Miaofeng finally left.

When Yang Zhan returned to Fuhu Temple in despair, it was already time to light the lamp. The two injured people woke up and looked at Yang Zhan in fear, not knowing what would happen to them.

Guanzhi's fat body was busy under the lamp. In order to save the two of them from the King of Hell, his energy was damaged a lot today. Compared with Miaofeng, Guanzhi was certainly much easier to talk to.

It was too easy for Yang Zhan to put this troublesome matter on his head. He twirled his beard and muttered: "Feng Shuangli, Di Sanpin, the sins you two have committed in this life will never be redeemed by death. If Master Abbot is willing

If you are left to be a bell-ringing monk, you can save your life."

The two great Western generals who had once been rampant for a time begged the abbot in tears.

Guanzhi naturally understood Yang Zhan's intention, turned his back, and recited: "Amitabha, God has the virtue of a good life", and he agreed.

At night, Guanzhi came to the guest room where Yang Zhan lived and complained: "The Lord of Shu has gone through so many disasters, why can't he change his meddling in other people's business? The Western Army harmed the Shu territory and deserved to be punished by heaven. In the end, the brothers were in love with each other.

It is natural for them to end up disabled. Whether they die or surrender to Wu Sangui has nothing to do with you or me. Why bother to cause trouble right under your nose?"

Yang Zhan deliberately teased him: "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You saved two more people today, and you will surpass Monk Miaofeng in a short time."

Guanzhi said: "These two people are too immoral. I am afraid that one day they will cause disaster. When the time comes, don't blame me for not warning you!"

Yang Zhan remembered Miaofeng's instructions and said: "As long as you stop them from going to Zhongfeng Temple, if they ring the bell, what trouble will they cause?"

A month later, Feng Shuangli and Di Sanpin's injuries were healed. As the saying goes, "The scars are healed and the pain is forgotten." How could they be willing to be monks with drums and bells in the evening? In addition, the two of them had a previous relationship, and they did not dare to fight against the tiger.

The temple was being liquidated, so they secretly made an appointment to sneak out, and one day they would meet again in the world to settle this bad debt.

Fuhu Temple has many rules and regulations, and there are strict regulations on what to do at any time every day. The monks concentrated on their own affairs, so naturally no one monitored the two people who were recovering from their injuries.

Feng Shuangli and Di Sanpin mingled separately among the people going up and down the mountain, and disappeared into Shushan and Shushui.

Guanzhi sent a few monks to search near Zhongfeng Temple for more than ten days, but found no trace of the two men, so he dropped the matter.

Di Sanpinshang had a dream of promotion and fortune, so he went to Chengdu to ask for an audience with the governor.

Governor Li Guoying was worried that he had no tangible political achievements to report to the Qing Emperor. The two hit it off and decided on a treacherous plan to capture Feng Shuangli, King of Daxi Qingyang.

Feng Shuangli left Fuhu Temple to go to Chengdu to take out the gold and silver treasures and reunite the scattered Great Western Army. He was a die-hard follower of Lao Longzai Zhang Xianzhong, and his affection for the Great Western Army was no less than that of Sun Kewang, Li Dingguo and Liu Wenxiu.

At first, he cooperated with Sun Kewang to hide the treasure in Xinxiang Temple. Now, only he can find the treasure.

Di Sanpin was naturally unaware of this. He only thought that Feng Shuangli would not let him go. He would gain advantage by attacking first, and suffer disaster by attacking later. Since leaving Mount Emei, he had known Feng Shuangli's whereabouts like the back of his hand.

The most unlucky person was Monk Cidu. The vegetable seedlings that he had finally planted in the ground two days ago were destroyed in a bloody fight overnight.

That afternoon, near dusk, with heavy rain pouring from the sky, a dark-faced man wearing a bamboo hat came to Xinxiang Temple. He obviously didn't come to hide from the rain, because he didn't even look at the temple built between two trees.

Instead, he walked directly to the hut in the room and walked directly to the eighteen statues of gods.

He didn't come to worship Buddha. Rather, he seemed to be a craftsman making Buddha statues, and he came here specifically to learn the details.

In the heavy rain, he looked at one statue after another, touching this and that. Then he knocked with his hands and kicked with his feet. He became more and more impatient, and even raised the knife in his hand to strike at the statues.

Tired from chopping, the big man fell in the mud as if dead. The wind blew his bamboo hat far away.

Ci Du walked over and wanted to help him up, but her outstretched hand stopped in the rain.

Although the face washed by the rain was covered with beard and scarred, he recognized it. It was Feng Shuangli, Zhang Xianzhong's right-hand man. When Cidu was still Cao Xun, he had fought with him on the battlefield several times.

Ci Du suddenly felt extremely painful in the old wound on his waist, which was caused by Feng Shuangli's Dawang Sword when he was fighting with him.

He stared at this mortal enemy. Could it be that Buddha wanted to send him to take revenge because he wanted to be pious?

As he thought about killing, he felt his blood surge up. He looked up at the sky, and his eyes were instantly sore from the rain.

But he saw the Buddha, who was waiting in the rain and fog to see him break his precepts.

Cidu shook his head, said "Amitabha", turned around, and was about to leave.

But Feng Shuangli jumped up, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and asked sternly: "Monk, who changed these eighteen statues? Is it you? Give me the gold!"

Ci Du was shocked, pushed his hand away in disgust, walked back to the hut, closed the door, and let the madman yell in the rain.

In fact, Feng Shuangli knew in his heart that the person who replaced the golden statue could never be this lonely monk, and he could not have known about it, otherwise he would have left here long ago.

So, who is the first to get there?

The only people who knew about this were him and Sun Kewang. Sun Kewang was far away in the capital. It was recently heard that he had been secretly killed by the Qing court.

Unless Sun Kewang is not dead and has arrived in Sichuan.

Feng Shuangli suddenly saw a glimmer of hope and jumped up from the mud. After walking a few steps, he hugged the statue in despair, beat it and cried bitterly.

How could he have the nerve to look for the King of Qin? If he hadn't deliberately fired three cannons to frighten the King of Qin away, the King of Qin would not have surrendered to the Qing court in a hurry.

In the hut, Cidu was also thinking about his meaningless words, what about changing the statue, what about gold...

Ci Du was also an old martial artist, and he suddenly realized that the reason why he went to Lingyun Temple for training was to make it easier for others to exchange for gold statues. No wonder the Shujiang Alliance was rich and wealthy.

There was a burst of bitterness in his heart. It seemed that he would never be able to regain Yang Zhan's trust in this life. Anyway, being a lonely ascetic was not a bad thing.

He sat on the Zen bed and began his nighttime homework with the sound of wind and rain outside.

Little did he know that at this moment, a fierce fight had ruined his vegetable patch. Feng Shuangli, who wanted to restore the Great Western Army, was once again betrayed by his subordinate Di Sanpin.

When Wu Sangui left Chengdu, he left more than a hundred Qing soldiers for the governor's Yamen. Li Guoying led his troops out. With the cooperation of Di Sanpin, he captured Feng Shuangli and found a gold seal of King Qingyang and a gold seal of the general on his body.

A piece of gold, a gold book, and an imperial edict.

Li Guoying was overjoyed and immediately wrote a memorial to Emperor Shunzhi, asking for instructions, "either captured and released to the capital, or to rectify the law in front of the army, and to wait for the Holy Judge."
Chapter completed!