On the mountain road to the north of Qingfu County, Hu Legen took a peek at Yu Deshen who was walking in front, and when he wasn't paying attention, he made a mark on the tree trunk.
"I said, wait for me, I'll save you."
Yu Dechen turned around and stood there without saying anything, but still waited for him.
The reason why they went together was because Jiang Fan took Yu Deshen out of prison and took him to the camp to build fences. He said that Qingfu County no longer supports prisoners and all prisoners have to work.
Yu Dechen didn't care. After being imprisoned for more than ten months, he already had the feeling that wherever he practiced, he was practicing.
After working for two days, he met Hulgen. The two whispered a few words. Hulgen learned that he was also a Mongolian, so he offered to take him to escape.
"I tell you, I have been preparing for several months and dug a hole over there at the camp..."
With Hu Legen's full preparation, the two finally escaped from Qingfu County.
Yu Dechen secretly thought that he was lucky, but when he left Qingfu, he turned around and forgot about it, and found that he had lost the confidence to assassinate Li Xia. He could not even remember Li Xia's appearance.
Looking back, only the county magistrate's daughter impressed him deeply...
At this time, Hu Legen followed up with his short legs and asked: "Actually, I have wanted to run away for a long time, but I don't know how to escape far, and the road is not familiar to me."
"I will take you to Lizhou, and you can join Wang Shuai's army."
"It's a long way from here to Lizhou. Do you know the way?" Hu Legen asked again.
Yu Dechen just nodded without saying much.
"We won't be caught by the Song people on the road, right?"
"Go to Shunfu Prison first, where Wang Shuai will assist you."
Hu Legen rolled his eyes and said: "Wang Shuai's detailed work?"
"Um."
"Tell me carefully."
Yu Dechen said: "I don't know much. Anyway, I'll just contact him when I get there."
"Won't Commander Wang treat me as a deserter?"
"I don't know, I'm just a cultivator."
Yu Dechen didn't like to talk. After answering, he went on his way.
"You," Hu Legen said dissatisfied, "I finally learned Chinese, let's chat more."
"Nothing to talk about."
Yu Deshen turned his head and looked towards the mountainside, and saw an old woman picking wild fruits on a small mountain road.
"The heart is in trouble." He murmured, not knowing what he was thinking of, and his eyes were a little blank.
"What's your attitude? I'm a Mongolian and you're a Northerner. I saved you. Do you understand the rules of the Great Mongolia?" Hu Legen said again, "Tell me about it now. After passing Fushun
After being imprisoned, how do you get to Lizhou?"
This time, Yu Dechen didn't even bother to respond to Hu Legen...
The two of them walked into the night and rested in a mountain forest.
"I'm going to find some food," Hullegan said.
"Don't go."
"If you don't find something to eat, you won't have the energy to travel tomorrow."
"Don't go." Yu Dechen's tone gradually became colder.
Hu Legen was puzzled, glanced behind him, and spat: "If you don't go, I won't go. Go to sleep...Exiute, it's better to sleep as a prisoner."
He was also fed up with Yu Deshen, so he spread some hay on the ground and went to sleep by himself. After a while, he started snoring.
In his sleep, Hu Legen suddenly felt suffocated.
He opened his eyes suddenly and saw Yu Dechen's eyes full of murderous intent.
"Uh... uh..."
Hu Legen struggled hard, but his hands were pinned down by Yu Dechen's knees.
Yu Dechen had blue veins popping out on his forehead, his eyelids were twitching violently, and he seemed very nervous, but there was a trace of determination hidden in his eyes.
He was panting heavily, but Hu Legen, who was being strangled by him, was about to suffocate to death.
Suddenly, rapid footsteps sounded in the woods, and several people rushed forward like arrows and threw Yu Deshen to the ground.
Only then did Hu Legen feel alive. He struggled and breathed greedily.
"He saw it! He saw it... He wanted to kill me... I am the loyal... Magistrate... Magistrate, I am very loyal..."
Li Xia walked leisurely through the woods, glanced at Hu Legen, ignored him, walked straight to Yu Dechen who was pinned to the ground by Jiang Fan and others, and asked: "Why do you want to kill him?"
Yu Dechen did not struggle, but sighed helplessly.
"Did you arrange for me to escape?"
"Um."
"You want to lie to me and seize Wang Dechen's detailed work in the Song Dynasty."
"Absolutely." Li Xia said, "Why did you want to kill Hu Legen?"
Yu Dechen tilted his head and still did not answer.
Li Xia said: "I heard that when you were in prison, an old woman named Ruan would sometimes bring you meals."
"She is not a craftsman." Yu Dechen said: "It has nothing to do with Granny Ruan. She has no Tongmeng... It's because I once stayed at her house and she took care of me because of her kindness... Don't touch her."
"I know. You are a Quanzhen sect, why do you kill Mongolians?"
"What's wrong with the Quanzhen Sect? My fellow sects on Zhongnan Mountain have never kidnapped anyone!" Yu Dechen shouted sharply, "Who do you think we are? I'm just a cultivator."
"If you don't work hard and practice in the magnificent temple every day, where will you get food and clothing?"
"If you want to kill the person named Li, you can kill him. There is a lot of nonsense."
"Why did I kill you? You, on the other hand, were ordered to kill me, but you ended up eating my food in prison for more than half a year."
Yu Deshen didn't know what to say for a moment.
"I'll give you another chance to kill me." Li Xia took Yu Dechen's Taichang sword, threw it on the ground, and said to Jiang Fan: "Let him go."
"The county magistrate..."
"Let him go."
Yu Dechen stood up and looked at the sword on the ground, but did not pick it up immediately.
Li Xia already held the sword in his hand.
"Come on. As you said, I will set fire to the Chongyang Temple, make Li Zhichang angry to death, and destroy the fate of your Quanzhen Sect..."
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"I'm afraid that our Quanzhen Sect will decline because of bad luck."
"Master, what's wrong?"
At the Chongyang Temple in Kaifeng City, the young Taoist priest Sun Deyu was talking to his master Li Daoqian.
Li Daoqian looked downcast, stroking his long beard and said: "Zhenhe Chunhe has gone north and will argue with those bald donkeys. However, such verbal disputes really depend on the intentions of the Khan. This time, the Khan will probably trust Buddhism more."
"Master, did you just say 'bald donkey'?"
Li Daoqian was stunned and denied it flatly: "Master, why did you ever say that? Even if there is an argument, I will not speak ill of Buddhism."
Sun Deyu said: "That is because my disciple heard it wrong. Master, what will happen if we lose to Buddhism?"
"Brothers shaved off their hair and became monks, burned part of the Taoist scriptures, and handed over the Taoist temples in various places to Buddhism... These are still secondary. What is important is that our Quanzhen Sect will plummet from now on."
"The consequences are very serious." Sun Deyu couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"This is the great calamity for our Quanzhen Sect."
Sun Deyu raised his head and looked at this somewhat simple little hall, and asked: "Then shall we rebuild the Chongyang Temple, Master?"
Li Daoqian said: "Of course we have to cultivate it. The Chongyang Temple will never be given over to Buddhism. This is the place where the founder emerged."
"But we have no money."
Li Daoqian sighed again and murmured: "Yes, the Goukao Bureau went south to investigate Henan officials. Those Han officials who were friends with me were imprisoned one after another. Without these offerings, they would have no money to cultivate the Chongyang Temple.
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"These days are really sad." Sun Deyu said, "Will we also be arrested?"
Li Daoqian couldn't tell.
The Quanzhen Sect has purchased a large amount of materials in order to rebuild the Double Ninth Festival, but the Goukao Bureau wants to check taxes.
He also met Alan Da'er once, and he felt that the other person was filled with murderous intent. In this situation, the future was already somewhat uncertain.
"Master, are you afraid?"
Li Daoqian glanced sideways at his apprentice and said, "Go and do today's homework."
"yes."
Sun Deyu responded honestly, and after leaving the side hall, he touched his sleeve again. Hidden inside was the ten coins he had buckled off when he purchased gold lacquer last time.
"Should we respond to Master's emergency?" He was thinking about this as he walked around the empty dojo.
This was originally the Sanqing Palace, but it was badly burned by a fire last year and was only cleaned up not long ago.
"Junior brother!" An older Taoist priest ran up and shouted: "I'm tired of looking for you. Shijia Erlang is here and wants to discuss Taoism with you. Please hurry over."
"Ah, Shi Erlang is here?" Sun Deyu was quite surprised, thinking that he would make money again.
He rubbed his face before continuing to put on a calm expression.
"Let's go quickly. Be sure to make a good friend, Shi Erlang. Now in Kaifeng, the only one you can rely on is the Shi family."
Sun Deyu understood and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Which high-ranking official is finished?"
"This time it's Zhao Jinglue..."
"No way, no way?" Sun Deyu shouted softly: "Even the dignified general manager is finished, then...then what should I discuss with Shi Erlang? Let Master run away, let's go back to Zhongnan Mountain as soon as possible.
"
"Shut up, you don't know that Kaifeng City is only allowed in and out?"
Sun Deyu was so frightened that he walked a few steps and then asked: "Is the restaurant still open? In case we are ruined, let's have a good meal first."
"What do you think? Apart from our Chongyang Temple, where else can we live safely in the city?"
Sun Deyu touched the money in his sleeve again and said to himself that this situation is not good, but there are millions of people who have died without spending all the money...