Listening to politics behind a curtain?Kill the Queen Mother at the beginning!

Chapter 43 How Thin Are You?

"Boom..."

hilltop, bell tower,

The heavy copper bell was struck by wooden pillars carried by several monks. Looking carefully, the copper bell has already had green rust. It was built by the monk Jiujie alone when he returned from his travels. , used as a warning when invading from other places.

It's just that it has never sounded since it was completed. The monks on the mountain who rang the bell were shocked and angry when they saw the thousands of cavalry rushing along the mountain road. So far, I have behaved well, not daring to disturb the purity of Buddhism.

And why was he surrounded by people?
After the bell rang,

The leading monk hurriedly ran down from the bell tower to the Daxiong Hall. This was an annual temple fair, and Abbot Jiujie was not there. Naturally, the first monk who was the successor would meet the believers who came here to pray for blessings in the main hall.

At this moment, the benevolent-looking first monk, wearing cassock and holding Buddhist scriptures in his hands, was preaching scriptures to hundreds of extraordinary believers on the bluestone square in front of the Daxiong Palace, and was a little dazed when he heard the sudden ringing of the bell.

"First seat, something is wrong!

The monk in charge of monitoring the security of the temple said in a panic to the first seat in front of the main hall.

"The pure place of Buddhism,"

"What's the habit of yelling so much?"

The first monk put down the Buddhist scriptures and spoke in displeasure. Hearing the continuous ringing of the bell, he was inexplicably upset. He thought it was the monk on duty who made a big fuss, and didn't even think about the alarm bell that shook the mountain.

"First one, a group of thieves came from somewhere down the mountain, and they have surrounded the mountain gate and are coming up to kill them." The monk on duty explained hastily without hesitation.

"A gang of thieves?"

"You lead people to fight with sticks."

"Remember, don't hurt the thieves' lives, and leave it to the government to deal with it. If you want to come to Zhang's Fucheng in the government office, Mr. Zhang will teach those thieves himself after he returns."

The head monk waved his hand and still didn't care. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man in the front row who was wearing ordinary clothes and still had an extraordinary bearing. He didn't give the monk a chance to speak.

"Please rest assured, the first seat."

"Here in the Beijing government office,"

"The old man still has some weight to speak."

The official responded directly when he heard the sound. Since they were unwilling to kill, he was also willing to help. As the second in command of the Shangjing government office, it was very easy to kill a few people without anyone noticing.

In addition, the old mother in the family has always believed in Buddhism, and often accompanied her to the White Horse Temple. In the past, she did a lot of work for him. Now that the old mother is old, she still never forgets it. Save face.

"First seat, the first son, I think that the bandit is leading a crowd of several thousand people, and he is very menacing. He looks like he is dressed like a member of the army. I'm afraid he won't be able to beat him with a stick." Naturally, I don't recognize the clothes after dealing with them.

"Thousands of people?"

Maybe it's been too long,
The first monk only paid attention to it after hearing the sound, but his expression was extremely puzzled. The White Horse Temple has always valued connections, and it has something to do with both civil servants and generals in the capital. He who is the leader of armies and rulers in the hands of sinless sins,
Don't you see, Buddhism is closed in troubled times, and Buddhism is prosperous in prosperous times. It is a tradition of Buddhism to seek profit and avoid disaster. What's more, Baima Temple, as the largest temple in Shangjing, has engraved this virtue into its bones.

"The thief also sent people to block all the roads down the mountain, and now he is driving the pilgrims up the mountain. First, what should we do?"

The monk on duty ran to the railing of Qingshi Square, looked at the scene below and said with a mournful face.

"Good, good..."

The head monk also didn't care about preaching at this moment, he put his hands together and said sincerely to the pilgrims in the square: This is an annual temple fair, but I didn't expect that there would be thieves making trouble, it's really not good hospitality. "

"Also please benefactors,"

"Let's take shelter in the Great Hall of the Great Hero for the time being."

"With the Buddha in the hall to protect you, you will be safe!"

The head monk forcibly calmed down and pointed out his hand, the pilgrims in front of him saw the critical situation and didn't say much, they walked into the main hall under the guidance of the monk.

"Call out all the monks in the temple."

"Let's see who it is, who is making calculations!"

The head monk turned around and his face was indeed gloomy.
"Boom, boom, boom..."

This is the sound of a horse's hoof stepping down. The sound on the mountain road is different from that on the bluestone. Compared with thunder, it is more dull.

Dull sounds from far and near,
Everyone's hearts trembled after hearing it.

At this time, the head of the White Horse Temple realized the seriousness of the problem, his eyes were full of worry, and a group of monks standing in the front of the Xiongbao Hall even stood up and waited in full force with demon sticks in their hands.

"Don't rush to do it later!"

"Let's see if there is room for maneuver."

The head monk didn't see him, he saw the momentum, and knew he was invincible, he gritted his teeth, put down the vajra stick in his hand, and walked to the front of the square, no matter what he did, he would show weakness first, so as not to make a direct move, that's not good end.

"Master Qijie, don't worry."

"If it's someone in the army."

"The old man is still a bit thin."

Just when the head monk, Qi Jie, was feeling uneasy, a third-rank official in crimson official robes came out of the Daxiong Hall, and spoke out in relief.

Originally, after retreating from the imperial court, he stayed overnight in the quiet courtyard of the back mountain. After hearing the movement here, he rushed over to inquire about the situation, knowing what was going on, and then he walked to Qi Jie's side.

"Then, thank you, Li Shangshu!"

The head monk made a sound and looked inexplicably at ease. Speaking of which, this pilgrim was originally just a chief secretary of the Ministry of War, but after the Yongle Street incident, there were many more vacancies, so the court appointed him as the Minister of the Ministry of War temporarily. This position has also become the focus of Baima Temple's hospitality.

"Oh?"

"I wonder how thin this lord is?"

While the two were talking, Luo Porridge rode his horse and appeared at the end of the mountain road, followed by Ti Qi, who immediately surrounded the square without any explanation.

Qingyuan Mountain is not high at all, only more than [-] zhang. After the temple has silver, the road up the mountain has been repaired extremely level, for the high-ranking officials and nobles to pass by cars and sedan chairs. Now, it is convenient for me to ride my horse directly to these The lair of the bald donkey.

"Luo, Luo...Master Luo..."

The official who spoke just now looked at the young man in front of him who was wearing a black gold python robe with an embroidered spring knife hanging from his waist, and instantly recognized his identity, and he lost the confidence he had before when he spoke.

Earlier, I was thankful that I was old and humble, and didn't participate in those major events, and finally I was able to end up in the position of Shangshu for the elderly.

Now that he saw the master who caused everything, he unconsciously thought of the empty office of the military department, and his legs felt a little weak.

"Master Li, acting as Shangshu of the Ministry of War temporarily?"

Luo Porridge held the whip and looked at the old man in front of him suspiciously.

"Lord Luo, sir..."

As the man spoke, he started to cry faintly, and even called himself an official, but speaking of Fangzheng's second-rank grade, he was right.

"Come over here and let me see clearly."

Luo Congee hooked his fingers and said suspiciously.

"Lord Luo, I don't know that it was Lord Luo who came here, and he offended His Excellency all of a sudden, I'm really confused..."

The man said as he walked.

"Snapped……"

When he got closer, Luo Porridge couldn't help but slammed the whip straight past him. The man was old and frail, and he was caught off guard, and was thrown to the ground directly. The bloody whip mark on his face was particularly eye-catching.

The latter spit out a mouthful of blood with tightness in his chest, he was really ashamed to see others, and he didn't know how to deal with this murderous embryo, so he simply pretended to pass out and fell to the ground, turning a deaf ear to the chief's call.

"The skin is really thin."

Luo Porridge looked at the Shangshu who was pretending to be dead on the ground and said in surprise.

(End of this chapter)