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=========================================== "Monk? During the day, I just heard Kang Yongbiao, the master of the Chongqing rudder "Zijin Huan", talk about the Shaolin abbot Master Muyun, Zhu Wenyu was very sensitive to the word "monk", and hurriedly asked: "What kind of monk is it?" ”

"First of all, an old monk knocked down a person who carried a burden, who knew that the old monk not only didn't help, but also left without stopping, I was angry when I watched it on the side, is there such an unreasonable monk? But the other old monk who was with him behind him helped the person who fell down and apologized, I just couldn't get angry, I ran away when I hit someone, who is it, right? Brother Wen Yu. Ming Zhao pouted and was still unconvinced.

"This little girl, she is just nosy, and the gang has helped her up and apologized, so that's it, what a big deal? What's the matter with you? Why do you have to go to the old monk in front of you? "Zhao Min was really angry enough by this naughty bag.

"I'm asking what that monk looks like?" Zhu Wenyu asked.

"Of course the monk is bald, what's the difference?" The monks in Ming Zhao's eyes seemed to be the same, and he was still thinking about hitting people in his little brain: "How can there be such an unreasonable?" Monk just doesn't have a good thing! But the old monk in the back is okay. It turned out that Zhao Min occasionally told some old things about her and Zhang Wuji as stories to Ming Zhao on weekdays, although the names of Shaolin Wudang and other rivers and lakes were hidden, but after all, it also mentioned how several evil monks in the past led a bunch of people to force a hero and his wife to death, and how to embarrass the son of the hero, etc., that hero naturally refers to Zhang Wuji's father and mother, the five heroes of the Wudang Seven Heroes "Iron Stroke Silver Hook" Zhang Cuishan and his wife Yin Susu, the daughter of Yin Tianzheng, the leader of the Heavenly Eagle Sect. Although Ming Zhao didn't know that the hero Zhao Min said was actually his own grandfather, he naturally didn't have much affection for the bald monk in his mind, and the sentence "The monk doesn't have a good thing" naturally came out at this time.

"The person who hit the person in front of him was an old monk, sixty or seventy years old, with a dark red face, and seemed to be blind in one eye, and he was in a hurry, and he didn't know how to make amends when he hit someone, and he had a handful of beards, and his fire was still so big, and he didn't know what the use of reciting the scriptures for a lifetime was, no wonder the little girl was angry, I couldn't look at it, how could there be a monk?" Next to him, Zhao Min said with a smile: "But the monk who followed behind him helped people up, but he was younger than before, about fifty or sixty years old, slightly fat, and his face was dark." After all, Zhao Min has been walking the rivers and lakes for a long time in his early years, and he can explain it clearly in a few words, unlike Ming Zhao, who blindly said it, but it is difficult for people to understand: "What's wrong?" Wen Yu? What's wrong with those monks? ”

"It's nothing, maybe those bald heads from Shaolin Temple will come to Chongqing this time and meet together to deal with the Tianyi League." When Zhu Wenyu heard it, it was obvious that the monk who helped people was not Master Mu Yun, the abbot of Shaolin, nor Master Mu Yu, the first master of Bodhi Academy, and Mu Yun and the monks of the Mu Zi generation were not yet sixty or seventy years old, let alone the old bald head in front of them. Besides, the letter he just wrote to Mu Yun on June 15, it is impossible for people who want to come to Shaolin Temple to come so quickly, thinking that maybe it is just that the monks of the local monastery in Chongqing are unreasonable, and they don't care, so they say casually.

"Well, Zhengdu Kongyuan, Muyan Iron God, it's only been twenty years, and the Shaolin Temple has changed two generations of abbots, it's really fast." Zhao Min nodded. She was ordered by the Mongolian emperor to deal with the Central Plains martial arts, naturally the Central Plains of the various sects of the bottom of the clear clear, the Shaolin Temple in charge of the Central Plains martial arts Niu Er can be said to be very knowledgeable, when Zhang Wuji was the head of the Ming Sect, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple is the empty word generation, "see and hear the wisdom" of the four major monks are well-known in the rivers and lakes, Kongjian because of the pseudonym Yuanzhen's "mixed yuan thunderbolt" Cheng Kun's deception, was Zhang Wuji's father-in-law, "Golden Lion King" Xie Xun 13 moves and seven injuries punched to death, set off many twists and turns, and later Xie Xun had to take revenge, Converted to Buddhism, entered the Shaolin Temple to worship under the name of the uncle of Kongwen, and was the same as the Shaolin abbot Kongwen. Under the empty word generation is the round word generation, Cheng Kun mixed into the Shaolin Temple, the name of the law is called "Yuan Zhen", in addition to the round sound, Yuanye, Yuanxin and others, under the round word generation is the wooden word generation, today's Shaolin abbot is Master Muyun, naturally at least two generations of Shaolin abbots have been replaced, and two generations have been changed in just twenty years, which is also very fast, Zhao Min has this saying.

"I heard the old man Xie of the beggar gang talk about it, saying that the previous head of the Shaolin Temple, Master Yuanshu, died after only three years as the abbot, and this Muyun has been the abbot of Shaolin for many years." Zhu Wenyu said casually.

"Circle forgiveness? Haven't heard of it. Zhao Min shook his head: "Mingzhao, don't pester your father, go tell the boss, and let them bring the food to the house." ”

"I'll go." Ming Xun dropped a sentence and ran out of the door with a puff of smoke.

On the second day, Zhu Wenyu and Tang Yun went to Chongqing again, but there was still no news, even Zhu Wenyu, who had always been casual about everything, was secretly anxious and a little restless, but he had to wait patiently for the news, and he didn't dare to go to find the damn Tianyi Valley casually. Zhang Wuji is still reading books by himself in the inn, but Zhao Min was pestered by Ming Zhao to play on the street, this time even the Ming Wu Mingxun brothers were pulled away by Ming Zhao, Chongqing Mansion is a relatively large state capital in Sichuan, and it is not much worse than Chengdu, the three brothers and sisters followed their mother all the way, Zhu Wenyu deliberately asked Tang Yun to give Zhao Min a few silver tickets before going out, Zhao Min was born in everyone, although he has lived a hard life for decades, but he still looks very lightly at silver money in his heart, and he is not polite, and he goes out to buy food and play for his three children. Mingzhao is crazy, and even Zhang Mingwu and Zhang Mingxun, who have always been calm and fatherly, are also full of interest.

On the evening of the second day, Zhu Wenyu suddenly thought that although the desert had arranged for the beggar disciples to keep an eye on the Chongqing prefect's yamen on Feng Hatyuan's side, after all, it was just a stupid way to wait for the rabbit, and if he eavesdropped on the Wei Mansion like he used to visit the Wei Mansion at night, maybe he could hear some news. Although the last time I was in the Wei Mansion, I almost traveled thousands of miles to Chengdu to send my life to the hands of the "Ruyi Sword" Yu Shixiong, but anyway, after all, after all, such a night detective can still find out some news, and now instead of waiting aimlessly like this, it is better to take the initiative to investigate, the big deal is just to run empty. Thinking of this, as soon as Zhu Wenyu said to the master, Zhang Wuji just said lightly: "Yun'er, don't go, you can go alone." He was no longer noncommittal. Zhu Wenyu knew that the master was worried about danger, and he should not be afraid of his martial arts, but he could not escape if he encountered anything, but it was difficult to say with Tang Yun. Tang Yun was naturally unhappy, but after Zhao Min's persuasion, he finally settled down.

Zhu Wenyu changed into a black night outfit, jumped out of the window of the guest room, and headed towards the Zhizhou Yamen in the right direction.

Chongqing is mountainous, not as flat as the hinterland of the Central Plains, most of the houses are built on the mountain, many times Zhu Wenyu had to sweep down from the roof, climb a few steps, turn a few street corners, although it is also a light work, but it is not much faster than walking in the daytime, through the shadow of the houses under the moonlight, run out of a meal to get to the outside of the Zhizhou Yamen.

The wall of the yamen is one zhang high, and the black wall tiles cover the white courtyard wall, which is very different from the dwellings next to it, and has a bit more majestic taste. Zhu Wenyu looked around, there were few people around, and every household saw only windows with candles lit. Zhu Wenyu stomped on his feet, his toes were on the wall a little, his figure had risen like a big peng, and quietly climbed the wall of the prefect's yamen, stretched out his head to look inside, only to see that most of the rooms inside were dark, only a few rooms were lit up, and a few people came and went in and out of the house, but there was no sound quietly.

Zhu Wenyu tumbled down from the wall, hiding in the dark place at the bottom of the wall, and was not knowing where to start, when he suddenly heard someone walking nearby, and at the same time there was a voice: "Is Wan Zhutou coming?" ”

"Back to Master, Wan Zhutou has arrived, and he is waiting in the front hall." Someone answered.

"Well, tell him, I'll come."

"Yes, master."

Although Zhu Wenyu has never really sat in the yamen as an official, Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang gave him the hat of the deputy commander of the Jinyi Guard and wore it just for convenience, but after all, he is in the officialdom, and he knows that this master is generally a confidant of the official, participating in many important affairs in the yamen, doing things for the master, or giving some ideas, and being a think tank, which can be said to be the status of half a master in the yamen. At this time, when I heard that it was a master, my mind changed, and I might be able to find out some news from this master. Moreover, as soon as he heard this master speak, his qi was insufficient, and it was obvious that he had never practiced any martial arts, so it was naturally much easier to find out the news from him than from a master like Feng Hatyuan. Thinking of this, he lightened his steps and quietly followed.

I saw the thin master pacing out of the house, holding a cigarette pouch in his hand, and walking towards the front yard while taking a few puffs, Zhu Wenyu followed lightly. This master has never practiced martial arts, so naturally he can't hear the footsteps of a master like Zhu Wenyu at all, and continues to walk forward without realizing it.

The master walked into the hall in the front yard, Zhu Wenyu chose a secluded window, silently poked a small hole in the window paper, looked in, and saw a man in his forties dressed as a head catcher sitting in a chair. "The master is not an official, so Wan Zhutou naturally does not need to kneel and salute.

"Well, the head of the ten thousand catchers is here? Sit, sit, sit. The master surnamed Shao waved his cigarette pouch and sat down by himself. The 10,000 catchers also sat down carefully.

"Wan Zhutou, I came to you today, because the adults have something to explain, let Wan Zhutou do it." Master Shao spoke.

"Please ask the master to command." Wan Zhutou stood up and bowed.

"Your Excellency has an order, so that you can secretly track down a person, surnamed Zhu Wenyu, this person is a Jiangyang thief, pretending to be the imperial court Jinyi Wei and the Holy Qincha, has come to my Chongqing to try to make trouble......" Master Shao took a puff of cigarette and said slowly.

Zhu Wenyu couldn't help but laugh when he listened to it, he never expected to hear such a paragraph, his deputy commander of the dignified Jinyi Guard, who still carried the gold medal given by Zhu Yuanzhang, the current Holy Hongwu Emperor, actually became a Jiangyang thief in the mouth of this Master Shao? It's still fake?

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