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Miles away from each other, far away, a tower pierces the sky.

The mountain color pagoda is open, for pilgrims to kneel and visit, only nine floors; above the nine floors, the tower door is locked, and ordinary people are not allowed to go up.

On the eighteenth floor of the tallest spire, the space is extremely narrow, supported by four stone pillars, and the wind is whistling, blowing a gray monk's robe.

There was an old monk sitting here.

The old monk was thin, his cheeks were shriveled, like a dried corpse, and he looked a little terrifying. But his hand on his lap kept moving, and he hung a circle of pale yellow beads -- one hundred and eight Buddha beads, and his fingers moved one by one.

Suddenly, if he felt something, his eyelids opened, and he couldn't help but have too much strength on his fingers, and suddenly cut off the silk thread on the Buddha beads, and the Buddha beads rolled down and scattered all over the ground, and some gurgles fell off the tower, and were blown away by the wind, but they didn't know where they fell.

There was a gleam in the old monk's eyes: "Kuzen has been sitting for eighteen years, is the person he is waiting for?"

He raised his face and looked at the blue sky, his face looking like crying and laughing, neither crying nor laughing. Suddenly, with a move, a grain of Buddha beads flew up, surrounded by the hand, exuding a circle of warm and moist brilliance, "hum" a moment, and connected into a pair of immaculate Buddha beads, one hundred and eight, one grain is not less: "Twenty years ago, the poor monk received the decree, waiting for a person who is destined for my Buddha here, and then crossing it into the empty door, you can avoid a catastrophe and save the people in the world......"

"Is that the man, really him, or, like the people before him, just an illusion?"

Thinking of this, my heart is inexplicably irritable.

This is a very rare fluctuation for him. Eighteen years of dry Zen, wind, frost, rain and snow, all eyes are empty, joys and sorrows, not stained Lingtai, how can you feel irritable?

However, according to the decree, this year is the last year. That person. It's bound to be there this year...... Shizi, August, Township Test, Carp Jumping Dragon Gate, everything is ready. Amitabha, this son, must be crossed......"

The wind blows the monk's robe, as if all the irritability that should not be blown away at once, and the ancient well is unwavering.

......

Assassin's House. Sitting north to south, the dragon is in the tiger's position. Looking down from the sky, it can be seen that this mansion covering a wide area is like a giant beast lying in Yangzhou City, with a big mouth, facing the place where the Jing River flows. This terrain is quite exquisite, and it has a reputation in Kanyu. It is called "Crouching Tiger Sucks Dragon Qi", and it continuously absorbs luck.

The main entrance of the mansion, two bronze nail doors, a row of white jade steps, and a stone lion with a mighty posture and flying mane on each side.

Two stone lions, grinning and roaring. It is extremely vivid, especially the eyes, which are inlaid with beautiful jade, which are crystal clear and bright, and at first glance, they seem to be alive.

They are not dead objects that adorn the façade, they have obviously been consecrated by the superior and become ritual weapons. It can put an end to the evil spirit.

On both sides of the Zhu Gate, eight sturdy soldiers stood on each side, holding spears in their hands, standing straight and not squinting.

The houses of the Thorn Mansion are continuous, the garden is extended, and there is a hall in the center. The cornices walk the wall, the intrigue, brilliant and solemn.

Now, Yuan Wenchang, the master of the assassin history, is talking to people. All the idle people are not allowed to enter, and can only wait outside the door, listening to orders, but those who dare to make noise will be beheaded.

The person Yuan Wenchang met with was Yangzhou Taishou Wang Yingzhi.

In the hall, Wang Yingzhi sat meticulously, pursed his lips, glanced at the man sitting on the Taishi chair out of the corner of his eye, and then lowered his eyelids - every time he was in front of the other party, he had an indescribable nervousness, a restraint from his heart.

Yuan Wenchang is fifty-three years old this year, burly and tall, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and a broad nose, a bush of beard, and no anger and self-authority. He sat there like a boulder, a boulder that was tough and had no emotional fluctuations. He was born in the army, fought fiercely with the grassland iron cavalry in the Liangzhou frontier for many years, repeatedly made military achievements, and was worshiped as a general after returning triumphantly, and then went to Yangzhou to serve as a thorn in the history, which has been a full ten years ago.

The imperial court has rules and regulations, and the feudal officials are assessed every three years, and they are changed every ten years, or they are promoted to temples, or they are transferred to other states and counties as assassins.

This move was to prevent the formation of local separatism, and if the emperor made great efforts, the feudal officials might be transferred within two or three years, but not really ten years.

There was no wind in the hall, the breath was depressing, Wang Yingzhi sitting, quite like sitting on pins and needles, and sweat dripping quietly on his back.

Yuan Wenchang suddenly spoke: "You should know that you still have to cultivate your qi." ”

Wang Yingzhi replied respectfully: "In front of adults, I am so angry, but I can't support it." ”

Yuan Wenchang laughed: "You should know, are you a sycophant?"

Wang Yingzhi hurriedly said: "Heartfelt words, don't dare to exaggerate." ”

Yuan Wenchang was noncommittal, and suddenly picked up a file from the table and threw it on the ground: "What is the purpose of you presenting this file to me?"

When Wang Yingzhi saw the cover of the file, he immediately knew that this was an investigation report on Chen Daoyuan, a scholar from Jing County, and he quickly thought about what the adult meant, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't guess and understand. As the saying goes, "a companion is like a tiger", although Yuan Wenchang is not a king, he is more fierce and unpredictable than a tiger. In recent years, he has seen too many heads fall to the ground, and he has seen too much blood.

Those people did not die entirely because of disobedience, but many of them were punished unbearably because they had figured out the wrong meaning and done the wrong thing.

As a soldier, Yuan Wenchang was decisive in killing, strict in his rule, and very clear in discipline.

Wang Yingzhi could be said to be loyal to presenting the file to Yuan Wenchang, but on the other hand, how could he not have the intention of playing with the relationship between the father and son of the Yuan family? Although he could not dare to think about it, the question was whether Yuan Wenchang would think so?

No matter what, Yuan Geshu is the beloved son of Yuan Wenchang, and his martial arts are excellent, as long as there are no accidents, he must be the best candidate to inherit the foundation of the Yuan family.

Wang Yingzhi took a breath, got up and replied: "My lord, as a guard, he presides over civil affairs and shares worries for adults. The affairs of the state should be submitted to the adults for their consideration and then decided. ”

Yuan Wenchang nodded slightly: "Okay, you did a good job." ”

Hearing this, Wang Yingzhi was relieved, but Yuan Wenchang's next sentence gave him a headache again:

"Then do you think that the Zhengyang Daoist pays attention to this son, does he want to recruit for Ge Shu? I am a little puzzled, how can he make Ge Shu so optimistic?"

As the beloved son of the assassin history, he was born in Zhumen, has a high vision, and ordinary people are not eye-catching at all.

This question must be answered, and if it is vague, it is a remiss of duty. Because Wang Ying knew that this Taishou was doing this, not only to be responsible for civil affairs, but also to provide advice and opinions, after thinking about it, he replied: "According to the investigation, Chen Daoyuan is quite talented, and his poems and articles are all meritorious. Perhaps the major general appreciated it because of this, and it can be seen that Egami asked for his name. ”

Yuan Wenchang stroked his beard: "'There will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds and sails will be in the sea', this son is very open-minded, I don't know if he is a talent on his lips, or if he has real skills." ”

Although it is said that "poetry and words", there is a long gap between what you want to get and what you can do, and what you can do and do well are the same thing.

Yuan Wenchang read a lot of people, how can he not understand this truth? The proverb often says: "If you show off your talents, you will not succeed in three years." It is said that those who read books think that they have good words and are impassioned, but when they really start to do things, their eyes are wide open, and they don't know where to start.

Talking about the country is misleading, nothing more than that.

Wang Yingzhi said with a smile: "Whether it is a mule or a horse, we will know in the future." ”

"That's it, don't talk about him anymore, and I'll be a scholar. I have been serving as the assassin of Yangzhou for 10 years, and as a rule, I should go to Beijing this year to report on my work, and then accept the dispatch, you say, how should I deal with it?"

When Wang Yingzhi heard this, he had an even more headache, this question was a hundred times more difficult to answer than Chen Daoyuan's matter.

......

Qin Yushu also felt a headache, he and a few good friends of the scholars, all the way, finally arrived in Yangzhou.

After a tiring journey, he was half tired to death, and was arranged to stay at the Longmen Inn, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Chen Sanlang who was eating and drinking.

After experiencing the Nanyang River Dragon Boat Festival Poetry Meeting, Qin Yushu has deeply realized the truth that as long as he meets Chen Sanlang, there will be no good thing. If it weren't for the fact that the accommodation was arranged by the state and county, it would be difficult to rent a place outside without permission, and he would have the heart to turn around and leave.

Looking at Qin Yushu hiding upstairs like a ghost, Chen Sanlang felt funny: in fact, he didn't care much about the grievances and contradictions between the two in the past. Qin Yushu is proud and small-spirited, not suitable to be a friend, ignoring him is not to the point of shouting and killing. At the poetry meeting that night, he was able to admit defeat, and he was finally a little responsible.

Chen Sanlang's mouth was furious, and suddenly his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. He was seeing the old monk in the mountain tower walking in through the door of the inn, fluttering.

"Wouldn't you, you're chasing here?"

The old monk smiled, Shi Shiran came to Chen Sanlang's side, and said: "This donor, we met again, and we all said that you are destined for my Buddha." ”

Chen Sanlang jumped up and snorted: "The master is so shameless when he speaks, you find the door yourself, what does it have to do with fate?"

"Amitabha, the Buddha said: This is why there is, this is there, this is there, and one qiē all arises from karma. The poor monk came to you because you were waiting for me to come, and that's it. ”

Chen Sanlang's head was full of black lines: Is it really okay to talk like this? He came uninvited, but said that people were waiting for him to come, and the so-called robber logic was more evasive than this Buddhist principle.

"No matter who comes and who goes, anyway, it is impossible for me to escape into the empty door with you, eat fasting and recite Buddha, I can't hide it, there is a delicate lady in Chen's family waiting for me to go back and stay for the rest of my life. ”

The old monk didn't care: "Color is empty, the donor is in the picture, why don't you let the old monk guide you to the maze and let you wake up?"

As he spoke, he pointed to Chen Sanlang Yintang.

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