Fang Hong had yet to ask some more about his mother's parents, but Uncle Zhong kept his mouth shut, as if he was taboo about something. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Fang Hong is also an interesting person, since people don't want to say it, he won't ask.

After eating a big bowl of dried bacon noodles, Fang Hong still felt a little unfed, so he scooped some noodle soup into the pot again, and then took out two dough cakes from the basket on the side, and ate them like this.

"You kid, you can't see it, it's such a big meal. Seeing that Fang Hong was so able to eat, Uncle Zhong showed a strange look on his face. With such a thin body, it is hard to imagine that it can hold so many things.

"Where is this? I can eat so much more. Fang Hong didn't look up, took a few bites of the dough, took a few mouthfuls of soup while holding the sea bowl, and said vaguely in his mouth.

"Hey, you're not modest. Uncle Zhong was amused by this, "We'll have to run away for a while, if you can't run after eating, I won't carry you." ”

"I'm full, it's no problem to run on your back. Fang Hong said nonchalantly, biting his mouth even more happily.

Xie Chaoyu was eating on the side, watching the two of them bickering back and forth, and the haze in his heart was a little less.

"Bang. While everyone was talking, there was a sudden loud noise from a distance, and the soup in the bowl on the table shook a few times, almost not spilled.

Fang Hong's eyelids lifted, and a fiery aura that rushed to the sky, burning violently, even if his divine soul was hidden in his body, he could feel the burning sensation.

"What's the movement?" he asked, as his heart was shaking.

"It's okay, the old man saved some gunpowder and threw it into the Jinling rudder. Uncle Zhong drank the last mouthful of soup, and then said very calmly.

When Fang Hong heard this, he was a little cold sweat behind his back, Daddy was too violent. This is Jinling City, the capital of the Ming Dynasty, who dared to play with gunpowder here, or to blow up the Jinling rudder. This is equivalent to offending the imperial court and the White Lotus Sect, if someone finds out, there is absolutely no way to survive.

"Don't worry, the master is so cautious that he won't be discovered. Okay, now it's time for us to go. Uncle Zhong got up, walked to the back door, looked left and right a few times, and beckoned Fang Hong and the others over.

Out of the door, Fang Hong took a look from a distance and found that in the southeast direction, a ball of fire illuminated half of the sky, and a lot of noisy sounds came from there.

"This gunpowder is too strong. Fang Hong was secretly speechless, how much gunpowder did Dad use, and he actually exploded such a big fire. However, although Dad directly used gunpowder to blow up the Jinling rudder, which seems to be very reckless, but after thinking about it carefully, you can also see the deep meaning.

This White Lotus Sect is a secret society, and it is not allowed to be allowed by the imperial court, once the Jinling rudder explodes, the people of the imperial court will definitely rush to put out the fire. And the people of the White Lotus Sect, at this time, not only have to put out the fire, but also have to cover up the traces of their association, if it is discovered by the imperial court, it will definitely be another big trouble. Doing so can completely involve most of the attention of Chen Xianrong and others.

It can also be seen from this that Dad doesn't have much power in Jinling City, otherwise he wouldn't have directly blown up the Jinling rudder. Even if there is a loss, it has nothing to do with him.

Everyone went all the way to the south, and many people were alarmed by the light of the fire in the distance, and the street was very noisy. Fang Hong and the three of them mixed in and did not attract the slightest attention.

"Now that the city gate is closed, we can't go out of the city, so I'll take you to the Jiming Temple, where there is a secret passage that leads straight to the outside. Although Uncle Zhong looked old, he did not walk slowly at all, and led the two of them all the way to Jiming Temple.

Jiming Temple is in the southeast of them, already very close to the city wall, and outside the city is Xuanwu Lake. As long as he goes out from the secret passage and enters Xuanwu Lake, it will be difficult for Chen Xianrong to catch everyone.

After all, the lake is different from the land, the lake is open, and there is no fear of being followed. Just get in there, and who knows which direction you're heading.

Fang Hong also ran after Uncle Zhong, and when he was halfway through, he realized that something was wrong, "Hey, no, I'm here to save my father, what am I running here? I finally came here, is it just to run back again?"

It's embarrassing.

But I ate all of them, and the gunpowder exploded, so if I went back like this, what would my father think of me? Maybe I didn't even give myself a chance to explain, and I just got on a stick and beat me up indiscriminately.

So, Fang Hong began to struggle again. I have to think of a way, if I really run away from Jinling City, I will fall into a dead loop. Just as he was thinking about it, several people had already arrived at Jiming Temple.

During the night, the temple was closed, and Uncle Chung did not lead them to knock on the door. After all, just knocking on the door like that, it's too conspicuous. There are hundreds of people up and down Jiming Temple, who knows if there is a dark line of Chen Xianrong?

Jiming Temple was built in the period of the Three Kingdoms, after the Ming Dynasty set the capital here, it was renovated again, the scale is huge, the building is like a cloud, even in the dark, you can see countless stone towers and pavilions. Uncle Zhong led the two to a side gate on the east side of the temple, and after knocking open, a small novice welcomed them in.

"Little Master Puji, can you go to the Prison Courtyard?" After entering, Uncle Zhong bowed to the little novice and asked in a low voice.

"Donor, the prison is still doing evening classes, I'll take you there. Xiao Shami also saluted Uncle Zhong, and then led the three of them inside.

Although the White Lotus Sect was originally a branch of the Pure Land Sect, it has now completely changed, more like a Jianghu force or some kind of association. Therefore, the little novice also called Uncle Zhong the benefactor.

In a temple, the position of the prison is quite high. Therefore, the courtyard has its own courtyard, which is in a remote corner, surrounded by some scattered bamboos, and there are some self-grown vegetables in front of the door, which is extremely quiet to look at.

When Fang Hong and the others entered the courtyard, they could hear the sound of chanting in a low tone from the room, the words were clear, soft and coherent, and it made people feel very comfortable listening to them.

"Prison Hospital, several donors of the Fang family are here. The little novice knocked lightly on the door, and the chanting in the door stopped abruptly, and in a few moments the door opened.

Lifan is a middle-aged monk, not fat or thin, not tall or short, with a fair face and spotless monk robes, giving people an incomparably dusty feeling. There was always a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he did not have the majesty of a prison at all.

"Donor, come with me. When he saw Uncle Zhong, Fan nodded, turned around and entered the door, and Uncle Zhong led Fang Hong and the others, followed closely behind, and also entered the room.