Kangxi nodded. Fang Yu suddenly became frightened and said, "Your Majesty, this slave is really tight-lipped... and so on. He knows that the matter is of great importance, and he has not even revealed a word in his dreams."
Kangxi said: "You can't tell me, but I can trust you. Yulin and Xingdian certainly can't tell either. Even if Abbot Huicong and Master Chengguang of Shaolin Temple have guessed something, they are virtuous monks who will never tell anyone anything."
Confess, after all calculations, there is only that... that old... old ***."
Fang Yu said: "Yes! Yes! It must be this old... old..."
Kangxi pondered: "She was hiding a man pretending to be a palace maid in Cining Palace. I saw that with my own eyes. Of course she was worried that the matter would be exposed. She killed Empress Duanjing, and her father hated her to the bone. Although he became a monk,
It is better to send Hai Tianfu back to the palace to investigate the matter.
You know the details, and you are by my side. Huh, how can this old *** sleep? She has to kill my father. Only by murdering my father, murdering me, and then killing you can she get the chance.
Safety."
Fang Yu thought to himself: "The old woman has colluded with the Shenlong Sect for a long time. Since she knew that the old emperor was not dead, she must have gone to report to Master Hong. It seems that these lamas came to Mount Wutai and were related to Master Hong."
It's just that he himself became the White Dragon Envoy of the Shenlong Sect, so he couldn't mention this to the emperor.
Kangxi saw his expression was different and asked, "What?"
Fang Yu hurriedly said: "I thought... I thought... Your Majesty's conjecture is absolutely correct. It must be the old... Queen Mother who said it. There can be no one else but her."
Kangxi stretched out his hand and slapped the table hard, gritting his teeth and said: "After this *** killed my biological mother, it also caused my father to become a monk, making me a fatherless and motherless person.
I...I wish I could cut this woman into pieces with a thousand knives, but I can't get rid of the hatred in my heart. But...but my father wants me not to embarrass her, so what should I do?"
Fang Yu thought to himself: "The old emperor doesn't allow you to kill the old woman, but he doesn't allow me to kill her. Even if he doesn't allow me to kill, I am the abbot, so I can only give orders to him, and I don't have to listen to his orders. But it doesn't work to explain this matter clearly.
Already."
Fang Yu said: "Your Majesty, don't worry. This Queen Mother has done many evil things and will not end well in the end. Your Majesty, just open your eyes and ears and wait."
Kangxi was so smart that he already understood what he meant. He stared at him for a long time, nodded and said, "Yes, this guy has done many evil things and will not end well in the end."
He paced back and forth in the sutra room and said: "The immediate plan is to prevent the lamas from offending my father again. It is best for us to send a reliable person to be the living Buddha of Tibet.
With all the lamas in the world under his control, there will be no future troubles at that time. However, the living Buddhas of Tibet are reincarnated, so the ones sent by the emperor may not be able to do it, so how can they think of a way..."
When Fang Yu heard this, he was so frightened that he lost his mind and said to himself: "I am pretending to be a young lama today, don't let the fake become the real thing. Once the emperor's golden mouth comes out, it will be difficult to recover, but you have to be the first to do so."
He hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, this Tibetan Living Buddha, this servant will never do it."
Kangxi laughed heartily and said, "You are so clever. What's wrong with being a living Buddha in Tibet? The area he manages is larger than Wu Sangui's Yunnan. Being a living Buddha is the king of Tibet."
Fang Yu waved his hands repeatedly and said: "I would rather be a guard by your side. Once you become a living Buddha, it will be difficult to be with you again. I won't be the King of Tibet or Ksitigarbha."
These few words are not lies. He and Kangxi have been together for a long time. The two are similar in age, and they talk with each other. Although one is a young emperor and the other is a young guard, they are like good friends. If they were separated far away, they would really
Neither can bear to part with it.
Kangxi laughed and said, "Can you talk nonsense about Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's name?"
He opened the door, walked out, and said to Can Bingzhu and Duolong: "You two are good at doing things, and I will reward you."
Canbingzhu and Duolong were overjoyed and kowtowed to express their gratitude.
Kangxi said: "Lian Zou believes in Buddhism. Sure enough, in the past few years, with the blessing of Bodhisattvas, the country is safe and all people are happy. Xiaobao is here as my substitute, and he has become a monk on my behalf. He has done great service."
Fang Yu also kowtowed to thank him.
Kangxi said: "Now that Xiaobao's term as my substitute has expired, he will follow me back to Beijing. It will be Can Bingzhu's turn to become a monk for two years.
But I am not a monk, but a great lama of Mount Wutai.
You select a thousand capable officers and sergeants of the Qiaoqi Battalion to become lamas with you. They will be stationed in ten large lamaseries on the mountain. During the period when the troops become monks, their salaries will be doubled and there will be other gifts."
Can Bingzhu was startled, but even though she was reluctant, she had no choice but to thank her.
Kangxi said: "If you want others to know about your good deeds, you are not really good. You are told to keep this matter secret and not to leak it. Otherwise, military law will be engaged in, and there will be no lenient loans. Duolong locked up all the lamas in Mount Wutai and brought them back to Beijing and imprisoned them.
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Send someone to inform the living Buddha, saying that the emperor has invited these lamas to promote Buddhism and preach the doctrine clearly. After seven or eight years, when Buddhism has flourished, he will send them back to Tibet."
When he said something, Can Bingzhu and Duo Lung responded.
Fang Yu was overjoyed: "I escaped and no longer have to be a monk."
He thought again: "Will these lamas still be able to return home in another seventy or eighty years? They boldly offended the old emperor, and the emperor was generous and did not kill their heads. Imprisoning them for a lifetime would be a big bargain."
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Kangxi said again: "Fang Yu, I will promote you to the rank of Qi Qi Zheng Huang Pu Xutong, and you will also serve as the deputy general manager of the imperial guards. Can Bingzhu, your great lama has done a good job. After returning to the capital, I will send you to other provinces to be the admiral."
Both of them thanked me again.
Fang Yu didn't think much of it either. He thought that the chief and deputy chiefs were all the same thing.
But Can Bingzhu liked it very much. There were so many high-ranking officials in the capital that even the Xiaoqi camp could not win the emperor's trust. There were eight commanders in the Xiaoqi battalion alone, and each of the Eight Banners had a commander-in-chief.
When they see Prince Beile and Duke Beizi, they have to kneel down and say hello. Apart from salary and silver, they don't have much money. Once they are sent to other provinces to serve as admirals, they will be prestigious and have a lot of money.
It was already dawn, and Kangxi ordered him to go to Qingliang Temple to worship Buddha.
When we arrived outside the temple, we saw that swords and guns were thrown all over the ground, and the stones in the grass were spattered with stains. This shows that there was a fierce battle to capture the lamas last night, and the fighting was really fierce.
Kangxi went to the temple to pay homage to Tathagata and Manjushri Bodhisattva, so he went back to the small temple in Shunzhi for Zen meditation. He saw charred wood and bricks, and the small temple had long been burned down.
Kangxi was secretly frightened: "If my father had not escaped last night, he would have been burned in the temple. I...I..."
He didn't dare to think any further for a moment, so he ordered Suo'etu to donate two thousand taels of silver to rebuild the small temple. He knew that his father did not want to make a big deal out of it, so it was inconvenient to give him more money.
Back at the Main Hall, all the Shaolin monks came to meet them. They saw that the young benefactor had many followers and was very impressive. He must have a great background, maybe he was Prince Baylor.
Although the group of monks did not follow the trend, they all clasped their hands to thank him for donating huge sums of money and rebuilding the small temple. Chengtong and others could not tell that many of the followers pretending to be pilgrims had martial arts skills.
Kangxi came to the place where his father became a monk. He went there if he didn't want to, and said, "I want to stay in Baosha for three or five days, but I don't know how to do it?"
Fang Yudao: "The great benefactor has come, and I cannot ask for it..."
Suddenly there was a loud bang, and sand poured down one after another. A hole had been pierced on the top of the Main Hall. The white shadow shook, and a white object fell straight down. It was a monk in white clothes, holding a long sword, and quickly
He rushed towards Kangxi and shouted: "Today I will avenge the Emperor of Heaven!"
Kangxi retreated hurriedly. Duolong, Can Bingzhu, Prince Kang, etc. were beside the emperor and were frightened because they did not carry weapons, so they all rushed towards the man.
The man's left sleeve was waving rapidly, and an extremely powerful wind blew out. Duolong and seven or eight other people were unable to stand steadily and fell backward at the same time.
Cheng Xin, Cheng Guang and others shouted in unison: "Don't hurt others." They took action to stop him.
The monk flicked his robe sleeves again, and all the monks of the Cheng family in Shaolin Temple used their unique skills to turn him away. However, the monks' tiger claw hands, dragon claw hands, flower grasping hands, dragon catching skills, etc., could not catch this person.
people.
The monks were astonished and all thought: "There is such a person in the world!"
The monk in white didn't stop, and thrust his sword at Kangxi. Kangxi had his back against the Buddha's altar table and could no longer retreat.
Fang Yu jumped up quickly and stood in front of Kangxi. With a pop, the tip of the sword pierced his chest. The sword bent but did not penetrate.
Fang Yu felt severe pain in his chest. He had already pulled out the dagger and stabbed it at
With his hand, he swung his hand back and cut the enemy's sword into two pieces.
The white-robed monk was stunned.
Cheng Guan shouted: "Don't hurt my uncle!" He slapped his right shoulder with his left palm.
The monk in white threw away the broken sword and blocked it with his palm. Cheng Guan felt hot blood surge in his chest, and stars were popping up in front of his eyes.
The monk in white praised: "Good work!"
Seeing that there were so many masters around, he was even more shocked that the sword just now could not penetrate the little monk's body. He did not dare to fight at the moment. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed Fang Yu's collar. Suddenly he pulled himself up and jumped from the top of the hall.
The hole escaped.
It went down very fast. There were thirty Shaolin masters in the sky above the hall, and no one had time to stop him.
Cheng Xin, Cheng Guang and others rushed up from the hole, but they saw the white shadow on the mountain behind shaking, and they were already more than ten feet away. This man's lightness and strength were really unbelievable.
The group of monks saw that they could not catch up, but the abbot of the temple was captured. They had to chase him even if he could not catch up. The thirty-six monks shouted and chased him. In the blink of an eye, the white figure had climbed over the mountain col.
Fang Yu was carried and moved quickly, as if he were flying through the clouds and mist. Big trees passed by him. He felt like he was running higher and higher. He felt unspeakable fear in his heart: "This thief Bald can't kill me with one sword. He must be so big."
Not convinced. He wants to use another method. Let’s see if I, a little bald thief, will die if I’m thrown from a high mountain.”
As expected, the monk in white suddenly let go and threw Fang Yu down.
Fang Yu yelled and landed on the ground with his vest, but it turned out that he fell to the ground.
The monk in white looked at him coldly and said, "I heard that the Shaolin sect has a magical body-protecting skill that is invulnerable to weapons and bullets. I never thought that a little monk like you could do it."
Fang Yu was slightly surprised when he heard the person's voice was clear and delicate, and when he looked at the person's face, he saw a snow-white face with melon seeds, curved eyebrows, and sad eyes. She turned out to be a very beautiful woman.
She was in her thirties, but she had a shaved head and a scar on her head. She turned out to be a nun.