Yan Mu came out of Jingchuanyuan here. Because he had a lame leg, he walked very slowly. He first went to the wine shop to make a pot of wine, and staggered while drinking.

Someone followed him behind him. He walked into an alley and turned around inside. He realized that there was no one behind him. He couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth.

Turning into a secret yard, Yan Mu locked the door casually.

"Master, only one person is saved." Jiang Yuan walked over and said.

Yan Mu nodded and walked into the house. He saw a man dressed in a scholar sitting on a chair and covering his face and crying. He was in a mess, and his boots were worn out. It was obvious that he had arrived here after a long journey. He probably hadn't breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, I am a scholar, but I have experienced these things and have collapsed now.

Yan Mu walked over and kicked the scholar on the chair. With a clang, the scholar stopped crying and looked up at Yan Mu in panic.

"Are you crying for yourself or for your companions?" he asked.

When talking about companions, the scholar couldn't help but cry, "They are my childhood friends, classmates, and friends. They died one by one in front of me. Brother Lingjun... also blocked a sword for me and asked me to run away quickly. There were twelve of us in a group, and now I am the only one left. What's the use of leaving me? It's better to die with them."

Jiang Yuan poured a cup of hot tea for the scholar and asked him to drink a little tea to relieve it.

When the scholar recovered, Jiang Yuan asked him to tell him what was going on.

It turned out that the scholar and the other eleven were all candidates who took the exam this year, but when they registered their academic status in Yuzhou, they found that they had already obtained military status two years ago.

But even though they were all studying in the academy, how could they join the army? It was obviously because the government made a mistake. But the government ignored such an obvious mistake and only said that they could not participate in the autumn examination.

They studied hard for more than ten years in order to participate in the autumn examination and take the high school entrance examination, but they couldn't take the exam because of such a mistake?

They refused to accept it and sued Yuzhou Government Office, but were detained for half a month for provoking trouble.

Unable to seek justice in the Yuzhou area, they made an appointment to come to Beijing to file a lawsuit. The troops were hunted down by Yuzhou soldiers along the way, and their companions were killed one by one. They finally realized that this was not simple.

But they did not retreat, and the character and stubbornness of scholars were fully reflected in them. They gritted their teeth and went through a lot of hardships to finally arrive in Jin'an. But they sued Jingzhao Prefecture, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Revenue, but no one accepted the case.

They hadn't expected the darkness of the officialdom.

At this time, there were six people left, and the living people were carrying their missions and their dead companions, and they could not retreat. In a few days it was the day of the Northern Jin Dynasty's sacrifice to the gods, and the emperor would go to Fahua Temple to burn incense. They planned to block the road and complain to the emperor.

But just last night, a group of people broke into their hiding place and killed his companions one by one.

"The next book should be the dead soul under the knife. At the critical moment, the righteous man saved his next life." After speaking, the scholar sighed.

Yan Mu had guessed that since the incident of General Wuwei's salary being exposed, they wanted to wipe the matter clean and would naturally take action, so he asked Jiang Yuan to keep staring at General Wuwei's mansion.

Sure enough, a fish that missed the net was saved.

Yan Mu looked up at the scholar, "Do you still want to seek justice for yourself and your dead companions?"

The scholar nodded quickly, "I wish to fight to the death!"

Yan Mu got up and walked to the scholar, bent down and whispered something.

The scholar widened his eyes, "This..."

"Are you scared?" Yan Mu raised his eyebrows.

"I can't kill innocent people."

"Innocent?" Yan Mu sneered, "What if he is not innocent? If he is guilty of great sin, if you kill him, not only will you do justice for heaven, but you can also achieve great justice?"

The scholar looked at the person in front of him. He obviously did nothing, but a deterrent aura around him made him tremble all over his body.

"Ha, it still takes some means to achieve your goal, right?" Yan Mu straightened his waist, and a vicious flashed in his eyes, "Don't worry, you won't let your hands get bloody."

After coming out of the house, Jiang Yuan ran two steps to follow Yan Mu, "Master, our original plan was to kill Heshuo, why did he suddenly change people?"

Yan Mu sighed, "If you want to leave Beijin, you need to play a bigger game of chess."

"ah?"

His master only wants to kill Heshuo, like a crazy person, never caring about his safety. Why do he feel too worried now?

"Besides, he deserves to die!" Yan Mu said fiercely.

Here Liu Yunxiang came to the Ying Prince's Mansion, and Murong Zhixi's maid led her into the inner room.

"Yun Xiang, you are here, come and sit down."

Murong Zhixi sat on the Nuan Floor and waved to Liu Yunxiang. She was now seven months pregnant and her belly was bulging very high.

Liu Yunxiang walked over and grabbed her hand, "Why are you kneeling?"

"I want to write the golden characters "The Great Compassion Mantra". It's better to sit down and feel uncomfortable, and kneel down."

Only then did Liu Yunxiang see that the table was covered with paper, with words written in gold and ink on it, one by one, one by one, and a very elegant small letter. It was already written next to it in a thick stack.

"How much do you want to write?"

"One hundred times."

Liu Yunxiang hurriedly helped Murong Zhixi sit down and asked her to lean against the soft pillow behind her, "Who asked you to write these?"

Murong Zhixi smiled, "I took on the job myself."

“How to say it?”

"Isn't it a festival of sacrifices in a few days? In our tradition, our wife should write scriptures in golden characters to pray to the gods to protect her husband's health and live a long life. The more she writes, the more sincere she will write."

"So you wrote it to His Highness the King of England?"

Murong Zhixi shook her head, "There are elders in the family, so the younger generation cannot pray for themselves. This is written for the emperor."

Liu Yunxiang couldn't understand, "Didn't you say you wanted your wife to write?"

Murong Zhixi nodded, "I wrote it on behalf of Concubine Ming."

"Concubine Ming?"

"Well, when the Queen Ying's mother passed away, King Ying was still young and was taken as the emperor to raise him. Because of this layer, I often need to go to the palace to pay my respects to Concubine Ming. A few days ago, she said that she had suffered from eye disease and could not write golden Buddhist scriptures for the emperor. As my daughter-in-law, I should share my worries for my mother-in-law, so I took it on myself."

Liu Yunxiang raised her eyebrows, "She agreed?"

"Um."

Liu Yunxiang exhaled, "You, she clearly said it to you on purpose to let you stop this job."

Murong Zhixi smiled, "I'm not that stupid, so I know naturally. But if King Ying is away now, if there is anything, I have to rely on Concubine Ming. Besides, when I copied Buddhist scriptures, I secretly prayed for King Ying."

Murong Zhixi smiled, but she smiled a little reluctantly.

Liu Yunxiang changed his mind, "But what happened to King Ying?"

Murong Zhixi shook her head, but she was really heartbroken and had no choice but to express her feelings. After struggling for a while, she looked at Liu Yunxiang and said, "His Royal Highness Ying sent me a letter the day before yesterday, saying that she had arrived a hundred miles outside Jin'an City. She should have returned to Beijing yesterday, but now there is no news. I am really worried."

A hundred miles outside the city? Liu Yunxiang thought that if the magical rumors in the previous life were true, then King Ying should be somewhere outside the city and was seriously injured.

The ruined temple outside the city...

Liu Yunxiang carefully recalled the rumors he heard in his previous life. After Emperor Ming was saved by the White Tiger God, he built the White Tiger Temple on the basis of the originally dilapidated temple.

The incense of White Tiger Temple is in full swing, and the smoke of incense can suppress the thousand-year-old Fahua Temple.
Chapter completed!