After wearing a hat and a coarse linen robe, Dolgon turned into a chivalrous man in the rivers and lakes, walking between heaven and earth, and he was no longer the regent of the Qing Empire who was high and invincible before.

Dolgon drove the carriage all the way to the Shaolin Temple to find the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, Master Wujue, to ask about the mystery of Tongshending, of course, Dolgon also wanted to take the opportunity to take Master Wujue, the key to open the Tongshending. Dolgon came to Shaolin Mountain, walked into the temple gate, and when he saw the two little monks, he folded his hands and smiled: "Little master, excuse me! May I ask the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Wujue, in the temple?!"

The two little monks were the past disciples of Master Wujue, who had abstained from lust and hatred, and they looked up and down carefully at the guest in front of them who was wearing a hat, a dark blue tight-fitting robe, and a long sword on his back, and said suspiciously: "Donor, my master has not returned for several months since he was last brought back to the capital by General Duoduo, Prince of Yu. I don't know if the donor is a swordsman who has come to learn martial arts?"

"Shangguan Ding, a swordsman outside Xiaguan, known as the Three Swords Feihong, heard that Shao * was the Central Plains Martial Arts Taishan Beidou, and he specially came to ask Master Wujue for advice. Since the abbot is not in the temple, do you know when the master will return?"

"Amitabha! Shangguan Benefactor! Before going to Beijing, the master had instructed that if a northern dignitary really came to look for him, he only needed to tell that person eight words. Quseki clasped his hands together and bowed his head.

"Dare to ask the little master, what eight words did the abbot say?!" Dolgon said in surprise, thinking to himself, "The world is so big that it is not the king's land." The northern nobleman mentioned by the master of enlightenment is none other than himself. Did the eight words he left behind secretly inspire me?"

"The cycle of life and death is empty. He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!" and then turned around and entered the temple gate.

"The cycle of life and death is empty. Hahaha...... Hahaha...... "Dolgon looked up to the sky and roared, and then rode to the capital, thinking to himself, "Master Enlightenment is persuading himself to let go of this life and the next life." Could it be that Master Wujue already knew that I was going to go to Shaolin Temple, and knew what I needed to do to enter Shinto?"

In a hurry, Dorgon unloaded the carriage and rode directly on the white horse, carrying lightly and speeding up. Thinking about "the cycle of life and death, everything is empty." Dorgon rode his horse and was nervous. In the wind, I was filled with thoughts, and he began to question whether it was right or wrong for him to enter Shinto and compete for the position of the Jurchen people in Shinto, after all, there were so many masters of Taoism among the Han people, as if his fate had been seen through by others in a flash.

As Dorgon rode his horse, he was so preoccupied that he didn't pay attention to the road in front of him.

Suddenly, Dolgon's tall white horse was startled, and the horse's two front hooves jumped high, and before Dolgon could react, there was a white-haired old man who fell in a pool of blood, and an old woman next to the old man touched the old man who was lying in a pool of blood, and cried loudly: "Old man, old man, old man, you can't die! Come on, kill people, kill people, kill ......people, kill

At this moment, a group of peasants with sharp axes, sickles, hoes, nail rakes, abacus, and other farm tools came from all directions, and some of them went to help the old man who was lying in a pool of blood, and some surrounded Dolgon, and shouted: "You murderer! Come down! Come down with us! Come ......down with us!"

Dolgon was panicked when he heard this, and thought to himself, "If I go to the official mansion, won't the news of my death be known to the whole world! No, I can't go to the official mansion......... Alas, but my horse did kick someone to death, what should I do?"

While Dorgon was distraught, the old man who was getting up in a pool of blood suddenly winked at the group and exclaimed, "Oh, my old waist hurts...... This was kicked off by this horse's hooves!"

The old woman immediately folded her hands and bowed down and said, "Ah, old man, it's good that you didn't die, it's good that you didn't die! Thank God! Thank you Bodhisattva! Thank you Buddha for blessing......

"Hello! Shangguan Ding, a swordsman outside Xiaguan, known as the Three Swords Flying Red...... "Dolgon reported to himself, and Dolgon was relieved to see that the old man was not dead, after all, no one died.

Before Dolgon could finish speaking, the group of peasants with all kinds of farm tools surrounded Dolgon on a white horse, some of them dialed the abacus, played the beads and calculated, and some of them shouted at Dolgon with a wooden horn: "You have knocked someone into a crippler, and you have to compensate them for medical expenses of 3,000 taels of silver, for decoction and medicine, for lost work for 1,000 taels of silver, for sequelae of 1,000 taels of silver, for family members to be sad, and for mental damage...... This fee and that fee, together a total of 11,000 taels of silver!!"

"What are the sequelae expenses? The family members are sad and the mental damage expenses are unheard of!" Dolgon scratched the back of his head and said in surprise, and ten thousand big question marks instantly popped up in his mind, thinking to himself, "Horses' hooves hurt people, these Han people have all paid so much money? Is there a mistake? What a strange talk in the world! Alas...... It's a pity that there is no way but to lose money, otherwise you can't hide it if you blow it up. ”

Dolgon touched the silver ticket and the silver ingot in his bosom, added them together, counted them, and it was only ten thousand taels of silver, and Dolgon handed all the silver to the old woman who ran over and said embarrassedly: "Old man, I have a total of ten thousand taels of silver, can you do well? There are still one thousand taels of silver, forget it! That's all I have on me......

The old woman took Dolgon's silver and counted it, looked at the other villagers and nodded, and said with a smile: "That's right, it's 10,000 taels of silver!" Then she ran to the old man with the silver, helped the old man, and shouted at Dolgon with one hand on her waist, "No! You see that you are blind, and you will knock my old man like this! You will support him for the rest of your life! 11,000 taels of silver, not a single child is missing!"

Dolgon looked at the gray-haired old man with a pained expression, and he helped the old woman to limp slowly and move his small steps, and his thighs were stained with blood, and the blood was surprisingly bright red.

The peasants, armed with axes, sickles, hoes, rakes, abacus, and other farm tools, began to spat at the mouth, pointing at Dolgon and swearing:

"That's right! Look at your human appearance! It's almost that much money?!"

"Your horse knocked someone's grandfather like this, and you will pay 10,000 taels of silver, is your conscience gone?!"

"You're not as good as a beast! Like your horse, you're a brute!"

"Alas, although I have injured people, you can't just curse people! Don't blame this king if you scold people again...... Don't blame me for being rude!" Dolgon looked at the restless peasants and pressed the Chixiao Sword on his back.

The peasants became agitated again and shouted:

"Big guy!"

"Brothers, this dog-damn brute is arrogant when he hits someone!

"Everyone, go and report to the official! Hurry up! Can't let him escape!"

At that moment, a peasant put down his hoe and ran out shouting, "I......'m going to report to the official!"

Seeing that they were all peasants, and that his horse had hit and injured the old man, and that he had been at fault first, Dolgon was really ashamed in his heart, and he was at a loss when he saw that these peasants were so restless and so united, so he got off his horse, spread his hands, and said: "Uncles and aunts, I didn't mean to hit anyone, and I have paid you all the money on my body! Isn't it sincere enough? What else do you want?!"

"If your grandfather makes you like this, you will be ruined for the rest of your life! You have to pay another thousand taels of silver! Otherwise, you won't be able to leave this village today! The little grandson has already gone to report to the official! The official will immediately send someone to arrest you!" The peasant with the abacus laughed.

"Aunts and uncles, I don't believe you will search me, if you have a silver tael, you can take it!" said Dolgon, who opened his arms helplessly.

"That's right!" said the peasants, either rubbing their mustaches or holding their chins, staring up and down Dolgon, and then gathered together in a circle and muttered carefully.

Suddenly, the peasant with the abacus walked up to Dolgon, patted Dolgon on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, I see that you are also a sincere person, today we will believe you! Let you go! But you have no silver, you will leave this horse for a thousand taels of silver! No opinion!"

"This—this ......," said Dolgon, looking around, and then stopped.

In full view of everyone, the peasant with the abacus led Dolgon's white horse and left with the other peasants.

Dorgon looked at their distant backs, and there was only a sigh, but there was nothing to do.

Dolgon crouched on the ground, pounding his head with both hands, a little hysterical, and suddenly, Dolgon noticed that the old man's blood had dried up in a pool of blood, and the color was a little different. Curiosity drove Dolgon closer to the pool of blood, and Dolgon crouched down in front of the dried blood, and pressed the dried blood with his fingers, but there was not a trace of blood on his fingers, "It's red paint! I've been deceived!" A thunderbolt suddenly exploded in Dolgon's mind?

Dorgon hurriedly rose to his feet, and pursued the peasants in the direction of their departure, and ran to the end of the road, exhausted and panting, but there was no figure in sight.

This has just set foot in the rivers and lakes, and the silver and white horses on his body are gone. Dolgon kicked the rocks in annoyance.

Dolgon hurriedly sent a message to the landlord to tell him about the situation, and when the landlord received Dolgon's message, he just smiled and put the note into the fire and burned it.

The landlord rolled a few silver bills and a letter into small rolls, and stuffed them into the letter box on the pigeon's feet, so that the flying pigeon could bring the silver ticket and the letter to Dolgon.

When Dolgon received the pigeon from the landlord, he opened the letter and suddenly realized that there was a shortage of soldiers, and many people were hungry, so they scammed and robbed everything. The group of peasants were cooperating with the act from beginning to end, the old man was injured, some people ran to report to the official, and the villagers with farm tools ...... They are all fakes, they are all fraudsters. The whole White Horseshoe Man incident experienced by Dolgon is a long-standing "porcelain" incident that has been prevalent in the rivers and lakes, and Dolgon, who has never set foot in the rivers and lakes, is a porcelain doll who lacks life experience and wisdom and is vulnerable in the rivers and lakes where the organs are exhausted and the tricks are deceitful.

The rivers and lakes are far away, and for Dolgon, this is the beginning of the rivers and lakes. It remains to be seen how uncertain Dorgon's future will be. But after all, the rivers and lakes are turbulent rivers and lakes, not the supremacy of Dolgon's past under one person and above ten thousand.