The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 322 Sister Bao is in danger
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A pale electric light pierced the dark night sky, a thunderstorm came from time to time, the wind roared, and the originally calm river suddenly set off thousands of furious waves, shaking the sky and the earth, and even scary.

He tilted a little, and violent rain poured down on his face, causing his skin to feel faint pain, but this pain was really nothing compared to the pain on his feet.

Kang Dayong was not dead, but his left foot was severely injured. He lost three toes and almost half of his foot. He was struggling to move forward in the heavy rain. The severe pain almost made him faint.

Not far away was a ruined temple. The door had fallen down, and it was dark inside, like an old mouth. It was a bit scary, but Kang Dayong walked in without hesitation.

This dilapidated temple has been in disrepair for a long time. Under the power of thunderstorms, it looks like a lonely boat shaking in the wind and rain. The roof is full of holes, and the rainwater is pouring down, as if it has entered Sun Dasheng's Water Curtain Cave. But it's better than outside.

Kang Dayong took a glance and found that the only dry position was occupied by Kato Saburo and two other Japanese pirates. When these three people saw him coming in, they had no intention of giving up their seats.

It turned out that the lucky ones who survived this time were, in addition to Kang Dayong, Kato Saburo and two other Japanese pirates. Moreover, these three people were very lucky, and they were only slightly injured in such a violent explosion.

The bad guys are undoubtedly selfish, otherwise they will not live long. Kato Saburo and the two Japanese pirates were afraid of Kang Dayong before, but now Kang Dayong is injured, his left foot is almost useless, his strength is greatly reduced, and he can't even walk. It was difficult, so the three of them were no longer afraid of him, and naturally they were unwilling to give up their only shelter.

Although Kang Dayong was very annoyed, he glanced at the samurai sword held by Kato Saburo. He was originally cruel and murderous and had to bow to reality. He walked aside silently and sat down next to the wall, but on the roof beam The dripping water could still wet half of his body.

Kang Dayong tried his best to put his injured left foot in a dry place. It was too uncomfortable to soak the wound in water. He tore off a piece of cloth from his body and wrung it out, then gritted his teeth and bandaged the wound.

The violent storm lasted for less than half an hour and finally stopped, and there were even a few stars in the night sky. Kang Dayong wiped his face, took out the account book wrapped in oil paper from his arms, opened it and checked it, and found that it was only a little wet, so he felt relieved and secretly said cruelly: "Dai Li, you guys are so evil. The bastard wants me to die, so I will make sure you all die."

Kang Dayong recalled the scene of the sudden explosion of the ship, and was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth. He didn't expect Dai Li to be so insidious. He buried gunpowder on the ship, and two or five guys like Li Hongji sneaked away halfway. I don't know if he knew it beforehand or guessed that Dai Li would be unfaithful. Anyway, these two or five young men should definitely die, and they didn't even remind themselves.

Kang Dayong complained about everything, sometimes gnashing his teeth, sometimes regretting that he was too stupid, and fell asleep unknowingly. He didn't wake up suddenly until daybreak. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found Kato Saburo standing in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart. Di shouted: "Kato, what do you want to do?"

Nagato Saburo had always been afraid of Kang Dayong's power. At this time, he subconsciously took a step back and explained: "My subordinates screamed a few times and saw that the master was still asleep, so he came to check. Don't misunderstand me." "

Kang Dayong snorted coldly and struggled to stand up, but his stomach growled unsatisfactorily. At this time, the stomachs of Kato Saburo and the other two Japanese pirates also made an agreement, and they all made rumbling bowel sounds. They were obviously very hungry. .

Kato Saburo licked his lips and said, "Master, everyone is starving to death. We need to get something to quench our hunger first."

Kang Dayong nodded, limped out of the ruined temple, and said in a deep voice: "This should be the boundary of Yingtian Mansion. I am relatively familiar with it. If you want to escape to the sea alive, you have to listen to me."

Kato Saburo and the two Japanese pirates looked at each other, nodded and said, "Of course we will listen to the boss."

Kang Dayong pointed at the two Japanese pirates and said, "Okay, you guys bring over the broken temple door."

The two Japanese pirates had no choice but to carry the ruined temple door over. Kang Dayong sat on it without saying a word and said, "Let's go!"

The two Japanese pirates had no choice but to carry Kang Dayong on their way. After walking for a while, they suddenly saw smoke rising in front of them, and the sound of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha could be heard faintly. It seemed to be a Buddhist temple.

Kang Dayong and others were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs. Regardless of exposing their identities, they ran straight in the direction of the sound of chanting. Soon, a temple located on a gentle slope appeared in front of them. Although it looks small in scale, it has red walls and green tiles, and the courtyard is hidden by trees. It is quite elegantly repaired. In addition, cigarette smoke is lingering on the roof, and the sound of wooden fish and chanting are heard. It seems that something is being done.

Naturally, sacrifices are indispensable for performing rituals. Kang Dayong rolled his eyes and ordered the Japanese pirates to carry him quietly around the back of the temple, intending to get some food first to offer sacrifices to the five internal organs.

Not long after Kang Dayong and others left the ruined temple, a group of people appeared in front of the ruined temple. The leader was a young man wearing a jade-colored scholar's robe. He had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, and a temperament as gentle as jade. He behaves calmly and maturely. At first glance, he looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old. But upon closer inspection, he seems to be younger.

This young man was none other than Jia Huan. The handsome blond and blue-eyed guy behind him was Mandarin dressed as a man. Unfortunately, her curvy pear-shaped figure was too sexy, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she was a woman.

It turned out that Jia Huan learned from the old fisherman yesterday that Kang Dayong might not be dead, so he immediately sent out all the troops he could mobilize, and even crossed the river himself and entered Yingtian Mansion to participate in the search. At this moment, he happened to be tracking him in front of the ruined temple.

"Mr. Huan, there is a ruined temple ahead that may be hiding people. Please go in and search." Dai Shilin pointed at the ruined temple and said.

Jia Huan nodded and warned: "Pay attention to your safety. Wounded beasts are the most ferocious. Kang Dayong's martial arts skills are extremely high and should not be taken lightly."

Dai Shilin agreed, and then ordered his brothers to surround the ruined temple. The musketeers and archers provided remote warning, while the swordsmen, shieldmen, and spearmen entered the temple to search. They cooperated very well.

Soon, the search for the ruined temple was completed. Dai Shilin held a bloody rag in his hand and ran out excitedly: "Master Huan, there is no one in the ruined temple, but we found a lot of fresh things." Footprints, and this!”

Jia Huan took the rag and smelled it, and immediately smelled a faint smell of blood. He nodded and said, "It's human blood!"

Dai Shilin's eyes lit up and he said: "There was a thunderstorm last night. If Kang Dayong fled in this direction, he might enter a temple to take shelter from the rain. Moreover, the footprints in the ruined temple were messy. There were probably three or four people, like us. The four wooden boards found earlier on the riverside matched each other.”

Jia Huan's heart moved, and he raised his head and looked around. At this time, Mandarin tilted her head and asked curiously: "Jia, did you hear it? What was that sound?"

Jia Huan listened carefully, and sure enough, he heard a faint sound of music coming with the wind. He leaned a little, and the music became clearer and clearer. It turned out to be sorrow and music. The kid Mu Ye put up the awning with his hands and followed the sound. He suddenly stuck out his tongue and said, "It turns out to be a funeral procession. Unlucky!"

Jia Huan turned his horse's head and looked around, and sure enough he saw a long procession appearing on the official road behind him. Soul-calling handkerchiefs were leading the way. Paper money and other items were scattered all over the sky. Musicians were playing sad music hard. Monks and Taoist priests were there. , nuns gathered in groups. Looking at the battle, it must be that a rich and noble family was having a funeral, otherwise they couldn't afford the money.

This funeral procession was very long, stretching for several miles. The carriage carrying the coffin was sandwiched in the middle of the procession, followed by two exquisite oil-walled carriages, which at first glance were for the female family members to ride on.

Jia Huan Li looked away and saw two young men riding horses in front of the hearse to clear the way. One of them looked familiar. He couldn't help but feel moved and ordered: "Jinbao, go and find out whose family is holding the funeral."

Jin Bao hurriedly took the order and left. After drinking tea, he ran back and said, "Third Master, this is incredible. The flood has really washed away the Dragon King Temple. The person who was performing the funeral turned out to be your relative, Third Master."

Jia Huan couldn't help but laugh and cry, and scolded: "What's the mess? That's not how the flood washed the Dragon King Temple."

Jinbao slapped himself in the face: "You should be beaten, look at my bad mouth, I'm talking nonsense again."

Jia Huan said angrily: "Okay, which family is holding the funeral?"

Jinbao said hurriedly: "I just made some inquiries, and it turns out that the Xue family of Jinling is having a funeral. King Jia Shi Xue is one of the four major families of Jinling. The Jia family and the Xue family are related by marriage. Is this your relative, Third Master?"

Jia Huan couldn't help but suddenly realized, no wonder the man in linen immediately looked a bit like Xue Pan, he was really this guy. Wait, isn't Xue Pan in the capital? Could it be that Sister Bao and her family moved back to Jinling? Who is the dead one?

"Who is missing from the Xue family?" Jia Huan asked hurriedly.

Jinbao scratched his head and said, "This little guy didn't ask about it!"

Jia Huan couldn't help but feel angry about it, and hurriedly asked Mu Ye to go and inquire. This boy was smarter than Jinbao, and he quickly came back after inquiring, and said, "It's the wife of the second wife of the Xue family who is gone."

Jia Huan was slightly relieved when he heard this. It turned out to be the second roommate of the Xue family, that is, Xue Baochai's aunt.

At this time, Mu Ye said again: "Speaking of which, the second wife of the Xue family is quite unlucky. The man in charge passed away a few months ago, and his wife contracted phlegm syndrome. She was bedridden for several months with no improvement, and she also passed away a few days ago. He died, leaving only a pair of young children. Fortunately, Mrs. Dafang came back from the capital to take care of it, otherwise we don’t know how it would have ended. "

Dai Shilin couldn't help but interject: "Yangzhou is not far from Jinling. My subordinates have also heard of the Xue family. Their ancestors were from Shangguan to Ziweishe, and their descendants inherited the favor of Emperor Ze. They were imperial merchants for several generations, leading the family. Bo Cai bought tributes because his family was extremely wealthy. Unfortunately, the Xue family was not happy. The first-fang master died early, leaving only a son and a daughter. Now the second-fang master and his mistress are gone, leaving the young ones as well. One son and one daughter.

What's even more pity is that the eldest son of the Xue family is not very good, and the second brother of the second brother is also very mediocre. Fortunately, the eldest daughter is a rare capable person. Although she is not old, she manages the family business in an orderly manner. Yes, it is indeed rare, but this girl is only a daughter after all. Unless she does not leave the court in the future, or recruits a son-in-law to marry into her family, even if the Xue family has a fortune of millions, it will probably be ruined by her unattractive brother. "

Jia Huan was familiar with the Red Mansion in his previous life, so he naturally knew the situation of the Xue family. The reason why Xue Baochai participated in the palace draft was to help the family, but he did not expect that Xue Pan's "prestige" would spread to Yangzhou Even Dai Shilin had heard of it.

It’s true that good things don’t go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

At this moment, Dai Shilin suddenly realized that he had talked too much. Third Master Huan was related to the Xue family, and it was inappropriate for him to discuss relatives in person. He quickly said in a polite voice, "My subordinates only heard about this. Third Master, don't blame me."

Jia Huan waved his hand and said it was okay. In fact, he only cared about Xue Baochai in the Xue family. As for the other people, they had nothing to do with him. He was not interested in Xue Pan.

After not seeing each other for more than three years, Jia Huan couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and wanted to ride his horse to catch up with the funeral procession. However, he thought that he was currently leading troops to search for fugitives, and it was a bit inappropriate to rush to disturb them, so he gave up the idea. He ordered: "Dai Baihu, let the brothers continue the search. By the way, send a fast horse to inform Huzi and Feng Qianhu that the focus of the search will be closer to us."

Dai Shilin hurriedly took the order and left.

Jia Huan raised his head and glanced at the direction filled with fireworks in the distance. Suddenly, his heart moved. He spurred his horse and walked there. A group of soldiers quickly followed.

Jia Huan rode his horse for a while and saw a temple with red walls and green tiles appearing on a gentle slope shaded by green trees. The open space in front of the temple was very lively at the moment, with a coffin placed in the middle and monks and Taoists sitting around it. , while knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras, I realized that the funeral procession just now was taking the coffin to this temple for burial, not for burial.

"What are they doing?" Mandarin sat on the horse and stretched her neck to watch curiously.

"Do something to save the souls of the dead!" Jia Huan replied while stretching his neck to look around, looking for a familiar figure in the crowd. Unfortunately, the distance was a bit far. The family members kneeling in front of the soul were all wearing white cloaks and mourning clothes, so they couldn't be distinguished at all. Which one is Xue Baochai?

Jia Huan watched for a while, and finally decided not to bother him. After all, he brought a group of murderous soldiers with him, which might cause chaos.

However, just as Jia Huan was about to leave, there was sudden chaos in front of the temple. The monks and nuns who were sitting and chanting sutras were thrown up as if they were shot by fire. They stopped reciting sutras and just rolled and crawled on the ground to run away.

"Killing people, killing people!" Amid the horrifying shouts, people ran like wildfire and became a chaotic mess.

"Not good!" Jia Huan's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly realized something, so he galloped towards the temple gate on horseback.

Upon seeing this, Mandarin, Jinbao and others hurriedly chased after him. Mu Ye was clever and turned around and ran back to find Baihu Dai Shilin for support.

(End of this chapter)