Approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Great Xiangguo Temple is full of tourists, and it is very lively. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old monk Zhisong sent away a few good women and hurried back to the meditation room.

The presiding monk Zhiguang was sitting and waiting for him inside, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and there was a copy of the "Ranga Sutra" in front of him. The book unfolds on the first page and has not been turned for half a day.

Seeing his junior brother pushing the door in, Zhiguang hurriedly put down the Buddhist beads in his hand, sat aside, dragged out a futon, motioned for the other party to sit down, and asked urgently, "What?" Any news? ”

Zhisong shook his head, with a little tiredness in his voice, he rubbed his cervical spine, and said, "It is said that she is cultivating in Tianqingguan, but who knows that she is guarded by the guards, and she can't inquire about ......it at all."

The princess of Wei has been asking for Qingxiu for nearly half a year, and she has moved into Tianqingguan since she moved in, and there has been no news at all.

Zhisong asked, "Will it be like this?" ”

Daxiangguo Temple has done too much work for Zhao Zhu, half of which can not see the light, although he was trembling at the time, and covered up the traces as much as possible, but if he was stared at by the Criminal Division, it must not be clean.

Zhiguang clasped his hands, I don't know if he used too much strength unconsciously, even his fingers turned white, he frowned and said, "I hope so......"

Taoism and Buddhism are not on the same path, and they have nothing to do with the Taoist priests themselves, not to mention that since Zhao Zhu lived in Tianqing Temple, the Taoist priests and laymen in that place have already moved out, except for the guards, they can't even contact anyone inside. I heard that this time it was the prince of the Cheng'en Mansion who was in charge of the guards, and that was the nephew of the saint's relatives, not to mention inquiring, the two brothers didn't even dare to show up in front of him, lest they would find out that there was any unknown connection between the temple and the princess of Wei.

Thinking of the princess of Wei State, a thought suddenly flashed in Zhiguang's mind, he stretched out his hand violently, grabbed the corner of his junior brother's monk's robe, and asked repeatedly: "The two 'grinding and drinking' that were sent over last time were cleaned up?" Does anyone else know?? ”

Maybe it was too much of a fright, and his voice changed.

Zhisong hurriedly said: "It's all smashed, don't worry, senior brother, except for the two of us, no one else knows." He added, "The paper has been burned, so let's burn it together." ”

Zhiguang was about to speak, when he heard a knock on the door outside, and the little novice who used to serve Zhisong shouted outside, "Master." ”

Zhisong asked what was going on, and went to put down the door bolt, before opening the door, he saw more than a dozen guards outside, and the current person was tall, his face was as heavy as water, and when he saw him answering the door, he turned his head to the little novice and asked, "This is Zhisong?" ”

His body was full of murderous aura, and the little novice was only seven or eight years old, and when he asked coldly, his face turned white, and he was so frightened that he trembled, and he only nodded reluctantly.

After all, the great monk Zhisong forbids things, he saw the official, first recited the Buddha's name, and was about to ask a question, but was hugged by the guards and put his hands back.

He panicked, knowing that things were not good, but he didn't know where he couldn't hold it, and he was about to shout in his mouth, but he was immediately stuffed with a ball of cloth, and it was dark in front of him, and it was a black cloth covering his head.

Zhiguang didn't look right, but before he could stand up, he was taken down by the guards.

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Great Xiangguo Temple exposed a huge scandal, it is said that an old monk who was highly respected on the surface used witchcraft to bewitch good men and women, and talked about feng shui and magic in vain, making a sect house not harmonious, and his wife did not repair it, and sold many family properties to the temple. The sect sent a special notice to the palace, and the Empress Dowager Tian was angry and thoroughly investigated, which uprooted the demon monks.

Because of the fear that the people who used the Kyoto government would leak the news, the palace sent a special guard, and from morning to night, more than 1,200 monks were arrested.

Not to mention how the people outside sighed, and how the people discussed in a noisy manner what kind of "family house is not harmonious" and "thin and not repaired", so that the clan was not cheeky and went to the Empress Dowager Tian, in the Ciming Palace, the Empress Dowager Tian had changed her face.

"Dead?!"

Wang Wenyi knelt on the ground.

At this time, it is early in the Mid-Autumn Festival, although the sun is scorching during the day, but it has turned cool at night. The floor of Ciming Palace is a "gold brick", which is even colder, and the yellow door costume he wears is not thick, and he is frozen by the floor, and he is also frightened in his heart, and his urine can't help but gush on the rat.

Wang Wenyi tried to control the urge to fight a cold war, and held his urine again, but he hurriedly replied: "Zhisong hit his head and died, then Zhiguang bit his tongue, and now he has sent a medical officer to treat ......"

As he spoke, he felt a chill in his heart.

Sometimes, he was afraid that Empress Dowager Tian would not hand over important matters to him, but sometimes, he couldn't wait to stop taking these things.

It's generally people, why is the gap between people so big?

The prince went to copy the Daxiangguo Temple in a low-key manner, brought back a suspect to be tried, and received all the credit in front of the sage, but turned his head and threw out the tricky part.

In the end, he is a nephew, and he can easily share the meat and eat it, unlike if he can only drink some fishbone soup, and his throat will be stuck at any time.

Is this great monk so easy to judge? If something is judged, it will suffer, and if it can't be judged, it will suffer!

He pressed his head to the ground, pricked up his ears and waited for the hair to fall, not daring to move at all.

Empress Dowager Tian was furious, picked up the inkstone on the table and smashed it at Wang Wenyi, hitting the floor tile in front of him.

The inkstone was so heavy that it was only broken into a few pieces.

Wang Wenyi's face was hit by something splashing up, and he only felt a sharp pain on the right side of his face, but he still gritted his teeth and fell to the ground, as if nothing had happened, and only bowed his head and pleaded guilty.

After the Empress Dowager Tian smashed the inkstone, her anger seemed to calm down a little. She slowly leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes, didn't know what she was thinking, and said, "Let the Tai Hospital be healed, and you must save the person." ”

After finishing speaking, he said no more.

Wang Wenyi could hardly believe his ears.

That's it??

And that's the end?!

I didn't even scold myself for my negligence in management, and I couldn't even guard the prisoners?!

Wang Wenyi kowtowed, and hurriedly retreated, until he walked far away, he was still a little dazed, he felt some pain on his face in a trance, wiped it with his backhand, and looked down to see that there were blood stains.

He took out the handkerchief in his sleeve and put it on his face to stop the bleeding, and quickened his pace.

Although he had no personal experience, he had already broken out in a cold sweat just by listening to the relays of the person in charge of the interrogation.

The two monks, Zhisong and Zhiguang, were tortured for several days, one after the other said that they would confess, one of them finished explaining, and was about to sign and draw the charge, but only to untie the rope that bound him, he immediately hit his head and died on the spot, and the other person bit his tongue.

You know, these two people are split bets!

Did someone help deliver the letter, or did the two of them really have a heart?