In the western suburbs of the national capital, a mountain range is called Yanyun Mountain, and on top of one of the highest peaks, there is actually a temple.

Outside the gate of the temple, two people in gray monk's robes were cleaning the courtyard, and not far away, a middle-aged man walked quickly, his forehead covered with beads of sweat.

This Yanyun Temple is located, except for martial artists, ordinary people are afraid that they can't come up at all.

In addition, although this Yanyun Temple is a temple, it is never open to the outside world, which is well known to the world, so no one comes at all on weekdays.

The middle-aged man took a breath and ran straight towards the temple.

The person who came was the director of the Shang Division, Tang Shan.

"Amitabha, why is Lord Tang so anxious?" Outside the temple gate, a yellow-clothed monk stood with one palm on his chest, obviously recognizing the person, and asked questions.

The yellow robe naturally shows that it is one point higher than the gray monk's robe outside the door.

Monks are also divided into levels of cultivation, and the color of their clothes also represents their cultivation and status, ordinary monks are gray, intermediate monks are yellow, and in addition to the yellow robe, they are dressed in purple and red robes, and they are generally presiding abbots.

"Zen Master Jianfang, I have something important to see Master Chongtang." Tang Shan clasped his hands together, and it was difficult to hide his eager tone.

Although he is the head of a department, he does not dare to have the slightest disrespect here.

The word Zen master is enough to show the level of the other party,

Meditation is said to be a Zen master.

Only a high-ranking monk is worthy of these two words.

The whole Huaguo temple is like a cloud, and it can be called the word Zen master, such as rare.

And the so-called master is not something that ordinary people can call in Buddhism, only a Buddha can be called a master.

One of the ten common names of the Buddha is the Heavenly Master, which means the master, and if you can't become a Buddha, you can't be called a master.

"Master Tang Shi ......" Jian Fang spit out a few words lightly, and slowly stretched out his palm.

Tang Shan's already anxious face showed a bitter look at the moment, and he replied:

"Master Jianfang, this time I came here, it is really important, and I did not carry a national order."

"Amitabha, no one can enter without a national order." Jianfang withdrew his palm and closed his eyes directly in contemplation.

If you want to enter Yanyun Temple, only the capital lord personally writes the national decree, and everyone knows it within the six divisions of the national capital, which shows that this place is by no means an ordinary place.

Seeing this, Tang Shan clenched his molars.

"Offended!"

The three words fell, Tang Shan suddenly released his true qi and blasted out with a palm at the person in front of him.

The purple true qi is condensed like substance, and the chiefs of the six divisions of the national capital have all reached the level of a king.

The chilling palm wind mixed with purple true qi roared, Jian Fang's eyes opened, and the palm standing on his chest flicked casually, directly crushing the blow, and pushing it out with a backhand.

Boom!

This palm landed directly on Tang Shan's chest, and there was a muffled sound, accompanied by a figure that flew out upside down.

Under one blow, the disparity in strength between the two sides is self-evident.

Tang Shan's face was pale, he clutched his chest, his eyes showed horror, this was the first time he fought with the other party, he never expected it to be so terrifying.

Obviously, the other party is extraordinarily merciful, otherwise, under this blow, if you don't die, you will at least be seriously injured.

"Amitabha, Lord Tang, please come back, if you entangle again, the poor monk will not be polite."

With an indifferent word, Jian Fang stood outside the door and closed his eyes again in meditation.

How could Tang Shan go back, his son was still being detained in the Jinghai Patrol Division at the moment, he had already used all his connections, even to find Marshal Mu Zhen, it was useless.

For now, the only way to come here is to come.

Time passed minute by minute, and Tang Shan stood outside the door and refused to leave.

"Let him in."

Inside the temple, an old voice was heard.

Jian Fang immediately opened his eyes and replied, "Yes." ”

Tang Shan was instantly overjoyed and rushed in.

Outside the door of a squatter room, Tang Shan simply tidied up his clothes and pushed the door in.

As soon as he entered the door, he fell to his knees suddenly.

"Father!"

The two words fell, and the old man in the house slowly opened his eyes, although he was in the middle of the expectation, he could not hide a majestic wind, judging from his face, he was about sixty years old at most.

In particular, he is dressed in a black monk's robe, which is particularly eye-catching.

Black monk's robes are generally worn only for major events or rituals in temples.

However, when it is not worn on the day of the sacrifice, it has another meaning.

It's not so much about meaning as it's about identity.

Since ancient times, only monks who have participated in political affairs and have greater influence can be dressed in black monk robes, which was called in ancient times - the prime minister in black, assisting the contemporary emperor, ranking first among the "three secretaries".

His authority does not exceed that of the emperor, but his prestige is almost comparable to that of the emperor.

"Tang Shan, I've told you many times that whenever I'm outside, I always want to call me Master Chongtang!"

The cold words fell, and it was difficult to hide the anger.

The old man in the house is the founding general Du Guangxiao, and the word Chongtang is his legal name.

It is true that Tang Shan is his son, but no one in the world knows this, not even the capital lord Long Yanyan.

Otherwise, the Shadow would not have been able to find a trace of information.

However, at this moment, Tang Shan still cared about concealing this relationship, and hurriedly said: "Father, please save Haofeng." ”

As soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed in Du Guangxiao's eyes.

In this world, the only person who cares about him is his grandson, if not, it is impossible to send two king-level powerhouses to protect him day and night.

"With Feng Jingyu and Ying Jiang by Haofeng's side, what can happen?" Du Guangxiao spoke indifferently.

In society, the god of war level is like a strong existence, and the two king-level are enough to ensure peace of mind.

Tang Shan had a bitter face, how could he not think so, but the pawnshop was closed and his son was detained in the patrol office, which is all a fact, and hurriedly replied:

"Father, Hao Feng is now being detained in the Jinghai Patrol Division, and his life and death are uncertain!"

The Inspector's Office is not an ordinary place, but it is a miracle that all the warriors who go in can come out alive, and the son is locked up there, which is tantamount to suffering all the time.

When Du Guangxiao heard this, he got up slowly and did not speak.

He knew that his grandson ran a pawnshop in Jinghai, and what he did was nothing more than some small business, and he couldn't make much trouble.

Now that the patrol department is taking action, I'm afraid this matter is not so simple.

After a moment of silence, Du Guangxiao slowly spoke: "Tang Shan, what's so unusual about this matter?" ”

Tang Shan thought for a while, and suddenly replied: "Father, when I was talking to Wei Sen, oh, that is, the director of the Jinghai Patrol Division, I was taken away by a person, and that person actually knew Haofeng's relationship with me. ”

Du Guangxiao raised his eyebrows and suddenly spoke: "What else?" ”

Seeing that his father was a little frightened, Tang Shan was even more frightened, and he didn't dare to hide it in the slightest, and told all the panic and desire of countless officials in the country to flee.

These people are all arranged by themselves.

Du Guangxiao paced back and forth, was silent for a long time, and finally turned into a sigh.

"It seems that he did it himself."

"Who? Who is Father talking about? ”