Rao is Li Yong and others knew that Yang Lian Zhenjia was rich, but as soon as they entered the warehouse, they were also shocked.

The entire basement is full of gold and silver treasures, and there are hundreds of large and small boxes!

How much money is there? Rich enough to rival the country!

No wonder Yang Lian Zhenjia asked them to move things too, there are too many things.

The question is, did he spend all the gold and silver treasures as a monk? Since you can't spend it all, what's the use of making so much money?

Yang Lian Zhenjia also personally went to the basement to command at this time. He looked at the boxes of money, and the loss and panic in his heart finally got a lot better.

Here, there are six funeral treasures of the Song Emperor's Mausoleum, as well as a large number of gold and silver, antiques, and treasures that he has looted in the past few years.

Although many of them were sent to most of the capital, he still had half of them left. How much is it worth? To be honest, he himself did not know.

It is difficult to estimate the specific value of the funeral treasures of the Great Song Emperor. But gold and silver alone are worth more than a million taels of silver.

When you go to Japan and sell other treasures, you will definitely be rich!

Yang Lian Zhenjia was not at ease, so he called all dozens of henchmen to carry the treasure.

It took a large group of people hours to load hundreds of boxes of things.

In the end, dozens of wagons were pulled.

Yang Lian Zhenjia not only took away the treasure, but also took away dozens of beautiful "female slaves".

In the middle of the night, the team that escaped from the sea went directly out of Lin'an and went directly to the east.

At dawn, the team finally boarded a large ship of 800 materials on the Qiantang River (Hangzhou had a seaport in the Song Dynasty, which entered the sea from Qiantang).

The people, the money, and the carriage all got on board the great ship and set sail at once.

By the next morning, the ship had sailed into Hangzhou Bay.

It wasn't until he came to the sea in eastern Zhejiang that Yang Lian Zhenjia breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a pity that Dayuan's official position was empty overnight, but so what? He Yang Lian is really good, and he is still at ease in a different place, enjoying the bliss of the world.

The disciples and guards who fled with him this time were fifty or sixty people, and with Li Yong and them, there were seventy or eighty.

There are fewer people, but that's all he can trust and rest assured.

I heard that the monks in Japan are very powerful, and some of them are lords of a land. As long as he goes to Japan, with his identity and money, isn't it calling for wind and rain?

At noon, Yang Lian Zhenjia, who was relieved, finally got tired of seeing the sea, returned to the owner's cabin, and prepared to start his great joy.

This time, he brought dozens of beautiful "Rending", and he will not be lonely.

When the woman in the owner's room saw Yang Lian Zhenjia, her face immediately turned pale and trembled, as frightened as if she had met an evil ghost.

Yang Lian Zhenjia was very proud, he smiled and turned out a large wine glass from the cabinet, took the wine jug and poured the wine of the Western Regions, and then drank it very comfortably.

As for the precept that monks are not allowed to drink alcohol, he regarded it as non-existent.

"Do you know what this glass is made of?" Yang Lian Zhenjia Mo held the gems inlaid on the large wine vessel, and said to the woman with a playful and intoxicated expression.

The woman's expression was dull, and she didn't seem to hear Yang Lian Zhenjia's words.

Yang Lian Zhenjia smiled to himself: "I don't know if you think about it, this thing is made of the skull of your Great Song Emperor!" You Han emperors never dreamed that his skeleton would be so useful. Amitabha, wonderful, wonderful! ”

"Whenever Lao Ke drinks wine with this wine glass, it seems that he is not drinking wine, but the brains of the son of the Han family...... Amitabha, good, good! ”

The Han woman's body shook violently, and her eyes showed a look of extreme horror, full of disbelief and fear.

Even if the Great Song Dynasty died, the Zhao official family was also a true dragon son of heaven for her, a Lin'an woman. But now, the skull of the true dragon Son of Heaven is being made into a drinking vessel by this demon-like monk to drink and play.

This blow to her was even greater than being physically destroyed by the monk, completely causing her spiritual pillar to collapse and destroy. Even the skull of the official family has become a wine vessel, how can she, a weak woman, have the slightest hope? How can you escape from the clutches of the devil?

Yang Lian Zhenjia felt very happy when he saw the woman's desperate expression. This black lama has always liked to torture not only women's bodies, but even their souls.

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On the deck, except for the sailors and boatmen, the others also slowly got acquainted. Li Yong and the others were also mixed with Yang Lian Zhenjia's guards and disciples, and everyone had a Yang Lian Zhenjia's guards or disciples by their side.

Since they went to sea to flee for their lives, of course everyone has weapons.

What the lamas and guards didn't know was that Li Yong and the others had been secretly exchanging glances.

Li Yong has been waiting for an opportunity. Wait for the best chance of a sneak attack.

Near noon, Li Yong stood up and walked to the stern of the boat to look in the direction of the mainland.

"A ship is catching up!" Suddenly, Li Yong shouted loudly.

The lama and the guards were shocked when they heard this, and they turned their heads together to look at the shore. But at this moment, the swords of Du Lie, Utu and others were unsheathed.

The phrase "a ship is catching up" is a signal to move. When this sentence was shouted, Yang Lian Zhenjia's people must have been surprised and their attention was diverted. At this moment, it was an opportunity for Du Lie and the others to draw their swords and sneak attack.

Hearing the sonorous sound of a sharp blade coming out of its sheath, Yang Lian Zhenjia's subordinates immediately knew that something was wrong, and then ...... It's too late.

In the flickering light of the knife, a scream burst out, splashing blood flowers. In the blink of an eye, eighteen guards were either killed or wounded.

It turned out that except for Li Yong, who was not good at fighting, Dulie Utu and other eighteen people, each of whom had locked a target in advance. This target is the strongest guard.

Therefore, when Du Lie and they drew their swords to kill, these strongest guards did not have time to draw their swords to resist.

"Kill!" Utu, the strongest in white-knuckle warfare, is the existence of the "Ten Enemies", he attacked and killed the strongest guard leader with a single sword, and with a turn of the long knife, he killed a lama who had just pulled out his sword.

Liu Tuo, Han Shao, Zong Tian and others are also good at fighting, they are all fierce people with one enemy and several enemies, especially Zong Day, who is the latest to join Li Luo's team, is like a tiger descending from the mountain, killing three people in a row in a blink of an eye.

Although there were only eighteen warriors on Li Yong's side, they were all good at fighting, and there were "ten-person enemies" like Utu, plus the sneak attack was successful, so he suppressed Yang Lian Zhenjia's subordinates at once.

By the time the guards and lamas organized a resistance, they had already killed or wounded thirty or forty people, and only twenty remained.

There are more than 20 people, which is still superior in numbers, but the individual force is obviously inferior, and the courage has been snatched, and those who were killed retreated again and again.

"Plop...... Thump! "The corpses of the guards and lazy people kept falling, and in the blink of an eye, there were only a dozen left. Six or seven were killed by Utu alone.

Actually, that's just a few breaths.

It was only at this time that Yang Lian Zhenjia in the cabin was alarmed, and when he rushed to the deck, he was suddenly frightened.

Of his fifty or sixty henchmen and disciples, there were only a dozen or so left, and the rest all fell in a pool of blood. And the one who started the murder was the one sent by his cousin Dsesang Tso to report the news.

Although Yang Lian Zhenjia is a big villain, he is not stupid, not only is he not stupid but also very shrewd, where does he not know that he has been fooled at this time?

The enemy tricked him into escaping from the sea, losing the protection of the officers and soldiers, and then he could do it at sea, not only killing people and taking money, but also avoiding all eyes and ears.

What a ruthless and vicious calculation!

Yang Lian Zhenjia has calculated many people, and basically succeeded. But he never imagined that when he came, he would be pecked blind by an eagle!

"Master......" Yun Ze, his confidant eldest disciple, looked at Yang Lian Zhenjia and laughed miserably, and as soon as he shouted two words, he was stabbed in the chest by Zong Tian.

"Poof...... Poof! Utu's long knife was like a rainbow, and in the blink of an eye, he killed two people in a row.

At this time, Yang Lian Zhenjia's subordinates, there were only seven or eight people left, and they were surrounded.

"Don't kill...... Surrender! We surrender! One of the guards shouted.

Li Yong shouted: "Uncle Utu, kill them all!" ”

Utuhaha laughed and said, "Die or die, surrender!" "Kill a lama with a single sword.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Lian Zhenjia's subordinates were killed cleanly. And Li Yong's gang only had a few minor injuries.

Yang Lian Zhenjia looked at this scene with an earthy face, and suddenly clasped his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, don't you want to kill the Buddha, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame?" ”

Qingyi literature