Yinyu frowned slightly and was silent.

Hui Ming continued: "As for the secret letter, Princess Chunyu has already been burned, and it may not be easy to find evidence of the prince's fornication with Qingtian Pavilion. ”

Yinxi's eyebrows furrowed even tighter: "That's no way?"

Hui Ming looked around and saw that there was no one else, so he immediately said in a low voice: "For today's plan, there is only one way to go!"

Yinxi's eyebrows raised: "What way?"

Hui Ming stretched out his right palm and slashed in the air.

Yin Yu was so frightened that his body trembled, and he waved his hand again and again: "Assassinating the prince is a serious crime! Once it is not successful, the Nine Clans will be destroyed! The master should think twice!"

Hui Ming shook his head slightly: "The prince is greedy and stupid, and indecisive, it makes no sense to kill him or not." ”

Yin Xi glanced up at Hui Ming: "What does the master mean..."

Hui Ming said softly: "To bring down the crown prince, you must first bring down Sibeile." Although Sibeile is old-fashioned, he is rigorous and resolute, especially after the trip to Jiangnan, he has won the sacred heart. The crown prince was already in decline, and if he killed Sibeile, the prince would definitely feel trapped internally and externally, and his actions would inevitably be biased. At that time, the eighth master seized the prince's mistake and secretly ordered the courtiers to jointly impeach the prince. I believe that the future position of the prince will be none other than the eighth master. What does the eighth master think?"

A smile just appeared on Yinxi's face, and then he shook his head slightly: "This matter is absolutely inappropriate." The fourth child is surrounded by a cloud of masters, and it may not be easy to kill him. ”

Huiming smiled slightly: "The poor monk has already prepared for this matter, so the eighth master doesn't have to worry." If you hesitate like this again, then the eighth master will regret it too late in the future!"

Yin Yu pondered for a long time and said, "Master, do you know that you may not go back when you go?"

The smile on Huiming's face gradually dissipated: "The poor monk is a disciple of Buddhism, and he has already seen through the six realms of reincarnation. If a poor monk is captured, he will be punished when he is caught. The eighth master just cares about Wang'an. ”

Yinxi's eyelids suddenly raised, and he stared at Huiming with both eyes and asked, "The master and I only have a few faces, and we have no deep friendship. Why is the master willing to risk such a murderous disaster to fulfill me?"

Huiming's face showed compassion, and he folded his hands and said: "The little monk is a monk in Weiyun Temple at the foot of Foshan. Before the master died, he ordered me to magnify Weiyun Temple. I was entrusted by my master on his deathbed to vow to rebuild the temple of Weiyun Temple, reshape the golden body, and make Weiyun Temple a famous treasure temple in the Qing Dynasty. If the poor monk can do this, I hope that the eighth master can do it. As he spoke, his eyes remained motionless and he stared at Yinxi.

Yinxi understood what Huiming meant, and he also looked at Huiming intently. After a long time, Yinxi shouted outside the door: "Anjishun!"

"The slave is here!" With the words, a man of about thirty quietly pushed the door and walked into the propaganda hall, bowed down and said, "What do you have to say?"

Yin Yu said lightly: "When I went to the inner room, I said that I wanted to pay 10,000 taels of silver tickets." ”

An Jishun's face changed greatly: "Ten thousand taels? I'm afraid Dafujin doesn't agree!"

Yinxi's face was gloomy: "Just say that I have an urgent need, let her be sure to give it to me." Go quickly!"

Anjishun hit a thousand: "Huh." Then he bowed down and stepped out the door.

After a long while, Anji walked into the propaganda hall again with a wooden box in his hand: "If you go back to the master, the 10,000 taels of silver tickets you want are here." ”

Yin Yu glanced at An Jishun and nodded: "Put it on the case, step down!"

Anji respectfully placed the wooden box on the table, and then exited the door.

Yin Yu pointed to the wooden box on the case, and said softly: "Master, this silver is not a tribute, it is a deposit." If the master is really able to do this, the matter of rebuilding Weiyun Temple will be covered by me. ”

Hui Ming smiled slightly: "The eighth master is gracious, and the poor monk is grateful." However, the poor monk still has one more thing to ask for, and he also asks the eighth master to fulfill it. ”

Yin Yu was stunned for a moment, and then immediately returned to his original state: "If the master has something to say, please speak directly to your face." ”

Huiming took out a silk silk from his arms, and then said to Yinxi: "The poor monk wants to borrow pen and ink to use." “

Yinxi nodded.

Huiming walked to a bookcase next to him, picked up a wolf hair, dipped it in pen and ink, and then brushed it on the silk and began to write.

It didn't take a lot of effort for Huiming to finish writing. He put the wolf away, and then slowly walked in front of Yinxi, and respectfully presented it to Yinxi.

Yinxi took it over and took a closer look, and found that there was a line of small characters written on the silk. Although the font is small, it is vigorous and vigorous, and the pen is vigorous: Wei Yunbao Temple, with a long history, the Buddha is widely spread, and it has benefited a lot. However, it fell into disrepair and the house withered. Today's eighth son Yinxi, who really doesn't want to see the Buddha door falling, is willing to donate 10,000 taels of silver in order to rebuild the temple and reshape the golden body.

Yin Yu looked at it and looked at Huiming with some blankness: "What does this mean, master?"

Huiming folded his hands, bowed down and said, "Amitabha, good, good." Eighth Master, your 10,000 taels of silver is indeed a lot, but it is still a drop in the bucket for Weiyun Temple. If the repair of Weiyun Temple is all up to the eighth master, I am afraid that the amount will be too large. Not only can you not afford it, I'm afraid Dafujin won't agree either. The meaning of the poor monk is to pass on the good deeds of the eight masters, ten thousand taels, by the poor monks. First, it shows the Buddha heart of the eighth master, and once the saint knows about it today, he will be happy with the sacred heart. Second, in the area of Foshan, it is the squire of Guangdong Province who must follow suit, and the rebuilding of Weiyun Temple will be able to be completed overnight. ”

Yinxi's face showed joy: "The master is really far-sighted and wise. ”

Hui Ming's words changed: "It's just..."

Yin Xi heard the words: "Just what?"

Hui Ming frowned: "I just need your treasure appreciation." ”

Yinxi's brows also furrowed slightly.

Huiming saw Yinxi's concerns: "The so-called empty words have no evidence, and the words are the basis." Without the eighth master's treasure, what I wrote is just a piece of waste cloth. ”

Yinxi hesitated again and again, and finally nodded. He took out the seal he had carried with him from his bosom and stamped it heavily on the silk.

A sinister smile appeared on Hui Ming's face.

On November 28, an astonishing news came out of the capital. A Zen master named Huiming failed to assassinate the four Belle Yinzhen and was deprived of his feet. Sibeile Yinzhen found out the treasure of the eighth master Yinzhen from his body and presented it to the current emperor Kangxi.

Kangxi was furious when he heard this, and ordered Shun Tianfu and the Criminal Department to try Huiming's case together. After nearly half a month of interrogation, Huiming was beaten and fainted several times. But he never said a word, didn't say a word.

In the end, Kangxi issued an edict, and the eighth master Yinxi was punished for half a year, and he thought about it behind closed doors. Huiming and Princess Dandan were about to commit a crime on the thirtieth day of the lunar month, on Chinese New Year's Eve, on a big business trip, and ten thousand times later.

When the news broke, the whole city was in an uproar.

Located in a house in Yanjiao, people here are busy packing their bags and preparing to move south.