His plan has been going smoothly so far. The old monk Cihang is the only abbot in Luoyang who can be bought with money. Although Lingguang Temple is an ancient temple, it has been in disrepair. Master Cihang has visited many times
He implicitly asked the nobles in the city to get married, but these nobles were too high-minded and only recognized famous temples such as the White Horse Temple. No one paid attention to this remote and difficult-to-reach small temple with a simple Buddhist temple. So when Xue
When Jiu walked into Cihang's meditation room carrying real money and silver, Cihang didn't even pause and decided to follow Xue Jiu's lead.
Dealing with the Yang family is not as difficult as imagined. Mrs. Yang herself is uneasy about the fact that her two sons are about to join the war. Cihang, who became rich overnight, suddenly transformed from a commoner abbot to a national counselor
The elegant old Zen master, Mrs. Yang, who asked a few random questions at the gate of Yang's house, was convinced by him.
First, ask her if anyone in the family has gone crazy recently.
Then he asked her if anyone in the house had come back from the dead.
In order to successfully marry the Zhao family, Yang Yiyi died suddenly and came back to life. Only a few core figures and servants of the Yang family knew about it, and no outsiders knew about it. Pan Zhuqing also found out through Lu Zhuqing.
Therefore, Mrs. Yang's wife was not only surprised, but she also became curious about this old Zen master with a luxurious aura. After inviting him to the mansion to talk about scriptures and Taoism, Cihang turned the topic to the two strange things that happened in Yang's mansion.
"Old Zen Master, do you think there is something fishy in these things?"
"To be honest, I just passed by your residence and felt a little uneasy..."
"Master, you might as well speak up!"
Cihang himself is a good talker, and Pan Zhuqing secretly gave guidance through Xue Jiu's mouth. A few words convinced her that there was indeed a monster in the house. But he did not say who the monster was, only that it was hidden in the house.
, and it is very likely to be detrimental to the two young masters who are about to leave.
As soon as she heard that her son's fortune and life were at stake, Mrs. Yang could no longer sit still. She dragged the old monk to help her find a way to catch the monster. Cihang then told Mrs. Yang in this way the strategy Xue Jiu had taught him.
On the day of catching the monster, the rest of the Yang family rushed to the Yang Mansion with bewildered expressions. They all knew that it was not Yang Guodong's birthday. They were worried that either Yang Guodong was old and confused, or that something had happened at home and it was inconvenient to speak out. In short, there was only Gong Yueyue.
The man actually came forward to congratulate the old man on his birthday stupidly, bringing gifts. It was self-evident who the so-called evildoer was.
In order not to arouse Gong Yueyue's suspicion, Pan Zhuqing did not take her away from Cihang immediately. Instead, he asked Xue Jiu to tell the old monk to place her properly. When the time was right, he would arrange a scene of a hero saving the beauty.
Unexpectedly, Tian Hai of the Zhao family escaped unexpectedly, which led him to decide to advance his plan to rescue the beauty a few days in order to prevent Zhao Changyuan from coming back and causing trouble for him.
Xue Jiu's hurried footsteps interrupted Pan Zhuqing's thoughts. "Master, something is not good."
When Pan Zhuqing saw him running back alone, he knew something was wrong, and calmly motioned for him to continue.
"My subordinates rushed along the road leading to Qingshui Temple from Lingguang Temple. When they met the escorting monks, it was already too late. Someone had already taken the lead, injured the monks, and kidnapped the lady.
."
Pan Zhuqing jumped up from his chair, frowned and asked, "Did you ask who did it? Could it be Zhao Changyuan?" If Zhao Changyuan picked him up halfway, then he would really have failed.
Xue Jiu responded quickly: "Listening to the descriptions of those monks, I don't think it is General Zhao."
"What did they say?" Pan Zhuqing breathed a sigh of relief.
"They said that man was of medium build and had dark skin." Xue Jiu recognized Zhao Changyuan, the tall and fair-faced general.
"It seems it's really not him." Pan Zhuqing just felt relieved, and suddenly asked again: "Could it be one of his men who did it?"
"This subordinate really doesn't know."
Pan Zhuqing frowned and pondered for a long time, and finally asked: "Is she awake?" Even though he was the mastermind behind the scenes, hearing the painful process of the day she suffered her death still made her heart ache.
"She should still be in a coma at the moment." Xue Jiu lowered his head and answered uneasily.
Pan Zhuqing raised his chin, his eyes filled with gloom: "The girl who beat her..." The insults he had suffered were suppressed in his heart and never vented. This time, someone dared to abuse the person he wanted. He felt
I can't swallow this breath.
"My subordinates have taken care of it, please don't worry, young master." At this time, there was an innocent "crazy" girl in the crazy tower on the outskirts of the city.
"There is also that old monk Cihang. I clearly ordered him to protect her carefully and never let her get hurt, right?" Pan Zhuqing couldn't help but get angry when he thought about Tian Yueyue's tragic situation these days: "As soon as the news is over, I don't want to see her again.
to this person."
"Yes! I understand." Xue Jiu is his number one confidant, and sometimes he doesn't need to speak too clearly to know how serious his actions should be. Old monk Cihang knows too much, I'm afraid he doesn't
Too long to live.
"Yes. No matter what method you use, you must find the young lady as soon as possible." At this point, Pan Zhuqing added: "Also, send someone to guard the Zhao residence. Come back and tell me as soon as there is any news." Don't do it.
Zhao Changyuan's people took her away, otherwise everything would have to start all over again.
"As you command!"
Pan Zhuqing was left alone and once again fell into uneasy thoughts.
Facing the lonely moon outside the window, he murmured to himself: "I don't want you to get hurt. Come to me and I will make up for everything you have lost."
But the scene in front of her felt a little strange. It was an unfamiliar room, neither like a Zen room nor a prison cell. It seemed like there was a noisy street market outside the door, with the sounds of hawking and bargaining being heard all the time.
She seemed to have slept for several days. Since she had not eaten, her body was weak and it took almost all her strength to push herself up from the bed.
As soon as she put her feet on the ground, she was anxious to walk out, but she stumbled and fell to the ground. The spinning feeling came to her face again, and her head seemed to have been greatly shocked, and she has not fully recovered yet.
The sound of her hitting the stool was heard outside the door, and the door was suddenly pushed open, letting in a room full of morning light.
She raised her head with difficulty, and a pair of men's feet strode towards her. Before she could raise her head to see who it was, a pair of warm hands lifted her up from the cold, hard ground.
When she was dizzy, she was driven back to the bed and lay down. With great difficulty, she stopped the spinning scene in front of her, and the face of a young man appeared in front of her eyes.
What is certain is that this man is not a monk. He has hair and is wearing the clothes of a lay man. Moreover, he seems somewhat familiar.
She tried hard to use her brain, which was about to faint, to search for similar looks that had appeared in the past, and soon she remembered them. (To be continued)