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The capital was mourned, the whole country grieved, a group of royal families and important ministers in the court wore mourning clothes and marched slowly according to etiquette, Zhu Yuanzhang's body was buried in the imperial mausoleum, and those concubines who were buried were buried together, the only difference is that only Queen Ma can be buried with the emperor, and other concubines can only be buried in the mausoleum on one side. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as the mourning passed, the courtiers gathered, and at this moment, everyone's eyes were once again focused on the new monarch's candidate, Geng Bingwen's voice choked, "The emperor left the edict in the Thanksgiving Temple. ”

"Thanksgiving Temple."

Contrary to everyone's expectations, I originally thought that the edict was hidden somewhere in the palace, but I didn't expect it to be hidden in the temple, Zhu Yuanzhang was a monk in Shaolin, which was an indissoluble fate, and he was annoyed by the successor that day, and went to the Thanksgiving Temple once, maybe it was that experience, and he wrote the edict and stayed there.

"So what are you waiting for!" King Ning turned around quickly, don't look at it as the seventeenth prince, the status of these princes is second only to King Jin and King Yan, although he was not born to the queen, his biological mother was favored by Zhu Yuanzhang, and King Ning was very intelligent, and he was deeply loved by Zhu Yuanzhang, and the area of the fief was not even under King Jin.

"Seventeenth Emperor Brother, why are you so anxious?" King Jin snorted coldly, his face showed displeasure, in the past few days, his own people have searched almost all over the imperial city, but they have never found it, I didn't expect that the edict was there!

"Once the edict is lost, how can you be worthy of the dead emperor."

Geng Bingwen smiled indifferently, "You princes can rest assured, without the token of Benhou, the host will definitely not come up with an edict." ”

"Tokens."

Geng Bingwen nodded, "When you arrive at the Thanksgiving Temple, everything will be known." ”

Everyone left the imperial city, rushed to the Thanksgiving Temple, the Thanksgiving Temple is located outside the capital, on a high mountain, which presides over the Master of Mercy, Buddhism is profound, at this time, the Thanksgiving Temple is surrounded by soldiers, these are the people sent by Geng Bingwen, worried that the edict will be lost, after learning the news, immediately sent henchmen to surround the Thanksgiving Temple.

At this time, in the Thanksgiving Temple, only the practicing monk, an old monk, stood on a high place, watching the smoke rise, and couldn't help sighing, "People are just like the high incense in front of them, and there will be a time when it will burn out." ”

"Abbot, there are a lot of people coming down from the mountain."

"What is going to come will come eventually."

After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around slowly, and rushed to the mountain gate with the monks behind him, at this time there was a mess below, and the monks inside stopped their homework one after another, and with the appearance of the abbot, the temple door slowly opened.

"Master Hou, can you guarantee that it is absolutely safe inside?"

"This." Geng Bingwen hesitated, the entire Thanksgiving Temple has its own people guarding the outside, even if it is a first-class master, it is not easy to sneak in quietly, of course, there is another point, the monks in the Thanksgiving Temple are all first-class masters.

"In that case, this king thinks that before taking out the edict, he should first search it to avoid problems, what do you think?"

King Jin turned around and looked at everyone, "Third Emperor Brother, you have considered it thoroughly, and the younger brother has no objections." ”

"Even if you want to search, I don't know who is suitable?"

King Jin laughed, "This is simple, today you all came over, simply go in together, as long as you don't leave your own field of vision, this king believes, there will be absolutely no problem." ”

"That's fine, Sanbao, you go with it, you must check carefully."

"Subordinates obey."

On Zhu Yunwen's side, only Qi Tai can be used, and the rest are mostly old ministers, without Lin Feng by his side, he suddenly felt empty in his heart, the content of the edict is related to the fate of the entire prince's mansion, if the name in it is not himself, the new monarch who succeeds to the throne will definitely not allow himself to stay in the prince's mansion.

"You go over."

King Jin made a look, a person stepped forward, nodded slightly at King Jin, a group of several people quickly entered, the layout of the whole temple is extremely simple, the front is the temple, the back is the Zen room, and there are not too many complicated things.

After a short time, the group walked out of it, "Go back to the prince, there is no abnormality." ”

"Master Hou, please."

Geng Bingwen stepped forward, check it, something happened, at least he wouldn't blame himself, at that moment, Zhu Yuanzhang handed over the token to himself, and said that the edict was hidden in the Thanksgiving Temple The moment he was shocked, such a major event is related to the belonging of the Ming Dynasty, and he didn't expect the emperor to believe in himself so much.

Geng Bingwen took out an object from his arms, it was just an ordinary black wooden block, which was slightly mutilated, and Master Ci'en also took out an object, and the two were put together, perfectly together.

"That's right, this is the token that the emperor left here for the old monk."

"Then what are you waiting for, take out the edict."

"Yes, we're already here, so why bother selling it."

Several princes shouted at the top of their voices, many of them came to join in the fun, even if pie fell from the sky, it would not be their turn, don't look at the princes, the gap is extremely obvious.

"Everyone, be quiet, follow the old monk to the Scripture Pavilion."

Tibetan scripture pavilion, the place where the scriptures are collected in the Thanksgiving Temple, those cumbersome scriptures are just useless things in the eyes of the world, but they are priceless treasures in the eyes of the monks, in the Tang Dynasty, Master Xuanzang worked tirelessly, led the team to the west to seek scriptures, experienced thousands of dangers, and returned to the Tang Dynasty for 17 years.

Everyone followed behind, King Jin secretly made a look, and at the moment when everyone bypassed the temple, a figure suddenly disappeared behind everyone, disappearing out of thin air, and such a strange scene appeared here.

In front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there were two monks standing, with bright eyes and wide fingers, who should be practicing Shaolin's palm technique, "Abbot." ”

Master Ci'en nodded, "Come here to retrieve what the deceased wanted to keep." At this time, Ci'en used the old man instead of the emperor or other titles, when Zhu Yuanzhang was a novice, there was also a little novice named Ci'en, and the two were friends in private, Zhu Yuanzhang left the temple to join the army, and Ci'en stayed in the temple.

If this is the case, it is not difficult to explain why Zhu Yuanzhang would hand over such a valuable thing to the other party for safekeeping, and the four major monks are empty, if the edict is left in the palace, it is easy to have problems.

Although Zhu Yuanzhang is old, he is not confused, most of the eunuchs around him have been bought, and there are few who can be trusted, this is Zhu Yuanzhang's personality, and there can be no mistakes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please wait here."

"Why can't we go in?"

"yes, we're going to go in with you."

Master Ci'en smiled, "Don't blame the princes, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is an important place in my temple, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. ”

"Brothers, don't make trouble, master, please." King Jin was also polite, especially when Ci'en moved the emperor out, and the weight suddenly became a hundredfold or a thousand times heavier.

Ci'en stepped forward, took the key from the hand of a monk, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the important place of the Thanksgiving Temple, there are masters in the temple all the year round, the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is opened, there are rows of bookshelves inside, someone is trying to approach, two monks stand left and right to block the way.

Bang, there was a sound inside, the sound was very loud, followed by a scream, almost at the same time, several figures rushed in, including two monks guarding the door, hearing the abbot's screams, he didn't care so much, and ran into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The space of the scripture pavilion is not small, the light inside is dark, the windows are very few, it should be worried that the scriptures are exposed to the sun, and they will be damaged after a long time, and the rows of wooden shelves are full of various scriptures.

"Over there."

A figure fell to the ground, it was Master Ci'en, a blood hole appeared in his chest, leaving traces of a body crawling on the ground, "Edict, edict." ”

Master Ci'en shouted these two words with the last of his strength, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"How so!"

Everyone looked at each other, everything happened too fast, Master Ci'en had just entered, and after hearing the voice, everyone rushed in, but unfortunately, Master Ci'en fell in a pool of blood, and a secret compartment above the wooden frame was opened, and it was empty, and the edict had been snatched away.

"Who did it?"

At this moment, everyone has doubts, but who has such a ability, you know, the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is guarded by guards, even if you can instantly seriously injure Master Ci'en and snatch the edict, how to leave here with the edict in broad daylight.

"Amitabha."

"No one can leave this place until they find the edict."

King Jin's face was gloomy, and suddenly someone was unhappy on his face, and King Yan nodded, "Yes, the edict is lost, the stakes are important, and no one can leave here until they figure it out." ”