Seeing the refugees outside the mountain gate becoming more and more chaotic, the monks were also a little panicked.
At this time, Wang Chi's horse had arrived at the mountain gate. Xi Yuanqi saw him from a distance and hurried to meet him. He explained the situation and took Wang Chi inside.
However, Wang Chi stopped at the gate of the mountain and turned to look at the group of refugees. He was tall and came on horseback with a decisive killing momentum. At this time, most people had stopped shouting and looked at him.
Well-informed refugees are already talking: "Is this the Major General of the Northwest Cavalry?"
Some of the refugees had already jumped in front of them and knelt down, "Major General, please help me, Major General."
So more and more people knelt down and shouted.
In the chaos, Wang Chi saw a black carriage parked at the edge of the refugee queue. The curtains of the carriage were slightly opened, so he could not see clearly inside. Next to the carriage stood a middle-aged man who looked like a steward, talking to the people in the carriage.
talk.
Wang Chi frowned slightly but said nothing.
After a while, Shi Yu and Shi Ling arrived with a group of soldiers and government officials.
Wang Chi said to Xi Yuanqi: "We are surrounded. Those outside the temple are asked to be checked and registered one by one by Yin Fucheng and the government officials. Those who do not cooperate are directly locked up. Those who are sure to be checked will be released first, but they need to register where they are staying. Ten of them will guarantee each other.
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"Yes." Xi Yuanqi accepted the order and was about to turn around when he heard Wang Chi add: "By the way," he raised his chin, "The black carriage must also be checked, check it carefully!"
Xi Yuanqi was slightly startled, glanced at the direction of the carriage, and quickly stepped back.
In a moment, Tingquan Temple was completely surrounded by the black-armored iron guards and the Southwest Navy.
The refugees didn't know what was going on and were in panic. Surrounded by the soldiers, they did not dare to move rashly.
Wang Chi faced the monks and asked, "Who is in charge?"
Zen Master Cifa proclaimed the name of the Buddha and stepped forward, saying: "The poor monk Cifa is acting as the abbot."
"Zen Master Cifa, please open the dining hall to put some relief supplies." Wang Chi said, handing over a brocade bag and saying, "These incense offerings are my intention."
Zen Master Cifa frowned slightly, glanced at Wang Chi, and then at the frightened refugee team. After a slight hesitation, he accepted the brocade bag.
Wang Chi nodded to him and walked up the mountain surrounded by everyone.
Zen Master Cifa led a group of monks who were busy pacifying the refugees. Since they opened the dining hall and put out porridge and steamed buns, the refugees were much calmer than before.
Several young men also came over from the Huo family's carriage, carrying a lot of dry food and helping the monks to call for relief and maintain order.
The refugees went from panic and chaos to gradually cooperating with the soldiers to register and investigate, vouch for each other, and then receive relief. After a while, order became orderly.
After being warned, Xi Yuanqi paid special attention to the people in the carriage. When the soldiers went to check and register, he was very cooperative. There was nothing blameworthy. He couldn't help but nodded secretly and no longer cared too much.
When the refugees were lining up to receive relief, Mr. Huo got out of the car wrapped in a thick black embroidered cloak. The housekeeper just said that Mr. Huo was tired and wanted to find a place to drink tea. He smiled and stuffed a handful of banknotes into his pocket.
Judge Liu helped bring him into the temple.
Liu Yuanzhang had received a lot of benefits from the Huo family, and knowing that Mr. Huo was in poor health, he naturally would not shirk it. He led the housekeeper and the maid to support Mr. Huo, and walked slowly along the corner where no one noticed.
Walk slowly up the mountain.
The wing room was surrounded by government soldiers.
The autopsy is being carried out, and the prosecutor is at the inspection site.
The magistrate was questioning the first Jingren who found the body. The Jingren had been responsible for the prefect's food for the past two days. When the food came, he shouted for a long time but no one answered. It seemed that the door was ajar. When he opened the door,
When I saw a pair of feet dangling in front of my eyes, I was so frightened that I fell to the ground and my food was turned over on the floor.
At this moment, when I was talking to Tongpan, his face was pale, he was trembling, and his words were stammering.
…
The Taoist priest moved to Meishan behind the Medicine Master's Hall and chose a seat with a good view to watch the excitement. Bai Zeqing moved a small table with him and stayed beside the Taoist priest, serving tea and water.
Bai Zeqing handed over half a cup of new tea and said: "Master..."
"What are you shouting for?"
The Taoist priest nimbly took several steps to the side as if he was electrocuted. His torn Taoist robe even caught on the plum branch next to him, making a "prick" sound. There was no trace of his immortal spirit.
Bai Zeqing hurriedly put down the tea cup, carefully helped him take off the robe from the plum branch, and patted it, "Why does this Master have to come to Tingquan Temple to hang himself?" Then he looked at the Taoist priest, "What do you mean?
Isn't it strange? Master!" The last two words were shouted very clearly.
"Tao Tong, Tao Tong! Who is your master?"
Bai Zeqing didn't mind at all and continued: "This master of the palace ordered a thangka from my uncle before. In other words, he can be regarded as a layman. laymen all believe that Yang's life is not over and he has not entered reincarnation, so why would he make a special trip?
Commit suicide in a Buddhist temple?”
Then she looked at the Taoist priest very seriously and said, "This is unreasonable, Master!"
"Shut up, I don't accept apprentices."
"When things go wrong, there must be a demon, Master!"
The Taoist priest was too lazy to talk to him anymore, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the side room.
"Master, wait for me!" Bai Zeqing raised his feet and chased after him, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Looking at the Taoist priest's tall back, she couldn't help but picture the Taoist priest carrying her up the mountain and protecting her in his arms on a rainy night. Hum, it turns out you are such a Taoist priest, I've got you!
"Master, master, let's not get too close. I am still an imperial prisoner, and they are all trying to catch me!" she shouted as she chased him.
"Don't follow me!"
Bai Zeqing ignored it and quickly followed the Taoist priest to a medicine garden separated by more than a dozen steps outside the wing. From here, he could clearly see the inside and outside of the wing.
When she saw Mr. Huo wrapped in a cloak and standing under the pine tree not far from the wing, holding a stove and looking at Mr. Huo in the wing, she said "eh".
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In the wing here.
An autopsy was conducted and it was found that he had indeed hanged himself, so the judge discussed with the magistrate and prepared to close the case in this way.
Today, two generals, Wang Chi and Shi Yu, were at the scene, and the angel Lu Yu also came with them, so they could not make the decision. So the two of them shied away, and the judge went to ask the three people to review and close the case.
At this moment, Wang Chi felt something and turned his head to look in the direction of the medicine garden.
Bai Zeqing was startled and hurriedly hid behind the camphor tree.
The Taoist priest said disgustedly: "What are you afraid of? He can't see you."
Can't see? Is it just like that day on the boat?
Bai Zeqing walked out from behind the tree without any doubt and stood beside the Taoist priest openly.
Although it had not been long since they first met, she found that no matter how outrageous the Taoist's words were, he never seemed to tell a lie.
Sure enough, Wang Chi looked at it for a moment, frowned, and then turned back.
"Master, he really can't see me!"
The Taoist priest looked at a rustic leopard in the countryside and said, "Shut up and concentrate."
"Oh!" She quickly looked towards the side room and could vaguely hear the words there, but she couldn't make out the content clearly.
Seeing the pain on her face, the Taoist priest said compassionately: "Keep your eyes open, your ears focused, your tongue silent, and your heart breathing."
Bai Zeqing was overjoyed and thought: It turns out that he is hard-spoken and soft-hearted. He quickly calmed down and did as the Taoist said.
① Lay people who have not been ordained live in monasteries, serve bhikkhus, and perform various kinds of pure karma.
