“...... Master Guoshi, are you entertaining the old man......" Zhang Weng was speechless, he finally found out that the little national teacher was taking revenge on himself in the red fruit land.

I knew that this was the case, Zhang Weng would not take the task of the teacher if he was killed, and he thought that he was so powerful that he could keep the monk in half of the city with two pieces of mouth, but he didn't expect that the result was to bury his reputation for half of his life, and this business was a loss.

Thinking about it further, maybe the national teacher didn't have the idea of killing them all, and he had long been thinking about driving these monks out of Kyoto, and when he was worried about digging a pit for someone to jump in without a step, he stupidly crashed into the door, which was really asking for his own suffering.

There are pits everywhere, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, no wonder those old foxes in the division are reluctant to go down the mountain, I think they have long expected such trouble...... Zhang Weng deeply regretted that he had entered the wrong Dao Gate at the moment, and he had to put his Confucian saint away from doing it, so what did he have to cultivate?

It's really self-inflicted, and the folk vulgar saying is called.

The Buddha said: A charity and a reward have their own fixed number, a drink and a peck are all cause and effect, and evil will be rewarded with evil, and Bude will return the blessing.

The Tao said: Heaven and earth bear the burden, karma. There is no way for good and evil, only people call themselves, and the retribution of good and evil follows like a shadow.

The old monk in his childhood said: Words are like splashing water, it is difficult to collect the water, even if it can be taken back, it is dirty water, and if it splashes the wicked, it needs to be cut a few times.

The national teacher said: You deserve it, you brought it on yourself.

Zhang Weng said: I deserve it, I asked for it......

In the end, no matter how unhappy Zhang Weng was in his heart, he could only swallow the bitter fruit he brewed, took the hard work required by the national teacher, and left with a sad face.

Outside the gate of Qintianjian, in the face of those Qinqing students, Zhang Weng severely belittled the national teacher, telling everyone that the petition was very fruitful, and after the death of the Confucian students, the evil national teacher was forced to compromise, accepted the petition of the Confucian students, and withdrew the order to kill.

Then Zhang Weng was very excited to announce that the scholars had saved tens of thousands of monks in half of Kyoto, and they would be embroidered in the history books, and the elegant names of the Confucians who appeared tonight would surely spread and become famous through the ages.

Tens of thousands of words were then omitted.

In short, this trip to stop the butcher's knife, the credit is these students, from now on, the entire Buddhism in Qingguo will owe a great favor to the scholars, this life-saving grace will be remembered in the heart of every bald head in Qingguo, and Zhang Weng can only bury his fame and fortune deeply, silently carrying the black cauldron that offended the believers in the city.

It's finally over.

Tens of thousands of Lan shirts came with excitement, and returned with joy, and thousands of green lanterns drifted away in the snow leisurely, this intoxicating scene will be a beautiful scene allusion destined to be passed on to all generations.

Xiao Guoshi watched Wan Ru disperse on the stargazing platform, and he was in a good mood, although this kind of treatment was not perfect, but it could be regarded as a temporary solution to a big trouble.

The ordinary monks in that half of the city were indeed useless to kill, so they sold their favors to the Daomen, which not only solved the hidden danger of forcing the monks to a desperate way to rebel, but also involved the Daomen by the way, which is the best of both worlds, and the key is that you don't have to do the hard and dirty work in the middle.

And this kind of treatment, it can be regarded as an explanation to Fu Bo, the monk changed Fu Bo as a precept keeper, which can be regarded as loosening some of Fu Bo's shackles, and it can be regarded as worthy of Fu Bo's long-term companionship.

This Fu Bo has also been suppressed for too long, and recently Fu Bo has been a little rebellious and has a little insight into the national teacher, and tonight's trip to Zhang Weng can be regarded as helping the national teacher solve the more difficult problem of Fu Bo.

Looking at the background of Zhang Weng standing on crutches and walking slowly, the national teacher sighed lightly, this Zhang Weng is really a talent, he has a double cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism at a young age, and that's it, the key is that he is thick-skinned enough, but he can afford to lose, and the scoundrel has good intentions. It seems that this door ...... Be happy.

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The little national teacher was in a good mood because of Zhang Weng's trip, but Guan Ping on the side of the Shoufu Mansion was tortured to death.

The current sacrificial wine Yu Changsheng, Shi Shiran took tens of thousands of students to the Shoufu Mansion, Guan Ping waited early on the long street outside the mansion, and greeted this group of scholars who exuded Haoran righteousness from afar.

After an unusually complicated courtesy, Guan Ping hurriedly wanted to invite Yu Lao into the mansion to avoid the wind and snow.

It's a pity that this Yu Lao's purpose is different from Zhang Weng, he only wants to leave a name in history, he resolutely refuses to leave tens of thousands of scholars outside the street with snow on his shoulders and himself to enjoy the warmth in the mansion, he insists on standing on the street and discussing with the first assistant, and reasoning with this mediocre court.

Lord Yu has such a style, and Shoufu is embarrassed to mention the matter of entering the mansion again, so he can only stand in the ice and snow with this group of scholars.

I pity Shousuke-sama's old leg of rheumatism for several years......

At the beginning, Shousuke could still maintain a kind face and chat with the scholars, and after chatting for half an hour, Shousuke's twin strands began to tremble, his face turned blue, and he didn't want to speak anymore, just kept nodding his head mmmmmm

When he couldn't hold on anymore, Shousuke could only glance at the old steward who had followed him for many years with a murderous gaze.

The old steward was the first time to see nearly 10,000 scholars besieging the Shoufu Mansion, this spectacular scene was extremely rare, so he was a little distracted for a while, at this moment by the Shoufu Lord looked at it like this, the vest was drenched in a layer of cold sweat, and immediately turned around and went back to arrange various affairs such as seats and food, windshields and other affairs, the house had no inventory and went out to borrow, and if he couldn't borrow it, he smashed the door and robbed it, and even the city patrol guards were driven to help break into Beppu at night.

After tossing for a while, the street and alley outside the Shoufu Mansion were finally fenced off, and countless stools were set up on the street to warm the stove, tea, and food.

Shoufu broke his knee so that he could barely bend his legs and sit down on the stool, and then let out a long sigh, regretting very much that he had embarked on the path of studying in the sea of books, if he had been a soldier before, how good.

Scholars mislead the country, scholars mislead the country, mislead the country, mislead the country...... No matter what Yu Lao was saying, Guan Ping regarded it as the wind in his ears, and this sentence echoed repeatedly in his heart.

In the past, Guan Ping couldn't sleep well in the middle of the night and coughed steadily, and at least half of the official mansions in Kyoto would be lit up overnight, and the carriage would be prepared to serve Lord Shousuke and seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But tonight, these scholars ate two or three rounds of supper, and then made up nearly 10,000 righteous truths to present their love to Lord Shoufu, and there were no half officials in the streets and alleys of Shoufu, and these officials collectively shrank in the bed as turtles, just waiting to be calm as ashes, sighing that there are no loyal ministers in the court, and almost even the draft of the old man tomorrow has been prepared.