"The Emperor Taisun of the Ming Dynasty supervises the country."
"I asked about the situation of Fangwai Longquan on Daishan Mountain. Why are there rumors of illegal activities? Don't wrong these Fangwai worshipers, so as to give them pure justice."
Separating from Zhang Hui, Wu Baihu, the Jin Yiwei who led the team to Longquan, surrounded the entire Longquan with his people. After not letting a fly escape, he led several of his subordinates in. In front of everyone, they looked surprised.
People outside Longquan read out Taisun’s teaching order.
The monks in blue-grey robes looked very panicked and began to disperse around the temple.
The great monk, whose robes were more colorful, began to go to the main hall of the temple.
Wu Baihu was not in a hurry. He still had to have conclusive evidence to take action against Longquan. The purpose of bringing his people here was to surround the place first and prevent others from getting wind of it and escaping.
Although the Jin Yiwei can arrest people without restraint, with evidence, Fang Wai's side no longer dares to openly speak out against the imperial court and influence the direction of public opinion in the world.
With a plan in mind, Wu Baihu was free to look at the Longquan Temple in front of him.
The temple is not big, and after all, Daishan is not that big either. It is just because there are mountains, water and temples, it seems to have more of the quiet beauty of a paradise.
At this moment, the snow has stopped long ago, and everything seems quiet. You can watch the heavy snow crushing the pines and cypresses outside the temple from a distance.
"Let people see everywhere in the temple, and don't let people go."
Wu Baihu looked at the snow scene for a while, then lowered his head slightly and looked back, and gave instructions to his subordinates.
A guard in Jinyi stepped forward cautiously: "Everything has been arranged. People are standing in high positions everywhere, and there are crossbows on the surrounding walls. No one can leave."
Wu Baihu nodded: "When Zhang Baihu comes with evidence, we will take everyone here back to the prison."
The Jin Yiwei came out, but not a blade of grass grew.
The Jin Yiwei under Wu Baihu nodded and silently looked at the Longquan Temple in front of them, watching the panic of the monks because of their arrival.
Behind several palaces and houses, a group of monks in blue-grey robes hurried back from the front.
Different from the nervousness shown by other monks who were dressed in noble clothes, these people had unconcealable smiles on their faces.
"Senior brother! Senior brother! Someone from the imperial court is here!"
"It's Jin Yiwei!"
A simple monk's room was pushed open by the monks. Inside, there was only one monk with washed starch-white robes. He was kneeling in front of a wooden Buddha statue, holding beads in his hands and reciting scriptures in a low voice.
The wind, snow and cold air brought in by the brothers behind him did not cause any disturbance to the monk. On the contrary, their shouts disrupted the monk's chanting and made him frown slightly.
Then I felt that I was probably angry and muttered in a low voice.
After that, he worshiped the Buddha statue in front of him devoutly, circled the beads in his hands together, stood up slowly, and turned to look at the arriving brothers.
"What happened?"
The monks who came in looked at the faces of the seniors and lowered their heads one after another: "Someone from the Jinyi Guards came and surrounded us, saying that the court wanted to investigate some illegal activities and give us justice."
As soon as this person finished speaking, someone immediately said: "Brother, I think the court is doing this to take care of the monks' face, so they said this. They probably have obtained the evidence of the crimes of those in the temple." p>
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The senior brother looked at the crowd indifferently: "Neither happy nor sad, just sit still like a Buddha."
The monks immediately took the name of Buddha.
Then he said hurriedly: "Brother, the master clearly handed you to the Senglu Division before he passed away. If it hadn't been for... our Longquan Temple wouldn't have been surrounded by the imperial officers and soldiers today. This time, we must do it in front of the imperial court.
I made these things clear in my face.”
"Yes, yes, Longquan Temple should have been handed over to senior brother long ago."
The senior brother's face was like that of a Buddha, and he softly called out the Buddha's name: "Greetings are not desirable."
The monks didn't care about Buddha's education at this time. They stamped their feet: "Brother!"
The senior brother stared and sighed helplessly: "How about the host?"
Seeing that the senior brother finally mentioned the current abbot in the temple, the monks were happy: "We rushed over when we saw the official official, and he... the people on the abbot's side also went to report the news, and it must be right now
I have already gone to meet the official mission."
The senior brother nodded, turned around and looked at the Buddha statue that was always silent and silent, and knelt in front of the Buddha statue again: "Recite a sutra with me."
The monks looked puzzled, but they were all unpopular monks in Longquan Temple. Only senior brother could take care of them now. If they want to chant sutras now, then they should follow suit.
But he said it was in front of Longquan Temple.
Because Wu Baihu arrived with Jin Yiwei, everything was already in chaos.
The bells and chanting that were hidden in the wind and snow stopped, and the wooden fish that was beating the wooden fish also fell to the ground. The originally quiet green smoke in the Buddhist hall transformed into countless shapes, and became a mess.
Smoke.
A group of monks, surrounded by several great monks in cassocks, left from under the towering golden Buddha statue and rushed outside the Main Hall.
"Your Majesty, you have come to Longquan Temple in the snow. Do you have any official business?"
The host who was chanting sutras with a rosy face in the main hall, but probably because he left the hall, his face became a little cold and pale. He led a group of monks to Wu Baihu, stretched out his hand and called the Buddha's name.
Wu Baihu glanced at the monks indifferently and said softly: "I have been ordered to check whether there is any illegal activity in Longquan Temple, so as to set the record straight."
The host's face changed slightly: "Can you please give me a clear explanation?"
Wu Baihu glanced at the host with dull eyes, and said coldly: "You can guess what I mean?"
The host's expression changed again, and the surrounding monks began to whisper, looking rather uneasy.
After thinking for a long time, the host turned around and said in a low voice: "In that case, I would like to invite all of you to come in and drink a cup of hot tea. These are tea trees grown on the mountain by the temple itself. Although they are not expensive, they can also warm up the cold."
Wind."
Wu Baihu raised his eyebrows and said: "Drinking tea? No need, I'll wait here."
The host hesitated a little, and gradually became uneasy.
When these Jin Yiwei came to Longquan Temple, they didn’t talk about arresting people or drinking tea. They just waited like this?
What are they waiting for?
The host turned his head carefully, motioned to the monks to get some tea, and carefully served these royal guards.
Wu Baihu glared: "What I said is that you should wait here together."
Once upon a time.
An embroidered spring knife was flashed behind Wu Baihu, and the cold light penetrated people's bones.
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The monks finally lost their footing and distanced themselves from the host who had not yet reacted.
"It's him! That's what this old-tu-donkey did!"
"He did everything, and it has nothing to do with us..."
"Please ask your superiors to investigate carefully. The young monks are all being coerced by this old donkey."
"Please ask the superior to make the decision for us."
"..."
For a while, it seemed that there was a snowstorm again in Longquan Temple, making people feel even more freezing and biting.
And the host had already fallen down onto the ground that had been swept away by the inferior monks, but was still cold and chilling.
Wu Baihu ignored these people and just said calmly: "My intention is to be clear. I will never falsely accuse Fangwai's treasure land. You all just wait."
……
Chen Sanhu never imagined that one day he would know what it means to be unable to move even an inch.
The image of Chen Sheng's tragic death was still deeply imprinted in his mind, making it indelible.
That knife was like killing a chicken.
The snow under his feet had already reached his knees, but Chen Sanhu, who had his hands tied and allowed to be dragged along by two guards, could only grit his teeth and keep up with the speed of these people who have practiced martial arts all year round.
After my crotch got wet, it felt cold and freezing when the wind hit me.
Chen Sanhu swore that he no longer felt **** at all.
Perhaps, if I didn't do those things, I could enter the palace and serve the nobles.
Chen Sanhu spread his legs as hard as possible and moved forward.
Tiny ice crystals have condensed on the wet crotch.
For a while, people wished they could die directly in this vast white snow.
He raised his head and looked in front of him.
It is the fork in the road to Longquan Temple and Yingtian City.
So, Chen Sanhu turned around and saw that in the boundless snow, almost half of the people of Chenjia Village and a small half of Dasheng Guan Lifu were strung together with hemp ropes and began to turn towards the road in the direction of Yingtian City.
"Sir, Chen Wu contacted Longquan Temple in the Beijing Army. What happened at Dasheng Pass was also done after Chen Sheng contacted Longquan Temple. My lord, I was just coerced to help them."
"After Chen Sheng spread the rumor, he kept an eye on the number of supplies coming in and out of Dasheng Pass every day, and then passed it on to the monks of Longquan Temple."
"It's also Chen Sheng. After the rumors started, he would reprimand them whenever he encountered other people who came to speak out. Chen Sheng said that by doing this, he could cover up that the rumors were spread by us."
"Sir, these things were all done by Chen Sheng and Chen Wu, two rebellious officials and traitors."
As if he felt that he was not far from death, Chen Sanhu's heart ignited the hope of living, and once again repeated what he had said countless times along the way.
Zhang Hui turned around and looked at Chen Sanhu coldly: "You are a little thief, how dare you speak to me?"
Chen Sanhu immediately lowered his head: "You deserve to be damned! You deserve to be damned! Please let me go. I will say anything! All the hundreds of taels of silver that I received will be placed on Widow Li of Chenjiacun.
Nothing has been done."
Zhang Hui turned his head and stopped talking.
Ever since I took my life from Taisun, the fate of everyone involved in the Great Victory has already been determined.
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The reason why they are obviously Jin Yiwei, but still have to complete the entire evidence chain in such a complicated and complicated manner, is entirely so that when they return to the city, they can throw the iron-clad evidence in the faces of those outside the country who come to the door.<
/p>
"Hundred households, there are already three waves of people staring at us."
On the snowy road to Longquan Temple, the Jin Yiwei under Zhang Hui stepped forward through the snow and reported in a low voice.
Zhang Hui's eyes darkened and his eyelids tightened: "Whose party are they all from?"
After finishing speaking, Zhang Hui's eyes became a little distracted, and he thought of what Taisun said not long ago.
At that time, Taisun said that the Ming Dynasty is now a huge dining table.
The royal family is the one who sits at the head of the table at this table, but there are always some people who want to carve up all the benefits of this table and not give a drop of soup to those around the table who contributed to this table of delicious food. Come to think of it, the few people who can arrive here in such a short time to spy on the situation are, as Taisun said, those who want to sit at the dining table.
His subordinates whispered: "Except for one group of people who are servants of people in the court, the remaining two groups are people from outside the Yingtian Mansion. They did not hide it and just watched from a distance."
Zhang Hui snorted: "Then let them live in peace without expelling them."
The subordinate nodded and accepted the order, but did not leave. Instead, after pondering for a long time, he still whispered: "But Baihu, if we make it public like this, if His Highness wants to dig deeper into this matter, I'm afraid those people
Everyone will be prepared."
Zhang Hui looked at his subordinates and said calmly: "Do you think that if we act quietly, these people will not be prepared? It's just that whoever can get the righteousness will take the initiative."
The subordinate raised his head and smiled: "Obviously, His Highness will always control justice."
Zhang Hui also showed a smile, feeling that this subordinate was indeed a promising person, so he reached out and patted the other person on the shoulder: "Go and do things. Some things are not to be done now, but to make a difference in one fell swoop. Now call them
It’s hard to watch, no matter what precautions they take or what their plans are, to us, they have actually revealed their flaws.”
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This is a sincere teaching.
The subordinate turned his eyes and thought for a while, then he cupped his hands and said, "I would like to thank Qianhu for his teachings."
Zhang Hui watched the subordinate turn around and retreat with a helpless smile, and cursed in a low voice: "This kid!"
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Longquan Temple.
Under the vast white Daishan Mountain, those former worldly masters in the temple have been standing in silence under the cold wind for a long time.
The solemn and luxurious cassocks and monk's robes offered by believers in the past cannot stop the freezing of the human world.
The presiding abbot slumped on the ground, his body stiff and numb, but completely ignorant.
As time goes by, yesterday's Heart Sutra can no longer keep him at peace.
The monks who had distanced themselves from him could only huddle together under the threat of Xiuchundao, as if they wanted to hold together to resist the wind and cold.
Wu Baihu drank tea.
It is tea leaves picked and roasted from the tea trees planted in the surrounding Daishan Mountains of Longquan Temple.
Very fragrant.
It's exactly what the tu-donkey said.
Wu Baihu even felt that such a good place should be returned to the imperial court, so that he could taste more tea from this mountain in the future.
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Just when I was thinking about good things, I heard footsteps behind me.
Before Wu Baihu turned around, he heard Zhang Hui's voice reaching his ears.
Seeing Wu Baihu who had moved a chair and sat in front of the corridor to take shelter from the wind, and the monks in the courtyard enduring the cold wind, Zhang Hui couldn't help but smile and said: "You are drinking tea, brothers have eaten a lot outside.
Wind and snow."
Wu Baihu stood up, handed the tea cup to his subordinates, and cupped his hands: "It's all done. All the tea leaves in the temple have been packaged, and each of the brothers in the Yamen has a package."
As he spoke, Wu Baihu stretched his head and looked behind Zhang Hui.
Zhang Hui said: "Is it all done? Do you want to know the before and after?"
Wu Baihu continued: "I didn't ask, I told you clearly. In addition, there are a group of virtuous masters who can testify."
Wu Baihu saw Chen Sanhu who was like a dead dog in the crowd behind Zhang Hui, and waved to the group of monks behind him who were wearing blue-grey monk robes and headed by that senior brother.
Zhang Hui nodded and waved one after another: "Send it here so that the masters of Longquan Temple can see if they all know each other."
Chen Sanhu was dragged over from behind.
His eyes, which were numb from the cold, looked at each other with the abbot of Longquan Temple, but neither of them had any reaction.
Zhang Hui looked at it and then looked at Wu Baihu.
Wu Baihu nodded and said: "It seems that we are all old acquaintances, so our relationship is irrefutable."
After saying that, Wu Baihu turned to Zhang Huigong and cupped his hands: "You have received His Highness's decree. Are you going back to Beijing now or what? I guess there are many people outside waiting to see the result."
Zhang Hui had already turned around and walked out: "Take the people involved in the case and return to Beijing to convict them."
This was almost the final verdict. As soon as Zhang Hui finished speaking, the masters in Longquan Temple who used to sit high in the clouds began to cry in unison.
It’s just that no one cares.
The evidence is there, the entire chain has been fixed, and no one can change their fate.
Since the 24th year of Hongwu, the emperor has begun to promote restrictions on the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism. He has promulgated laws many times, requiring the two schools to be self-disciplined and restricting their respective development.
Regarding the monks, there is the "List of Buddhist Religions Affirmed" written in the 20th year of Hongwu's reign, as well as the list of nine laws just promulgated this year.
Everything has actually started a long time ago.
When Zhang Hui walked out of the gate of Longquan Temple, there was a burst of footsteps behind him.
He stopped slightly hesitantly.
Then he saw the group of monks in blue-grey robes who had reported on Wu Baihu about the abbot of Longquan Temple and others, and they had already stopped in front of him.
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Zhang Hui smiled slightly. These are good monks who know the general loyalty to the king. He said softly: "What do you masters want to do? This matter actually has nothing to do with Longquan Temple. It's just that the world is so big that there will inevitably be some bad people.
With bad intentions, Longquan Temple will not be implicated at the moment."
The senior monk in green gray robes had compassion on his face and said sadly: "Little monk, I would like to thank you for your generosity. However, the monks are one body and are all former disciples of the Buddha. They preside over lawlessness. How can we, the whole Longquan Temple, escape? Little monk
Waiting for others, there is always a sin of not noticing or taking action."
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This guy is interesting.
Zhang Hui looked the other person up and down: "Isn't it the master's name?"
"Little Monk Chihui."
Zhang Huigong raised his hand: "I wonder, Master Zhihui, what do you want me to do?"
Zhihui held the Buddha's teachings in her hand, bent down and said: "We have committed the crime of not noticing and not taking action. Although we are outsiders, it is within the laws of the imperial court. Today Longquan Temple is violating the law. I would like to ask you to take us back to the capital together."