Chaos on the temples: You can't escape if you provoke treacherous ministers

Chapter 348 A Bigger Game of Chess
Here, Yan Mu came out of Jingchuan Garden. Because of a lame leg, he walked very slowly. First, he went to the wine shop to get a jug of wine, and swayed while drinking.

Someone followed him behind him, he walked into an alley, and after turning around in it, he realized that there was no one behind him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Turning into a very secret courtyard, Yan Mu locked the door casually.

"Master, only one person was rescued." Jiang Yuan came over and said.

Yan Mu nodded, stepped into the room, and saw a man dressed as a scholar sitting on a chair covering his face and crying.He was in a mess, and his boots were worn out. It was obvious that he came here after a long journey, and he was hunted down before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, you are a scholar, who has experienced this, and now has collapsed.

Yan Mu walked over, kicked the chair the scholar was sitting on, and with a bang, the scholar stopped crying in fright, and looked up at Yan Mu in panic.

"Are you crying for yourself or for your companions?" he asked.

Speaking of companions, the scholar couldn't help but burst into tears again, "They are my childhood friends, classmates, and good friends. They died one by one in front of me. Brother Ling Jun... even blocked the sword for me, so that I can hurry up." Run. There are 12 of us in a group, and now I am the only one left. What's the use of being left alone, I might as well die with them."

Jiang Yuan poured the scholar a cup of hot tea and asked him to take a sip of tea first.

When the scholar recovered, Jiang Yuan asked him to talk about what was going on.

It turned out that this scholar and the other eleven were candidates for the exam this year, but when they registered as students in the territory of Yuzhou, they found that they had already entered the military two years ago.

But they are all studying in the academy, so how could they join the army? Obviously the government made a mistake.But such an obvious mistake, the government ignored it, only saying that they could not participate in the Qiu Wei.

They studied hard for more than ten years in order to participate in Qiuwei, high school in one fell swoop, but because of such a mistake, they couldn't take the exam?

They refused to accept it and appealed to the Yuzhou government office, but they were imprisoned for half a month for the crime of picking quarrels and provoking trouble.

Unable to seek justice at the border of Yuzhou, they made an appointment to come to Beijing to sue the court together. They were chased and killed by Yuzhou officers and soldiers along the way, and their companions were killed one by one. They finally realized that this matter was not easy.

But they didn't back down, the strength and stubbornness of the scholars were vividly reflected in them.They gritted their teeth and finally came to Jin'an after going through untold hardships.But they reported to the Jingzhao Mansion, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Households, but no one accepted it.

The darkness in the officialdom was unexpected to them.

At this time, there are only six of them left, and the living bear the mission of themselves and their dead companions, and they cannot back down.In a few days, it will be Beijin's God Worship Day, when the emperor will go to Fahua Temple to offer incense, and they plan to block the way and sue the imperial court.

But just last night, a group of people broke into their hiding place and killed his companions one by one.

"The next one should also be the soul of the dead under the sword. At the critical moment, the righteous man saved the next life." The scholar sighed after finishing speaking.

Yan Mu had roughly guessed it. Ever since the news of General Wuwei's empty salary came out, they wanted to wipe it clean, so they would naturally take action, so he asked Jiang Yuan to keep an eye on General Wuwei's mansion.

Sure enough, a fish that slipped through the net was saved.

Yan Mu looked up at the scholar, "Do you still want to seek justice for yourself and your dead companions?"

The scholar nodded hurriedly, "I would like to fight to the death!"

Yan Mu got up and walked to the scholar, bent down and whispered something.

The scholar widened his eyes, "This..."

"Are you scared?" Yan Mu raised his eyebrows.

"I can't kill innocent people."

"Innocent?" Yan Mu snorted coldly, "What if he's not innocent? If he committed a heinous crime, if you kill him, you will not only do justice for the heavens, but also achieve righteousness?"

The scholar looked at the man in front of him. He obviously didn't do anything, but there was a sense of intimidation all over his body, which made him tremble all over.

"Heh, in order to achieve the goal, we still need some means, don't we?" Yan Mu straightened up, with a glint of ruthlessness in his eyes, "Don't worry, your hands won't be stained with blood."

Coming out of the house, Jiang Yuan ran two steps to catch up with Yan Mu, "Master, our original plan was to kill Heshuo, why did we suddenly change?"

Yan Mu took a deep breath, "If you want to leave Beijin, you need to play a bigger game of chess."

"what?"

His master only wanted to kill He Shuo, like a madman, never caring about safety, why do he feel more worried now?

"What's more, he deserves to die!" Yan Mu said harshly.

Here Liu Yunxiang came to Prince Ying's Mansion, Murong Zhixi's maid led her into the inner room.

"Yunxiang, you're here, come and sit down."

Murong Zhixi sat on the warm bed and waved to Liu Yunxiang. She is now seven months pregnant and her belly is very swollen.

Liu Yunxiang walked over and took her hand, "Why are you kneeling?"

"I want to write the golden characters "The Great Compassion Mantra". It's better to sit down and bear the pain, but it's better to kneel."

Only then did Liu Yunxiang see that the case was covered with paper, and there were words written in gold ink on it, meaningful and beautiful small characters, and there was already a thick pile of writing on the side.

"How much do you want to write?"

"A hundred times."

Liu Yunxiang hurriedly supported Murong Zhixi to sit down, letting her lean on the soft pillow behind her, "Who told you to write this?"

Murong Zhixi smiled, "I do the work myself."

"How to say?"

"Isn't it a festival in a few days? It's a tradition here that wives write scriptures in gold letters to pray for the gods to bless their husbands with good health and longevity. The more you write, the more sincere you will be."

"So you wrote to His Royal Highness?"

Murong Zhixi shook his head, "If there are elders in the family, the younger generation cannot pray for themselves. This is for the emperor."

Liu Yunxiang couldn't understand, "Didn't you say you want your wife to write it?"

Murong Zhixi nodded, "I wrote this on behalf of the imperial concubine of the Ming Dynasty."

"Concubine Ming?"

"Well, when the Queen Mother and Concubine Ying passed away, the King was still young, and the Emperor decided to take care of Concubine Ming. Because of this, I often have to go to the palace to pay my respects to Concubine Ming. When I entered the palace a few days ago, she said I have an eye disease, so I can't write Buddhist scriptures in golden letters for the emperor. As a daughter-in-law, I should share the worries for my mother-in-law, so I took it on myself."

Liu Yunxiang raised his eyebrows, "She agreed?"

"Ah."

Liu Yunxiang let out a breath, "You, she clearly told you on purpose, in order to make you stop the job."

Murong Zhixi laughed, "I'm not that stupid, so I know it naturally. But the King of Ying is away now, if there is anything, he has to rely on Ming Guifei. Besides, when I copied Buddhist scriptures, I also secretly prayed for the King of England."

Murong Zhixi smiled, but the smile was a bit forced.

Liu Yunxiang changed his mind, "But what happened to King Ying?"

Murong Zhixi shook her head, but she was really worried and had nothing to confide in, so she struggled a bit, looked at Liu Yunxiang and said, "His Royal Highness sent me a letter the day before yesterday, saying that he had arrived a hundred miles outside Jin'an City. I should go back to Beijing, but there is no news so far, I am really worried."

A hundred miles outside the city?Liu Yunxiang thought, if those supernatural rumors in the previous life were true, then King Ying should be somewhere outside the city right now, and he was seriously injured.

The ruined temple outside the city...

Liu Yunxiang thought carefully about the rumors he had heard in his previous life. After Emperor Ming was rescued by the White Tiger God, he built the White Tiger Temple on the basis of the original ruined temple.

The incense in Baihu Temple is at its peak, and it is rumored that the smoke from the incense can overwhelm Fahua Temple, a thousand-year-old temple.

Fahua Temple is in Lianhua Mountain, so this ruined temple should also be in Lianhua Mountain!
(End of this chapter)