Inside the study.

There was no one around, and Wang Chengen said: "Your Majesty, I don't know what to do with the monsters imprisoned in the backyard?" ”

Originally, the black iron tower hit his Yin Si palm, and he didn't live for ten days at most, but he was healed by the kind Yao'er.

"Forget it, let Yao'er go, but you have to take good care of that monster and don't let him hurt Yao'er."

Until now, Wang Jian's chest still has a faint pain, if it weren't for Yao'er's intercession, he would have liked to chop up the Black Iron Tower.

But since Yao'er likes that monster and has to heal him, Wang Jian can only let her.

"It's... The old slave has already sent Zhou Guanfu and Li Wanshan to take turns to guard it, and there will be no more mistakes. ”

"Hmm. That's good. ”

The top priority is to restore one's martial arts and give oneself the ability to protect oneself.

Wang Jian asked again, "Has the news I asked you to inquire about have come to fruition?" ”

Wang Chengen nodded: "The old slave has received reliable news that Buddhism has a secret method to help the emperor reshape the emperor's soul. ”

Dongchang really has a way, and such royal secrets can be found out.

At the beginning, Ming Chengzu Zhu Di guarded Yanjing, and his martial arts cultivation increased day by day, which actually allowed him to cultivate the soul of Emperor Xuanwu.

When he entered Beijing to renew his post, he was afraid that Zhu Yuanzhang would see the flaws, so he used the method of Daoyan monk to break his emperor soul halfway, and only retained a trace of dragon energy.

Later, after the death of Zhu Yuanzhang, Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunwen succeeded to the throne.

Zhu Di deliberately claimed that he was ill, and took advantage of Zhu Yunwen's visit to seize Zhu Yunwen's dragon qi and reshape an emperor's soul for himself.

Naturally, there is no record in the secret file of this secret Xin Dongchang, but Wang Jian has the memory of Chongzhen, so he only knows.

Wang Jian asked Wang Chengen to investigate Zhu Di's affairs in Jinan City, and found a way to repair the emperor's soul for himself in the clues.

The emperor actually doesn't have the soul of the emperor, if this matter spreads, Wang Jian, the emperor, don't think about it, he won't even be able to save his life, and he will end up like Emperor Yang of Sui, and everyone will betray and leave.

Therefore, the less people know about this, the better, except for Chen Yuanyuan and other women, only Wang Chengen knows, and even Wang Qianqian doesn't know.

Wang Chengen whispered in Wang Jian's ear for a while.

Wang Jian said in a deep voice: "Then let's go, don't let people follow." ”

"Yes."

......

Wang Jian secretly and Wang Chengen came to Lingyanyu in the west of Jinan City.

The two walked slowly along the mountain path.

They were surrounded by the mountains, and after walking for a long time, they did not find the gate of the temple.

The two of them went halfway up the mountain, and saw a towering stupa in the col, and there was a pavilion beside the stupa, so they rested there and waited to see if there were any pilgrims entering the mountain.

Soon a girl in a robe came, and the robe was just right on the girl's body, neither long nor short.

The girl had a delicate face and looked not very old, twelve or thirteen years old.

The girl walked to her, saluted Wang Jian and the others, and pronounced a Buddha horn.

Wang Jian couldn't help but sigh: she has become a nun at a young age.

Wang Jian forgot to ask for directions for a while.

There is a huge wooden basin in the stupa, and the wooden basin is full of clothes.

The girl took great difficulty to carry the tub to the edge of the stream and began to wash the clothes in the tub.

She was very delicate, but she washed a large basin of clothes, and the clothes in the basin did not look like a nun's, but like a monk's.

After a long time, the girl washed her clothes, put the wooden basin back into the nearby pagoda, and then left.

Wang Jian stopped her and asked, "Little nun, where is this Lingyan Temple, do you know?" ”

The little nun rarely saw a living person, and she also talked to strangers, she was a little shy, nodded lightly, and motioned for Wang Jian to follow her.

Soon, the girl led Wang Jian and the others to a mountain col, and she silently pointed ahead.

Wang Jian finally saw the mountain gate of Lingyan Temple, which was between the heavy mountains, covered by a few green pines, and surrounded by clouds and mist of mountain streams, like the entrance of a fairyland.

Before Wang Jian could thank her, the girl quietly returned the way she had come.

She never said a word to Wang Jian, which made Wang Jian mistakenly think that she was a little mute.

This Lingyan Temple is not big, but it is a thousand-year-old temple, surrounded by mountains, the rock wall is steep, it is rumored that Wang Shizhen, the author of the Golden Bottle Plum, once said: "Lingyan is the most secluded place on the back of Mount Tai. "If it weren't for the little nun leading the way, it would be really hard for outsiders to find them.

At this time, it was almost noon, and there were few pilgrims in the temple, so Wang Jian and the two passed through the Tianwang Hall and came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

There is a three-body Buddha with gilt body enshrined in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and there is a small monk on duty next to it.

Wang Jian walked over and asked politely, "Little master, may I ask if the host of this temple is here?" ”

The little monk was sleepy, and he was disturbed from sleep, and he was very annoyed.

The little monk didn't raise his head, and said unceremoniously: "If you want to ask something, you have to ask for a sign first!" ”

Wang Jian didn't expect that he was so polite, and he was actually stiffened back: Good you rude bald donkey!

But there's no way, I'm here to beg for help, it's better to keep a low profile.

Wang Jian took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and came to the Buddha again.

He was just about to pick up the bamboo tube on the Buddha platform, when the little monk ran over and stopped: "Hey, what's the matter with you, is it something you can ask for?" ”

Wang Jian also said politely: "I don't let people ask for signatures, so what do you mean by this?!" ”

"Hey! You person, before you ask for a signature, you have to give sesame oil money, and you don't understand the rules at all! ”

The little monk pointed to the merit box erected next to him.

"This little monk is really not a good stubble, and I don't know what the host of this temple thinks, let this kind of person stay here, and don't offend all the customers!"

Wang Jian was afraid that he would stir up trouble, so he had to throw some silver into it.

When the little monk saw that Wang Jian had taken out the sesame oil money, he squinted and looked into the merit box, which seemed to be as much as ten taels, so he handed the bamboo tube in his hand to Wang Jian.

On weekdays, only I blackmail others, when have I been blackmailed by others?

Wang Jian was angry, he grabbed the bamboo tube, and shook his hand so heavily.

The strength of the hand was enough to scatter the bamboo sticks all over the ground, but the strange thing was that only one of the hundred and ten bamboo sticks in the bamboo tube fell out!

"Strange!"

Wang Jian was about to see what was in the bamboo tube, but the little monk took the lead and snatched the bamboo tube back.

The monk baby seemed to hold the bamboo tube and said, "I want to redraw and pay for sesame oil." ”

"I didn't expect this little monk to be a master!" Wang Jian said secretly.

Although he lost the emperor's soul and only retained a trace of dragon energy, he had practiced hard in the past two months, and he had also reached the realm of a captain, which was more than enough to deal with ordinary people.

And the little monk could easily snatch the bamboo tube from his hand, so fast that Wang Chengen on the side didn't even react.

If the little monk had been an assassin, Wang Jian would have been a corpse by now.

Wang Jian didn't dare to underestimate this little monk anymore, so he had to pick up the bamboo sticks on the ground.

I saw two lines of sixteen big characters written on it: "Gu Gong's father came to the court and walked the horse, leading the West Water Margin to Qixia." ”

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