Shuang'er jumped over and tapped the Xingdian acupoints first. Xingchi didn't know martial arts, and Yulin was not weak in martial arts, but he was unwilling to take action to resist. In the chaos, all the acupoints were tapped.
The monks scrambled to take off the three monks' robes and put the lama's robes on the three of them.
Fang Yu was determined to speak the Tibetan dialect he had made up, but he was afraid that Yulin would recognize the accent, so he had to hold back and nuzzle at Shuang'er. Shuang'er took the candlestick and burned the firewood piled in the courtyard.
When Fang Yu saw Xingdian's golden pestle lying in the corner of the palace, he wanted to take it away. Unexpectedly, the golden pestle was so heavy that he couldn't lift it. Fortunately, Cheng Tong took action and he grabbed the golden pestle in no time.
Fang Yu waved his hand, and the monks gathered Xing Chi and the other three monks in the middle, and rushed eastward down the mountain.
After running only a few dozen feet, black smoke and flames rose into the sky from the small temple. The large pile of firewood had already been covered with sesame oil and could easily catch fire. When the lamas on the mountainside saw the fire, they screamed loudly, and chaos spread everywhere.
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The leading lama quickly sent people to put out the fire. When they saw Fang Yu and other monks under the light of torches, they all thought they were among their own people. In the chaos, no one was willing to interrogate and stop them.
When the monks arrived at the foot of the mountain, they had left the group of lamas behind the road. They turned back and looked up the mountain. They saw only flames burning in the sky, and the small temple had been burned through the roof.
Cheng Dao said: "When this small temple burned down, they couldn't find Master Xingchi. They only knew that he had been burned to death in the small temple. It was a good thing that he had given up this intention and never bothered him again.
Good thing."
Cheng Guang nodded and said, "Junior brother's words make sense."
Fang Yu ordered Cheng Guanxingchi and the other three to have their acupuncture points healed, and said, "I have offended many of you, so please don't blame me."
Xing Chi waited until his acupoints were tapped and he couldn't move, but his eyes and ears were intact. When he saw what was going on, he knew it was the Shaolin monk who was trying to save him.
Xingdian cheered loudly and said, "Great idea, great idea! Everyone escaped easily. Master Abbot, you saved my life. Thank you. It's not too late. Who can blame you?"
Xing Chi was determined to burn his body to eliminate his karma, and Xing Dian was so loyal that he had no choice but to accompany him to die. But he was a human being after all, and he definitely didn't want to die like this. He was naturally very happy to be out of the catastrophe at this time.
Xing Chi smiled and said: "It is very valuable to resolve this matter without hurting anyone."
Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps on the mountain road facing me, and a large group of people came running quickly.
Cheng said: "Uncle Master, a large number of lamas are coming to kill us."
Fang Yu said: "Let's rush forward, babble a little, smile on our faces when we see them, and point to the mountain with our hands, but don't do anything with them."
All the monks obeyed the order, and even Xing Chi and Yu Lin nodded.
Fang Yu was very happy: "The old prince listens to my orders, and the old prince's master also listens to my orders."
The monks protected Xing Chi in the middle and ran along the avenue.
I saw a group of people rushing out from the mountain col. They were holding lanterns and torches, but they were not lamas. They were all pilgrims going to the mountain to offer incense. They had yellow cloth bags hanging around their necks, with big words such as "Place incense sincerely" written on the bags.
A group of Shaolin monks rushed nearby, but they were all stunned. Chengtong and others had already stopped talking, while Chengguan and others were not very smart, but they were still shouting "made up Tibetan language".
A man walked out from among the pilgrims and shouted loudly: "What are you doing?" This man was burly and had a loud voice. When Fang Yu saw him, he was overjoyed and recognized him as Duolong, the chief guard of the imperial guards. He immediately ran up to him and shouted: "Brother, sir,
Do you see who the younger brother is?"
Duolong was startled, then took the lantern from someone beside him and moved it in front of him to take a photo. Fang Yu winked at him and laughed.
Duolong was surprised and said: "Yes...it's Wei, you...why are you here? Pretending to be a little lama again?"
Fang Yu smiled and said, "How did you get here?"
While he was talking, another group of pilgrims arrived behind Duolong, and the leading pilgrim was Zhao Qixian.
Fang Yu saw that these pilgrims were all dressed as imperial guards, and most of them knew each other. The guards gathered around them, laughing and chatting very affectionately.
Fang Yu asked Duolong in a low voice: "Did the emperor send you here?"
Duolong whispered: "The Emperor and the Queen Mother have come to Mount Wutai and are now in Lingjing Temple."
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He was overjoyed and said, "The emperor has come to Mount Wutai? That's great! That's great!"
He thought to himself: "What is the old woman doing here? The old prince wants to kill her."
Not long after, another group of officers and soldiers from the Xiaoqi Battalion arrived, also disguised as pilgrims.
Fang Yu asked: "In addition to the imperial guards, the Xiaoqi battalion, the forward battalion, and the guard battalion also came here."
Fang Yu said: "What if there are not thirty or forty thousand officers and soldiers?"
Duolong said: "There are more than 34,000 people in total."
Fang Yu smiled and said, "Who is the general manager who protects the camps?"
Duolong said: "This is Prince Kang."
Fang Yu smiled and said, "That's an old friend too."
Fang Yu waved to Zhao Qixian, waited for him to approach, and said, "Brother Zhao, please go and report to Prince Kang. I want to mobilize people to do a big thing. The matter is urgent and I don't have time to ask him for instructions."
Zhao Qixian left as ordered, and then Xiaoqiying Zhenghuang Pu Xutong Can Bingzhu also arrived.
Fang Yudao: "Brother, Lord Tutong, thousands of Tibetan lamas must have learned about the emperor's incense offering, so they surrounded Qingbing Temple and rebelled. You two go immediately and capture these rebels.
This is a great achievement.”
The two were overjoyed and thanked Fang Yu together.
The two said: "Master Wei gave us the credit, how can we deserve it?"
Fang Yu said: "We all serve the emperor loyally, what should we do to distinguish each other? This is called sharing blessings and sharing hardships."
The two men immediately sent an order to guard the surrounding mountain roads, and ordered the elite soldiers to attack the mountains.
Fang Yu shouted loudly: "The Holy One is kind and wise, and has the virtue of a good life. You only need to capture the rebels and don't hurt more lives. Because you are not a bad emperor against Birds and Fish Soup."
All the guards and soldiers agreed in unison.
Although Kangxi briefly explained the four words "Yao, Shun and Yu Soup", Fang Yu could not understand it. In short, he knew that the bowl of "Niaosheng Fish Soup" was a very good soup, but it was called for the old emperor.
Fang Yu thought that today, when the father and the young emperor meet, it would be more effective to flatter the old emperor more than flattering the young emperor.
He turned around and walked up to Xing Chi and said, "Three masters, we are wearing nondescript clothes. Let's go to the Golden Pavilion Temple in front to change our clothes and find a quiet place to rest, lest these idlers disturb the three monks."
Xing Chi nodded in agreement.
The group walked a few more miles and arrived at the Golden Pavilion Temple.
As soon as Fang Yu entered the temple, he took out a thousand taels of silver notes, handed them to the abbot, and said, "I will take a rest in Guibao Temple for a while. Don't ask any more questions. If you ask, I will deduct ten taels of silver."
If you don’t ask a single question, these one thousand taels of silver are all fragrant gold. If you ask a hundred and one taels of silver, you will ask me for 10 taels of silver, and you will be honest and sincere. Do you understand me?”
The abbot was surprised and happy, and immediately Nuonuo asked repeatedly: "Senior brother, would you like to..." When the words came to his mouth, he was suddenly startled, and hurriedly changed his words: "... I want to have a cup of tea." He hurriedly went inside to serve the tea.
He originally wanted to ask, "Senior brother, do you want some tea?" Finally, he was quick-thinking and changed his mind temporarily, saving ten taels of silver.
Fang Yu went out of the temple to secretly send an order, ordering more than a hundred imperial guards to guard around the Golden Pavilion Temple. He also sent two guards to report to the emperor: "Slave Xiaobao has a heavy responsibility and does not dare to leave without permission. He is waiting at the Golden Pavilion Temple.
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One of the guards said: "Deputy Manager Wei: As ministers, we should go and see the emperor now. We cannot wait for the emperor to come and see you."
Fang Yu spread his hands and said with a smile: "There is nothing I can do. This time I have to break the rules."
The two guards agreed, turned around, stuck out their tongues, and said to themselves: "How brave, even risking their lives." They immediately ran to report.
The monks changed their clothes and sat down to rest. They heard loud killing noises on the mountain, and the guards and soldiers were already rounding up the lama. After a long time of turmoil, the sounds gradually subsided.
After more than half an hour, everything was suddenly quiet, but the footsteps of dozens of people came closer and closer, and stopped outside the temple. Following the sound of boots and clattering, a group of people walked into the temple.
Fang Yu thought to himself: "The little emperor has arrived."
He pulled out the dagger and held it in his hand, guarding Xing Chi's meditation room.
On the outside, his face showed a look of being loyal to the Lord and not giving up even to death. Judging from appearance alone, he was far inferior to the loyalty and bravery of Xingdian.
The sound of footsteps came from outside to inside, and more than ten guards in casual clothes came quickly, holding lanterns and standing on both sides.
A guard shouted in a low voice: "Put away the knife quickly."
Fang Yu took a few steps back, leaned his back against the door, held his sword across his chest, as if "one man is in charge of the gate, no one can enter", and shouted: "The masters in the Zen room are resting, no one is allowed to come over.
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I saw a young man wearing a blue robe walking over, it was Kangxi.
Fang Yu then returned the sword to its sheath, kowtowed before him, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty is very happy. The old... old mage is inside."
Kangxi said in a trembling voice, "Give me...report to me." He turned around and waved, "You all get out!"
After all the guards left, Fang Yu tapped twice on the door of the meditation room and said, "Huiming, please see me."
After a while, there was no answer. Kangxi couldn't help but take a step forward and knocked twice on the door. Fang Yu waved his hand, indicating that he should not speak, and Kangxi forced himself to hold back the call "Father" that was already near his mouth.
After a long time, I heard Xingdian say: "Master Abbot, my senior brother is mentally sleepy and I don't want to see you. He has entered Buddhism and his earthly fate has ended. Please tell outsiders and don't hinder his spiritual practice."
Fang Yu said: "Yes, yes, please open the door, just take a look."
Xing Dian said: "My senior brother, this is the Golden Pavilion Temple, and everyone is a guest. Don't be surprised if you don't obey the abbot's decree."
Fang Yu turned to look at Kangxi and saw his miserable expression. He thought to himself: "You said that I am not the abbot here and cannot ask you to open the door. Then it would be easy for me to ask the abbot of this temple to open the door."
Just as he was about to turn around and call the abbot, Kangxi could no longer bear it and suddenly burst into tears.
Fang Yu thought to himself: "If the abbot of this temple comes to open the door, it seems to mean forcing the old prince, so it is better to be soft."
He beat his chest several times with both hands, and then started to cry loudly. He howled and shouted: "I am an orphan without a father and a mother in this world. I am all alone and no one loves me. What fun is there in being a human being?"
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This fake crying was his specialty since he was a child. After crying a few times, tears poured out, and he cried extremely sadly. When Kangxi heard him cry, he couldn't help but be shocked at first, and then started crying again.