Bojie shook the 'Ji Cha Khenpo' in his hand and asked the national master: "How is it?"
It was a human skin, and it should be a human skin that the Imperial Master did not recognize. However, he sighed deeply and nodded: "It is indeed a treasure."
Bojie asked: "How much do you think it's worth?"
Yan Ding asked back: "Are you willing to sell?"
Bojie laughed: "As long as the price is right, there is nothing I won't sell."
Yan Ding raised a finger and said slowly: "One article."
Bojie frowned, but there was still a smile in his tone: "A good disciple, is he worth a lot of money in your eyes? If he knew about it, he would be disheartened, and I'm afraid he won't follow you again in his next life."
Yan Ding calmly replied: "Monkhoods are all worthless. The most worthless thing is this stinky skin. A big penny is a lot. I paid this price because I just think it's too ugly to say 'worthless'. As for the next life... I don't need to follow him."
I, I will go and make oxen and horses for him to repay his kindness."
Bojie still seemed unwilling to give in: "A big sum of money is really too little. It's not enough for wages and materials..." Before he could finish speaking, Yan Ding added: "If you include the hard work I spent on him,
It is simply a priceless treasure, but it is a pity that all that is left is a skin, which is worthless."
Bojie waved his hand, reluctantly giving up his love: "That's it, sell it, who made you and I fall in love."
Yan Dingzhen took out a penny from his body and threw it to Ouda aside. Then he took the human skin from the hands of the living Buddha, carefully folded it and put it back into the package.
After making a deal, Bojie seemed very happy and asked Yan Ding: "Is there anything else?" But it was clear that he was the seller.
Yan Ding laughed and did not answer Bojie, but turned back to look at Wu Da.
Uda only felt a buzzing sound in his head... He saw clearly that when he made a 'deal' just now, Khenpo Jicha, one of the two closest confidants of the Great Living Buddha, turned out to be a disciple of Master Yan, and was secretly punished by the Great Living Buddha after he discovered it.
Skinning and capital punishment, this human skin was sold for only a large sum of money, so it was a loss-making business, but Bojie's warning was very clear, and it was also a loud slap on Yan Ding's face. Now.
The master asked, "Is there anything else?" Yan Ding looked at him, and it was obvious what he meant.
Not even a child would be fooled by such low-level sowing discord, but don't forget that the Great Living Buddha is known throughout the world for being "narrow-minded." If others don't suspect him, he might have a grudge against him.
Wu Da glared at Yan Ding and snorted coldly, but said nothing. The Great Living Buddha smiled at Yan Ding and said, "Why are you so stingy than me? I won't say any more, it's almost dawn.
I won’t have time to chat in the morning class, so go back and have a good rest. If you’re bored, come and chat with me anytime.”
Yan Ding didn't talk nonsense, stuffed the human skin bundle into Straw, lifted him up with one arm, and said goodbye. Straw's injury was not serious, but under the personal care of the imperial master, and he was also a very human being, he could move without any hindrance at this moment.
, was able to walk on his own, but he was not allowed to speak. The Imperial Master's hand holding his arm tightened slightly, indicating that he did not need to refuse...
The two of them had just walked towards the entrance of the main hall when the Great Living Buddha suddenly stopped them again: "There is something that is beyond my control, but I am really worried... I am worried for the Imperial Master, and I am worried for the Imperial Master's Dayan, even if
You scold me for being troublesome, but I still have to ask you: How do you plan to guard against the Dog Rong?"
According to the calculations of the two people, war will break out in the Yan Kingdom soon. There will be an invasion of foreign troops and a rebellion by Buddhists inside. A great opportunity is in front of us. How can the Dog Rong sit idly by and ignore it? The 100,000 soldiers and horses mobilized by the Wolf Lord to raid the Uighurs are just a feint.
, has little to do with national power and military strength. It is almost certain that if the Yan Kingdom is in chaos, the Wolf Lord will definitely mobilize his army to go south again to grab a benefit for himself.
"The Living Buddha has forgotten, Dayan is not mine yet." Yan Ding turned around and responded easily. He wanted to rebel, and what he wanted was chaos. It would be more beneficial for him to attack Yan with dogs and soldiers.
some.
"The Imperial Master is not afraid. Is it easy to lure a wolf and drive it away?" Bojie's expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
Yan Ding laughed: "If Jingtai doesn't die, I won't have a tomorrow... How can a person who doesn't even have breakfast care about what to have for lunch?" After saying that, he said goodbye again and left Jinding to return to the inn. After the two left, Bo became a couple.
Ouda happened to be standing by and gave a few instructions in Tubo dialect. The latter immediately stood up, with a happy expression on his old face, and went down to do his errands.
…
Straw lay on the ground for a long time, feeling quite energetic. As he walked, he asked, "Uncle, I don't understand. When you saw Bo Jie, were you a little too...too..."
"Too pretentious?" Yan Ding knew what he wanted to ask, so he answered with a smile and asked, "Why did we come to Jinding to see the Living Buddha?" Both of them had good cultivation and their voices were well controlled.
It's just right, my mouth only speaks to your ears. The monks who are leading the way in front of you and serving behind you only know that they are talking, but can't hear a word. What's more, when the two of them talk, they use the mountain slang of Brother Amber, let alone rough.
Even the Tubo people who were born and raised in Dayan couldn't understand what they were saying.
It seemed like a simple question, but Huang Cao was speechless. When he wanted to answer, he realized that... Yes, why did he meet Bo Jie? In the past, there were letters, about the ghost army, borrowing troops, treating guests, etc.
All the minor matters have been settled. This time, you will show off and I will follow the rules. After a fight, we will talk about the business. Nothing particularly new or important was found, but everyone confirmed it with their own mouths.
On the contrary, the Great Living Buddha gained a lot. He got a loan book worth one million gold from the Imperial Master and sold him a human skin worth only one penny.
"Nothing can be finalized without a meeting, but this time we have to meet. Not only today, but during my stay in Renka City, I don't know how many times I will be summoned by Bojie. He is not interested in chatting with me.
There is nothing more serious to say, but we still have to meet frequently, and the reason is just two words: Zhengxin. Bojie believes that Jingtai and I have become incompatible, and that I want to rebel, but he does not believe in me."
Until the Wanggu ghost soldiers invade Dayan and the Tibetan elite soldiers enter the Yan territory, Yanding will stay in Renka City. This is something he and Bojie have agreed on long ago.
"I don't care about the airs Bojie puts on, the prestige he exudes, as well as the money and random requests for borrowing books. But from today until the matter is settled, I must have an 'appearance' in front of the living Buddha.
.I am now a destitute national master who is at the end of his rope and still has the airs. He still regards himself as a person and thinks that this deal is beneficial to both parties... So I have to worry about small things; but if it is really important things that are important.
, I have to grit my teeth and endure my anger, not daring to really offend my last support. To put it bluntly, I have to get into the act, maybe I can’t dispel Bo Jie’s concerns, but at least I can’t let him add new suspicions. "
The Imperial Master is not greedy and has never thought that he can truly win Bojie's trust. It is enough for him as long as Bojie does not add new doubts and allows things to continue to proceed according to plan.
Straw stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "I guess I understand, the fallen Imperial Master looks like a fallen Imperial Master." After laughing twice, he asked again: "The dogs, soldiers and wolves took advantage of the chaos to attack us, how about you?"
Is there any way to deal with it?"
"In order to deal with Tubo, I let the Quanrong occupy half of my country. Would you do such a thing?" Although it was a question, the tone was not harsh. It was more like an elder's joke to an inexperienced junior: "If not
As long as I can hold back the Quanrong, I won’t have to waste time and effort with Tubo to do these things.”
Straw asked curiously: "How do you always hold Quanrong back?"
"There are more than just the Quanrong clan on the grassland." The Imperial Master smiled and said it in one sentence without giving a detailed explanation. He had no intention of saying more, so of course Straw would not continue to ask questions in a lengthy manner, and pinched the human skin in his hand.
Bao Bao, with a slightly hesitant look on his face, was unsure whether his next question would make the Imperial Master angry.
Just by looking at his expression and movements, Yan Ding knew what he wanted to ask, and without using any straw, he said calmly: "This is also a calculated thing, but I am not happy with this matter. You don't need to say more."
Asked."
At this time, Daocao suddenly felt that there was a small medicine bottle in his hand. No need to ask, the uncle secretly stuffed it into it. Yan Ding continued: "After we go down the mountain later, you can't go back to the inn. Find an opportunity to escape by yourself."
The wound is on your hand, and he has been acting stingy all day long. He will probably not stop there, beating gongs and drums in front of you on the golden roof. If he doesn't do anything, he will definitely send someone to the inn later to kill you.
If I push it on the bandits and rebels, it's a done deal and I can't say anything. He can do such a thing. How about it, can you do it yourself?"
The Imperial Guard cannot leave the family's territory. Even if they are extremely capable, they cannot cope with the waves of assassinations and cannot protect the straw.
Straw laughed. Invisibility was his specialty, and there was no obvious difference in appearance between the Tibetans and the Han people, so escaping on his own would not be difficult.
The two of them quietly agreed on their contact information, and Yan Ding said seriously to Huang Cao: "I'm very sorry. Taking you to the palace is actually putting you in danger. No matter how much I protect you, it's safer not to let you come... But I
No way, when we first met, there had to be a buffer between me and Bo Jie, otherwise I would be too passive."
It was then that Huang Cao suddenly realized that he didn't pay much attention to the rules and said in surprise: "I also thought that you always take me to the palace to let me gain experience. Are you using me as a target?"
The Imperial Master first repeated the words 'I'm so sorry', and then said: "I won't let you take the risk in vain. You will make up for it when you go back. Let's talk about it. Do you want a good weapon, or do you want to learn a few skills?"
A poisonous recipe?”
Straw blinked his eyes and turned into a playful smile again: "It's my duty to help my uncle, so I can't ask for rewards. Just after you go home, can you always tell the master that he has set another important task for me before?
In fact, I don’t think the rules are very appropriate, so it would be best to abolish them.”
Yan Ding wondered: "Are there any rules? What rules?"
"Master said that I can't be close to women until I'm twenty-four years old. It's not because of the exercises. He's afraid that my mind will be unstable and I'll get into trouble because of women... I know he's doing it for my own good, but he's really too worried about it. I've just
Twenty-two, I have to wait for more than two years..."
Yan Ding burst out laughing before he could finish his ramblings: "There's no need to ask Xiao Fei. I'll help you get rid of these bastard rules now, but you're not allowed to mess around until the injury on your waist is healed."
Straw was suddenly overjoyed... At about this time, Wu Da returned to the main hall, knelt down in front of Bo Jie again, and said respectfully: "Disciple has come to return to life. The manpower has been arranged. The warriors have been refitted and set off. We are just waiting for the little demon.
Let’s do it when we get back to the inn.”
Yan Ding expected everything to be true, even if it was just to keep his reputation as "stingy", Bojie would not let straw go.
Bojie nodded. Killing straw was just a trivial matter, so he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he asked Uda: "What do you think of this Shengjing monk?"
Wu Da would try his best to think about any question from his master. He frowned and carefully recalled the entire process from Yan Ding's visit to the palace to his departure, and then he answered seriously: "Hateful."
It seems that the disciple's answer after careful consideration is just this: "It's strange that a traitor is not hateful. I'm asking you, is he suspicious?"
Wu Da wanted to recall it again, but Bojie couldn't bear it and waved his hand impatiently: "To put it bluntly, it is useless to think about this kind of thing."
Wu Da didn't dare to think any more and actually responded: "If it's suspicious... the disciple has never noticed it."
Bo Jie said: "Are you saying good things for him?"
This question was really serious. How could Uda bear it? He raised his head in shock, but the living Buddha shook his head again and said: "It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, as long as it's the truth."
Unlike ordinary disciples and servants, Uda did not follow the words of the Great Living Buddha to emphasize that what he had just said was the truth. He knew that the Great Living Buddha liked 'piety', and trust in the Master was 'piety', and he did not need to
Even the Great Living Buddha doesn't like to argue.
Uda kowtowed three times respectfully and said nothing more. The Great Living Buddha changed the topic and said, "Aren't you curious about Khenpo Kichak?"
Uda answered truthfully: "I want to ask, but I don't dare to ask."
"Khenpo Kiccha is smarter than you and more flexible than you. He is a good helper. I always thought he was good and didn't think there was anything suspicious about him before. But recently, I have been in contact with Shengjing more and something is wrong with him. Every time
Every time I talked about Imperial Master Yan with him, intentionally or unintentionally, he would always criticize some of the things about Shengjing, and repeatedly reminded me to be careful of falling into the other party's tricks." Bo Jie smiled when he spoke, but there was no smile in his eyes.
, whoever finds out that his most effective assistant is a traitor will not be really happy: "At first glance, he is wary of Shengjing, for my own good... But there is a limit to everything. Once the line is crossed, it is...
Too much is not enough."
"It would be suspicious if one of my men always said good things about Sheng Jing; but he always said bad things about Sheng Jing without reason. After listening to it for a long time, I would inevitably think: He is afraid that I will think that he and Sheng Jing are very different.
Is it better? Then I will give it a try and check it out... The result is that a good Kichak Khenpo, who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people on the huge plateau, has turned into a piece of skin."
The Great Living Buddha sighed deeply, made hand seals and murmured a mantra to calm his mood and relieve his depression.
After a long while, Bojie waved to Uda: "Is there anything else? If not, just step back."
Wu Da hesitated for a moment: "Disciple, there is one more thing, that borrowed book... Master should keep a closer eye on it. Disciple thought that he was allowed to delay for too long. Considering Sheng Jing's character..."
"Are you afraid that he will default on the loan?" Bo Jie laughed: "Forcing him to write a letter to borrow a book is not for money at all. It is just an extra handle and a test: there is a thank you note, there is a loan book, Yan Guo
The matter of the master's betrayal of the Yan Kingdom is truly confirmed; why doesn't Sheng Jing understand this truth? If he had not really reached the end of his rope, he would never have written this loan."
Just as he said this, the morning bells on the golden roof sounded melodiously, the sky broke at dawn, and the world of Middle-earth, which had been silent for a night, woke up again.
Contrary to Dayan and Tubo, there are no morning bells and evening drums in Nanli territory, but drums are played at dawn and bells are rung at night. When the bells of other countries are ringing, the drums in Nanli territory are rumbling, and there are also morning drums in Yanziping fiefdom, but
There was no sound this morning... Last night, Ren Churong sent an order to seal the city, and no drums were allowed to be played at dawn, so as not to disturb his sister's rest.
But even though there were no drums this morning and the city was completely silent, the little catcher still woke up.
Ren Xiaozai, who was born to be a sleepyhead, lost too much blood and was weak, and also took sleeping pills, only slept for half the night before she woke up. She had something on her mind and was thinking about someone, so she couldn't sleep anymore.
The wound was very painful, and she couldn't muster any strength in her body, but she still had to do it quickly, she couldn't wait. Ren Xiaoqiao calmed her mind, tried to concentrate all her energy, and started her divination...
Ren Churong didn't know what her sister was doing. She waited outside the door all night, feeling lethargic and drowsy. Suddenly, a "dong" sound came from the house, which woke her up. She hurriedly got up and entered the house, opened the door and took a look.
, my sister fell from the couch to the ground for some reason.
Ren Xiaozai's face was filled with misery and tears were streaming down his face. She had a 'foretelling of the future', but this time, she didn't see anything. She couldn't see anything about Song Yang, nothing!
Chu Rong was shocked, and hurriedly called his servants to put the young man on the bed again, and summoned the doctor to come.
When she saw the third sister, Xiao Zai shed even more tears, but she didn't tell the truth. She gritted her teeth, shed tears, and choked with sobs: "I hurt, it hurts me to death."
It really hurts like hell.
Just like Chu Rong didn't dare to think about what Xiao Fu would do when she learned about his death, so he didn't dare to tell her the truth, Xiao Zai didn't know how to tell Chu Rong what he saw... Even though Xiao Zai knew that the third sister
She knew something, but she still couldn't ask or tell her. The result was too terrible. She would rather live in a nightmare forever in this life than Xiao Zai, let alone face it head-on.
I really wanted to hold my sister and cry, but Ren Churong had to persist and forced a smile: "You can't even sleep well...you can't stand the pain the most..." Tears are the most difficult thing to hold back, and Ren Churong also burst into tears,
I can't say any more.
The doctor came and took a look. Fortunately, the fall did not break the wound.
After a while, Xiao Zai's breathing was steady and he seemed to have fallen asleep again. Everyone left the room. Only Xiao Zai knew that she was awake. She put all her thoughts into it and found two reasons: The grassland is too far away from Yanziping.
My ability is not that great, so I can't see it; I'm injured and don't have enough energy, so I can't see it.
It's just that I can't see it, it's not that he's not there.
Unfortunately, even if he found a reason, he still couldn't comfort himself. He let Xiao Zai cry but didn't dare to speak out.
Xiao Quan's prophecy, Liu Er's closeness with birds, and Xiao Qi's talent for horse-reading, all of which cannot be explained, but they are real. The world is mysterious, and not everything can be explained by a systematic theory, so Xiao Qi
What the police don't know is that she 'can't see' Song Yang simply because he has lost his memory... The Song Yang of today is not the Xiao Wuzuo, the Qishi of Nanli, or the Marquis of Changchun in the past.
Before her memory was restored, Song Yang was no longer Song Yang. Her efforts to find the former Song Yang were in vain.