Outside a Zen room with flickering dim lights, a slightly nervous voice sounded, startling the two people sitting opposite each other in the Zen room.
An old monk with a kind face was sitting cross-legged on the futon on the kang. He stopped playing with his rosary beads, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the stool opposite, leaning against the table.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if to calm down the tension and uneasiness in his heart, opened his eyes calmly, and asked, "Madam, have the young madam, young master, and young cousin been properly settled?"
"It's ready. As I said, the madam and the young madam won't wake up before noon tomorrow." Perhaps the calm voice of the person inside had a soothing effect, and the voice of the person who answered outside also became calmer.
few.
"Excuse me, Master." The middle-aged man stood up and bowed respectfully to the old monk on the kang.
"The timing is wrong, the general is impatient." The old monk sighed, shook his head, said, and stood up to get off the kang.
"The general also feels that time is a bit tight, but some people can't wait any longer." The middle-aged man said calmly. Li also agreed with the old monk's statement, but things were not something he could decide, nor could manpower change them.
The old monk nodded silently and politely sent the middle-aged man out of the room.
Opening the door, the old monk turned aside to let the middle-aged man go first.
The middle-aged man walked out of the room, turned around, put his hands together and saluted the old monk, and said, "Master, please stay."
The young man who told the news outside the door also followed the middle-aged man and saluted the old monk in a somewhat nondescript manner.
"As fate gathers and fate falls apart, water flows indefinitely. May the benefactor's wishes come true and have a safe journey." The old monk returned the gift and said in a calm voice.
The middle-aged man knows that the meaning of the old monk's words is that the relationship between the two families has ended, and no one owes anything to the other. Whatever happens in the future, good or bad, is all due to one's own dharma.
From now on, we will never have anything to do with each other.
The middle-aged man looked at the kind-hearted old monk with complicated eyes, opened his mouth, and finally nodded.
Perhaps, this is the best.
The old monk stood at the door of his room, fiddling with the rosary beads in his hand. He watched with deep eyes the middle-aged man leading the young man away from his courtyard door until he disappeared behind the flower wall of the arch. The old monk let out a long sigh again.
The old monk retracted his gaze and looked up at the heavy night sky. His figure remained motionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Only the speed at which he fiddled with the string of beads in his hand no longer seemed to be uniform, but changed from fast to slow.
The middle-aged man in the front yard came to a nice carriage and took the lantern held by the person next to him. He stepped forward to lift the curtain and looked around the carriage to make sure that everyone in the carriage was sleeping soundly.
He breathed a sigh of relief and returned the lantern in his hand to Tokigata.
"Where are the maids and servants? Have they been dealt with?" the middle-aged man asked in a natural manner.
"Well, it was buried cleanly in the deserted stone ditch behind the temple. It was covered with stones. If you don't remove the stones, you won't find that the soil underneath has been disturbed." The young man who had gone to the Zen room to call for people came forward and replied.
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Obviously, the middle-aged people's treatment means that those maids and servants will never have the chance to see the sun rise tomorrow.
The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, looked up at the night sky, and asked, "It's already halfway through the second watch. Have the lights in the surrounding villages been turned off?"
"After the first watch, most of them have been put out. There are not many lights that last until the second watch. People in the nearby village should be fast asleep now." The young man replied.
The middle-aged man nodded and ordered, "Leave quietly and try not to make any noise."
The young man responded and ran to explain to his people. Everyone immediately took action. The bridge horses, with two carriages and two carts, walked towards the slowly opening temple gate.
The young monk who was responsible for opening the door went out first after opening the door. He stood at the door and looked around carefully to see if there was anything unusual. Then he re-entered the temple door and nodded to the middle-aged man beside the door to signal everything.
As usual, you can go.
The middle-aged man nodded, waved to the people behind him, and asked everyone to leave quietly.
Fang Yiai and others hid in the darkness, watching quietly as those people came out of Guanyun Temple and poked their heads out.
Through the dim light coming from the temple, Fang Yiai's eyes were fascinated when she saw the general outline of the middle-aged man in charge.
This middle-aged man's body shape and facial contour were somewhat familiar to Fang Yiai.
After thinking about it carefully, I remembered that this person seemed to be one of the several people sent by Hou Luanpei to hunt him outside his village, with Hou Junji's tacit approval!
Although he had not met this person in person for so many years, it did not prevent Fang Yiai, who had an extraordinary memory, from recognizing this person and identifying him as a member of Hou Junji.
Since the person in charge of the command is from Hou Junji, then these people should be Hou Junji's secret staff.
Hou Junji requested an order to go on an expedition, but his purpose was indeed impure.
"The carriage of the Marquis Mansion? How come the guards of the Marquis Mansion are mixed up with those people dressed as traveling merchants?" Fang Qi whispered beside Fang Yiai.
"The things on the two carts at the back seem to be very heavy." Qian Zheng came over and stared at the two carts coming out of the temple behind the Marquis's carriage and whispered.
The cart is full of things, and the top is covered with cloth, which covers the things on the cart so tightly that people can't even guess what's inside.
If it is as I guessed, then there is only one kind of thing hidden under the weight of these two carts..."
"Silver!" Fang Yiai whispered two words in his mouth, only loud enough for Fang Qi and Qian Zheng beside him to hear.
Qian Zheng nodded in agreement and said nothing.
Fang Qi glanced at Fang Yiai in astonishment, and said in astonishment, "Yin? Is it possible that Hou Junji wants to imitate King Qi?"
Immediately, I felt that my idea was a bit nonsense, because no matter from that aspect, if Hou Junji wanted to echo the King of Qi and rebel, there was no chance of winning. Hou Junji seemed to be quite shrewd on weekdays, so he should not be so
Are you too stupid to see the situation clearly?
"Isn't it possible? He has lived enough? He even wants to take the life of his little one?" Looking at Fang Yiai's face that had not changed, Fuasaki said in a stunned tone.
"Almost." Fang Yiai said. While studying, he saw the horses pulling the second cart appearing at the gate of Guanyun Temple. Fang Yiai gestured to the people around him, at the same time he put an arrow on the bowstring and shot through the air.
He looked at the horse pulling the cart behind him.
"It's bad there's an ambush!" Hearing the sound of the arrow piercing the air, the middle-aged man's face changed and he shouted..." He quickly reacted and slashed towards the arc where the sound of the arrow pierced the air came from, but only the tail of the arrow was hit.
, the long arrow arrived at the target just as Fang Yiai thought.
As soon as he finished speaking, the horses whined loudly, and the horses pulling in front of the cart behind them fell down with a long arrow piercing their eyes and piercing their brains.
The horse fell to the ground, and the cart swayed along with it. The heavy body of the horse caused it to tilt to one side, blocking most of the gate of Guanyun Temple.
Following Fang Yiai's arrow came a shower of arrows.
After a round of continuous shooting, the middle-aged man's men who were exposed in the open space in front of Guanyun Temple suddenly lost a lot of money.
Following the rain of arrows, Fang Yiai and others came down the mountain like tigers with ferocious force.
Hearing the noise coming from the front, the old monk standing motionless at the door of the room had panic in his eyes, and then a sad look appeared on his face.
With a sigh, the old monk calmly adjusted his clothes, held his rosary, and walked towards the main hall in front of him.
After the old monk left the room, the door of the only wardrobe in the Zen room opened.
Then a little head popped out of the closet, looked around, and found that no one was really there this time, so he stepped out of the closet.
"Dad is right. Many monks are kind on the surface, but they may be doing something secretly."
After the first child came out, another small figure appeared, whistling and cooing in a low voice.
Under the light, I saw that these two ordinary-looking children were not the Jin Qi and Jin Lin that the Fang family was searching for, so who were they?
"Keep your voice down! Get out of here quickly. If they come back later, we'll be in trouble." Jin Qi said with panic on his face, but still managed to remain calm. He always remembered that he was an older brother and had to take good care of his younger brother.
Jin Lin nodded, with a look of excitement in his eyes, obviously not wondering whether the current situation would be dangerous like Jin Qi.
Jin Qi and Jin Lin looked outside the Zen room and found that there was no one outside. They quickly slipped out of the old monk's Zen room, pressed against the corner, and moved little by little outside the courtyard.
"Brother, tell me, is dad here?" The nervousness of hiding and eavesdropping in the old monk's Zen room eased. Hearing the sound of fighting outside, Jin Lin tugged on Jin Qi's clothes, curious and hopeful.
asked.
"Shut up!" Jin Qi said angrily, "He is not our father!"
"Brother." Jin Lin timidly looked at his compatriot brother who was angry with him, not understanding why he was so angry.
Wasn't he just like me at the beginning, Xiao's father was his biological father? Why did the eldest brother feel something was wrong yesterday after sister Diewu said that he was his father in front of everyone?
First, he told his father that he wanted to move back to the small courtyard to live alone, and then he ran away from home with himself. He came to such a place and heard such a fatal secret conversation.
He really didn't understand what his elder brother was angry with.
Anyway, in his opinion, the eldest brother is a bit unreasonable, and he must help his father keep an eye on the eldest brother before his father finds him, so that nothing happens to him.
As for taking care of the matter of educating my eldest brother, well, it’s better to leave it to dad later.
After all, the two of them are still children. Once their attention is diverted, they can no longer pay attention to their surroundings as before and forget about their situation.
"Little thieves! Who are you?"
Although there was a big battle ahead, the temple still carefully arranged for monks to patrol, just in case, and two monks just happened to see Jin Qi and Jin Lin's figure leaning against the wall.
【To be continued
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