The screams of the little monk lasted for a long time, and then, he squatted down and began to sob.

"Lord, his heart must have been greatly wounded." Siniang said beside her.

Zheng Fan nodded.

The little monk has a wise root, and he has been in contact with this pair of masters and apprentices, and he also thinks that these two should have great fortune.

The so-called good fortune means that even if there are no big achievements in this life, you can turn evil into good fortune and be chic.

But it's a pity, looking at the appearance of the little monk in front of him, the blessings on his body don't seem to have sheltered him this time.

Of course, you can also talk about it from another angle, if it weren't for the delay of this pot of fish soup, if it weren't for the whim of Marquis Zheng and wanting to accept the two little brothers, he might have already eaten and left this inn, and this "belated" old bustard and her godson would not have met.

But that's really.

The alchemists and qi refiners like this set of rhetoric because this set of rhetoric is very flexible, and they can give it back no matter how they pull it, so that they can continue to cheat and cheat.

Perhaps, for this little monk, he may rather die than fall into this minister's den and tarnish his innocence.

Zheng Fan looked at the old bustard, although the old bustard had shouted outside before that he was bringing a newly harvested godson this time, and he was a chick, but it was the seller's boasting.

"Have you picked up any guests?"

Zheng Fan asked.

The old bustard swallowed his saliva, Xu Chuang's knife was still on her neck, and moreover, when the man in front of him became serious and even angry, that momentum, even if she had been through the wind and moon for a long time, she immediately panicked.

To put it bluntly, after the two princes left, even the emperor had to be polite to him Zheng Fan, and sat on the dragon chair together to enjoy him;

Looking at the entire Dayan, the status is higher than that of his Marquis Zheng, there were few before, and now, it seems that there is really no more, when you yourself have done it and don't need to kneel anymore, looking back, under you, you have already knelt in the dark.

"I didn't ...... No......... New......... Packed ......... New ........."

Marquis Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed to Gao Zhunpang who was standing there, and Gao Zhunpang immediately stepped forward to salute and wait;

"Deliver an order for Ben Hou, and order the general of the county to immediately lead the troops and surround her brothel for Ben Hou, and no one will be spared."

"Whoa!"

Gao Zhun Pang was a little surprised, because the posture of the Hou Ye before didn't look like he wanted to reveal his identity.

It is true that Zheng Fan didn't plan to expose his identity to make it bigger, because it would be very boring, but the appearance of Fan forced him to do so.

How did he go from the snowfield to the Tianduan Mountain Range to Shengle, and how he was sold to the red tent in Shangchuan County, the context must be sorted out, and when he is transferred from Fengxin City to deal with it, it is inevitable that something will go wrong after a long time, so it is better to control it now.

Moreover, Zheng Fan felt that the wicker he inserted today had been harvested now, if it weren't for these turtle grandsons clamoring to continue to ask for a father-in-law, it would be impossible for him to see the little monk Fan who was "wandering in the dust" today.

Immediately, when everyone in the inn was surprised and had not yet recovered from the title of "Benhou", Zheng Fan took Fan and left.

got into the carriage and did not rush out of the city to go back, but came directly to the county government of Shangchuan County.

It is impossible to beat the drum and voice grievances because someone in the family has been trafficked, but purely to borrow a place and think about it, and this is the quietest place.

The official at the door saw that someone had broken into the county office, and shouted and wanted to stop it, but he didn't stop Xu Chuang directly, and Xu Chuang yelled;

"The Marquis of Pingxi has arrived!"

If it was in normal times, Marquis Zheng would not have taught him the tone and charm of the voice and charm when the father-in-law of Da Nei Wei shouted "Your Majesty has arrived";

But now, I'm not in the mood.

Shangchuan County didn't wear the official robe, so he hurried over, and after seeing Zheng Fan, he knelt down and saluted directly:

"Xiaguan meets the Marquis of Pingxi, and the Marquis is blessed."

"Do you know Ben Hou?"

"Yes, Master Hou, when the army invaded Chu last year, Xia Guan was a grain transport officer, and I was fortunate to see Lord Hou's true face."

This will save trouble, and there is no need to let the Sword Master take out Long Yuan to play tricks.

"Ben Hou wants to borrow your mansion for use, from now on, except for Ben Hou's orders, all idle people, etc., are not allowed to come in and disturb."

"Yes, Xia Guan understands!"

Behind the county government is the county order's home, and the county order's family naturally lives in it.

But in an instant, all the family members left in a hurry, and they didn't even have time to pack up their things to make room for the Marquis of Pingxi.

After Zheng Fan came in, he said to Xu Chuang:

"Ask a few people, give him a bath, and clean up."

"Whoa."

It didn't take long for

The little monk who had been "washed" again stood in front of Zheng Fan.

In this era, people like to apply grease and powder, as a beauty, but this level of makeup is really not flattering, and the ministers are more serious.

Although the washed little monk Fan has no robe to wear, only a piece of clothing that should be the little son of the county order, but it is really pleasing to the eye.

At this time, Gao Zhunpang came to restore his life.

"Master Hou, the subordinates of that red tent have already brought people under control."

Zheng Fan nodded, waved his hand, and signaled that he could go down and stand by.

Gao Zhun Pang immediately saluted and retired, and the general of the Shangchuan County garrison asked him to introduce him to the Hou Ye on his behalf, but he didn't mention it;

Obviously, Hou Ye is not free now, he can't use his little "holy family" to consume here, and it is estimated that it is far from enough.

"Siniang."

"The subordinates are here."

"Now there is no one else around, only you, you go and interrogate the old bustards, sort out this line, and it is best to control the human traffickers who handle them.

Who is the current general of Shengle City?

Forget it, no matter who it is, give him a notice and let him cooperate, I want to know clearly how the little monk entered Shengle City from the snow field. ”

"My subordinates understand."

For the rest, there is no need to tell more, Siniang's ability to do things is beyond doubt.

Siniang went down,

Zheng Fan said to Xu Chuang: "Let the people in the county government prepare some food and send it in." ”

"Yes, Master Hou."

Zheng Fan didn't rush to ask the little monk anymore, before, he had already been stimulated, and at this time, it was better to wait for his emotions to ease down.

Soon, the food was delivered, and the little monk looked at the food in front of him, but he didn't need to be told, and began to eat.

Meat and vegetarian are not taboo,

Missing that sentence:

Since Hou Ye forced him with a sword, then let's eat, the Buddha will not blame.

When the little monk was eating,

Marquis Zheng sat there, gently kneading his knuckles.

Ponder for a moment,

Marquis Zheng motioned to Xu Chuang to call the county order who had been waiting outside.

"Ben Hou needs to borrow your people and send a few letters to Ben Hou."

"Master Hou, please command, the lower officials will not give up."

"First, send someone to Yingdu to send a message to Lord Xu Wenzu, the Taishou Xu, saying that Ben Hou has some things to delay in Shangchuan County, and if Lord Xu is free, he can go to Shangchuan County to meet.

Second, send someone to Fengxincheng to deliver a message to Mr. Bei, saying that Ben Hou had found Monk Fan here.

Third, send someone to Shengle City to spread the message, so that the current General Shengle can control all the people in charge of the slave trade in his vicinity, and wait for Benhou's people to interrogate, there must be no mistake. ”

"Yes, the subordinate obeys."

Zheng Fan nodded, and the county order immediately went down to comply.

And here, the little monk Fan also ate well, he pinched the orchid finger, picked up the handkerchief, and began to wipe the corners of his mouth.

Zheng Fan felt that he should have received serious mental stimulation first, and then was trained by the old bustard, and now he should belong to a split personality state?

It's a pity that the blind man is not here now.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Back to ...... Lord's words, eat well. ”

Zheng Houye squinted his eyes, thinking that it should be his previous questioning at the inn, which traumatized him again, and now, in order to avoid the trauma and torture, he has even substituted the role of the old bustard for him.

It's an escape.

Marquis Zheng took out the red stone from his arms, put it in his hand, and said:

"Son, come out."

The red stone swayed a few times, and then a black mist appeared.

The magic pill floated there, a smile on his lips.

Magic pill, it's already two levels off.

Before assassinating Zhao Jiulang, Zheng Fan tried to communicate with the magic pill, but it still failed to achieve results, it seems that at this time, he has a kind of restraint on advancement.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but he deliberately chooses to suppress.

Zheng Fan doesn't know what he's trying to do, just like most parents don't understand what their children are thinking in their children's minds when they are adolescence.

But the magic pill is a magic pill after all, and with its attributes as a soul body, it can also try to break the little monk's mental defense, so that he can directly face what happened in the snow field.

Doing so will have very serious side effects, and it may not be possible to really get the information you want, and at the same time, there is a high probability that the little monk will become an idiot.

But the blind man is not here, and this is the only way he can use it now.

On top of that, Zheng Fan is really eager to know what happened on the snowfield now.

If he was only attacked by a savage tribe in the snow field, the little monk should not have become like this.

His master, even if he was really killed, he should be glad that his master was freed, the cause and effect were repaid, and the debt in this life was gone.

weighed and hesitated,

Zheng Fan still put the red stone back.

Bear with it, or endure it again;

Regarding the prophecy of the demon king, it is very important, and it is no longer only his own business, and the other seven demon kings should all know.

And at this time,

The little monk suddenly spoke:

"Master, what do you command?"

"What's your name?"

"Whatever you are happy to call others, they are what they are."

"Alright, you can just sit there."

"Master, it's because they didn't serve you well and let you ......"

"Shut up."

"Yes, sir."

The little monk closed his mouth and began to wander around, and then he saw the Buddha beads hanging on the wall on one side of the room.

This should be used to ward off evil spirits, and nowadays from the powerful to the common people like to take some so-called monks who have opened the light of the magic vessels and put them in the town.

After the little monk's eyes looked at the string of Buddhist beads, he couldn't move away.

Subconsciously, he was very familiar with this Buddha bead.

It does not mean that this Buddha bead is his or his master's, no matter how clever it is in this world, there is no such coincidence;

But the material of this Buddha bead, he is very familiar, it seems to be translucent, and the material is expensive, but in fact, it has been fooled and shoddy.

This thing,

In the past, when the little monk and the master traveled to Huayuan, they did not use this trick less.

The master said, sincerity is spirituality, whether this Buddha bead is real or false, expensive or cheap, why care?

The pit is the master who is not bad for money, and this is to eliminate the debt for them, Amitabha.

At this time, seeing the counterfeit and shoddy objects of his peers, his eyes began to gradually become solemn.

Hou Ye Zheng, who was sitting opposite and had been paying attention to him, immediately noticed it, he didn't dare to continue to stimulate Fan, he was really afraid that if this child was stimulated a few more times, he would be more distracted and develop towards the public cause;

But it would be great if the child could awaken some memories on his own.

Zheng Fan remembered that the blind man told himself that this heart disease still requires heart medicine, to put it bluntly, the best way is to come out on your own.

"Master ........."

The little monk began to murmur.

Marquis Zheng half-squinted, waiting, and did not urge.

The little monk stood up, stretched out his hand and pointed to the Buddha beads hanging there, and then looked at Zheng Fan with some blankness,

Road:

"Master, I'...... I can ......."

"My lord rewarded you."

"Thank you."

The little monk took off the string of Buddhist beads, put it in his hand, and rubbed it.

Long

The little monk put this string of Buddhist beads around his neck.

He sat down,

But this time, it's sitting cross-legged;

After sitting cross-legged, he began to try to reach out his leg and support his body with his right arm, trying to sit more voluptuously.

It's just that soon he was confused again;

He felt uncomfortable no matter how he sat down, and he felt very uncomfortable no matter how he sit, and then, suddenly he felt that it was too painful to sit down, so he stood up again.

After standing up, he first stood gracefully with his waist in the way the old bustard taught, and then he wanted to put his hands together;

The movements are constantly changing, and even the demeanor is constantly switching between "solemn appearance" and "flattering and graceful".

Marquis Zheng didn't speak, just sat there, watching the scene in front of him...... Fine-grained on-site.

soon

The little monk felt that it was a torment to even stand, and then he sat down again, and after he sat down, he stood up again, and when he stood up, he sat down again.

"Hoo ......"

Marquis Zheng was a little tired when he saw it.

Sit-ups, sit-ups, sit-sit-s

"Master, come and play......... Contemplation of Freedom......... Amitabha......... ......... Grandpa"

get

Now not only is it painful to stand and sit, but even to speak, it has become extremely tormented.

This situation lasted for half an hour.

finally

The little monk is tired,

With a "poof", he fell to the ground, his face turned pale and he gasped for breath.

Zheng Fan got up and came to the little monk.

The little monk began to foam at the mouth, and then began to vomit, vomiting all the food he had eaten before before and had not had time to digest.

Marquis Zheng dodged and avoided these filths.

After the little monk vomited, the blood on his whole face was almost invisible, and then he began to curl up his body, holding his arms with both hands, looking cold.

Marquis Zheng covered his nose with his cuffs and slowly walked around to check the situation.

"Master...... I'm so cold......"

"Grandma, hot water, I'm cold, I'm cold........."

"Please, give me a bite to eat, give me a bite to eat........."

"Cold ......... It's so cold............."

Marquis Zheng listened patiently beside him, trying to write down all these words, and he couldn't tell what news was hidden in them.

"Master Hou."

At this time, Xu Chuang reported outside.

"Master Hou, Master Hou, by the way, master ............"

The little monk was suddenly stimulated by the title of "Hou Ye",

Talking to himself:

"Master...... I haven't forgotten your words...... You ask the apprentice to go back to the Hou Ye...... Looking for Hou Ye........."

Zheng Fan immediately stretched out his hand and signaled Xu Chuang, who was standing at the door, not to speak.

Then

He took the initiative to lean over and said to Monk Fan:

"Ben Hou is here, looking for Ben Hou, what are you doing?"

The little monk didn't look at Zheng Fan at all, and his eyes revealed the color of thought and memory:

"In vain...... Go back and tell Master Hou...... The golden body of the Buddha ...... He's got to donate it......... Hahaha...... Now the Hou Ye can't rely on the debt......... I can't afford it........."

"Ben Hou is not bad, quickly, tell Ben Hou, what does your master want you to say to Ben Hou?"

"Apprentice, look, look, look, there is really a person under the ice!"

Zheng Fan's gaze immediately became solemn,

ice,

below

Person?

This pair of masters and apprentices really found it.

"Master Mili...... It's a personal mile...... Frozen to death...... Master...... Savages here...... Why are they all worshipping a person who has frozen to death? ”

"Hey, so the savages are stupid, so foolish, hehe, another day, our master and apprentice will change some things, and we can also become Buddhas on this snowfield and be offered to the temple."

"Ah............ Master, you see, the people under the ice seem to have moved. ”

"Bastard thing, dare to scare your master, it's all frozen, how can it move!"

"Master, he opened his eyes, opened his eyes, he is alive, he is alive!"

The little monk's face suddenly began to redden, and he immediately jumped up, grabbed Zheng Fan's clothes with both hands, and yelled at Zheng Fan:

"He is alive, he is alive, the man under the ice, is alive, alive !!"

Zheng Fan didn't break free, and continued to listen to Fan's conversation with his master for a while.

"Apprentice, we have to go back quickly, we have to go back quickly, we have to go back and tell Master Hou that the person he is looking for, we have found it, mother, it is still a living thing."

"Yes, master, let's run, ah, the ice is cracked, cracked!"

At last

The little monk looked at Zheng Fan with a frightened expression,

In a very reverent voice, as if imitating the worship of some savages:

"Demon King...... Befall...... Beelzebub...... Advent ......"