Everyone carried the Garqin Mausoleum back to the city, Zhu Mingyang instructed Cuicui to clean up a clean room and settle the Garqin Mausoleum, and after a day of fatigue, everyone dispersed to rest. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhu Mingyang walked straight to the living room with Di Renjie, he urgently needed to know what had been released.

"Brother Di, what happened?" As soon as Zhu Mingyang entered the room, he asked straightforwardly.

"That one just now is the Tubo National Teacher Garqin Mausoleum, I think you've seen it!" Di Renjie asked slowly.

"Well, His Majesty summoned him personally." Zhu Mingyang said softly.

"Do you know what I've been doing all this time?" Di Renjie suddenly diverted the topic and asked.

"Brother Di must have encountered some tricky case." Zhu Mingyang understands that the only thing that can attract Di Renjie is the pending cases.

"Ever since the bloody case occurred in Yufeng Village, I have been following that group of Tibetan monks. I found that this group of Tibetan monks would blatantly do anything, and even report themselves to their homes. Just imagine, all evil people do bad things because of their weak hearts and hide their identities, but these monks deliberately show their feet, isn't it strange? Di Renjie paused.

"Indeed, I also think there is something strange about this." Zhu Mingyang remembered the scene when the monk was evil in Yufeng Village, and every time he met the monk later, he looked like he was swaggering and crashing into the market.

"So, I concluded that there must be something wrong with this group of monks, and later this group of monks went to Chang'an and repeatedly did evil, and even kidnapped Miss Cuicui, we saved Miss Cuicui together, do you remember?" Di Renjie then asked.

"Of course I do, I will never forget that night for the rest of my life!" Zhu Mingyang gritted his teeth and made a gurgling sound after speaking.

"Do you remember that blanket in the cave and the wine you drank by the campfire?" Di Renjie's eyes revealed a hint of strangeness, and pulled Zhu Mingyang back to that unbearable night.

"What's the problem?" Zhu Mingyang said suspiciously.

"That tiger skin is from the Turkic unique Turkic tiger, I have looked through ancient books and consulted a lot of information for a long time, this tiger is only a Turkic specialty. And those wines were Turkic mare's milk wine, not Tibetan barley wine. Di Renjie fell into deep contemplation.

"What Brother Di means, those evil monks are fake Turks, not the real Tubo national teacher." Zhu Mingyang is not a stupid person, after listening to Di Renjie's words, Zhu Mingyang suddenly realized.

"Hmmm! I found out through the Ministry of Rites that the real national teacher is the Garqin Mausoleum, who has always lived in Honglu Temple, but rarely goes out except to discuss Buddhism with others. Di Renjie said firmly.

"But what are they doing it for?" Zhu Mingyang thought for a moment and asked.

"The ancients said: 'If you are not of my race, your heart will be different'. As far as I know, the relationship between the Turks and the Tang Dynasty is very delicate, sometimes surrendering, sometimes rebelling. Therefore, the Turks want to take advantage of the death of the first emperor to provoke a war on the border, but with the current national strength of the Turks, it is undoubtedly an egg to hit a stone with the Tang Dynasty. Di Renjie said slowly.

"Now Tibet is under the rule of Songtsen Gampo, and Princess Wencheng's entry into Tibet has made the relationship between the two countries very close. Therefore, this Turk deliberately sent people to pretend to be the national teacher of Tubo, to be evil in the Tang Dynasty, and to try to destroy the relationship between the Tang Dynasty and Tubo. Zhu Mingyang suddenly thought of something, and took Di Renjie's words and said.

"Well, that's good! I didn't expect to see you for a few days, and you kid has made a lot of progress. Di Renjie listened to Zhu Mingyang's analysis and cast an approving gaze.

"Humph! This Turk is really a wolf's ambition, and one day let him see the divine might of my Tang Dynasty. Zhu Mingyang said angrily.

"Later, after I expected that this group of monks was a fake national teacher, I gave up following the fake national teacher and went to Honglu Temple to investigate the Garqin Mausoleum. In the process of my investigation of the Garqin Mausoleum, I found that another force is also interested in this true national teacher, and the accents of these people seem to be the group of black-clothed people who rescued you in Yufeng Village last time. Di Renjie paused after speaking.

"Strange! What is the origin of these men in black? Zhu Mingyang asked suspiciously.

"Until now, I don't know the true identity of these black-clothed people, but this morning, I found out that Garqinling only took two disciples out of the city, and it seems that those black-clothed people are also following him, and it seems that there is an attempt!" Di Renjie took a sip of tea and said.

"So, you found me for help, and then by the time we found the national teacher, the national teacher had already suffered an accident. It's no wonder that Brother Di comes and goes without a trace every time, it turns out that he is tracking this Tubo national teacher. Zhu Mingyang finally had a simple understanding of the whole story.

"It's just that there's one thing I haven't been able to figure out." Di Renjie suddenly had a trace of doubt on his face.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Mingyang saw Di Renjie's confused face and asked in a low voice.

"It seems that this group of fake monks not only wants to provoke the relationship between my Tang Dynasty and Tubo, but also has a purpose to come at you." Di Renjie suddenly spit out a sentence, which surprised Zhu Mingyang a lot.

"What? Coming for me? Zhu Mingyang was shocked.

"I have been following this group of monks for a long time, this group of monks has been following you since the murder of the fishing village, Jingzhou, Chang'an, Huayuan as long as there are traces of this fake monk, so I still hope that you will be careful in the future." Di Renjie explained.

"Thank you, Brother Di, for your concern! I just don't know what the intentions of this group of monks are coming at me? Zhu Mingyang thought for a moment and asked. I have never met this fake Tibetan monk, why did he target himself, is it also because he is a "man of destiny".

"I don't know about this!" Di Renjie shook his head slowly......

Under Cuicui's care, Garqinling's life was finally saved, but he was unconscious, and Zhu Mingyang had to stick to Cuicui every day.

"How did you come up with the idea of pouring the boy's urine into the Tomb of Garchin, so that he would vomit out the poison?" Cui Cuimei looked at Zhu Mingyang, full of admiration.

"My Cuicui is a miracle doctor, not to mention me, the one who is close to ink is black, and the one who is close to Zhu is red, I have been with you for so long, how much do I have to learn something, haven't I eaten pork and never seen a pig run?" Zhu Mingyang said with a hippie smile.

"Brother Zhu will only make fun of Cuicui, I won't tell you!" Cuicui pursed her lips and said angrily.

"Okay, I'll tell you. Although I did not study medicine, I used it to induce vomiting in my distant hometown. Zhu Mingyang saw Cuicui rising, and hurriedly said with a smile.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Just as Zhu Mingyang and Cuicui were chatting at the square table, there was a coughing sound from the Garqin Mausoleum on the bed, and Zhu Mingyang hurriedly walked towards the bed.