Fuzhou Fuya was the hub of a county in Fuzhou during the Ming and Qing dynasties. It was located in the middle and west of Fuzhou City, with Yuewang Mountain as a barrier to the north, Jiuxian and Wushi Mountains as a barrier to the south.
After several generations of construction, the mansion has become as elegant as a garden. You can see the beauty of the three mountains and the green forests and red trees just by looking up.
But late at night today, there was no trace of the official who was attending the public case in the government office lobby. Instead, a sinister-looking monk was sitting, minding his own business, eating wine and meat, and surrounded Jiang Wen with a group of people.
It's been half an hour.
Jiang Wen looked around expressionlessly and saw that among the ceremonial guards such as green flags, green umbrellas, copper sticks and leather cups, it was not the third class of government officials standing there, but instead a group of ferocious-looking weirdos, all wearing short brown monk robes with faces.
There were stab wounds all over their bodies, and they all laughed maliciously.
"You have arrested the wrong person. I am just an ordinary servant of the Lin family, a small role player who collects money to do things. Also, are you really an imperial envoy? You are obviously a monk, right? How come a monk still drinks alcohol and eats meat?"
Jiang Wen stared closely at the roast chicken liquor on the koan. The monk didn't even bother to wipe the oil stains on his mouth and glanced at Jiang Wen.
"Ignorant, we adults cultivate our hearts but not our mouths!"
A subordinate said coldly.
Jiang Wen couldn't stop looking at the people beside him.
"No, why did I see women's clothes on the ground?"
"We adults cultivate our hearts but not our morals!"
The subordinates didn't take it seriously.
"Does cultivating virtue stop killing?"
"Don't fix it!"
"Do you practice to save people?"
"Don't fix it!"
"oh."
Jiang Wen frowned and said, "How dare you ask this master of non-cultivation..."
"How presumptuous! Our master's name is Yankong!"
After being tormented by Jiang Wen, Monk Yankong finally stood up after eating and drinking, wiped off his beard, and looked down at Jiang Wen with a half-smile on his face.
"Who are you?"
Jiang Wen glanced at him and whispered to himself, "You caught me here and asked me who I am? Do you believe me when I say I am Zhang Mazi?"
"The imperial envoy asked a question, but he still didn't kneel down to answer!"
One of his subordinates was furious when he saw this. He raised his thick eyebrows at Jiang Wen, swung his eyebrow-level stick and hit Jiang Wen on the knee.
Jiang Wen snorted coldly, turned around with disdain, and accepted the harsh blow.
But this powerful move could easily break a person's leg, breaking it into two pieces as if it had hit a rock.
"Weak and weak, come again!"
Hearing Jiang Wen's taunt, the strangely dressed men were furious. This time they picked up the ceremonial copper stick on the side and swung it with all their strength. Obviously they didn't believe that ordinary flesh and blood could kill copper and iron this time.
Break.
It only took a moment for the stick to reach his body, but this time the stick not only did not break, but also bounced back on the same path faster than when it came. The tiger's mouth burst open and he came out uncontrollably in an instant. He hit himself with the stick.
On the head.
As a stream of blood flowed down from his forehead, the subordinate's eyes rolled up in disbelief, and he fell to the ground with no hope of life.
Even though Jiang Wen's hands were put in big shackles and his neck was wrapped with chains, his murderous temperament while talking and laughing still made them feel scared.
Jiang Wen, who carried the power of a stick, smiled lightly, making these ruthless people with scars on their faces nervous.
"You are so good at skills. Why don't you stay and work for me? I can let you live."
Monk Yankong was sitting behind the public case, and his ordinary words were like thunder on the ground, shaking the case slightly.
Jiang Wen laughed after hearing this.
"Master, I see that you have mastered your Kung Fu skills, but why have you damaged your brain?"
There was another subordinate next to him who wanted to try something dirty, but Jiang Wen glared back. If he really didn't open his eyes, Jiang Wen didn't mind letting him try how the body-protecting energy works.
Jiang Wen continued, "Today you said you wanted to try the case, but you didn't even call a master of swordsmanship and writing. Moreover, the records and signatures can also be forged. How to decide this case is not based on your empty words. Wait a minute, master, shouldn't you?
You may not be able to read..."
Monk Yankong snorted coldly, stretched out his arms like wings, grabbed the pen as fast as lightning, finished writing on a token, and threw it in front of Jiang Wen.
"Do you know how to write the word 'death'!? If you don't choose to cooperate honestly, this brand of execution will be inserted into your head later."
Jiang Wen looked up and saw the word "death" on the token. It turned out to be a strong and powerful calligraphy. The other person was really not illiterate. Not only that, his calligraphy was much better than Jiang Wen's.
"This word is sha! Very sha!"
Jiang Wen raised his shackles hand and gave a thumbs up sign.
The men next to him couldn't figure out whether he was being arrogant, so he shouted sharply, "You're outrageous!"
Jiang Wen sneered and shrugged at him.
"I mean it sincerely. Sa is a complimentary word from our hometown, which means refreshing and neat. Do you think your family's calligraphy is embarrassing?"
Jiang Wen added to Monk Yankong while he was heart-wrenching.
"The writing techniques of the past dynasties include stopping the strokes, setting the strokes, turning the strokes, and applying the strokes. In my opinion, they are all unskilled and mean-spirited. A true hero like me, I appreciate your greatness, Master Yankong."
Shabi!"
After being complimented by Jiang Wen, Monk Yankong always felt that something was wrong, but he was overwhelmed by the compliments from the audience, and he also showed a happy face.
"Since you are good at martial arts and know the current affairs so well, just kill someone for me."
"Who to kill?"
Jiang Wen asked subconsciously.
"Go and bring the head of the chief escort of the Fuwei Escort Agency. One life for another. You will forget about the murder tonight. I can also show you a clear path."
Monk Yankong said in a rough voice, but there was a cunning look in his eyes under his thick eyebrows. Apparently he was not deceived by Jiang Wen's compliment.
"Sir, are you talking about Lin Zhennan?"
Jiang Wen looked at Monk Yankong with a strange expression.
"good!"
Seeing Jiang Wen looking like he was haggling over the price, Monk Yankong slapped the table with his huge palm, "Is it difficult to kill him?"
Jiang Wen looked at Monk Yankong in embarrassment, raised his neck like a sword, and sighed.
"No, then Lin Zhennan is my beloved relative, friend, and brother..."
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The men on both sides looked fierce and planned to swarm Jiang Wen and kill him here. His flattery just now really made them feel uncomfortable.
, like sitting on pins and needles.
Jiang Wen slowly said again.
"Gotta pay more!"
"Clang."
The concealed weapons in the hands of several of his subordinates accidentally fell to the ground.
However, Monk Yankong shouted angrily, flew out from behind the public case, and his iron palms like cattail leaf fans fell from the air.
Jiang Wen's shoulders sank, and he put the shackles on the rack. The wooden shackles were instantly smashed, and the iron chains on his body were also broken by the fierce palm force. His two feet immediately crushed the green bricks in the government office lobby, and his inner energy surged repeatedly.
, I just feel like the weight of Mount Tai.
"You think this imperial envoy is easy to deceive? He can absorb my twenty-year-old Vajra Prajna Palm, but he works as a retainer of Fuwei Escort Agency? It's ridiculous!"
Jiang Wen's shoulder was in pain as if thousands of needles were pricking him, but his face didn't show it at all, but Monk Yankong's domineering external skills were beyond his expectation - no wonder the Qing government only sent him to invade.
Fuzhou City is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.
"A master also has to support his family."
Jiang Wen pointed out with a Yang pointer, deliberately hiding some strength, Monk Yankong's monk's robes rose sharply, and his arms as thick as pillars also made bold moves, intertwining his five fingers with a weird gesture, one knuckle suddenly protruded, and Jiang Wen
Fight together!
Fighting fiercely with bravery, the fingers collided with each other with enough strength to break gold and stone, making a violent sound.
This time, both of them took a few steps back and did not try to attack again.
"How does my Vajra finger taste?"
Monk Yankong smiled appreciatively and said, "I can tell you clearly that it really doesn't matter whether you plead guilty tonight or not. When daybreak, I will post a public list of your confession, and then bring Fuwei with you."
Let's ask the escort together!"
Jiang Wen withdrew his sore fingers.
There is no doubt that the opponent's internal strength is superior to his, and he has practiced martial arts to the core. He is indeed the type of opponent that Jiang Wen has the most trouble with. It can be said that he is as difficult to deal with as the chisel-toothed people in Wuyi Mountain.
But that doesn't mean Jiang Wen can't beat him.
What troubled Jiang Wen the most was that he discovered that the other party was not coming for him, but for Lin Zhennan.
Jiang Wen didn't want to take action because he still needed to find out more information. After killing one imperial envoy, the Qing government could still send thousands of imperial envoys. As long as the situation against Lin Zhennan was still there, the Lin family would never be able to escape.
Monk Yankong didn't want to take action, because he saw that Jiang Wen's martial arts skills were unknown, and a fight would easily damage his apparent strength. This drama was just about to begin, and it would be a huge regret to make any mistake in any link and lead to an early exit.
In fact, ever since Geng Jingzhong suddenly appeared tonight, Jiang Wen sensed that something was wrong, and he seemed to have stepped into a preset trap.
Those who set traps don't care who falls into the trap, because no matter who it is, they have ways to guide, create, and frame them to get the results they want.
"Master Yankong, Lin Zhennan is just an ordinary Jianghu person. If you find him annoying, I would advise him to take the Fuwei Escort Agency and get out of Fuzhou City. Why bother to kill everyone?"
Jiang Wen said helplessly, "I can make him swear never to set foot in Fuzhou City again - otherwise I will break his son's legs."
Monk Yankong sneered.
"The Fuwei Escort Agency colluded with the White Lotus Sect and attempted to rebel in Fuzhou City. The evidence for this matter has long been conclusive. It is an advantage for me to kill him. Do you think you are so virtuous and capable that you dare to intercede for a rebel?!"
Jiang Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized what he had gotten involved in.
The collusion between the Fuwei Escort Agency and the White Lotus Sect is of course untrue. With Lao Linzi's meek temper, except when it comes to making money and building relationships, he is very aggressive at other times... Even if you go out on a sunny day, you have to bring an umbrella with you, and there is no way it will cost the lives of the whole family.
rebel.
But don’t forget, just because the Lin family can’t do this, doesn’t mean the Geng family can’t do it!
Geng Jimao fought fiercely with Shang Kexi for power in the city of Guangzhou, and was forced to move to Fujian, a place where military strategists could not contest, because they had driven away Li Dingguo and Zheng Chenggong, who were originally entrenched in the sacred land of Guangdong.
As the saying goes, the good birds are hidden in the bows, and the cunning rabbits are killed by the good dogs. What should the Geng family do when they come to Fujian?
The situation is obvious, the method is also very simple, and the answer is deeply rooted in the hearts of Liaodong generals - raise the bandits with self-respect!
Geng Jingzhong's fundamental purpose in recruiting the Fuwei Escort Bureau and the Qingcheng Faction was to use the power of the Jianghu to consolidate his rule.
Shang Ke is happy and understands this trick, so he takes advantage of Shaolin's entry into Guangdong to recruit Wudang masters. The best "foreign enemy bandits" for the Geng family are the deeply rooted White Lotus Sect in Liangjiang and Fujian...
Geng Jingzhong was a good man. He clearly saw through the weakness of the Qing government's rule over the south. He followed the old fox Shang Kexi's lead and started planning, instantly discovering his own characteristics as a wallflower.
The plan went smoothly from start to finish, but it was a pity that he forgot one thing.
The reason why Shang Kexi was able to do whatever he wanted in Guangzhou was because under the new rule of Guangzhou, the Qing court also carried out violent massacres and the people had no support. He could only rely on Shang Kexi for support. It was like throwing a handful of soil into muddy water, which did no harm at all.
Fuzhou has been surrendered for a long time and the public security is stable. Geng Jingzhong's attempt to attract the White Lotus Sect is like throwing rat droppings into the white porridge just cooked by the Qing court. It would be strange if the other party doesn't fall in love with him.
Even Geng Jimao hurriedly ordered an imperial envoy to the Qing court, saying that his son had made a mistake and that the Geng family had no intention of rebellion.
Because of this, Geng Jingzhong, who was obviously planning to make a big fuss with Monk Yankong tonight in order to gain someone, left in despair after seeing his father's handwriting.
Young people can never be calm after all.
What's even more difficult is that Geng Jingzhong's departure at this time means that the whole blame has been thrown to Fuwei Escort Agency.
Who colludes with the White Lotus Sect? Who wants to rebel?
Whoever is close to the Geng family is the one!
In this way, the Qing court's goal of cutting off the Geng family's wings was easily achieved.
"You want to rebel just by relying on the White Lotus Sect? Master Yankong, you think too highly of these rabble, don't you?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jiang Wen sneered.
Monk Yankong also had a sinister smile on his rough face.
"The White Lotus Sect is not enough, what about adding Zheng Ni? The siege of Nanjing is still before us, do you think the imperial court will take it lightly?"
Jiang Wen sighed. Lin Zhennan was indeed too courageous and took a crucial step wrong. He was obviously implicated by him this time.
Could it be that Fuzhou City and Fuwei Escort Agency are destined to have only one left?
Jiang Wen suddenly realized, why did this smell like "success and failure"?
What worries Jiang Wen even more is Lin Zhennan's performance in the Nether Alley Hall tonight.
The main hall was empty, and there was a wooden plate overturned on the ground when entering the door. Normal people would be attracted to it and take a second look.
But after Lin Zhennan showed off his surprise at entering the yard, he easily ignored the existence of the sand table, and followed Jiang Wen to look at the small cabinet in the house where the body was hidden.
This shows that Lin Zhennan is familiar with the existence of the sand table, knows the location of the cabinet, and has even been to this Netherworld Alley and entered this Hall of Enjoyment!
Having been together in the world a long time ago, Jiang Wen knew very well Lin Zhennan's character. He was a person who had a lot of thoughts and was very good at hiding things. Some things he thought did not need to be said, he would not say them at all.
But Jiang Wen didn't think that he would be the murderer who framed him.
It is true that there are some things that he has not told himself, but their friendship does not need to be said.
Although Lin Zhennan had something to hide from him today, Jiang Wen still remembered that the weathered country martial arts instructor did not utter a word or show any doubt after hearing Jiang Wen's eloquent business plan.
That day, the man in the wild shop who couldn't even eat enough to eat just drank up the bad wine in his bowl and started talking jokingly. He really wanted his only son to worship Jiang Wen as his teacher.
He also said that if he failed to come out of Fuzhou City alive, Jiang Wen would take care of the children in his hometown.
In fact, there are some things that don’t need to be said.
Just like Jiang Wen doesn't need to doubt Lao Linzi.
"Master Yankong, you see it's so late, do you have to arrange a place for me to stay?"
Jiang Wen smiled slightly and said, "I see that the prison in the government office faces north and south, and the feng shui is excellent."
Monk Yankong's thick eyebrows were raised slightly, his monk's robes were flapping, he turned back behind the gongan, and sat in the Taishi's chair.
"If there wasn't something important going on, I would definitely fight to the death with you. I know that you stay here because you want to find an opportunity to kill me."
The men's weapons clashed, and the whole hall was full of murderous intent.
"But it doesn't matter. As long as you stay in jail obediently, I will give the Fuwei Escort Agency seven days before posting an official notice. If they really have no intention of treason, these seven days can completely allow them to escape unscathed."
Monk Yankong stretched out his giant palm, crushed the gavel on the table, and said with a ferocious smile, "If they still choose to stay in Fuzhou City after seven days, it will be a serious crime of treason, and they are waiting to take the blame for Geng Jingzhong."
Ask for help!"
Jiang Wen turned around and said with a smile.
"Seven days is too many. Even if you lock me in the Tianzi cell without leaving, Lin Zhennan's timid character will definitely run away with his whole family within seven days."
Jiang Wen walked out of the lobby with ease, intending to stay in the government office and monitor the monk Yankong.
But when he walked out of the hall, he heard Yankong laughing loudly and saying arrogantly behind him.
"Even if I don't take action, do you know how many people in the world want his life and how many people are jealous of the Fuwei Escort Agency? I want to see how he can get out of Fuzhou City alive!"