Ye Hua couldn't figure it out, why Zhao Er wanted to be an embroiderer, you know, this is a plague god that everyone avoids, if it weren't for Chai Rong forcing him, Ye Hua wouldn't want to do it.

"Can you tell me why?"

"It's very simple, I don't have the talent of my eldest brother, I can't practice martial arts well, and I am a martial artist at home, and I can't take the path of the imperial examination, if I don't enter the embroiderer, I can only rely on Enyin and be a petty official, wouldn't that make the master very faceless!"

"Don't pull me in!" Ye Hua scolded angrily: "The kung fu of being a teacher is not very skillful, and he can still rush into battle to kill the enemy, why can't you?" As for studying literature, I'll ask Taishi Feng for help, find you a famous Confucian teacher, study hard for ten years, take the Jinshi exam, what's so difficult? What does it mean that the text is not successful, and the martial arts are not enough? ”

Zhao Er was silent for a long time and raised his head, "Master, you don't seem to want your disciple to embroider clothes, can the disciple ask the reason?" ”

Cause?

Do you need to ask!

Ye Hua knows Zhao Er too well, he is smart, and paranoid, poisonous and spicy in his bones, if he enters the embroiderer, he may not make a big disturbance! In Ye Hua's heart, he has always been wary of Zhao Er, even if he doesn't plan to kill, he is not ready to give Zhao Er a chance.

Master was silent, and Zhao Er sighed, "Master, you won't stay long in the embroiderer, right?" ”

"That's right, if I stay for a long time, Your Majesty won't be at ease."

"Can Master's hard work be handed over to outsiders in vain?" Zhao Er became extremely serious, he clenched his fists, "Master, let Disciple Rong say something unkind, your old man's situation is very disadvantageous!" ”

Zhao Er probed his upper body and said, "Master, the civil officials can't tolerate you, and you don't win over the martial arts, just relying on Your Majesty's holy family, what if Your Majesty changes his mind?" The disciple thought that the master was good at seeking the country, clumsy at seeking his life, and too benevolent, so it was easy to be plotted by villains. ”

"As long as the disciple enters the embroiderer, even if the master is not there, the disciple can act as the master's eyes and ears, help the master shelter from the wind and rain, and protect the master's family......" Zhao Er also wanted to say down, and his head was hit hard!

"You're treating me like a piece of waste, aren't you? Do I still need you to shelter me from the wind and rain? If you kid enters the embroiderer, it would be good if you didn't provoke me to cause trouble! ”

Zhao Er covered his head, suddenly overjoyed, and said with a smile: "Thank you Master for your kindness!" ”

"Thank me?"

"Well, the master said, as long as you don't provoke the wind and rain, let the disciple enter the embroiderer, and the disciple will definitely do it!" Zhao Er's eyes were bright, like two little stars.

This kid was full of excitement all over his body, from head to toe.

He gave part of the reason, but the most important thing was that he liked the work of an embroiderer.

supervising hundreds of officials, making wind and rain in secret, hundreds of officials tremble, and the world is shocked...... It's more majestic than being a general, and it feels so good that everyone in the world is afraid of you......

I have to say that everyone has their own ambitions, and Zhao Er, this guy and the embroiderer are so suitable, it's a match made in heaven.

Of course, Ye Hua needs someone to stay in the embroiderer, Zhao Er is right, he must learn to make a living...... In fact, Ye Hua is secretly hiding a lot of things, such as Yang You, such as Liu Chuang, and many other people, even in the army, there are many young generals, who are obedient to Ye Hua, and they only listen to him alone!

For a long time, Ye Hua has been fighting alone, and the henchmen and interest groups around him have not come out, as if he is a lonely minister.

In fact, this is an illusion, at the grassroots level, Ye Hua's strength is very huge, such as the Hu killing team in Youzhou, the Huitong ticket number in Luoyang, and the workers in the Champion Fang...... These forces are usually hidden in unnoticed corners, once Ye Hua encounters danger, look at it, it will come out in an instant.

However, what Zhao Er said also makes sense, in the court, especially the embroidered messenger who was established single-handedly, if he does not leave his own traces, it is too much to say.

"No way!" Ye Hua flatly refused, "The embroidered messenger must have real skills, just being my disciple is not enough!" ”

Zhao Er was almost made to vomit blood by his master, he glared and said, "How about the master want a disciple?" ”

"You're going to prove yourself!"

"How to prove, please ask the master to do the question!"

Ye Hua thought for a while, "The temple has been checked, and the monks and nuns have been sent to Youzhou, but this case is not over yet, and it is necessary to close the coffin, clarify the matter, and then make it public to the world." ”

Zhao Er immediately said, "What does Master mean...... Is it a trick or a fabrication of evidence? The disciple must have done it properly! ”

Ye Hua rewarded him with a big white eye!

This girl is really a natural embroiderer, and no one is more suitable than him!

"What I want is real evidence, thoroughly, to expose the temple economy, even if it is thousands of years, our conclusions can stand up to scrutiny, only in this way, can everyone be convinced!"

"It's going to be so troublesome!"

Zhao Er scratched his head, wondering, "Master, are you serious?" ”

"If you don't have the ability, get out!" Ye Hua said politely.

Zhao Er gritted his teeth, "Please rest assured, Master, the disciple must have a way!" ”

Zhao Er turned his head and went down, he first found all the files, stayed up all night, touched the situation, and went to the edict with red eyes the next day.

At present, the most critical prisoner is the one-armed old monk, as the host of the Great Xiangguo Temple, and he has been a monk for 50 years, he knows too many things, and only by prying open his mouth can he sort out everything in a clue.

But the problem is that the old monk has not said a word since he entered the edict, and he has no way to take him by all means.

"Our only way to do is to deal with the living, he's a dead man." Han Derang spread his hands and said that he could not do anything.

Zhao Er was very polite, "You really came from the barbarian land, your brain is too rigid!" If he wants to die, let him die! Not to mention the living dead, even if it is Lord Yama, we can pry his mouth open! Without this ability, what kind of embroidery messenger should you be! Lose face! ”

Han Derang was annoyed by the scolding and clenched his fists.

"Don't be cruel to me, it's useless! Tell you, embroidered messenger, have brains! ”

Zhao Er pulled him to his side, "You prepare according to what I said." ”

When he finished speaking, Han Derang was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but stretch out his thumb, and without saying a word, he immediately went down to arrange.

Zhao Er was full of confidence again, went to Ye Hua, and invited the master to come to the play.

A good show!

Two days have passed in a blink of an eye, and the old monk waited for a pot of wine, two bowls of vegetables, a plate of steamed buns, and a bottle of Heding Red!

"This wine is vegetarian wine, if the old monk is willing, I will go and change it to a good banquet for you, anyway, it is the last meal."

The corners of the old monk's mouth rose, "The merit is complete, and the old monk can go to the Western Bliss!" This skin has shackled the old man for 70 years, and once he gave it up, he still coveted what kind of appetite! ”

After speaking, the old monk grabbed the crane top red and couldn't wait to drink it, but as for the food, he didn't move at all.

After the medicine went down, the old monk fell straight to the ground, with a happy smile on his face.

I don't know how long it took, the old monk opened his eyes again, because of the dim light, he couldn't see anything clearly, he could only hear the sound of wailing, incessantly...... Suddenly, two guys came to pull him, one with horns and the other with a long big face.

Yes!

It's bull head and horse noodles!

That's not right!

Lao Wei has achieved cultivation and should go to see the Buddha, how did he come to hell?

No, no!

The old monk shook his head desperately, but he didn't care about the bull head and horse face, they stretched out their cold hands, set up the old monk, walked as fast as flying, and came to a bridge.

There is a stone, the shadow is sufficient, you can see the words "Nai He Bridge", on the bridge, there is an old woman, who is chanting in a strange voice, "Passers-by, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup!" ”

"Ahh It's hell! ”

The old monk exclaimed, "You let go of the old man, how can the old man go to hell, how can he be?" ”

The bull head laughed, his voice echoing with metal, cold and terrifying.

"If you ask us, you might as well ask her!"

As he spoke, they waved their hands, and suddenly a figure appeared from the side of the bridge, dressed in white, with his hair scattered and covering his face, and before he could speak, he cried first.

"Brother, do you remember your little sister?"

"Sister? You, why are you here? ”

"Brother, after my little sister was hanged, I was lonely for fifty years, and I wandered by the bridge, but I didn't expect to wait for my brother today!"

The old monk trembled and shuddered, and he suddenly shouted, "It shouldn't, it shouldn't!" I will give you a spiritual tablet, I will recite the scriptures every day, I will burn incense and pray for you, you, how can you go to hell, shouldn't you be in the land of bliss? ”

The woman smiled sadly, her voice full of sadness, "Brother, you really don't know? In troubled times, how many people work hard, but they don't have food and clothing. Thou hast eaten without ploughing, thou hast thou wrinkled thou hast woven thy clothes, thou hast spoken and sinistered lysers to confuse the foolish. In the past 50 years, what I have done and done, my sins are heinous, and if I don't go into hell, where else can I go? ”

"You talk nonsense, you talk nonsense!"

The old monk suddenly went crazy, stretched out his thin hands, and went to grab his sister.

"You demon girl, how dare you disturb the heart of the old man? You're damned! ”

At that moment, on the other side, a figure with a sore face and a foul smell approached.

"My husband, you killed me, I have been waiting for you for fifty years, and you are finally here!"

The old monk was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

The woman fell step by step and ran towards him, "You left money for the slave family at that time, but you were seen, they robbed the slave family's money, and beat me to a serious injury and threw me into the wilderness. It was freezing cold, and I wailed for three days and three nights before I died...... My husband, do you know how much the slave family has suffered? There are rats, and while the slaves are still alive, they gnaw my flesh and drink my blood! ”

The old monk was completely stupid, and said in a panic: "You, you don't abide by the woman's way, the old man didn't kill you, and returned the money, you, how can you come and pester the old man?" ”

"Hahaha...... Don't you know, my husband? The two robbers who killed me came to your temple and became monks. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, it is you who took them in and let them spend their lives safely, you owe me higher than the sky, deeper than the sea......"