Yang Zhi was a little remorseful, he should have asked Sha Jing carefully at that time, but at that time, he had to pretend to be ignorant of the Heavenly Master Order, so Yang Zhi deliberately didn't ask; Yang Zhi then practiced for a while, and fell asleep at the third watch, and slept until three o'clock in the morning, when he heard the noise of people outside, and only got up when Yang Zhi finished freshening up, he saw the monk Huihong walking in from outside with a golden soldier.

The sun was shining in the small courtyard, and a small blue flower had bloomed on the grass, Yang Zhi asked casually: "Monk, where have you been?"

In the eyes of outsiders, Lan Bin is older than Monk Huihong, there is nothing wrong with calling it so, Monk Huihong said with a smile: "Lan Daxia, the poor monk went to the White Pagoda, and they all said that the scenery there is good, there is aura, I think it's really nothing, in the end, it's just a it, but the incense of Dayou Temple is amazingly good, almost not under the White Horse Temple in Luoyang." ”

The white tower is in the northwest of the city, not far from the West Street, it is the industry of Dayou Temple, and it is also the landmark building of Liaoyang City, which is higher than the tower of Shangjing in Liaoguo, and it can be regarded as a place for sightseeing at present. If the incense of Dayou Temple can really be compared to the White Horse Temple, it is quite good, the White Horse Temple was built in the Han Dynasty, it is the first government-run temple in the Central Plains, there is the "ancestral garden" and "Shiyuan" of Buddhism, it has been rebuilt several times in several wars, and the incense has not faded so far.

Yang Zhi showed a look of disbelief and said, "Huihong, is it an exaggeration?"

Seeing Yang Zhi's reaction, Huihong monk became more and more prominent: "The monk did not lie, the good fate of Dayou Temple is all in the white tower, the white tower is majestic and cloudy, from top to bottom can be divided into six parts: pedestal, Sumeru, tower body, tower eaves, tower top, tower stop, upward gradual shrinkage, the blue brick outside the Sumeru seat is carved with a bucket arch, pitching lotus, the tower body is placed on each side of the brick carved Buddha shrine, and there is a sitting Buddha in the shrine. The brick carving on both sides is to step on the lotus, hold the bowl in both hands, or hold the lotus together, the demeanor is lovely; the treasure cover on the niche hangs in all directions, the upper left and right corners fly to the sky and fly flat, the real streamer wall man, not worse than the Longmen Grottoes. ”

Yang Zhi smiled and said, "Hearing you say this, I really want to go and see it." ”

Monk Huihong shook his head and said: "How can you have a chance now, as long as the assassination case is not solved, you will not be able to get out of the inn door at all, unlike monks, like the people of the Mirage Mansion, who come and go freely." ”

Yang Zhi knew that Hui Hong was hinting that he was making trouble, but since Yang Zhi knew that Hui Hong had another purpose, it was impossible for him to do the wrong thing for no reason; at least before Hui Hong showed his hole cards, Yang Zhi had to gamble, and Hui Hong would not and did not dare to tell the truth to the good monk. Yes, the monk and Wu Qimai are both extremely smart people, and Monk Huihong did not report this matter at the first time, as long as Yang Zhi said some evidence, Huihong and his accomplices would not have a good time.

Because Jin Bing and the guys of the inn were standing aside, under the sun, Yang Zhi and Hui Hong were smiling, Hui Hong took a leather coat from Jin Bing's hand, motioned for everyone to stand down, and he and Yang Zhi sat down on two chairs. Seeing that there was no one around, Yang Zhi felt the warmth of the sun and asked Huihong: "You and a good monk are not of the same mind, what are you doing in Liaoyang?"

Hui Hong casually looked in the direction of the Moon Gate and said, "You don't need to know, but don't worry, I won't harm you." ”

Yang Zhi smiled self-deprecatingly: "It should be said that you haven't hurt me until now." ”

Hui Hong paused for a few seconds and said, "You have been in a bad environment for too long, as gloomy and suspicious as a good monk......"

Yang Zhi was not angry, knowing that Hui Hong, a flower-hearted monk, was right, and said with a wry smile: "It's a swamp, no one can maintain their true nature, of course I am the same." I can't be ambiguous about the people who might put me to death, you Huaxin Monk is notorious for killing people quietly, ruthless enough...... What are you thinking?"

Yang Zhi saw that Hui Hong didn't care about his words at all, and lazily seemed to be deserting, and Monk Hui Hong opened his eyes wide and said: "Seeing is believing, when I first heard about the Jurchen, Guo Tianxin and I thought it was an inconspicuous small tribe, and only Cai Jing, the old fox, was like a big enemy. Especially at the court meeting, all the senators were not in favor of uniting the Jurchens, even if Cai Jing and Zheng Juzhong were political mortal enemies, and their opinions were surprisingly unanimous. I'm here, and I haven't found the answer to the mystery yet, but I see that Jin Guo is getting stronger and stronger. ”

Yang Zhi somewhat understood: "You, like me, fled to the Northeast to save your life, but seeing that the Jin State has enough strength to devour the Liao Song Dynasty, you want to do something." ”

"Talking to smart people is effortless. Hui Hong said with great satisfaction: "When I see you, I feel that God has not abandoned the Great Song Dynasty, Yang Zhi, we are the same kind, we still have the blood of the Han people in our veins, and we still remember that the Central Plains is our hometown." You are now an official in the Liao Kingdom, just in time to help me, unite with me, and destroy the Double Dragon Society. ”

Fortunately, the monk has reason, and he is not ready to destroy the Jin Kingdom by relying on two people who were frustrated in the Song Dynasty, and just wants to cut off the Double Dragon Society, the minions of the Jin Kingdom; Yang Zhi lowered his voice and said: "The Double Dragon Society is an institution secretly set up by the government of the Song and Jin Dynasties, do you think we have a chance?"

Hui Hong maintained enough vigilance, and secretly checked that there was no one inside and outside the courtyard, and said without reservation: "If you don't have a chance, you have to do it, yes, the identity of the monk's son of Zhao Shiju is not fake, if he is ambitious enough, return to the Central Plains to overthrow the faint monarch of Song Huizong, I definitely support him." It's a pity that the monk has no faith, and just wants to rely on the strength of the Jin State to be an emperor in the sixteen states of Yanyun, which is the most unfavorable situation for the Great Song Dynasty, and the final benefit is still the Jin State. ”

Yang Zhi couldn't help but look at Hui Hong with admiration, he could have such a vision and such a mind, no wonder Guo Tianxin would bring in foreign aid and fight Cai Jing to the death; if the monk can occupy the sixteen states of Yanyun, it is related to the emperor's throne, Song Huizong and his son will definitely not be at peace with the good monk, and the war is together, the identity of the good monk has become a very important part, after all, he is a person from Zhao Kuangyin's branch.

Since Zhao Kuangyi became the emperor, the legend of the sound of axes and candles has spread in the Great Song Dynasty. On the night of October 19 in the ninth year of Kaibao, Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty, was seriously ill, and Zhao Guangyi, the king of Zhaojin, was discussing, and someone saw the candle shadow in the palace shaking, as if Zhao Guangyi left his seat and retreated, and after a while, he heard the sound of the axe poking the ground and hitting the object. That night, Zhao Kuangyin died, and the Empress Song asked the eunuch Wang Jien to call Zhao Defang, the king of Qin, who knew that Zhao Kuangyi was already in the palace; Zhao Kuangyi then took over the throne and changed the Yuan Taiping to rejuvenate the country.

For more than 100 years, Zhao Kuangyin and his entourage do not know how many grievances and grievances there are, who knows how many people will form an alliance with a good monk when a good monk raises his arms;

(End of chapter)