The weather is cold and frosty, and in previous years, at such a time, there were few pedestrians on Luoyang Street. In the past two days, many officials have been wandering around the city, and the streets from the four city gates to the central Confucian Temple can be seen everywhere on the streets, with knives at their waists and holding iron rulers to catch thieves.

This group of people stayed around and stopped to visit the "White Lotus Demon Monk". I couldn't stand the cold, so I ran to various restaurants and wine stores to ask for wine and food, and after eating a red face, I walked away without giving money, patting my stomach and burping and continuing to shake on the street.

Wait until the evening to close the team, return to the inspection department to see Master Meng, go back to deal with it, the second day is still like this, go to Qingxiang is even more powerful, reprimanding and extorting some rich people, a little unsatisfactory will disturb the township.

In this way, some blind bitter masters were provoked, and they actually went to the prefect's yamen, and even the inspection department came to complain, which caused a lot of trouble to Lord Meng.

The master of the village had the best face, and in a fit of anger, he found a few lazy characters who took the lead and blamed twenty! On the spot, the thighs and buttocks of these people were turned over, and suddenly a ghost cried wolf! He also killed the chicken and brought a heavy flail to the monkey, and put it under the porch to show the public for half a day, to see that he dared not to visit wholeheartedly, and took the opportunity to squeeze money.

The poor people were furious in their hearts, and they didn't dare to face the fierce appearance of Lord Meng with a scar on his face. The next two days converged a lot, but the search became more careful, and I didn't dare to deal with it.

The officials of the entire Luoyang official face and the city fox society rats took action, forming a fishing net and covering the Dharma Lower Courtyard, which was still missing.

Dense net fishing, not leaking, this kind of thorough search makes the situation in the city can not help but be nervous, in order to seek a peaceful life, the host of several Buddhist temples in the city also cooperate with the government, and report the origin of the monks and monks who are listed everywhere.

The Inspection Department also sent people to stay in it, first cutting off the possibility that the Shaolin monks were hiding in the Buddhist temple. The township guards and lieutenant chiefs were also afraid of the official family and did not want to cause trouble, so they told the neighbors not to allow monks to stay.

Under the high pressure of the Inspection Division, someone began to provide the whereabouts of the Shaolin monk, and all kinds of news made the poor people who were eager to make meritorious contributions run around like flies, and pounced along the clues, but nine times out of ten, they were busy for a while.

Meng Yishan was unremitting, and continued to keep an eye on the four cities, patrolling the streets all night, he was enraged by the assassination of the Shaolin Temple in the streets, and desperately wanted to capture the two monks to retaliate.

In addition, he also made a show to Yiwangfu, showing how hard he Lao Meng worked hard to track down the mastermind behind Yongning's military advice!

In the past two days, Song Jizu has been so busy that he doesn't even have the time to breathe, and he has run all over the hundreds of miles, Lao Meng is sitting in the inspection department and shouting at the scenery, and he is really tired of running errands!

Helpless to take refuge in others, Meng Yishan rescued him from the killing tricks of King Zhiwu during the night battle in Huayue Tower, and owed favors, so he could only do his best to repay him.

He watched Lao Meng expand his power, and he was so ruthless that sooner or later he wanted to dominate Guan Luo! I am worried that Meng Yishan will one day be on the same page with the Northern Sect of the White Lotus Sect, the Five Dao Reincarnation Zhuo Ming King, the Five Provinces and Ten Sects, plus the Four Heavenly Kings, this kind of master, the opponent is extremely terrifying. Under this turbulent torrent, if you don't do well, you will be crushed, and the cautious Song Zhangjiao has already retreated in his heart.

Just in time for the strong hand of Governor Li's house, the altar set up by the White Lotus Sect was uprooted, and its local power was greatly reduced.

Song Jizu is also a high-level figure in the White Lotus Sect, and he once had more than 10,000 followers, but he was so cautious that he did not approve of the way of killing officials and rebelling among his fellow disciples.

In his heart, he supported Zhao Yushan, the fifth ancestor who preached in the south and deceived the world with words, and wanted to spread the White Lotus doctrine in the traditional way of opening incense and setting up altars and mixing Confucianism.

At this point, he is the most compatible with the five ancestors, but now it is the king of Ming who swears to take the world by force in the north, and King Zhuo Ming can't tolerate his sand, so he took the opportunity to subvert the dominance of Wenxianzong, and sent Mi Bodhisattva to kill him secretly.

Song Jizu was tired of this bloody river and lake, and only hoped that Lord Xue could help him and avoid the White Lotus Sect's pursuit of him in the future.

The west wind flies and frosts, and the grass dies in the winter moon.

The inner garden of the Yiwang Mansion is bleak, a round of hooked moon hangs in the sky, the cold light covers the grass and trees to show a kind of bright meaning, every tea kung fu there are several teams of armor soldiers here with knives to patrol, a side hall in front of the stand more than ten guard masters.

The facilities in the hall are simple, only a bed and a quilt and a table are left with pen and ink, and at the front of the case sits a young man in Chinese clothes with a white face and thin lips and a lonely expression, which is Zhu Ju, the king of the small county.

He picked up the brush and copied a copy of the Buddha verse of the Diamond Sutra on the paper with the fluorescent glow of a few green oil lamps: "The supreme and profound subtle method, millions of calamities have been encountered, I have seen and heard it today, and I am willing to understand the true meaning of the truth." ”

In just a few sentences, he wrote with sweat all over his head, On the desk, on the bed, and on the ground, there were all paper with dried ink, and the ground was messily spread on the ground, and there was no one in the scriptures, no self, and everything was promising, such as sentences such as dream bubbles.

The more Zhu Ju copied the scriptures, the more disturbed he became, clenching his teeth, his originally upright facial features were also a little distorted, and there was a resentment in his eyes.

He will be a monk in ten days! Everything he did in front of him was forced by King Yi, and he was confined here and thought about it behind closed doors, copying scriptures every day, doing the work of a quasi-monk, except for his wooden nerd-like brother who sometimes came to talk, he could only see the people who brought him food, bitter and depressed, and almost killed.

was hating his father's ruthlessness and the injustice of the world, and there was a knock on the door from outside the door, and the little king fell to the ground in shock, and caught a glimpse of the moonlight sprinkled on the bookcase, only to wake up and it was dinner time, and the food delivery came. I couldn't help but sigh and said, "Come in." ”

The person who delivered the meal was very tall, with a small hat in a green coat, dressed as a royal family, and walked in with a food box, walked to the table and put the things away, and the man smiled: "King Jun, I will eat angelica medicinal food today to replenish your spleen and stomach." ”

The word "angelica" has the heaviest voice, Zhu Ju looked at the person who delivered the meal in surprise, saw his thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there was a kind of heroic air in his demeanor, but the person who usually brought the food to himself did not come, jumped up and asked eagerly: "Are you?" ”

As soon as the man took off his hat, he was covered with a cow mountain on his head, and the twelve o'clock ring scar was impressive, and he was actually a monk. The monk replied indifferently: "Shaolin abstains from resentment." ”

"Master of Resentment!"

The little king almost went crazy with joy, stepped forward and grabbed the hand of the monk who was angry and said, "The master is here to save the little king, take me out!" ”

Jie Yan shook his head, put the hat back on, took out a letter from the bottom of the food box, handed it to Zhu Ju and said, "This is written to you by the political envoy." ”

"My father-in-law?" Zhu Ju opened the letter and looked at it, Zhao Tianze said on it that he had contacted the Shaolin monks, and was ready to create chaos in the city in two days, and took the opportunity to get the Shaolin master into the palace to rescue him, and then try to get out of the city and return to Yongning. ”

This father-in-law is actually ready to help him get out of trouble?! Zhu Ju didn't expect that his identity as the king of the guilty county would still be of some use to Zhao Tianze, the political envoy. I can't help but feel a strange joy in my heart, it's really an endless road.

Jie Yi stood on his side, waited for him to finish and asked, "The king of the county knows?" Zhu Ju nodded, leaned the letter close to the oil lamp and lit it, and after burning it out, he shook off the ashes on his hand and said, "Master Quit Anger, how many masters have you sent this time?" Last time, even Master Zhiwu fell, are you sure!? ”

He was really afraid that the Shaolin Temple was not fully prepared, and he would not be able to save him at that time, so he would have no chance to get out of trouble, only to be honest and be a monk with incense scars like the one in front of him.

He smiled at him and said, "The lower courtyard of Dharma is almost here, and it will be easy to get you out!" ”

The little county king was stunned, shocked by the news, and there was a trace of confusion in his joy, Shaolin Temple made such a big noise in order to save him alone? It's just that at this time, I can't think of those.

From the royal nobles to this, the more than ten days of solitary confinement made him sad, Zhu Ju suddenly cried, wiped his tears and said: "It's a pity that the young hero of Pinghai has not made a contribution with this king, and he has made a bad thief plot!" How unjust God is! ”

The king of Xiaojun really wanted the Shaolin monk to help Luo Ping take revenge and kill Meng Yishan.

Quit raised his eyebrows, gritted his teeth and said, "Luo Pinghai is my master's lay grandson...... He died of a conspiracy, how could Shaolin Temple be resigned! It's just that Na Meng's martial arts are very high, and I couldn't stab him once on Long Street, so I was forced to flee away. The master of the courtyard will not allow me to attack again, otherwise I will take his life sooner or later!" ”

"Who is the Venerable Master?" Zhu Ju's eyes were red and swollen, and he asked suspiciously.

He only knew that Luo Pinghai had a very high status among the Shaolin disciples, and some details were not very clear, both of them were untouched and had a higher heart than the sky.

"Diluo Divine Monk!" Jie Yan lifted the food basket that had not been touched much, and said: "I can't stay here for a long time, and the reason for sneaking in is to inform you to get ready, draw out the road map of the palace, and then take you out when our people come in at night!" ”

Diluo monk and Dharma Academy Xuean, Shaolin abbot master and called the three masters, Luo Pinghai is actually Diluo's own grandson, no wonder Jiezhi and King Kong Zhibei dare to kill officials on the long street. The reason why Meng Yishan took trouble was that he killed Luo Pinghai.

Zhu Ju was also surprised, and said softly: "My father knows how much about the arrangement in the palace, but the palace is heavily guarded, why don't you do it on the day that Xiao Wang becomes a monk?" It was also easy to escape from Luoyang from the White Horse Temple. ”

Zhu Ju thought that this was the safest, he had been thinking about how to run these days, and at this time, someone answered, and he explained his concerns.

Hearing this, he snorted coldly and said, "Dispel this idea as soon as possible, the old monk Faqin of the White Horse Temple can't afford to provoke it!" When you get there and want to save people, our abbot master doesn't have that face. ”

The monk asked the little county king to briefly sketch the map of the palace, put it in his arms, carried the basket in Tsing Yi, and walked out with a swagger.

As for the person who originally delivered the meal, he had a "sudden illness", and he was personally sent to the end by the Shaolin monk, and he was returned to dust, and the corpse did not know how long it had been hard.

The city's large-scale search lasted for three days in a row, rotating day and night, in addition to the urgency to take people, Lao Meng's hand also wanted to make the monks have some scruples, forcing them to stay in their hiding places and not dare to move, and then take the opportunity to dig into the secret cave of Shaolin Temple, mobilize troops to wipe them out.

On this day, Lord Meng was promoted to the director of the hall, and some of the poor people who came back from the inspection went out to report that they had nothing to see today, Meng Yishan was a little depressed in his heart, and he was able to avoid his thorough investigation, and he didn't even leave any traces, and he really underestimated the ability of the Shaolin faction to sneak away.

At present, only some wilderness mountains are left outside, and a few high-ranking and dignitary residences in the city have not been touched.

There are only a few places that can't be found, all of them are powerful figures in the city, or big officials, or clans, about the situation and can't be provoked, the servants will inevitably miss something.

Meng Yishan thought for a long time with a calm face, turned back to the back hall, and summoned Qian Lun and Yan Ji.

Lao Meng told the situation to the two people, Qian Lun frowned, twisted the rat whiskers and said: "The Shaolin monk must have a plan to come here, there is no impermeable wall, the adults will assign people to go down, keep an eye on the doors of those big households, and only look at the situation when they find it......"

Hear that you want to fight against the Shaolin Temple? Qian Qian Fang was very scared in his heart, his former proprietor Ye Qianxun's Huashan power was lower than Shaolin, and he didn't know how many levels he had, and he didn't have any good plans at present.

Meng Yishan sneered and didn't speak, then looked at Yan Ji who was sitting upright on the side, and asked, "What do you think, sir?" ”

Yan Ji said: "This kind of scheming is not my forte, I can only analyze it for Brother Meng, Shaolin Temple is in the Central Plains like the sky, thousands of years of inheritance, dozens of generations of accumulated prestige, the bull's ear of the martial arts white way, and the disciples and believers are as many as cows." Don't be careless when it comes to your enemies. ”

"The trouble is still to come, and there are many big families who act as Dharma protectors for them, and they are closely connected with each other. In order to seek the protection of the temple, a lot of money is offered every year, and it is convenient for the people of the Shaolin faction on the ground. He spoke sarcastically and mentioned Shaolin's connections in the world.

Meng Yishan nodded when he heard this, the monks supported Zhu Ju's rebellion and participated in the struggle for the power of the vassal king, and they were not good masters who chanted scriptures and ate vegetables!

The Shaolin abbot wanted to use the battle between King Yi's father and son to weaken the strength of both sides and calm the war, which was in line with the wishes of some local nobles in Luoyang.

This time, the Bodhidharma Lower Courtyard infiltrated Luoyang, and if they were involved in it and helped hide the Shaolin monks, it would naturally be difficult for the inspection department to clear the township.

"Who wants to harbor a monk...... Lao Tzu will take whoever he wants! Meng Yishan said with a cruel smile.

If the Shaolin monk is said to be six impure, Lao Meng is a family of officials and bandits. He tried his best to make a deal and didn't have a chance, if there was really a big family colluding with Shaolin Temple?! That's a fat sheep delivered to your door! You have to bring Brother Qi to the door to kill him, and he will turn over on his back and make a fortune.

As soon as Mr. Yan saw Lao Meng's murderous posture, he knew that he didn't think about good things in his heart, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said: "If the Shaolin monks try to assassinate King Yi, they are likely to choose the day when the king of Xiaojun becomes a monk, blend into the White Horse Temple, sneak attack and assassinate to occupy the location, and there should be no big move at the moment......

Yan Ji paused, shook his head and said, "You can stab Brother Meng on the long street, and expose your whereabouts first, but this hand is difficult to figure out." ”

Lao Meng shook his head, he couldn't figure it out in his heart, and sighed: "Damn! No matter what he does, if it doesn't work, he will brake statically. ”

Meng Yishan suddenly remembered something and asked Qian Lun: "What happened to those mastiffs brought from Yejiazhuang?" Once you've been trained, take it out and try it! The dog has a smart nose, maybe you can smell the monk's smell! ”

When Qian Lun saw the adult asking about this, he immediately said with a smile, "It's all trained, so let's ask the dog master to take it to the porch to have a look!" ”

He ran out with a smile, and brought the dog breeder over with little effort, and the owner of Ye Zhuang had sent someone to the Tibetan border, and found a few mastiff puppies with a lot of money, and found a special person to train them to guard the yard, showing his majesty.

As soon as the Ye family was defeated, these things made Lao Meng laugh.

A few people walked out of the room and came outside to see that there were seven huge black dogs as big as calves standing under the porch, with manes like lions on their necks, short hairs on their bodies erect, and the corners of their eyes hanging up.

Meng Yishan stepped forward without hesitation and grabbed the mane of one of them, and stroked it to the head of the giant dog, although the mastiff was fierce, he also recognized the owner, and the dog master was beside him to scold, and obediently let Lao Meng touch it. It's just that his expression is quite helpless, and he has already put up Bai Sensen's fangs, and his expression is hideous and terrifying.

Meng Yishan laughed happily and said, "Not bad! Hahaha, old money, keep these dogs on hand at all times, and let them out to chase as soon as there is news of the monk! ”

Qian Lun nodded a little dizzily and said yes, the money account room was frightened by these vicious mastiffs.

Lao Meng rewarded the dog trainer and turned back to the house, preparing to let the messengers change the way of searching, loosening the outside and tightening the inside, staring at the homes of several official eunuchs in Luoyang City.

At this time, the sky was already cloudy, and the stratus clouds were gradually overcast, Yan Ji looked at the sky and sighed: "What a harbinger before the heavy snow!" ”

The money account room was trembling by the wind, thinking that he would have to add another mink robe when he went back, and immediately echoed and said: "Yes, this winter is cold and can freeze to death!" ”

The sky began to fall goose feather snow, Yiwang Zhu Zhanlong stood in front of the palace and looked at the snow scene, and the ruins of the stargazing tower not far away had been demolished.

Wang Fu'er accompanied him on the side, and his tall body stood behind the prince like a standing King Kong, with a kind of majestic spirit.

King Yi looked at the north wind and frost, only to feel that his heart was turbulent, and said in a low voice: "At this time next year, Lone may watch the snow on the Forbidden City?" ”