The fire burned for more than an hour before it gradually faded. The face of the Emperor Yingtian Dragon, Li Xian, changed five or six times in the past one hour before finally regaining his calmness.

After he returned to his peace, the first thing he did was to order the Baiqisi to order the latter to find out the reason for the fire in the Shande Temple in Baima at any cost. If someone deliberately sets a fire, he will be punished strictly regardless of the official position.

Immediately, an imperial edict was issued, starting from now on, more than five people in the capital would fight with weapons, and all of them would be punished for committing rebellion.

After receiving the order, the Baiqisi immediately launched an action, surrounding the White Horse Shande Temple, digging three feet from the outside to the inside.

The hasty imperial edict was also unimpeded in the Secretariat and the two provinces under the Secretariat. The continuous murders and arson cases made all the big men of the dynasty, regardless of faction, feel a sense of the danger of order being completely collapsed. Therefore, not asking who is right or wrong, forcing the intensifying conflict to suppress the intensifying conflict is the top priority for the big men.

After the imperial edict was issued, the effect was almost immediately. The "good men and women" who were originally burned down by the fire and were indignant of the White Horse Shande Temple, immediately gave up the idea of ​​going to Zhangjiazhuang to question the crime and returned to their respective homes cursingly.

As for whether he was a little man when he went home, he wrote Zhang Qian's name on the target and shot arrows. As long as the capital was not in a bad state, he would not be able to control it so easily.

Because Zhang Qian was assassinated, some officials who had great hostility to Buddhism, as well as some forces that wanted to secretly contribute to the fire or even take advantage of the situation, also decisively adjusted their countermeasures and no longer put the planned plans into action.

The Emperor of Yingtian Divine Dragon Li Xian was soft-hearted and had no idea about doing things. Almost everyone knew this. The Emperor of Yingtian Divine Dragon Li Xian lacked control over the court, and he would give half of the government orders and give him a discount. All forces in the capital knew this. However, as long as Li Xian was not dead, he would always be the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. If any force provoked him to make him ruthless, the ending would definitely be ashes.

"Master Guo, I'm offending me. Please take out the production records and whereabouts of gunpowder in recent months, so that I can help the military weapon supervisor to remove the suspicion!" After the conflict was forcibly suppressed, the case still needs to be investigated. So just after noon, Zhou Run, the captain of the Baiqisi, brought several judicial departments and experts from Dali Temple to the military weapon supervisor, who was the most suspected.

"Thank you, Captain Zhou. Just check it out. The person who comes, brings the account book and the records of the entry and exit of the warehouse to Captain Zhou. Then take the brothers under Captain Zhou to see the output of gunpowder every hour!" It was rare that Guo Nu did not deliberately squirt his arm to smoke others, but cooperated very obediently.

The experts from all parties who followed Zhou Run, the captain of the Baiqisi, looked at each other and began to act separately, resolutely not letting go of any clues. However, what disappointed some of the interested people in the team was that the accounts of the Military Equipment Supervision were so clear that they could no longer be clear.

From the first day of gunpowder (alcohol) to the morning of the same day, every kilogram of finished products was counted, compiled and put into the warehouse by more than two people. And every three days, they took the initiative to hand over to the Ministry of War. So far, the stock of gunpowder (alcohol) in the military weapon monitors its warehouse has never exceeded one thousand kilograms, making it difficult for anyone to take away hundreds of kilograms without knowing it and set fire to Shande Temple in Baima without knowing it.

"Master Guo, what are these curved symbols?" Finally, someone found some strange things in the attachment of the account book, and he immediately felt like he was a treasure. He quickly picked it up in front of Guo Nu and asked with a sneer.

"This is what we call simplified numbers. My senior brother thought it was easy to use, so he used it on account books. Now not only the Gunpowder Department, but also the entire military weapon surveillance. The specific meaning is that there are marks next to the numbers. If you don't believe it, you can also ask Wang Shizheng, or the official and recorders of each department." Guo Nu looked at the other party like a fool, and explained with a smile.

Wang Jun, the chief of the Gunpowder Department, used to be a doctor of mathematics. He was transferred to the Military Equipment Supervision Bureau not long ago and was far from being a real-time direct descendant of Zhang Qian. With such a large military equipment supervision, Zhang Qian could not have covered the sky with his own hands. Therefore, a case-handling expert immediately copied the "simplified" number and went to each department to find records to check.

As a result, they were increasingly disappointed. The curved symbol, as Guo Nu said, was a simplified number. The use of such simplified number accounting is clearer than any previous text. The military supervisors almost took the initiative to ask Zhang Qian, the young supervisor, to teach them, and the latter "reluctantly" passed on this unique skill to everyone. There was no suspicion of secret accounting.

"The gunpowder burns, and the smell of wine is very strong. Even if it is two streets, you can smell it!" Seeing that the generals had lost their weapons, they found nothing. Guo Nu's words immediately started to hold guns and sticks, "It was impossible that no one would put out the fire last night. Just watching the White Horse Shande Temple burning there? How many unethical things did the monk do to make the neighbors want to burn the temple to ruins? If someone put out the fire, you might as well ask them. Did you smell the wine smell in the middle of the night. If you didn't smell it, it would be strange."

"The Chief Guard Guo's words are reasonable, and it makes sense!" Zhou Run and others could not catch the handle of the military weapon surveillance, and they had no confidence to argue with Guo Nu, and agreed with blushing.

Guo was angry, but he refused to stop when he saw the good news. He smiled and cursed, "As the saying goes, catch the wind and catch the shadows. You must catch the wind first to catch the shadows! If you don't even smell the smell of alcohol, you suspect that it was the military weapon surveillance who set fire with alcohol, wouldn't it be too hasty?"

"This..." Everyone was speechless when asked, and blushed and stopped the team. Guo Nu still felt unhappy. He took the excuse of sending people out and caught up with him to finish the fight. "Don't burn it early or late. The day before, my senior brother's Zhuangzi was just set on fire by the monks, and the next night, the fire burned to the monks' own territory! Is this a coincidence? Not a bitter plan, right? If I were everyone, I will check it first. Is there any possibility that the monks set themselves on fire?"

"Don't worry, don't worry! I will definitely not miss the places that should be investigated." Everyone was ashamed and annoyed, and responded repeatedly, jumped onto the mount and left in a hurry. For fear of walking slowly, Guo Nu would come out of his mouth again and even more embarrassing words.

There was also a team that went to Zhangjiazhuang to investigate the case. The team was higher in level, led by Zheng Kejun, deputy general manager of the Baiqi Department, followed by Wu Jing, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, Huang Jian, the Minister of Justice of the Ministry of Justice, Jingzhao Yin Shaoyin Xinfei, and several experts in investigations selected by various departments.

However, after seeing Zhang Qian's miserable appearance of blood-spreading bandages due to the cracking and blood-spreading of the wound, and looking at the ruins of Liushen Workshop, most of the officials in the team were unwilling to involve the fire in the White Horse Shande Temple with Zhang Qian.

Unless Zhang Qian really knew the legendary magic, he would never be able to drag a wounded leg, climb over the wall of Chang'an City in the middle of the night, and poured at least hundreds of kilograms of fire-induced objects onto the main hall of Baima Shande Temple.

More than 70% of the Zhang family's servants are now borrowed from the Guo family. It is impossible for a large group of people to enter and exit in the middle of the night. However, none of the borrowed servants heard any movement.

What's more, Baiqisi and Jingzhao Mansion have set up their own secret stakes around Zhangjiazhuang. According to reports from those secret stakes, last night, Zhang Qian's home, not to mention the large group of people, even a mouse was not exposed. If you want to burn the White Horse Shande Temple, unless Zhang Qian can pinch the tips and chant the mantra.

"I am here today to prove Zhang Shaojian's innocence!" Since the evidence of Zhang Qian's involvement in the case cannot be found, I have to give Zhang Qian an explanation. Wu Jing, the eldest and most senior civil servant in the team, took his face away and said with a smile on his face, "Even though Zhang Shaojian is safe, he will recover from his injuries. The assassination and the arson on the village will be investigated to the end."

"I'm here for you!" Zhang Qian learned early this morning that the White Horse Shande Temple, which was close to Jingzhao Prefecture's yamen in Chang'an City, was set on fire. So it's not surprising that the Zhuangzi from his home investigated the case, smiled, and bowed hard on the bed.

"You're welcome, Zhang Shaojian doesn't have to be polite! This is my duty! "When you see Zhang Qian's appearance is really pitiful, Wu Jing, the young master of Dali Temple, quickly waved his hand. "After I go back, I will report today's verification results to the emperor to know. Don't worry, as long as you keep your body upright, no one can throw dirty water on you!"

This is easy to be ambiguity when you understand it. It may mean that Zhang Qian is innocent. At the same time, it may also mean that if Zhang Qian is not upright, he will sooner or later show his strength. However, Zhang Qian thought it was the first, just give thanks again. Then he asked for leave to help him greet guests at home, and gave him respectfully to all the Shangguans for him.

Zheng Kejun had known that White Horse Temple was not burned by Zhang Qian, so he came to Zhangjiazhuang purely for the sake of going through the motions. Wu Jingjing was a square person and was not willing to pick the bones in the eggs. However, the Shaoqing of Jingzhao Prefecture, Xin Di, was reluctant to leave like this. After considering it, he stepped forward and asked, "Zhang Shaojian seemed to have sent someone to buy a lot of sulfur and saltpeter yesterday. I don't know why? Even if ordinary people use these two kinds of things as medicine, a few taels of ounces is enough. Why buy hundreds or thousands of pounds at a time?"

"Make magic weapons!" Zhang Qian didn't even think about it, so he told his purpose the truth. "Before Zhang was injured, he was thinking about a weapon that could greatly enhance the field power of our Tang Dynasty soldiers. Unexpectedly, he was assassinated by an evil monk and was unable to continue to work in the military weapon supervisor. So he ordered people to buy some materials and think about it at home first. This kind of thing has always been based on luck. It would be good to succeed once in a hundred times. So the materials were wasted, which made Xin Shaoyin laugh."

"Oh, so that's it!" Xin Die was skeptical when he heard this, but he could only pretend to be enlightened and nodded. He was about to find some other reasons and stumble indirectly, but suddenly, he saw Ren Quan, the butler of the Zhang family, breaking in at all costs. "Master, the owner of the mansion, a monk named Huiming came outside. He said he wanted to do a seven-day and seven-night ritual to eliminate demons and protect the way!!"

"Just do it, what does it have to do with us!" Zhang Qian glanced at him and responded casually.

As a postgraduate entrance examination dog from the 21st century, he didn't believe in this kind of behavior of pricking a villain and drawing straw targets. Therefore, he was too lazy to distract himself from this.

However, the housekeeper Ren Quan was furious, regardless of who the guests were around him, his official position was big, and he added loudly, "Master, you think it's not our business, but the monk doesn't think so. Their altar was built on a small hill diagonally opposite our village. The prayer flags were all erected, and hundreds of monks were sitting under the prayer flags, reciting crooked scriptures at our doorstep!"

"Huh?" Now, Zheng Kejun, Wu Jing, Huang Jian, or Xin Di, had no intention of continuing to stay in the Zhang family. He said goodbye to Zhang Qian with a blue face, and then led his troops to the small hill diagonally opposite Zhangjiazhuang.

This hillside originally belonged to another gentry named Liu. It was only 1,200 steps away from Zhang Qian's yard and closer to the border of Zhangjiazhuang, at most only 312 to 20 steps. There is an unknown river between the two families. Because Zhang Qian had just renovated the wooden bridge on the river not long ago, it was extremely convenient to travel between the two sides.

However, after the carriages and horses crossed the bridge, the road immediately became much narrower and rugged. Some mud pits and big stones that were not visible in Zhangjiazhuang also frequently appeared, making Zheng Kejun, Wu Jing and Xin Die all embarrassed.

When I arrived near the altar, I found that there were people around me. However, the tenants from Zhangjiazhuang and some people who were working in the Zhang family, carrying hoes and forks, were arguing with a group of good men holding rosary beads. Since no one stood up to take the lead, the conflict between the two sides is currently limited to the stage of questioning and insulting each other, which is far from fighting.

Although Zhangjiazhuang is in Weinan County and is only more than ten miles away from Chang'an City. If there is an armed fight here, although the first responsibility must be borne by Weinan County Magistrate Fang Gong, Jingzhao Mansion will not be missing. Therefore, Yin Xin, a young man from Jingzhao Mansion, dared not be negligent, and immediately ordered his subordinates to separate the conflict with sticks. Then, he turned over and dismounted, and ran down the prayer flag step by step.

"Amitabha!" Before he could scold, a loud Buddha's name suddenly came from the air. Immediately, a monk in his fifties and kind-eyed eyes quickly approached. "The master is doing rituals, so he asked Shangguan to stop. In order to avoid rushing to the Buddha and punishing him."

"Who are you? Who asked me to do the ritual here? Disperse quickly. Otherwise, don't blame me for ordering you to disperse me!" Xin Die has been dealing with monks a lot, how could he bear the other party's arrogance? He raised his eyes and his body was full of power.

"Amitabha!" The monk was so scared by the official that he took a step back, stood firm again, and reported to his family. "I dare to teach Shangguan that I was the abbot of Baima Shangshan Temple in Weinan. The master of the family was the Dunhuang Kaiguo County, the official official, the head of Ximing Temple in Luoyang, and the Dharma name Huiming."

"This..." Xin Di was stunned, and sweated down from behind.

After dealing with Buddhism all year round, how could he not know the meaning of the three titles "Dunhuang founding county, Zhenggongfu, and the head of Ximing Temple in Luoyang"?

The first title is the current Emperor Yingtian Shenlong. In February of the second year of Shenlong, in order to thank him for his support and protection, Buddhist monks specially gave their benefactors the title. There were nine ranks in the Tang Dynasty, and the lowest one was the founding county duke. (Note: The matter of the monk's title of Duke, can be found in Zizhi Tongjian.)

The second title represents the order of status among the nine people. The first example is from the third-rank Yin Qing Guanglu Dafu. The Zhengyi Dafu is the fourth-rank, followed by Yin Qing Guanglu Dafu.

The third title represents who the person is behind this person. Na Ximing Temple is one of the three Buddhist temples that the empress has paid for in Luoyang to rebuilt. It is also known as the three holy places of Buddhism, along with Shengshan and Zhongtian Temples. Last month, the golden body of the Buddha statue of Shengshan Temple was completed, and Empress Wei's brother personally came to congratulate him. The censor Wei Chuangong gave a statement to impeach Shengshan Temple for 400,000 yuan, and the money was unknown. The letter was kept and was not released. Immediately, Wei Chuangong himself overturned his carriage on the way to court and is still ill at home.

Just when he was at a loss, a crisp bell sound came from his ears. "Dang, dang, dang..." Then hundreds of monks turned the beads at the same time and recited the scriptures loudly, "Four baskets of pears, cracked shit, and lifted the mud in the basket..." One by one, the treasure elephants should be as solemn as they are.

"If you want to recite scriptures, you can't recite them, how can you face someone else's house?" Xin Di was so quarreled that Wu Jing, the young minister of Dali Temple, Huang Jian, the Minister of Justice of the Ministry of Justice, and Zheng Kejun, the deputy general manager of the Baiqisi, were also present. He was unwilling to be too embarrassed to Jingzhao Mansion. He whispered to discuss with the other party in a low voice.

Before he finished speaking, bells and chimes suddenly rang around him. Then, more than a dozen "Demon-Subduing Kings" with sallow complexion raised the wooden pillars more than three feet thick, one after another, and entered the pre-digged pit around the prayer flags. Then, hundreds of male believers carried the wood and lined up from the other side of the hillside, neatly placing the fine wood around the pillars.

Look at the "Demon-Suppressing Vajras", one by one, neither recited scriptures nor spoke, and like soulless earth dolls and wooden stems, they intertwined the wood sent by believers one by one with the pillars they had just stood up. I don't know what wonderful method I used, but without any nails or tenons, they firmly combined the horizontal and vertical wood in one place.

In just a few dozen breathing times, a lotus-shaped altar base built with pure wood showed its outline. Yin Xin, the young master of Jingzhao Mansion, was dumbfounded and could not say anything that was intimidating.

The eminent monk Dingtai shocked Xin Di with his unique Buddhist skills. He immediately became kind-hearted and respectfully bowed to the latter, and explained seriously: "Shangguan, please let me argue. It is not that I am going to recite scriptures to other people's doorsteps, but that the landscape is very dangerous. If there is no Buddhist suppression, evil demons will be born in the future. Therefore, the family master came from the local men and women in Weinan, and came from thousands of miles to show the method to subdue demons and eliminate demons!"

Fearing that Xin Die would not believe it, he paused, and he added loudly. "As for the hillside where the altar is located, it was originally owned by a lay Buddhist named Liu. He was well aware of the great power and had already approached the three hundred acres of hillsides and donated them all to Baima Temple. Before I arrived, I had already reported the land deeds in the county government."

"It's good to plan!" For the first time in my life, I felt that the Buddhists were so hateful. Yin Xin, the young master of Jingzhao Prefecture, was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

What a clear understanding of the righteousness and donated 300 acres of hillside to Buddhism? Such words can also coax the foolish men and women around you! With Xin Di’s years of case handling experience, you can see at a glance that it was a monk from Baima Temple in Weinan who took advantage of the conflict between the owner of the Liu family and Zhang Qian to deceive the hillside.

The reason why the owner of the Liu family had a conflict with Zhang Qian was probably because Zhang Qian spent money to provide relief to the people and tenants near his home, while the owner of the Liu family had no money to follow up, or was reluctant to spend that amount of money!

"Amitabha!" The monk Dingtai didn't care about the anger of Jingzhao Shao Yin Xindi, and shouted the Buddha's name again. Behind him, bells and chimes were ringing, and the sound of chanting scriptures was like the croaking of frogs before a thunderstorm night. "Four baskets of pears, broken shit, and baskets of pickled mud..."

Accompanied by the croaking frogs, teams of good men continued to carry the wood up the hillside to increase the height of the platform. Teams of trusted women carried loaches, crucian carp, tortoises, hibernating toads and other objects in wooden barrels, and walked to the riverside and released them casually.

"You should do it yourself. The emperor just issued an order. More than five people fought with weapons, which is equivalent to plotting a rebellion!" He really didn't have the strength to continue watching, and left a harsh sentence. Yin Xin, the young master of Jingzhao Prefecture, turned around and left.

"Don't worry, Shangguan, I am merciful, abstain from killing and killing life, and only kill demons!" The monk Dingtai gave him a few steps, bowed to his feet, and looked merciful.

Around them, all the good men and women carried the wood and released the animals. No one held weapons. Near the altar behind him, all the monks only held rosary beads and did not carry iron arms.

"Master Zheng, can you just let the monks do it so unscrupulously?" Wu Jing, the young minister of Dali Temple, saw all the experience of Xin Di's defeat and retreat, and was so angry that his beard jumped. However, because Dali Temple had no right to deal with local affairs, he had to ask Zheng Kejun, deputy general manager of Baiqisi, for help.

"General Manager Zheng, the monks are too much!" Huang Jian, the Minister of Justice, had even less power, and he could only help him angrily.

However, Zheng Kejun, deputy general manager of the Baiqisi, knew the depth of the water behind the matter, and refused to stand up. While turning the mount, he said calmly: "There are dozens of archers in the local area to control the bridge and prohibit the two sides from going back and forth. Isn't it a matter of killing the chicken? Isn't it a slaughter to kill the chicken? Is it a matter of leaving, leaving, and going back, I have to continue to investigate the assassination case. It's not worth wasting time here."

"Hmph!" Wu Jing and Huang Jian were so angry that they smoked, but they were helpless to Zheng Kejun.

But Yin Xin, the young master of Jingzhao Prefecture, suddenly felt his eyes lit up. He immediately called two trusted subordinates and asked them to bring twenty bad people to seal the wooden bridge tightly.

The people who came to Zhangjiazhuang to argue found that the retreat had been cut off. They were worried that the conflict would be outnumbered, so they had to put away the shovel and return to the other side of the river. The good men and women near the altar did not chase and kill them, but just recited the scriptures, carried the wood, and released the animals, which were in order.

"Oh" Standing by the riverside and looking blankly for a while, Wu Jing, the young minister of Dali Temple, had to admit Zheng Kejun's idea, which made some sense. He sighed in disgust and staggered towards his carriage.

As an old official who has been in the officialdom for many years, how could he not guess that Zheng Kejun refused his request for help because he did not want to be involved in the vortex of right and wrong? However, even if he could guess, he even understood Zheng Kejun's choice, but he always felt that he was stuffed into a mud, which made him unable to even breathe.

Fifth-rank officials were cursed by a group of monks, but Jingzhao Mansion and Baiqisi were afraid of the forces behind the monks and did not dare to stand up for the officials. Whose Tang is this Tang Dynasty? What benefits can civil and military officials get from it?!

When the stars were rising in front of him, suddenly, there was another shouting of a horse neighing on the road across the river. Looking at the calm, Wu Jing, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, saw Princess Anle's full set of ceremonial guards parked at the gate of Zhang Qian's house. In the center, a car with silver slowly stopped, and a woman with a body of fire charcoal jumped down from the car.
Chapter completed!