The stream is watery, and when the morning light pours down, the water is sparkling and clear, winding eastward, and occasionally the blood-red color floats over the water, which is very light. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The wooden bridge over the creek creaked and a series of footsteps struck, and the crowd rushed towards the town ahead.

Located in one of the two towns at the foot of Shaomuro Mountain, Ebony Town has lost its usual cleanliness, and the residents on the roads outside the town and the streets in the town probably dare not stay outside, and there are many more Jianghu people gathering here than usual. Most people didn't understand what was happening, and when it was dawn, the early risers in the family panicked when they saw the blood-stained people being carried to the town's infirmary one by one.

In just one morning, the whole town was in a state of panic.

Soon after, the small merchants and vendors who had to go to the streets to beg for a living saw a group of monks walking into the town, but the masters who had been kind and kind in the past had solemn faces, with a faint sense of anger, just like the angry King Kong statue they had seen in the temple.

In one of the largest courtyards in the town, when the little guy who greeted the door saw more than a dozen monks walking over, he hurriedly stepped forward to welcome them into the courtyard, "Masters, my master and several heroes on the rivers and lakes are waiting." ”

"Donor, you're polite, the poor monks and others will go over. The old monk with a Zen staff responded politely and strode towards the living room.

The owner of this house is named Zhao Wenbing in the rivers and lakes of the Northland, there are some forces in this area, all the kung fu is on a pen, at this time sitting in the first place and talking to a person on the right side of the tea and talking, that person is younger than the other party, but he is a bearded man, about thirty, sitting there like a hill with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, the upper body is only covered with a little leather armor, and a majestic knife is placed at a distance that can be hooked by one hand.

The old monk who came in recognized this person, it was Hao Laiman, a golden tiger who swooped the ground, he was a lone ranger, but he was an executioner with many evil deeds, and when he was murderous, he did not distinguish between innocent people under the knife.

“.... The first master of the Dharma Academy is here!" When a person on the left couldn't interject, he saw the figure walking in the hall, and hurriedly got up and handed over.

The old monk put down his Zen staff and folded his hands towards several gangsters present: "The poor monk has seen you. ”

The figure on the left side of the line of sight, with a thin face, and his hands clenched into fists were as strong and powerful as eagle claws, that is, he knew that it was the person from the Flying Eagle Gate, and nodded modestly.

The other seven or eight people sitting on both sides, maybe he doesn't often walk in the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't know the name, but if he can sit here, there must be some real martial arts.

"Master, please sit down!" Zhao Wenbing got up and clenched his fists, and ordered the servant: "Give the first seat of the Shaolin Dharma Academy to see the tea!"

On the right side, Hao Laiman, a big man in the shape of a biao, snorted coldly and turned his head to the side, as if he had suffered a loss in the hands of the other party, and there was a lot of dislike on his face.

The old monk Zhixin didn't care and sat down on the wooden chair nearby, waited for the tea cup to be placed on the table, and looked at the middle-aged scribe in the first place with his hands folded again: "Dare to ask Master Zhao, can Li Wenshu and the other three be here?"

Zhao Wenbing asked casually: "The three of them have already gone to encircle and suppress the demon sect first, and Brother Hao and I are studying the next countermeasures." Why does Master Zhixin value Li Shaoxia so much?"

On the seat, the old monk bowed eleven times, smiled modestly, and his voice passed through.

"This son is enthusiastic, but it makes the poor monk admire, there is a hatred of breaking the family and destroying the door, and he can also fight against the Jurchen foreign clan with the enemy, but he is a good man with clear grievances, so he has asked many times, Zhao Shizhu should not care. ”

The two of them talked, and most of the rest of the people in the rivers and lakes nodded their heads at the actions shown by this Shaolin monk, although everyone was a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, and they were not informal, but the tone and attitude of the other party were enough to give face, and they were naturally very satisfied with this old monk. After all, everyone came here, one is for the death of the previous Zhikong master, and the other is for the theft of Bodhidharma's body, and now everyone's interests are the same, after all, the spiritual objects that can repair any injury, everyone also has their own thoughts in their hearts, and as a result, they naturally don't want unpleasant things to happen at the moment.

The hall then began to discuss the arrangement of how to encircle and suppress the Sun and Moon God Sect, and suddenly there was a panicked footstep in the courtyard, basically all of them had martial arts, and the subtle movements were difficult to escape their ears, and the person who broke in outside the door was a servant of Zhao Wenbing's family, and he was interrupted on the way to the discussion, and there was naturally a look of displeasure on the face of the master's family, "What's the matter in a panic." ”

The servants who came in had a bitter face, and when they saw these gangsters looking at them with displeasure one by one, they trembled and told what they had discovered.

"When the small one was cleaning the courtyard, he found that the house of Jin Daxia and his wife had been open for a long time, and then when the small one turned around, it was still open, so he looked at it suspiciously, and found that....discovery....the grandson... That big lady, she... She died inside the house. ”

"What?"

“... The little one didn't dare to lie, it's true...."The servant saw that his master's face changed drastically, and he knelt on the ground in fright, "and...Jin Daxia was nowhere to be seen, only the silk mask he had worn was discarded on the table....."

Zhao Wenbing frowned suddenly, "You saw it with your own eyes, can you be sure?"

"The little one didn't dare to lie in front of the heroes. ”

The old monk on the side closed his eyes and opened them, and said in a soft voice: "Master Zhao might as well send someone over to take a look, this little donor should have no reason to deceive." ”

"Hmm!" the figure on the first head flicked his beard, and then a henchman beside him quietly left the hall and walked towards the backyard.

What happened abruptly cooled down the enthusiasm of the original discussion, and after the next person left, everyone looked at each other in the hall, their expressions were gloomy, and the people from the Flying Eagle Gate saw that they were a little cold, and the corners of their mouths hooked up a sneer, and they were going to open their mouths to guide, "As far as Liao knows, this Jin Poison and his wife were originally working under the command of Dongchang, and then they defected again for some reason, but recently they ran to Brother Zhao's mansion..."

As soon as the words fell, the figure in the first place had slowly stood up, Zhao Wenbing patted the armrest, 'hehe' laughed dryly, "Brother Liao doesn't know, this gold poison is not fake to do things under the eunuchs of Dongchang, but he can't see the other party's vicious style, that is, he took some criminal evidence from Dongchang and voted for the right minister, but he was also injured and ruined by the eunuch of Dongchang, a few days ago, when today's son died, the right minister was also abolished, and those pieces of evidence were probably searched by the lackeys of Dongchang....."

In the words, it can be seen that most of the people in the rivers and lakes do not have much respect for the imperial court. He took two steps and explained to everyone present: "....The right prime minister's mansion was wiped out, he escaped with the princess and the grandmother of Gongsun, and hid everywhere, fortunately he got acquainted with Zhao, and found that he was quite powerful in martial arts, and hated the eunuchs of Dongchang to the core, just last night his wife quietly revealed a news with me. ”

"What is it?" below, almost everyone was attracted by his words.

That Zhao Wenbing first smiled, and then became angry, his fist clenched in the air, "It turns out that the imperial court was going to make friends with the Jurchens a year ago, but as a result, the envoy's team was robbed halfway, and the eunuchs of the Dongchang were provoking in it, and finally the Jurchens went south to the Wu Dynasty." ”

"....these hawk dogs...."

"When Lao Tzu saw them fighting against gold, he thought it was a group of men...."

"..... so many people died, it turned out that they were playing ghosts. ”

In the hall, most of them were fierce and ruthless, so hearing these words, they were filled with righteous indignation, shouting in their mouths to wait to kill the woman of the Sun and Moon God Sect, and then kill the commander of Dongchang, for such a shout, Hao Laiman, who was sitting there, sneered, "A group of rabble, screaming fierce, if you really want to do it, it is a rebellion!"

As soon as he spoke, everyone seemed to be choked by the throat and couldn't speak........

The hour slowly passed noon, and most of the people stayed in Zhao Mansion for a meal, only the Shaolin Temple and his party said goodbye and left.

After leaving the courtyard for a while, a few feet away from an inn, the figure at the entrance of the alley next to him stumbled out and crashed into the Zhixin monk of the Dharma Academy.

"Amitabha-" The old monk shouted a Buddha call to the departing figure and entered the inn.

In the sleeve of the wide monk's robe, a crumpled note was pinched in the palm of his hand.

.....

Not far away, at the stall diagonally opposite the inn, the hawkers drank their voices, and stared at the monks who entered the inn, intentionally or unintentionally, and soon after, a carrier pigeon flew away from the town.

In the light of the scorching sun, he crossed the trajectory and flew towards the official road from west to east, in the hands of a group of men and horses who came this way on the way.

PS: I went to pick up my son today to get vaccinated, and I was delayed for some time, so there is only one shift today. Then tomorrow, the spring breeze feels stormy, from morning to twelve o'clock in the evening, as much as you can write.