"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."
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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.
To be continued...