Cheng Yanjin and Li Yuanfang and their entourage, escorting the second prince of Qiuci Kingdom, swaggered out of the border of Qiuci Country and returned to the Zhifeng Temple in Honglan Kingdom. Cheng Yanjin sent all the soldiers borrowed from the county lord of Zai back to Loulan Kingdom.

Cheng Yanjin dragged the second prince to a well in Zhifeng Temple, kicked him and staggered to the ground. "Let's talk about it." Cheng Biting Jin swallowed watermelon seeds and said coldly.

The second prince held on to the edge of the well, slowly got up, and a trace of blood came out of the corner of his mouth, "Two knights, whatever you want me to say, I will be honest, as long as you don't kill me, I am willing to be a cow and a horse." The second prince said in a begging tone.

"The abbot of the Wind Stopping Temple and the other people in the temple, are you sending someone to kill it?" Cheng Yanjin asked.

"It's not me, it's not me, it's all my men!" The second prince quibbled.

"Where did they get the courage to kill without your orders, huh? Is it innate?! Cheng Yanjin flew up angrily and kicked the second prince to the ground.

The second prince held his breathless chest with one hand, and held the edge of the well with the other hand to keep himself from falling.

"Tell me about the Brown Arrows, shall we?" Li Yuanfang asked.

"Okay, I said, can you get him to stop hitting me, okay? I bought the brown arrow privately from the weapon master of Qi Nan Kingdom, and when I bought it, I made an agreement with him about three chapters, one of which can only be sold to me in the future. Second, you can't reveal any of my information to the outside world. Third, it is not allowed to inquire about the specific whereabouts of the brown gold arrows. Later, the weapon master violated the rules, and I let people kill them. ”

"What kind of grudge do the monks in the temple have against you, they are all innocent, why do you want to kill them?" Cheng Yanjin roared.

"I was supposed to send to... I killed you, because you knew about my existence, so you had to make this decision. When they saw that you were not there, they thought that you had escaped early, so they turned their anger on the monks in the monastery. The second prince hesitated.

"I'll ask you again, Li Jing, the general of the Tang Dynasty's expedition to the west, did you send someone to assassinate him, and he died under the brown gold arrow." Li Yuanfang said with a grim face.

"No, absolutely not, how dare I provoke the generals of the Tang Dynasty, this is definitely a misunderstanding." The second prince said.

Cheng Yanjin stretched out his right hand, grabbed the collar of the second prince, hung him at the mouth of the well, and said angrily: "Don't cry if you don't see the coffin, right?" Who just said that the Brown Gold Arrow of the Weapon Master was only sold to you alone, and he forgot about it as soon as he finished speaking? After speaking, Cheng Biting Jin suspended the second prince's body in the air, ready to throw it down, and the second prince grabbed the edge of the well in panic.

"In addition to my own use, I also sold the arrows to another group, and I don't know who they used to kill." The second prince said.

"They... Who are they? Li Yuanfang said.

"Look at them dressed like Siamese, you know, selling things on the black market, and buyers and sellers can't snoop each other's information. I don't know who they are. The second prince said in horror.

"Is that him?" Li Yuanfang took out a stack of portraits from his arms and unfolded them for the second prince to identify. The first portrait is that of the national teacher Ming Shiyin, and the second prince looked at it carefully, shook his head and said, "It's not him, it's younger than him." Li Yuanfang took out another one, the person in the painting was Ming Shiyin's apprentice Yi Xing, and the second prince shook his head again and said: "The hair is not so long." ”

Li Yuanfang took out the last portrait and said, "What about him?" ”

The second prince's forehead wrinkled slightly, with a contemplative expression, and said, "Yes, it's him, it's him." ”

"Look closely." Cheng bites the golden road.

The second prince carefully looked at the portrait in front of him again, and said categorically: "That's right, it's him, mighty and arrogant, with sharp eyes and an icy tone, as if everyone owes him a life." ”

Li Yuanfang heard this, turned his face and looked at Cheng Yanjin. "Sure enough, it's them, Brother Cheng, let's put him down first." Li Yuanfang said. Cheng bit the golden hand and threw the second prince under the edge of the well.

"What do you mean, Li Jing was killed by the National Teacher?" Cheng bites the golden road.

"That's right, the person in the painting is the righteous son of the national teacher Ming Shiyin, and they are all from Siam." Li Yuanfang said.

"Then this kid can't kill him, he's a human witness!" Cheng Yanjin glanced back at the second prince leaning on the edge of the well.

"Yes, I can prove it, and he also said that as long as the brown gold arrow is sold to him, he will help me ascend to the throne in the future, this turtle grandson, it doesn't matter what he says, the eldest prince is now sitting on the throne, and he can be happy, and I haven't seen them come to help me. I must come forward to prove their hypocrisy and treachery! The second prince gritted his teeth and said.

"It's not your right to speak!" After Cheng bit Jin's words, he slapped a palm on the neck of the second prince, only to see him faint suddenly.

"When I came to the Western Regions, Master Di told me that I want to thoroughly investigate the details of the national teacher, Brother Cheng, or you will take good care of him here, I want to go to Siam in person." Li Yuanfang said.

"Yourself... Let's just the two of us. Cheng Yanjin said uneasily.

"It doesn't matter, it's not been a day or two since I came to the Western Regions, I will protect myself, don't forget, my light skills are in the Western Regions, and few people can catch up with me." Li Yuanfang said.

Bodhidharma sat under the eaves of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, contemplated the exhibition of scriptures, and the fallen leaves fell on the old desk from time to time. Sun Wukong held a leaf in his mouth, his right leg was on his left leg, and he couldn't stop dangling in the air.

"Master, my grandson is about to suffocate to death in this temple, why haven't you seen the imperial history of Chang'an?" Sun Wukong seemed to be indignant.

"To come or not to come, it's all in vain. Have you read all the scriptures I told you to read? "Dharma Dao.

"I don't seem to understand it, it's hazy. However, master, the scriptures are dead, and the earthly world is alive, and my grandson feels that it is difficult to understand the mystery of this Buddhist scripture if I don't experience the earthly world too much. Sun Wukong said.

"If your heart is not settled, how can you see through the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror." Dharma Dao.

"Master, since I came to this temple with you, my grandson has never gone out of the temple gate once, let alone the world, even what the mountain peach looks like, my grandson almost can't remember." Monkey King said.

"You monkey, you're hungry again." Dharma Dao.

"Where did a mosquito fly, where did you run..."Sun Wukong pretended to catch mosquitoes, but he had already jumped out of the temple in the air.

"You bad bastard, how many times have the teacher told you, sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting the lives of ants, cherishing moth yarn lamps, why are you careless?!" Bodhidharma sneered, and when he looked back, he was already empty when he put it in Wukong's place.

Bodhidharma sighed and shook his head slowly.

Sun Wukong jumped out of the temple and ran down the mountain happily, shuttling through the dense forest. Or run on the leaf-covered mountain road, or climb and ripple among the adjacent branches. The boar watched its shadow, hiding in the bushes, and the birds heard its sound and jumped on the top of the branches.

Not long after, Sun Wukong came to the noisy and bustling Chang'an Street, eating a few green peaches that came with him, and cruising back and forth in the crowd. The flowers in front of him were earthly, and the glass was brilliant, which really surprised him. When he came here, listening to the jokes and scolding in the crowd, and the children frolicking, how could he not feel that the hustle and bustle of this world was much more real and interesting than the Sanskrit words in the Buddhist scriptures.

Suddenly, the conversation between the two people greatly attracted Sun Wukong's attention.

"Have you heard, the empress seems to have a strange disease, lying on the dragon bed all day long, her eyes are slightly widened, she doesn't say a word, like a living dead, even the imperial doctors in the palace are helpless." Passerby A Road.

"According to what you say, the affairs of the court are not all decided by the national teacher alone." Passerby B Road.

"Who knows, hey, why do we people worry so much. Let's go, drink and go. Passerby A.

"I heard that there is a new song in the Neon Pavilion, what are you waiting for?" Passerby B Road.

Sun Wukong heard this and remembered it in his heart, "No wonder I haven't seen it all the time, the female emperor sent the imperial history to inspect my master, and the feeling is that she is sick." She is also very well from this illness, so my master and he don't have to continue to stay in that broken temple, wouldn't he be comfortable in the world. Sun Wukong thought.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong no longer had the intention of continuing to play, turned around, walked through the crowd, and walked towards the mountain...