July 11, Fanxing Temple.

The Buddha Festival has just passed, and the new abbot of Fanxing Temple, Jingxin, is sitting upright on the main hall, calmly looking at the empty Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Slowly raising his head, he looked at the golden Buddha's eyes, and the golden light flashed faintly in his eyes, as if he had something to say.

"Amitabha." Jingxin gently put down the Buddha beads in his hand, pronounced a Buddha name, and then turned his eyes to the door of the main hall: "It's getting late, our temple has been closed, if you want to worship the Buddha, please come again tomorrow." ”

"Haha, what the purified heart abbot said was inevitably a little less compassionate." There was a burst of laughter outside the door: "We have traveled thousands of miles to come to your temple, is this the hospitality of your temple?" ”

"Amitabha." Jingxin said softly: "The one who comes when it is time to come is a guest." Who is the one who should not come when it should not come? ”

"Haha, the temple is wide open, how can there be anything that should not come?" The person outside the door smiled: "But since the abbot of Pure Heart doesn't like me to come, I'll wait for you to leave." ”

"It's just that before I leave, I need to ask Abbot Pure Heart for something!"

"Amitabha, our temple is simple, and there are no precious things." Master Pure Heart clasped his hands together: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint a few donors." ”

"Not disappointed, not disappointed!" The people outside the door laughed and said, "What we want must be in your temple, that is, the head of the abbot of the pure heart!" ”

As the words fell, several figures rushed into the hall of the Great Hero, and the long knife in their hands flashed with a terrifying cold light, directly taking the head of the abbot of the pure heart.

"Amitabha." Seeing this, Jingxin did not have the slightest hint of panic, but gently pressed a button beside him.

The next moment, five crossbows hung down from the room, and the arrows flew out in an instant.

"Amitabha, good, good." Jingxin clasped his hands together, listened to the sound of the corpse falling to the ground, and said calmly: "The poor monk should chant here, and I wish you donors to ascend to ......Bliss as soon as possible."

Linyang City, Leaky Clothes Lane, Duan Ming held a few letterheads, and a smile appeared on his face.

It seemed that the plan had been broken by Duan Ming several times, and the people of the Immortal Sect finally couldn't help it.

In fact, now that His Majesty has a different mind about the Immortal Sect, if the Immortal Sect continues as before, I am afraid that it will soon lose its title as the first sect of Great Qi.

Therefore, the Immortal Sect began to make moves at this moment, and Duan Ming didn't feel strange at all.

Even Duan Ming felt that the Immortal Sect could bear it, if it were him, he would have started to do it a long time ago.

"Mr. Duan, what are you laughing at?" Zhucui asked.

"I just got the news that the people of the Immortal Sect tried to attack the Pure Heart Master of the Fanxing Temple, and then they were counter-killed." Duan Ming said with a smile.

"Oh." Zhu Cui nodded.

"Why, don't you find it interesting?" Duan Ming asked with a smile.

"What's so interesting? Killing and killing, the most boring. Zhucui shook her head.

"You, you, that's it, you don't care about national affairs at all." Duan Ming said with a smile: "But in this way, the methods of the Immortal Sect will be cut off little by little. ”

"Some time ago, King Guangsheng was deprived of the throne and imprisoned in the capital, and I am afraid that he will not be able to get out in this life."

"The King of Shunjing, the King of the North of the North, the King of Longchang, and the King of Changping have also sent messages, and the methods laid out by the Immortal Sect in the army when they were in Cambrian City have also been cut off by them."

"In this way, the idea of the Immortal Sect wanting to intervene in Buddhism and the army is shattered......"

"Haha, interesting, interesting."

"Okay, Mr. Duan, don't giggle here." Zhucui shook her head helplessly, and put the cleaned fish in the pot: "This time, the fish from the fourth child is not as fat as before, is it deliberate?" It doesn't cost money, how can you do that! ”

"Haha, okay, next time I see Yu Laosi talking to him." Duan Ming smiled and nodded.

Soon, the fragrance of the fish soup slowly wafted out of the pot, Duan Ming sniffed it vigorously, and immediately felt relaxed and happy.

"Zhucui, your fish soup is really the best in the world." Duan Ming exclaimed: "Even if I drink it for a lifetime, I can't get tired of drinking." ”

"Then I'll make fish soup for Mr. Duan for the rest of my life." Zhu Cui laughed.

"That relationship is good, words count." Duan Ming said.

While the two were talking, a figure walked in quickly.

Duan Ming looked up and found that it was Sun Zhukuai of the Yamen.

"Brother Sun, you came just in time, hurry up and try the fish soup made by Zhucui." Duan Ming hurriedly stood up and said with a smile.

"Don't taste it, don't taste it." Sun Zhukuai said: "I came to find you in a hurry. ”

"Oh?" Duan Ming looked at Sun Zhukuai suspiciously: "What happened again?" ”

"I guess you don't know yet." Sun Chu sighed quickly: "Just now there is news from the capital, saying that King Jing'an intends to rebel, and now he has been taken to the heavenly prison and is waiting for His Majesty to deal with it." ”

"What?" Duan Ming frowned: "It's fake, it's a rumor." ”

"No, the news has already reached the Taishou Mansion, and it is an official document." Sun Zhu said quickly.

"But, how can this be......" Duan Ming's brows furrowed: "If this news comes here now, then the Spiegel Division ......"

Then Duan Ming looked up at Sun Zhukuai: "Brother Sun, I want to ask you for two horses." ”

"What are you going to do?" Sun Zhukuai looked at Duan Ming suspiciously.

"Enter Beijing." Duan Ming said in a deep voice: "Normally, for such a serious matter, the Spiegel Division should come here before the news." ”

"You mean the Torture Commander?" Zhu Cui filled two bowls of fish soup and handed them to Duan Ming and Sun Yukuai.

"That's right, for such a big matter, the old torturer should come to me." Duan Ming pondered: "If the old torture didn't come to me, it means that this time the matter is probably extraordinary." ”

"What do you mean?" Zhu Cui wondered.

"To put it simply, if the old torturer thinks that he can protect me, then he will inevitably send someone to find me." Duan Ming said: "Since the old punishment has not come, it means that this matter is beyond the ability of the old punishment. ”

"According to the worst possibility, if things don't turn around, King Jing'an may die!"

"This ......" Hearing this, Sun Zhukuai was shocked: "You mean, Your Majesty may kill King Jing'an?" ”

"That's right." Duan Ming nodded.

"Haha, it's worthy of Mr. Duan!" At this moment, there was a burst of laughter at the mouth of Leaky Clothes Alley: "So, Mr. Duan, you should die here!" ”

"Immortal Sect!" Duan Ming said in a deep voice.

"Mr. Duan, you go first, leave it to me here." Seeing this, Sun Zhu hurriedly pulled out his knife and said in a deep voice to the alley.

"Not necessarily." Duan Ming shook his head and looked at the person at the entrance of the alley: "That, do you have any money with you?" ”