The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 218

Capital.

Magical Houhou Mansion, everyone gathered together,
This night was not peaceful, Nine Daguan Daolong Fangxiao died of exhaustion, Hongxiu God nun fought with his life to win, and the remaining masters all scattered.

The situation in the world has changed so much that even Zhuge Shenhou has admitted defeat.

On both sides of the long hall, big vermilion chairs were arranged neatly, and all the important people in the world had already been seated, some were fidgeting, some were sitting upright, and some were silent.

The courtyard of the Hou Mansion was even more crowded with all kinds of forces from all walks of life.

Suddenly, the crowd parted like a tide, and a burly figure strode forward, went straight into the hall and sat on the upper seat.

As soon as Chen Zhuo took his seat, Dao Nan Shen hurried forward to report, "Master Zhuge, the people from Zhuge Shenhou took advantage of the chaos to rescue Zhao Ji, but they didn't hurt anyone. They only used drugs to send the people we arranged Dazed."

The joy on everyone's faces didn't last long, and they were shocked again.

Lei Sunteng stood up, with gray eyebrows furrowed, he didn't want to see this great prospect come to an end, if Zhao Ji survived, and with the help of Zhuge Gods and Marquis, these military generals and courtiers would turn against each other sooner or later, and the situation would turn around at that time.

He said that he was about to order everyone to go after him, but when he saw Chen Zhuo sitting on the grand teacher's chair without any sign of abnormality, his heart suddenly jumped out of his mind. "Not chasing?"

Chen Zhuo glanced at him, took a sip of the hot tea on the side, and after swallowing it, he said casually: "He came here for Zhao Ji, didn't he make it very clear last night?"

What did you say last night?

A group of people looked at each other.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the reactions of everyone in the hall, and said softly: "He said that he believed that I was really for the world, otherwise why do you think I just discuss with them instead of fighting to the death."

Qi Shaoshang sat aside, thought for a moment, and suddenly understood, "Mr. Zhuge is using our lives to make a deal with you in exchange for Zhao Ji."

Chen Zhuo eloquently said, "The Fengyun Escort has all the masters, plus the "time-honored" Wen family, there are more than 500 elites in total. Hearing the wind came to help, if you really want to do it, you will be killed and the net will be broken."

Mingli's methods are easy to deal with, but you can add the "Wen family" headed by Wen Wan, these ruthless hands who are good at poisoning, kill people without shadow and invisible, and are hard to guard against.

Chen Zhuo didn't pay much attention to it, but the rest of the people couldn't be sure.

"And Zhuge Zheng, didn't I say that he is loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and the old prince has been rescued, so how could he let Zhao Ji be trapped in the forbidden palace?"

Zhu Yueming said with a dry smile, "Master Hou, if we just let them rescue him, will there be future troubles?"

Holding the teacup, Chen Zhuo blew on the froth on it, his eyes complicated, "No way, how come, after this discussion, they have no chance of winning, two of the five masters died, Zhuge Zheng and I will only Arrange the father and son in a place where no one can find them, to spend their old age in peace, and to serve as all courtiers, and... Zhuge Shenhou is also about to die."

His words were astonishing, and everyone was stunned first, and then shocked in an uproar.

But Chen Zhuo didn't open his mouth to explain the reason.

Now that Zhao Ji has been rescued, Zhuge Shenhou has no more worries. Last night, this man said that he was frightened by Wanyan Jue's aura and wanted to fight. Now that his worries are gone, he doesn't want to become an official in the court. After settling down Zhao Ji's father and son, it's time to go north.

If you go here, you will definitely die.

It is true that this man is loyal to the emperor and patriotic to the country, but the emperor is in front and the country is in the rear, and what he does is the result of perseverance, not heinous.

It's a pity that although he proposed to discuss the Tao on the ground and avoid the life-and-death battle, Long Fangxiao and Hongxiu Shenni still died.

He can still understand Long Fangxiao's death. The Fengyun bodyguard is too powerful. Now that the leader is dead, the subordinates will not dare to have second thoughts, and they will naturally return to the court according to their words. His death... probably because he didn't want to lose.

The two sides in this battle seemed to be incompatible, but it was the handover of power between the old and new generations.

The biggest beneficiary among them is him.

The same is true, Yan Kuangtu and the Jiang Brothers will leave immediately to return to the south, and even the capital dare not enter again.

Because of the northern martial arts, there are black and white, and now they all belong to the "Shenzhou League".

All in all, Zhuge Zhengwo pushed Chen Zhuo in a disguised form to stabilize his strength.

He put down his teacup, got up and said to Qi Shaoshang: "If you are free, go to Fengyun Escort Bureau and Xiaohanshan Temple to pay homage for me."

When he reached the door, Chen Zhuo turned his head and paused his gaze in mid-air. He scanned all the people in the hall one by one, and said in a flat tone, "One month later, it will be the day of forming an alliance. Spread the hero invitations widely. All factions, gangs and associations, good and evil, good and evil, all need people to be present, otherwise, there will be no mercy!!!”

The calm words seemed to have a clanging sound.

Finally the day has come.

Everyone was refreshed and got up one after another.

"Yes!"

……

In the next few days, there were several heavy snowfalls in the capital, and the weather became colder every day.

And there are more and more rumors on the rivers and lakes.

Bianjing is still bustling, snow is flying, Chen Zhuo is wearing a plain blue shirt, strolling with an umbrella, Zhao Shirong under the umbrella is looking around curiously, looking at everything around him, sometimes tasting various snacks on the street, sometimes singing a few words Xiao Qu'er twirled the fox-fur cloak behind her, making it fresh and tight.

The two walked past Kushuipu, Tianshui Lane, shuttled among the restaurants lined up, turned around a fast food restaurant, and finally stopped in front of a gorgeous and exquisite alum building with carved beams and painted buildings.

Different from those Goulan Wasi where old bustards and tortoises need to greet customers, the people who come and go here are either princes, nobles, sons of aristocratic families, or talented scholars.

The crowds are crowded, and the crowds are like a city.

The reason for this is that there is a woman of peerless elegance and beauty.

His name is Li Shishi.

It's just that as soon as the two came, the eyes of those aristocratic young masters who had been waiting outside and couldn't wait to wait, stared straight at Zhao Shirong under the umbrella, and the more they looked, the more straight their eyes became.

"Why does this person look so similar to Miss Shi Shi?"

"Wu that rough man, is this girl for sale?"

"I give 500 taels!"

……

A group of people immediately gathered around.

But there were also sharp-eyed ones among them, their calves were spinning in fright, their lips were white and their faces were blue, and they said in a trembling voice: "See... I have seen... Zhen... Zhenbeihou!!!"

Upon hearing the words "Marquis of Zhenbei", the scene instantly quieted down, followed by limpness and trembling, and some simply rolled their eyes and fainted from fright.

"Master Hou, forgive... forgive me!"

Chen Zhuo didn't even look at the people on the ground, but looked at Zhao Shirong beside him, and said softly, "Do you want to go in and meet?"

Zhao Shirong lowered her eyes and showed no expression. She shrugged her shoulders lightly and giggled with her small face up, "Sir, what do you mean by taking me into this place of fireworks alley?"

Chen Zhuo nodded, "Then don't go in, let's go somewhere else."

Now that the overall situation in the Jianghu is tentatively determined, the rest is to respond to the Jurchen cavalry. The recruitment of soldiers has already begun in various places, and the time will only get tighter in the future. Zhao Shirong seems to understand the situation. These days, he has been busy processing memorials and stabilizing the courtiers heart of.

It was just a small request for Chen Zhuo to lead her out for a walk.

Thinking about it carefully, since he stepped into this room, he didn't seem to have calmed down to walk around and meet the common people in this world.

Let's talk about walking around all the way, one is walking slowly with an umbrella, tall and burly, with steady steps, and the other is delicate and lively, jumping and jumping under the umbrella, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

They didn't know how long they had walked, the snow was getting heavier, and they were hesitating whether to go back, when they heard the sound of bells in the wind and snow.

After Xunsheng came out for a while, he saw a thousand-year-old temple in the snow.

Looking at the past, it is covered by flying snow all over the sky, but the incense is still in full swing, the bells in the temple are loud and magnificent, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims outside the temple, but they have arrived at the "Daxiangguo Temple".

Seeing the rising clouds and incense in the temple, Zhao Shirong was very curious and asked Chen Zhuo all kinds of questions.

Just at this time, another person entered the hall. It was a stable man, he seemed to speak little, and he was hardly happy or angry, but his whole body exuded an unspeakable ferocity.

"I'm sinking into Huchan, my teacher is here!"

The man was rough and steady, with a thick voice, and he just walked out after speaking.

This man is the eldest disciple of Ye Aichan, the lazy and disabled master, and the leader of the seven bandits.

The three of them, one in front and two behind, walked in the snow, turned around several Buddhist halls, and went straight to the Arhat Hall in the octagonal corridor, only to see an old monk with a scorched yellow face sitting in a wooden pavilion, holding a With a carving knife, he carefully carved the stone statue in front of him.

Ye Aichan's complexion recovered a lot. Hearing the footsteps, he got up and turned around. When he saw Chen Zhuo, his eyes were calm, and then saw Zhao Shirong beside him suddenly lit up again. After looking at him a few times, he nodded and smiled.

"Mr. Chen, I have seen you."

Standing in front of him was a statue of a Bodhisattva of equal height, the silhouette was already visible, but his face was browless. Zhao Shirong looked curiously, "Is this Bodhisattva male or female?"

Ye Aichan smiled and said: "Buddhas have no appearance, but appearances are born from the heart and vary from person to person."

"Then why does the Buddha statue outside have a face?"

Although Zhao Shirong said that he had read many classics in the palace, and even the emperor's tricks and schemes, but he was trapped in the palace for a long time, and his understanding of everything in this world is still very superficial.

Chen Zhuo took the umbrella away, "Of course it is for whitewashing and earning incense money; otherwise, the clay body of the Buddha statue will peel off after a long time, and the people are not like people, and the Buddha is not like Buddha. How could those pilgrims worship it?"

Ye Aichan couldn't help but laugh, "It seems that President Chen is quite hostile to Buddhism. This clay Buddha statue is only visible to the naked eye. If you have the roots of wisdom, you will see it very differently."

"Isn't the old monk unwilling to admit defeat?"

Chen Zhuo smiled, but his eyes were thoughtful.

Unexpectedly, Ye Aichan suddenly said: "What the old monk did today is not the leader Chen, but a few words that he wants to say to the officials. I wonder if it is okay?"

Zhao Shirong blinked, looked at the old monk, and then at Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo stared at Ye Aichan for a moment, but soon returned to normal, and said softly: "This monk is really good, if you want to listen to it, you can listen to it, and it doesn't matter if you don't want to."

Zhao Shirong said "hmm", "Old monk, what do you want to say to me?"

Ye Aichan nodded with a smile, "The officials come with me."

Seeing the two of them step into a Buddhist temple, Chen Zhuo stood with his hands behind his back in the snow, his eyes swept away, and he looked at the browless stone statue, thinking about how to arrange the future affairs in his heart.

When the time comes, it's time to go to Yue Fei.

With that Wuji elixir, it is enough to make it reach the sky in one step. When it fully grows, it can become Zhao Shirong's right-hand man and stabilize the country. As for the civil servants...

He was thinking in his heart, but his eyes gradually changed, as if he had encountered something unbelievable; the wind and snow drifted away from his ears, and the sky and the earth seemed to drift away, as if suddenly quieted down, but the stone statue became more real than ever before.

Suddenly, the stone statue in the wind and snow trembled, came alive, and walked down the stone seat.

Chen Zhuo was startled, but he quickly realized it.

"See the Buddha speak!"

He looked at the stone statue, narrowed his eyes suddenly, and asked strangely, "Who are you?"

The stone statue had no eyebrows, no eyes, no mouth and no nose, but in Chen Zhuo's eyes, the face that was originally made of stone became brighter and brighter, like a bronze mirror.

Glancing at each other, Chen Zhuo's whole body trembled violently, what he saw in his eyes, his own eyebrows, eyes and facial features were impressively reflected on the face of the stone statue.

Buddha has no form, and it varies from person to person.

Chen Zhuo suddenly felt that his mind was moving, and there was a mysterious force that made him have some kind of mysterious connection with the stone statue.

Shan Zi Jing! ! !
Not only is his body exuding strange power, but the stone statue is also exuding strange power, resonating with each other.

Chen Zhuo was in a trance, suddenly felt the sky and the earth whirling, and then fixed his eyes, he was shocked to realize that there was another self in front of him.

No, no, he turned into a stone Buddha, as if he moved and changed from one another, saw himself through the eyes of the stone Buddha, and seemed to be in the body of the stone statue.

I heard a soft question next to my ear, "Who are you?"

That was actually my own voice before.

Chen Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

(End of this chapter)