"Mr. Come on, thank you for your hard work in this acting. I'll toast you this glass of wine."
In the private room of Deyue Tower, Shang Zhengyu had already lost his original timid appearance and returned to his original control of everything. The Russians were also cheerful and refused Shang Zhengyu's wine. The atmosphere between the two had already entered the ** without any adjustment.
Shang Zhengyu naturally could not tell the Russians about his plan and real name. He still regarded himself as Huang Zixian, and said he was going to Yanjing to take refuge. As for whether the Russians believed it or not, they would be too lazy to care about him. Anyway, he was just playing such a play with the Russians. After getting money, the Russians were able to enter the city smoothly, and then they had no relationship.
The old Russian's alcohol tolerance was incomparable to Shang Zhengyu. After a while, he got 70% drunk. He started to chew his big tongue and said vaguely: "I know that compared to you masters, the old Russians are just a bed bug. If you can meet Master Huang to enjoy the food, that's also a blessing in life, and you burp!"
Seeing that Shang Zhengyu wanted to serve the wine glass again, this time the Russian suddenly raised his hand and pressed Shang Zhengyu's wine glass down!
Shang Zhengyu frowned because he saw a hint of clarity in the Russian's eyes.
"My Russian is a bed bug, but bed bugs also have the uses of bed bugs." Although the Russians were still a little confused, Shang Zhengyu could already hear what he meant.
Shang Zhengyu suddenly held the wine glass and relaxed his right hand. The wine glass immediately tilted in Lao Mao's hand, and the wine suddenly dispersed. Shang Zhengyu sneered unhappily and said, "This is not the original agreement. We agreed to act together and go to the city. I borrow your identity and you borrow my money. Why, now you regret it?"
"No, misunderstanding, the Russians didn't mean this." The evil aura that Shang Zhengyu instantly blew up the Russians' alcohol. He hurriedly laughed and couldn't help but reveal the incomplete mouthful of yellow teeth: "What Mao meant is that he wanted to ask if he could continue to do this with you?"
Shang Zhengyu's face did not ease at all, but instead became even colder. With a casual move, Yu Duo immediately flew out of his waist and slashed on the table with a sound, which scared the Russians subconsciously shrank their heads like turtles: "You can probably guess that my origin is not right. If you dare to talk to me like this, aren't you afraid that your head will fall off when the time comes?"
The Russian swallowed, but did not retreat immediately as Shang Zhengyu imagined. He was surprised but not panicked, as if he had known that Shang Zhengyu would say this.
The old Russian glanced at the Yu Duo inserted on the table and said with a flattering smile: "Old Russian I have been a person who has been in the world for decades. Although I have no ability, these tricks are still pretty good. From the first sight of you, I knew you were definitely not simple. Now I confessed. The reason I promised to help you before was to find a letter of fame to follow you. Why do you say that you are not familiar with Yanjing? You have to have a familiar person to help you out, right?
The Russians are not greedy either, they just need to give them some food."
Shang Zhengyu's heart moved slightly, but the Russian said that he was at a loss, but he still sneered on the surface: "What if I eat this food, I will lose my head?"
The old Russian bachelor spread his hands: "Anyway, after following you, the Russians have eaten all the good things that you have never eaten in your life. Even if you will die tomorrow, the Russians will not feel that they will lose."
Shang Zhengyu was amused by the words of the old Russian. He took back his jade snatch, as fast as lightning. The old Russian only felt a white light flashing in front of his eyes, and the sharp blade had disappeared from the table.
"If you are not afraid of death, just follow it, but if I realize that you have ill intentions, I will be the first to kill you." After that, Shang Zhengyu got up and left, leaving only a small piece of silver on the table.
If the Russian picks up the money, it has nothing to do with him anymore. If he ignores it, then he will use him, and it is not impossible.
The Russian followed without hesitation, and Yinzi did not glance at all. Shang Zhengyu's lips raised slightly, but the smile was covered by the tip, and the Russian didn't see it at all.
Dividing line
The Russians had no intention of actually going to invite Wang Mu and Chen Liuzi to dinner, but Shang Zhengyu gave him two taels of silver directly. Not only did he ask him to invite Wang Mu and Chen Liuzi, but he also asked him to call Liu Ke together. In his words, he never liked to break his promise and be fat.
The Russians left happily, and at this moment, Shang Zhengyu had already put on a night-mounted suit and quietly arrived near Prince An's mansion while the night was dark.
As expected by Shang Zhengyu, hundreds of guards have been sent openly and secretly near the An Palace. It is more appropriate to prevent An from escaping than to protect An. Moreover, Shang Zhengyu faintly found an extremely obscure aura in an inconspicuous corner of the An Palace under investigation by using the Xiaoyao Tianlan Sutra. Judging from the person's breathing, he was considered a powerful man in the power realm. Although he had not reached the peak, he was not far from the peak.
Although he could completely sneak into the An Prince's Mansion without knowing it, he didn't do anything, because his target tonight was not the An Prince's Mansion, but Ganlu Temple.
To be more precise, it is the seventh banyan tree in the backyard of Ganlu Temple.
Hongying once told Shang Zhengyu that as long as he put his goals and bounty into the cave of the seventh banyan tree, Budu Yuhun will take the order to kill people. In this way, it is very likely that Budu Yuhun is hidden in Ganlu Temple, and at least it has an ulterior motive to have an ulterior motive.
Budu Yuhun has always been like a gate knife hanging above Shang Zhengyu's head. Maybe it will fall down at any time. Shang Zhengyu usually has only one way to solve the unknown danger hidden in the dark, that is, to pick it to the open place first!
Ganlu Temple will arrive soon!
Shang Zhengyu knew about Ganlu Temple, but because
The famous monk Abbot Fu Chen, who was a famous monk at the time, once sat here, and then Gu Qingcheng lived in Ganlu Temple for a while after arriving in Yanjing. Shang Zhengyu did not pay attention to the news about Ganlu Temple again.
Although the urban area of ​​Yanjing is very large, Ganlu Temple is still a building with special significance in Yanjing City. It covers a large area, but its buildings are ancient, and it can even be traced back to the Qin Dynasty hundreds of years ago. Buddhism is an alien religion, and the Central Plains is a land that extreme exclusion of foreign religions. When Buddhism was just introduced to the Central Plains, it was built with great pressure to build the first Buddhist temple in the Central Plains. Therefore, for many Buddhist practitioners, Ganlu Temple is their pilgrimage site.
He couldn't say good about Shang Zhengyu, so he just observed closely outside the courtyard and didn't even dare to use the Xiaoyao Tianlan Sutra to inquire, for fear of disturbing the Budu Soul-Reigning People who might appear inside.
He kept squatting outside Ganlu Temple until the next day, but Shang Zhengyu showed nothing.
When the sky was dawn, Lang Lang's chanting began to spread in the temple, and then sporadic pilgrims began to visit Ganlu Temple. Although the proportion of people in Yanjing City was not large in Buddhism, there were still many in number. Shang Zhengyu sorted it out a little and mixed in the crowd and quietly entered Ganlu Temple.
The chanting of scriptures in the hall was still bright. When Shang Zhengyu saw no one paying attention, he flashed and walked around the backyard of Ganlu Temple through the side door. There was only an old monk here cleaning the fallen leaves. His white beard and chest were long and snow-white as white as willows. He was really a kind-eyed and capable monk.
Shang Zhengyu pretended not to care and bypassed the old monk, quietly glanced at the seventh banyan tree in the courtyard. This banyan tree was a little old, and the trunks almost needed to be hugged by two people. There was indeed a dark tree hole in the middle. Shang Zhengyu was not good enough to look inside because the old monk had cleaned the front yard and was turning around and coming back.
"Amitabha, if the donor wants to recite scriptures or pray for his family, he can go to the Main Hall ahead." The old monk saw Shang Zhengyu looking at him, clasped his hands and smiled with a kind smile.
Shang Zhengyu also folded his hands together and greeted him. He smiled and left the backyard, but just as Shang Zhengyu passed by the old monk, a strange thing suddenly flashed in his heart.
Chapter completed!