof. It can be said that he would be unable to fly.

Fu Jiuqu's expression remained unchanged.

Monk Huizhi lowered his head and closed his eyes, chanting scriptures in a low voice.

Zhang Xun's hand holding the knife became tighter and tighter, his face under the bamboo hat was stiff and indifferent, and obvious tattoo marks could be seen, like a ghost.

"Fu Jiuqu, do you dare to challenge me one-on-one?"

Fu Jiuqu swept his eyes and was about to answer when a clear voice suddenly came.

"I'm coming, I'll challenge you one-on-one!"

Everyone looked over in unison.

Xin Yi suppressed Er Nian, "What are you doing?"

Er Nian's eyes reflected the blazing fire, and he looked directly at Zhang Xun on the steps of the side hall.

"Mom, let me go."

"No. You back off."

"Mother..." Er Nian said, "I've grown up."

Xin Yi stared at him abruptly, "Do you still have feelings for him?"

She asked very directly, Er Nian frowned.

"No. I just want to grow up..."

It is very difficult to get rid of and struggle, but he is like a chick in the eggshell, he will never be able to escape that layer of shell unless he works hard on his own.

"I don't want to be said that I'm the son of a guilty minister, the son of Zhang Xun..."

Xin Yi saw the child's inner struggle, and before he had time to say anything, he heard Zhang Xun's loud laughter.

"Sure enough, he is my good son!"

When he saw Xin Yi and Er Nian, he glanced straight at them, walked down the steps step by step, and pointed with a knife.

"Come on, come here and kill your father, and see if the emperor's father will recognize you as his son and make you his prince!"

Fu Jiuqu's complexion changed.

Er Nian was so angry that he gritted his teeth, if Xin Yi hadn't pulled him, he would have rushed over immediately...

"Er Nian." Xin Yi has great strength, but Er Nian is much taller than her, and he is also strong. It is a bit difficult to hold on to the child, "Anyone can kill him, but you can't."

The veins on Er Nian's forehead popped out, "I hate him! I wish I could kill him. If it weren't for him, my elder brother would be sneaky because he didn't know how to take the imperial examination. I'm afraid people will ask about her family background. Third sister wouldn't always be accused of being a criminal." Girl, you can't marry a good family..."

"You can hate him, scold him, despise him! But you can't kill him!" Xin Yi's voice was cold.

In the eyes of the world, Zhang Xun is Er Nian's biological father.He is no longer a thing, even as a son of man, he should not raise a sword against him.The word "filial piety" weighs as much as a thousand catties, and it can overwhelm Er Nian's entire future.

It can be said that once he did something to Zhang Xun, he would not be able to clean it up in this life.

This world will not allow a father who kills his father to have a bright future, even if the father deserves to be cut to death...

(End of this chapter)