Emperor Daojun originally wanted to transfer troops to the northwest line to cooperate with the Jurchens to attack the Khitan, but after listening to the secret report of Zhao Liangsi and the Twelve Detectives of Seti, he divided more than half of the soldiers originally sent to the northwest to the northeast line, and then pulled out the remaining half and went south to Hangzhou City.

Zhu Mian received a secret decree from Emperor Daojun, and the Manichaean thief leader Fang Thirteen had escaped into the Hangzhou Mansion, and it was advisable to encircle and suppress it as soon as possible. This is a big problem, this Fang Thirteen is proficient in disguise techniques, has a hundred faces, and changes his face every time he goes to a city, where to get him?

Another thorny problem is that Si Tianjian has observed that strong winds will make landfall on the southeast coast in the near future, and the Liangzhejiang Road must also do a good job in disaster prevention and relief.

These two items are listed at the top of the Jun's order, and the capture of the sword thief seems to be less important.

The soldiers surrounded the city of Hangzhou layer by layer, and only Zhu Mian knew how to transfer and distribute. Having said that, the sword thief tickled Zhu Mian's heart, and seeing that the thief leader was no longer in trouble, he suddenly stabbed out a group of thieves.

The battle was thrilling, and the nine thieves worked together to disrupt the West Lake, and the lightning and thunder were mixed with wind and rain, and they forcibly escaped from the hundred and ten sword cultivators and more than a thousand soldiers.

Their cultivation seemed to be innate and cooperative, and the combined blow was extremely powerful. Obviously, they are all seventh-rank sword cultivators, but when they get together, they seem to have the strength of nine-rank.

In any case, the grass must be eradicated, and take this opportunity to cut off this high-level sword thief.

Ming Pao was accurate, the nine thieves were trapped in Tianmu Mountain, and Zhu Mian signed a card and sent troops to surround Tianmu Mountain.

At present, the sword cultivation that can be used in Hangzhou, except for the thirty-one swordsmen in the Royal Sword Academy, Wu Shenjun, and Zong Song, there are no other masters available, which is the reason why Zhu Mian did not do it for a long time.

Zhizhou Zhang Chongze also thought of this problem, sighed and said: "Tianmu Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, with steep slopes and valleys, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is not easy to occupy a high place to wait for work. Besides, the thieves are all masters, and the winner will be determined in the blink of an eye, even if it is a siege of the mountain, it is really not easy to do, and when they run out of food and can't support it, the gale should come. Do you want to do anything else?"

The previous remarks are also clichés, Zhu Mian is not very interested, but he is extremely interested in the latter sentence "do not do other things". What do you do, and what does this Zhizhou know? What he received was a secret order.

Zhu Mian pretended to take a sip of tea, and asked according to Zhang Chongze's words: "Isn't our task now to catch the sword thief, there is nothing more important than this errand." ”

Zhang Chong blurted out: "These days are cloudy and sunny, the position of the sun is not correct, I am afraid that strong winds will not come, it is better to do a foolproof strategy." ”

Zhu Mian put down the teacup, glanced at the people lined up on both sides, and asked, "Which of us still has the ability to take the lead?" Anyway, I can't do it, I'm old and decrepit, and I can't stand the toss. I don't know where to go?"

Uncle Zong heard something about it, and thought to himself, this old man was afraid that he wanted to escape, and Gu Dull would not come back.

After a while, Gui Zhuang said slowly: "If the lord wants to send me, I will continue to go." He said half a sentence and pushed it back to Zhu Mian.

Zhu Mian pursed his lips and said casually: "I have to go and collect some novelties to send to the saint, and I may not go to attack the mountain this time." I think it's the most suitable for you to be in the prime of life, and the more you fight, the more courageous you are, you still take the lead. ”

Gui Zhuang sighed and did not say anything more.

Zhu Mian continued: "I think this Wu joined the army, he is young and promising, and his sword speed is also fast, so you can lead it together." ”

Wu Hanling thanked him, and reported again: "Can you approve a person to go with us?"

"Who?"

"Hangzhou Lingyin Temple presided, a monk. Wu Hanling said softly.

Zhang Chongze also guessed this person, he didn't expect Wu Hanling's handwriting to get bigger and bigger, and it became more and more mellow, and he could take the position in time.

Zhu Mian said with a smile: "I have heard that this person is the apprentice of the monk Xiong Abbot of the Great Xiangguo Temple in Tokyo, and he practices the five methods of the Bhikshu Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty Methods. This master eats fasting and recites Buddha every day, is he willing to go down the mountain and wade into troubled waters?"

Wu Hanling arched his hand and said: "Because of this, I want adults to go out of the mountain." This presiding monk likes to turn into a relationship, and what he turns into is not something else, but a sword. As long as it is a good sword, he wants to transform. ”

"How?"

"Reciting the scriptures surpasses the soul of the dead, communicates and dialogues with the sword soul, and can be self-satisfied. ”

When Song Wu heard this, he was overjoyed and said, "In this way, wouldn't it be able to revive the sword soul?"

Wu Hanling nodded, "Logically speaking, this is indeed the case. ”

"Then our Gu Dull will be saved, Senior Brother!" Song Wu looked at Young Uncle Zong happily, but found that Young Uncle Zong did not have a look of joy. Uncle Zong felt that things were not so simple, and the dull soul of Gu was not something that ordinary sword cultivators could evoke and seal, but he still looked at Zhu Mian slowly and said, "There is Lord Lao." ”

"Good. Zhu Mian waved his hand, and the matter was settled. At that moment, he went to visit Lingyin Temple alone.

He was also a scribe, understood the pure rules of Buddhism, and waited at the foot of the mountain with his name.

The little monk hurriedly came and said, "Master, please." ”

Zhu Mian smiled and understood, followed behind the little monk, folded five hundred and eight stone steps, and finally went up to the mountain, and the three big characters of Lingyin Temple came into view.

The font is powerful and powerful, and the vicissitudes of life are delicate, Zhu Mian looked at it carefully for a while, and said slowly: "It must be the handwriting of Qian Biao, the king of Wuyue." ”

Hearing this sound in the door, a long-haired monk with kind eyebrows and pleasing eyes came out of laughter, with inch hair, more than fifty years old, if he wasn't wearing a robe, Zhu Mian really couldn't believe that he was the host.

This person is the monk of Huayuan.

Monk Huayuan smiled: "Lord Zhu has good eyesight and fiery eyes. ”

Zhu Mian said with a smile: "I have hosted the award, but I am not shallow in knowledge, and I am a little familiar with pen and ink." ”

"I'm not talking about literacy, I'm talking about literacy. ”

Zhu Mian was stunned for a moment, feeling that this monk was not simple, and seemed to see through his thoughts, but he had some magical powers, and hurriedly waved his hand and smiled: "Where is it, the host is too famous." ”

The monk took Zhu Mian into the main hall, and the golden light in the hall offered the Buddha, and Zhu Mian put on three incense sticks.

Monk Huayuan was straightforward and said, "Since Lord Zhu invited me to go down the mountain, I must have understood the rules." I've been watching your sword for a long time, and if I'm not mistaken, this sword should be the Longyuan Sword. ”

"Exactly. Zhu Mian arched his hand.

Huayuan smiled: "Then untie it down and give it to me, don't hide it." ”

Zhu Mian was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, this monk is quick to talk on the surface, but in fact, he is crazy and a little rude, so it is better to take the opportunity to test it to see what he is capable of, so he hurriedly untied the sword and handed his right hand horizontally to Huayuan's hand.

Seeing that the incense burner burned more quickly, Zhu Mian dispatched the sword qi and forced it from the sword to Huayuan. Hua Yuan smiled slightly, took the sword gently, and stopped the surging sword qi with a push of his hand, Zhu Mian shook his head and withdrew his hand.

"One knock on the head of the head to listen to the word, the second knock for the word of me. Hua Yuan said, "Da Da" knocked on the Long Yuan sword twice, he was waiting for the sword soul to speak with his own mind.

"Who is calling me, is it the master?" asked the Long Yuan Sword Soul in a secret voice.

"It's me. "Turning the fate of the heart.

"Master, I am the Longyuan Sword, do you want to know my past?"

"Hmm. ”

"I was a dragon in the Anle Creek of Qi Kingdom, and I accidentally ran aground and died of thirst at the water's edge. The keel was scattered, and the remaining dragon veins were fixed in Anle Creek. The grandson of the god of war found the dragon vein and cast me...... To the Tang Dynasty Tianbaozai, he was worn by the sword saint Du Zhuowu...... So far, I have admired Zhu Mian, this guy is very hateful, unclean, hanging me in the room, I have seen his sex for a long time, and the stench is incomparable——"

"Oh" The monk knocked on the sword, stopped talking to him, hid his face and looked at Zhu Mian with a smile, and Zhu Mian didn't know anything about it.