Two days later, watching the refugees in the distance re-register their household registration numbers under the restraints of Anping County officials, and then receive food one by one from each household, Changqing sighed and sat down feeling a little tired.
"It's rare to see you so listless."
Cheng Sanwu came with his horse and looked at the smoke-filled refugee camp: "Isn't this great? You borrowed food from a wealthy family with just a few words. I saw that Cui had a bad face.
, and planned to beat him to pieces and then ransack his house to get food."
Changqing smiled bitterly when he heard this: "Cui Shilang has a very high reputation among the scholars. I don't know how many people inside and outside the court have studied under him. If you beat him, not only you, but also the Minister of Internal Affairs will suffer a lot."
Refers to."
Cheng Sanwuyi curled his lips: "Grudge! Do you really think that the scholar's mouth can kill people? If they dare to talk back, I will slap them 1,800 times from left to right, making them cry for father and mother!"
Chang Qing added: "Forget about others, do you think that Cui Shilang is just free to be bullied by you? I could see it as soon as he appeared. His aura was deep and long, and his divine light was full. This shows that he has superb internal skills. He may have been in Hong Fan
He studied Confucian martial arts in the academy, but he just didn’t rely on force to act."
"If you practice martial arts and don't use them, isn't your practice in vain?" Cheng Sanwu was puzzled.
"The strength of Confucius can reach the gates of the country, but he refuses to use his strength to hear." Chang Qing said: "A small act of danger, a show of fists and kicks, a big one will lead to danger, a small one will bring shame and humiliation. This is the wisdom of Cui Shilang
Not using it can be regarded as a way of self-preservation that adheres to integrity. Confucian martial arts focuses on protecting the people and defending the country. If you are successful in martial arts and then show off everywhere and provoke fights, you will end up harming others and yourself." p>
Cheng Sanwu rubbed his forehead and took a breath: "No, what you said is too difficult to understand. It gives me a headache just listening to it."
Changqing had no choice but to explain: "I won't talk about the big principles. You don't want your enemies to come to your door every day, right?"
Unexpectedly, Cheng Sanwu became more interested: "That's great, I think I've been too bored recently! I originally thought that after joining the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I would be able to fight every day, but it turned out that I was even more idle than when I was in Baochang Society, even running errands
The people below do all the trivial things."
Chang Qing shook his head helplessly. If Cheng Sanwu had a martial artist's temperament and was not in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he would have no choice but to go to the border town and join the army. Otherwise, even if he was put in the martial arts world, he would definitely cause a bloody storm.
However, when it comes to his enemies, Changqing's mood cannot help but feel low. Cheng Sanwu saw this and sat next to him: "You have a wilted head and a droopy brain. What's wrong? Did Cui give you some ecstasy soup?"
Changqing was depressed and worried that he had no one to talk to. He thought about it again and again, so he said: "Cui Shilang said that after the new policy is implemented, Prime Minister Lu will be dismissed from office."
"Isn't it possible?" Cheng Sanwu was full of disbelief: "How could your father be dismissed if he is so powerful? And isn't it true that he has the greatest credit for the implementation of the New Deal?"
Chang Qing sighed: "It is precisely because he has done the most credit and the New Deal has to be promoted and implemented in various places. His disciples and former officials are all over the world, so he will definitely be jealous of the saints in the future."
Cheng Sanwu felt strange: "But your father is a civil servant and does not lead the army to fight. Why is he being suspected?"
"As long as you are in that position, it will be the same for anyone else." Chang Qing felt powerless: "If Prime Minister Lu wants to implement the New Deal smoothly, he must arrange his own people in the court and in all departments across the country. In this process, it is inevitable to have the same party and oppose the different party. Who is this?
It doesn’t matter who is good or bad.
"But in this way, the power to upload and issue government decrees is completely in the hands of Prime Minister Lu. Wouldn't the saint be in name only? Moreover, this new policy is likely to involve the saint's internal treasury, which is a taboo." p>
"You all call the emperor a saint, so he must be a saint. What are you afraid of?" Cheng Sanwu picked up a wheat stem, held it in the corner of his mouth, and lay down.
Chang Qing didn't answer. He was very smart and already understood the meaning of Cui Duo's words. The purpose of Lu's reform was to pursue the enrichment of money and achieve the long-term stability of the country.
He doesn't like Lu Yan, but their short time together has made him understand this man's expectations and pursuits.
However, Cui Duo is hinting that what the saint needs is a prime minister who can collect money for him and resist infamy. When the New Deal is implemented and taxes and money increase significantly, Lu Yan, who is hated by all parties, will no longer
If there is nothing that can be exploited, it will be unavoidable to be dismissed from office and prosecuted.
If Chang Qing had not experienced the Treasure Fighting Club, he might not easily believe Cui Duo's statement. However, he had seen with his own eyes rare treasures worth millions from the land of Guandong, collected by King Qi, and eventually used to enrich the saint's private life.
Alas, Chang Qing vaguely understood that today's saints may not be the kind of monarchs who are abstemious and frugal.
As for Cui Duo, although he had been away from the court for many years, he worked hard in farming. Just from the fact that after the drought in Hebei states, the warehouses in the prefectures and counties were empty and the relief efforts were ineffective, we can infer that the court spent a lot of money and the saints spent extravagantly. p>
As the saying goes, one leaf knows autumn, nothing more than this.
However, Lu Yan has been in power for many years, and now he is vigorously promoting the New Deal. There are many resentments between the government and the opposition. Once he is dismissed from office and held accountable, even if he is exiled to Lingnan, it will inevitably lead to crazy revenge from all parties.
Chang Qing found that he had no expectations for Lu Yan's future experience. He did not hope that this person would end up like this.
"Don't bother." Cheng Sanwu persuaded him: "I see you are always worried about the life and death of others and forget to take care of yourself. No wonder the dominatrix says you are a fake Taoist priest."
Chang Qing showed displeasure on his face: "Do you think Taoists are blindly selfish? Love together, marriage of different people, national security and prosperity, happiness and peace - these are what the Taoist scriptures seek."
"What you said has nothing to do with Taoism or not." Cheng Sanwu stood up and asked: "If you don't talk about it, when do you plan to get rid of those monks?"
Changqing took out a breath and replied: "Now!"
While the refugees were receiving food relief, Changqing came to the camp alone and found the Jingguang Sangha, who were also packing their bags.
"The people were saved this time, all because of Tan Yue." Qijue put his hands together and saluted.
"I have fulfilled my promise, and I hope you can come forward to help and come together to pray for rain." Changqing would definitely not state his intention clearly: "And going south to Weizhou can also help many people affected by the disaster. It is also a big deal.
Merit."
Qijue looked happy when he heard this: "In this case, we shouldn't stay long."
Pure Light Goddess also stood up and gave a slight greeting to Changqing. When the people learned that the Sangha was about to leave, they all showed reluctance and offered words to persuade them to stay.
Originally, Changqing was worried that the Jingguang Sangha would take the opportunity to bargain, but he did not expect that they would be very decisive. They said goodbye to the thousands of disaster-stricken people who followed him, and stated that they would go elsewhere to relieve the suffering, and did not accept gifts from the people. After a lot of effort, the Jingguang Sangha finally left the refugee camp. The people sent each other away for seven or eight miles before reluctantly turning back.
Changqing felt a little emotional. Pure Light Goddess and the other monks did not look like rebels who were deliberately plotting against the party. They neither called on believers to expand their power everywhere, nor did they use their magical powers to amass wealth. Judging from their words and deeds, they seemed to be cultivators.
The Buddha cultivates to the point of becoming obsessed, greedy for merit, and intoxicated by the sound of his praises.
Changqing led the Jingguang Sangha group for dozens of miles, completely away from the refugees. When the sun set to the west and he saw a posthouse in the distance, the sound of rapid horse hooves sounded from nearby.
The people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who had been lying in wait for a long time appeared together, and dozens of horses surrounded them from the north, east, and south.
Cheng Sanwu took the lead and rushed in, guarding Changqing behind him. Looking at the panicked monks, he shouted sternly: "You are surrounded, we will all be captured without mercy!"
At this time, Afu also came on horseback, looked at the still spotless Pure Light Goddess, and asked: "Are you the Pure Light Goddess?"
Pure Light Goddess could not speak, and there was no fear on her face. She solemnly raised her palms and saluted Afu and others.
"You, you guys... who are you?" Qijue took two steps forward and asked with uncontrollable fear.
"Minister, save me." Afu said coldly, pointing at the Pure Light Goddess with a riding crop: "You worship the Great Cloud Pure Light Goddess, secretly read forbidden books, and pray for rain in vain. You are suspected of treason. Follow us and leave, so as not to suffer any consequences.
Bits and pieces of suffering.”
Not all the monks present were accomplished Buddhists. When they heard these words, they were all extremely frightened. Some were so frightened that they fell to the ground. Some people's expressions changed. Seeing that the west side was not surrounded, they immediately moved up.
Qinggong, the body flies across the ground.
When Cheng Sanwu saw this, he was about to draw his sword when suddenly a ray of black light flashed from the west. The head of the monk who was skilled in Qinggong was thrown back and was dragged back to the ground by a huge force.
Looking closely, a sharp arrow penetrated the monk's left eye, and the arrow cluster penetrated the back of the head, pinning the monk's head to the ground, and the tail feathers of the arrow were still trembling slightly.
The arrow penetrated his eye and pierced his skull. The monk did not die immediately. He fell to the ground and trembled and struggled. However, his hands and feet were not in control and he could only let out a low groan.
"Did you see it?"
Afu looked at the Jingguang Sangha as if he were looking at a pile of dead bodies and corpses: "If anyone tries to escape again, this will be the fate."
The person who could shoot this arrow was none other than Mr. Qiang Yu, who was three miles away and had been preparing for a long time.
I saw him standing on a country road, holding a treasure bow, with spiritual light floating around, and the sound of thunder could be faintly heard from the bow string.
This bow was held by Xue Li, a famous general in the early years of this dynasty. During the expedition to the Tianshan Mountains, he used this bow to fire three arrows in a row. The arrows shot like a rainbow across the sky, and the stars flew across the sky. He shot three fierce generals of the Northern Banshee directly in front of the formation.
, in one fell swoop, the enemy troops were frightened and dispersed, trampling on each other and causing tens of thousands of casualties.
In terms of martial arts, Qiang Yujun is certainly not as brave as Xue Li, who is the leader of the three armies and has a might as powerful as a rainbow. His own skills are all in archery, and other than that he is ordinary.
What's more, what outsiders don't know is that his falcon-like eyes are very close to the human eye. Even if they are several miles away, he can still see the enemy's location and can discern changes in the wind direction.
Even if there are mountains blocking the way ahead, Qiang Yujun can still have a vision like an eagle overlooking the earth. When nocking an arrow and firing the bow, he can predict the flight path of the arrow, so that he can always hit the target.
As it is now, it is easy for Qiang Yujun to shoot and kill fleeing criminals on the plains.
With a move of his hand, the entourage beside him handed over a specially made arrow. Lord Qiang Yu nocked the arrow and got ready to go. He murmured to himself: "You can just kill all these traitors, why bother to arrest them?
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Seeing the fellow monk being shot and killed at the sight, the rest of the monks were greatly shocked. They were all stunned and no one dared to move around for fear of attracting cold arrows of unknown origin.
"I didn't expect that among your group of monks there are such good masters of Qing Gong."
Cheng Sanwu got off his horse and came to the side of the monk who was shot. He knelt down to take a look and marveled: "The joints of these fingers are thick, and the palms of the palms are covered with calluses. It looks like they are used to using weapons. But who are they?"
A fugitive, right? Should we charge these monks with sheltering fugitives?"
Afu didn't answer. She stared closely at the Pure Light Goddess and secretly gathered strength. Although she ordered her subordinates to prepare magical objects to deal with the magician, when it comes to the actual fight, who can guarantee that the Pure Light Goddess has no other means. In fact, if Jingguang Goddess is killed on the spot, it will still be regarded as fulfilling Eunuch Feng's order. But Afu herself hopes to find out the origin of the "Dayun Sutra" from Jingguang Goddess, so she plans to capture her alive.
At this time, Qijue took the initiative to step forward and bowed to Changqing, his face full of indignation: "Is this Tan Yue's plan? Has he planned to capture us from the beginning?"
Changqing did not dare to look at Qijue. He felt ashamed in his heart. He looked at Afu and asked: "I don't think they are rebels. Can I let them go after finding out?"
"The next thing has nothing to do with you, don't ask any more questions." Of course Afu would not agree. Changqing, a little kid, always makes mistakes because of his soft heart, and will suffer big losses sooner or later in the future.
With a wave of his hand, the servants from the chamberlain came forward with rope shackles in their hands. This kind of hemp rope was specially made by the Shengong Division, and was mixed with extremely tough silver silk. Even if twenty healthy cattle pulled it from both sides, it could not be broken.
Blessed by soaking in elixir water, binding the upper body can suppress the circulation of Qi in the body. Coupled with the iron and wood shackles of seal-engraved spells, the internal energy of the limbs will also be firmly restrained.
There are endless ways for the Ministry of Internal Affairs to restrain martial arts practitioners, and many masters have been captured in the past.
I saw Pure Light Goddess closing her eyes and folding her palms, without any intention of resisting, and seemed to be willing to be bound.
"What is that?!"
Just when everyone was nervous, they suddenly heard Changqing shout in surprise. Afu was about to scold him when he saw Changqing pointing to the northwest with a look of horror on his face.
Looking up, a vast black cloud swept over the sky, and there was a faint and noisy buzzing sound in the wind, like a mountain torrent, unstoppable.
"Damn, it's a locust!" Cheng Sanwu was the first to recognize it.
Afu's expression changed, and she immediately ordered everyone: "Capture the criminal quickly!"
As soon as these words came out, without waiting for everyone in the chamber to take action, the Pure Light Goddess opened her eyes, and her hair was full of green hair. In an instant, the Buddha shone in all directions. Two Dharma protectors, Jialan, appeared together, holding iron rods and bows on the left and right.
The personnel of the nearest chamberlain department were shot away one after another.
When Cheng Sanwu saw this, he straightened up, drew his sword and flew into the air, and the flaming wind howled out. Before he could reach the two guardian Jialan, the arrows fired by Qiang Yujun in the distance spanned several miles, and he shot first, leading
A ray of lightning flashes out, pointing directly at the Pure Light Goddess!