Ling Muyun performed the technique of gecko swimming on the wall, gently crawled on the roof tiles, quietly climbed to the roof roof, and looked into the courtyard by the moonlight, only to see a person kneeling in front of the house under him, full of spirit, white-faced beard, it was the white-faced old man who had beaten Lu Gaoxuan in the barren mountain temple before.

It seems that Shunzhi is in this house, otherwise that old guy would not be kneeling outside so properly. I just don't know what this old man came to Shunzhi for? Well, let's see what's in this room first.

Ling Muyun muttered in his heart, stretched out his hand and gently lifted a piece of roof tile in front of him, in order to avoid being noticed, he did not uncover it entirely, but moved it slightly to the side, revealing a gap, and looked down at the house through the gap.

I saw an oil lamp lit in the middle of the house, the light was dim and unclear, and with this dim light, Ling Muyun saw the situation in the house clearly. The space in the house is not large, that is, it looks like a square foot. The furnishings are very simple, with only a table with a shrine. In addition to the Buddha shrine, there are also oil lamps on the table, a wooden fish, and a Buddhist scripture with yellow silk edges, which is estimated to be the forty-two chapters of the Yellow Flag!

There were two monks sitting cross-legged at the table, both of them wearing ordinary gray cloth monks' robes, but their shapes and appearances were very different. One of them is fat and burly, sitting on the ground is almost as tall as ordinary people, with a purple sauce-colored face, a pile of thatched short beards, the monk's robe is slightly open, revealing the undulating muscles on his chest, his shoulders are broad and his waist is thick, his hands are big and his feet are big, and there is a golden demon pestle on the ground with the thickness of a bowl, I am afraid that it weighs more than 100 catties.

There was another monk sitting beside him, this monk seemed to be in his thirties, thin, half a head shorter than the fat monk beside him, but he was tall among ordinary people. Feng Shen was handsome, his eyes were lowered, his lips were squirming, and he didn't know what Buddhist scriptures he was reciting.

It seems that this thin monk is the Shunzhi Emperor who is a monk, and the fat monk must be the protector monk who guards his safety. Ling Muyun's eyes flickered, and he wondered in his heart whether he would rush down directly now, grab the forty-two chapters and leave?

Although the fat monk looked scary, he was just practicing a foreign kung fu and having a brute force, and he didn't put it in his eyes. As for the old guy kneeling outside the door, although the kung fu under his hands is very hard, as long as he catches Shunzhi in his hands and takes him as a hostage, presumably the old guy will have to throw a mouse bogey and dare not do it! Just like this, will the movement be a little too big?

Just when Ling Muyun was hesitating in his heart, he suddenly heard the old man kneeling outside the door begging: "Please also ask the master to be gracious and let the slave meet, and the slave can explain to the old master after returning to the palace." ”

Ling Muyun smiled secretly in his heart, he had been here with this old guy for so long, and he hadn't even been able to see Shunzhi's face!

I saw Shunzhi reply lightly: "There is no master here, just an ordinary monk who is stupid, where does Mr. Wu come from, where do you go back." ”

The old man kowtowed on the ground suddenly: "Even if the master doesn't pity the hard work of the slaves, doesn't he even care about the mother-son friendship with the old master?" ”

Boss Wu? Old master? Mother-son friendship? Could it be that this old guy is the Ulanfeng in front of the old lady of Xiaozhuang? Well, this old guy doesn't need a sharp voice with a white face, isn't he just a eunuch, it seems that he can't be wrong, and he is the best in ten!

Ling Muyun, who was lying on the roof, suddenly moved in his heart, but when he looked at Wu Lanfeng again, his eyes were a little colder. Not to mention the conflict between him and this Ulanfeng in the barren mountain and small temple, just the identity of this Ulanfeng was enough for Ling Muyun to kill him.

After seeing Wulanfeng's martial arts, Ling Muyun finally knew clearly that Mao Dongzhu had done a lot of assassinations after lurking in the palace for so many years, but he didn't dare to attack the old lady of Xiaozhuang. With Mao Dongzhu's martial arts, even a seriously ill Hai Dafu is not an opponent, if he is against this Wulanfeng, who is as famous as him but is healthy, there will only be one dead word, even if Liu Yan and Deng Bingchun are added.

But if you want Mao Dongzhu to play a greater role in the palace, it is necessary to get rid of the empress dowager of Xiaozhuang, and if you want to kill Xiaozhuang, you must first kill this Wulanfeng, otherwise there is such a master by Xiaozhuang's side to protect him, and there are a large number of imperial guards to echo him, not to mention Mao Dongzhu and them, even if Ling Muyun does it himself, it is not much of a success.

Ling Muyun made up his mind almost in a short instant, and he cooked this Wulanfeng on this Wutai Mountain, although he didn't think he was sure of winning against Wulanfeng, but at least he could win a relatively fair battle environment here, if he didn't take this opportunity to solve this old guy, when this old guy returned to the palace, he would have no chance to do it. And if he does it here, even if he can't take Wulanfeng, Ling Muyun is sure that he will retreat, but if he gets to the palace, it will not be the difficulty it is now, and if he is not careful, he may even put his life into it.

Shunzhi was silent for a moment, and recited: "As soon as you enter the Buddhist gate, the four major ones are empty, and the dust of the front edge is already a mirror, and the poor monk doesn't think about it anymore, Mr. Wu, you better go back to the palace." ”

Wulan Feng raised his head violently and shouted: "Master, now that the little master is in danger, can you bear to ignore it?" ”

"What danger? He is now in the position of Ninety-Five, ruling the world, how can he be precarious? Shunzhi's originally calm voice suddenly became excited, obviously related to his son's safety, even if Shunzhi's meditation kung fu was cultivated well, he couldn't help but get nervous.

"Master, you don't know about the Buddha over the years, the little master was still young when he first ascended to the great treasure, thanks to the four auxiliary ministers in charge of the government, but the rebel ministers took the opportunity of the auxiliary government to form a party to gain power, and when the little master was in power, it had become a big trend. Especially recently, the old minister Soni is old and has passed away, Suke Saha has also been killed by Aobai Luo on charges of fabrication, and Curb Bilong is attached to Aobai and his party, at this time most of the government and the opposition have been controlled by Aobai, and the arrogance is not inferior to that of the regent of the year. ”

"The little master can't bear it anymore and is ready to take a desperate gamble. The old master was worried that the little master was young and was not an opponent of the rebel minister, so he sent a special servant to see the master, and asked the master to return to the court to preside over the overall situation and cut off the rebel party. The old master said that if the master is still in love with Buddhism, it is not too late to come back to participate in Buddhism and practice meditation after the situation is stable. I also hope that the master can read it for the sake of the old master and the little master, and return to the court with the slave! ”

Speaking of this, Na Wulanfeng prostrated on the ground and kowtowed, "dong dong" sounded, and blood trickled down his forehead.

"Diao Nu should be damned!"

Shunzhi roared angrily and suddenly stood up from the futon, obviously the news brought by Ulanfeng made him extremely angry.

The most difficult thing for Shunzhi to let go of in his life was that he ascended the throne at a young age, and the power of the court was taken by his uncle regent Dolgon, and even his mother Xiaozhuang had to commit himself to marry Dolgon in order to keep his throne, he has always been deeply ashamed of this matter, and after he took power, he even did not hesitate to dig up Dolgon's body to vent his anger. Therefore, when he heard Ulanfeng say that the autocratic power of Ao Bai was not inferior to that of Dolgon, he could no longer suppress the anger in his chest.

Hearing Shunzhi's anger, Ulanfeng was overjoyed, and kowtowed again and again: "Yes, Ao Bai that rebel minister really deserves to die, but now he is in the court is very difficult to control, and he also asks the master to return to the court with the slave to destroy this fang." ”

"Okay, the poor monk will go with you." Shunzhi nodded in the middle of the room, picked up the forty-two chapters on the table, and walked out.

What's going on? Why did Shunzhi follow back to the dynasty? That's not how it came from in the original book, right?

Ling Muyun suddenly became messy. It must be known that in the original history, Shunzhi has never returned to the dynasty since he became a monk, even if the little emperor Kangxi destroyed Aobai, and learned that he was still alive, he sent Wei Xiaobao to Wutai Mountain to visit, and later came in person, he never went down to Wutai Mountain, what is the situation now? Isn't it going to be another variable?

Ling Muyun's mind was so confused, his breathing couldn't help but be a little shorter.

Who wanted to ignore it a little bit, and it was suddenly noticed by Wu Lanfeng in the courtyard. Wu Lanfeng, who was originally kneeling on the ground, bounced up from the ground as if he had a spring, and his body moved like an eagle falcon and slammed towards the roof: "Who is it?" Give me down! ”

Can't wait any longer, let's do it!

Seeing Wulanfeng pounce, Ling Muyun did not face the battle, but violently slammed his body into a thousand catties, and with a "bang" sound, he directly collapsed the roof, and his figure naturally fell into the house along with the collapsed roof tiles.

As soon as Ling Muyun fell into the room, and before he even landed on his feet, he saw the golden light in front of him, and a demon-subduing pestle with the thickness of a bowl mouth smashed towards him, and it was the guard monk beside Shunzhi who made a mad move.

"Give me back!"

Ling Muyun's body was difficult to turn around in mid-air, and he immediately broke off, and with a single palm, he hit the dragon in the eighteen palms of the dragon with regret and hit it out, and a powerful palm force suddenly came out of his hand, and it bombarded the golden demon pestle smashed by the mad monk.

With a "bang", more than 100 catties of gold demon pestle actually rolled back, and the fat monk walked crazy "kicking and kicking" and took a few steps backwards, which barely stopped the reversal of the pestle, and his eyes glared angrily at Ling Muyun who floated to the ground like a cow, and his mouth moved as if he wanted to speak, but only when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

(To be continued)