"Amitabha, His Royal Highness King Han came in person, and he never greeted him from afar, it was the old monk who was rude, and asked His Royal Highness King Han to sit down quickly. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

As soon as Zhu Song stepped into the Zen courtyard, he heard a hearty laugh coming from inside.

When Zhu Song heard this laughter, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Bypassing the front yard, under a huge Bodhi tree in the backyard, the abbot of Famen Temple, Hongkong, was sitting on a futon, looking in the direction of the courtyard gate.

Zhu Song took Zhu Youjiao to Hongkong's side, the old monk Hongkong held his identity, and he didn't get up, but just folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, Your Highness, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Zhu Song didn't care about Hongkong's rudeness, but said, "For a long time? The last time I saw the master, it was last month, and it wasn't that long! ”

"Time is vain to the old monk, both vain, long and short, naturally by the old monk." The old monk of Hongkong said with a seemingly kind smile on his face.

"The master's words are not right!" Zhu Song shook his head absently and said, "The vanity you said is your vanity, this king doesn't care!" ”

"What kind of edge are the two of them fighting, I don't understand!" Zhu Youyi listened to the conversation between the two, muttering in his mouth.

Hongkong looked at Zhu Youyi's words, no longer continued to entangle on this issue, and after calling a small novice to make tea, Master Hongkong said to Zhu Song: "The old monk heard that His Royal Highness has been coming to Fufeng Town for many days, why did he come to Famen Temple today?" ”

Zhu Song handed the tea poured by Hongkong to Zhu Youyi, and said: "At present, in Fufeng Town and even in the entire Fufeng County, all forces are mixed, and the green forest bandits and Jiangyang thieves from all over my Ming Dynasty are almost all gathered here. This king has been busy maintaining the safety of Fufeng County for the past few days, where can he have time? ”

"Your Highness is dedicated to the people of my Ming Dynasty, and the old monk is grateful for His Highness's hard work on behalf of the people of Fufeng County!" Hongkong Lao He Sang will take care of the king's own affairs, when will he be able to represent the people of the entire Fufeng County?

"It doesn't have to be like this, everything is what this king should do!" Zhu Song waved his hand and said: "It's the master, now the whole Ming Dynasty is rumoring that your Famen Temple has treasures, and the master still doesn't care, this king really admires the master's concentration." ”

"Something is nothing, and nothing is being!" Hongkong said lightly: "The old monk doesn't explain or look for it, if those donors are willing to patronize the Famen Temple, the old monk will sweep the couch to greet him!" ”

"Master open-minded!" Zhu Song lined up his palms and said, "This king wants to take a turn in this Famen Temple, I don't know if the abbot can guide the way for this king?" ”

"Please forgive me!" I thought that Hongkong would agree, but I didn't expect him to say: "The old monk is unwell today, and it is not suitable to move, so it is better for the old monk to let the temple supervisor Yunhai take the prince around the temple, right?" ”

"Old bald donkey, my Uncle Songhuang can afford to let you be a guide, don't give a damn shame!" Before Zhu Song could speak, Zhu Youyi scolded loudly.

This time, Zhu Song did not scold Zhu Youyi, because this Hongkong is really too much, since he came to Daming, he has not been hugged by everyone everywhere.

What kind of thing is this old monk, self-contained and arrogant?

"The little boy is so angry." Hongkong glanced at Zhu Youyi and said, "Please forgive the prince, the old monk is really unwell, so he ......."

"Okay, this king doesn't blame you!" Zhu Song took a deep breath, calmed his mood, and said, "Call Yunhai to come!" ”

"Fourth Emperor Uncle......" Zhu Youyi was still a little unconvinced.

"Let's go!" Zhu Song glanced at Zhu Youjiao, turned around and left.

……

At night, a group of nocturnal walkers reappeared outside the walls of Fufeng Town.

"Dig, this must be dug through in the next two days, and this king will arrange for An Lan to go to Famen Temple to meet you!" Zhu Song, who was wrapped in black, looked at the temple faintly emitting yellow light in the city wall, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Yes!"

A dozen or so soldiers replied in a low voice, and the cat leaned over and quickly waved his shovel.

These dozen or so soldiers are not simple soldiers, their original job in the guards was to dig pits and set up traps, and three of them even started by robbing tombs.

To put it bluntly, those three people are Tufuzi, typical tomb robbers.

There is such a group of subordinates who deal with soil, and they are just digging a tunnel that leads directly to Tallinn of Famen Temple, which is simply handy for them.

After digging for a night, more than half of the tunnels were dug, and in the early morning some soldiers were left to guard them, and in the evening, the excavation began again.

"It's all through, Lord Wang!" A man in black with a lean body and a short stature rushed to Zhu Song and bowed down to report.

Looking at the time, it was just the time when it was ugly, and this hour was when people were sleeping soundly.

"Okay, send someone to inform Mu Su, you all go in, and someone in the Famen Temple will pick you up!" A happy color appeared on Zhu Song's face.

Famen Temple.

Shout!

A white figure swooped into the tower behind the Famen Temple like a ghost.

Looking around at the monastery, it was quiet, and there wasn't even a monk who was on night patrol.

After looking carefully, I finally came to the side of the Tang Jian Pagoda.

At this moment, the earth began to stir on the edge of a pine tree not far to the left of the pagoda, and then the ground collapsed into a large pit with a diameter of about three feet.

"Whew, it's out!" The short man in black who had reported to Zhu Song earlier jumped out of the pit.

"Brother Monkey, you pull me." There was a voice from under the pit.

"Wait." The short man in black, known as Brother Monkey, found a thick log and went down the big pit, pulling out all the people behind him.

After these black-clothed people went up, the last person to appear was Zhu Youjiao, but Zhu Song was not in a hurry to come over.

"Where's the person who answered us?" Zhu Youyi's eyes roamed around Tallinn, and he didn't even see a single hair!

Shout!

Suddenly, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhu Youyi.

"What the hell!" Zhu Youjiao was so frightened that he took two steps back and almost fell back into the pit.

"Hey, the fourth prince be careful!" The monkey was also taken aback, and grabbed Zhu Youyi.

"You, who are you?" Zhu Youjiao pointed to An Lan, who was dressed in white in front of him, and said.

"Where's Zhu Song?" An Lan didn't answer Zhu Youyi's words, but asked.

"You, how can you call me Uncle Songhuang's name and surname? Could it be ......" Zhu Youyi didn't let go of An Lan and asked.

The monkey pulled Zhu Youyi, Zhu Youjiao didn't recognize An Lan, but he recognized it? It almost exhausted him that night.

Arching his hand to An Lan, the monkey said: "It turns out that the person arranged by the prince is Miss An, and if you want to come with your skills, you are the only one." (To be continued.) )