Chapter 151: All your expenses for going to Pingkangfang are considered poor
It was afternoon, and although the West Market was still crowded with people.
But some traveling merchants and hawkers on the streets of the West Market have already begun to pack their things and prepare to leave Chang'an City in time for Youshizhong, that is, before the city gate closes at 6 p.m. Otherwise, they will be helping the inn make money today. Only those who
Merchants whose homes are in Chang'an can delay for a while longer and not leave until before the curfew.
It's almost dusk, Chang'an Avenue is full of shadows, and there are many more residents who have just appeared.
Kong Qingxian, dressed in white, was sitting on the roadside at Xishikou, cooing with the little milk cat squatting on his shoulders. Their heads were close together, and human voices and whining sounds were intertwined.
"I bet that woman in white must be a ghost!"
"Ouch..."
"You also bet that she is a ghost, okay, then it's a draw. In the next round, I think the woman in red is also a ghost."
"Ouch..."
"You think something is wrong? Well, let's do a thorough appraisal... Have you seen that Li Xiulan, a native of the Jin Dynasty, died in the war and has lived in Chang'an for more than three hundred years..."
"Ouch, ow, ow..."
"You said you couldn't see it, but I was bluffing you. How could you look at me like this, little guy? Am I the kind of person who doesn't give up on my character and bottom line just to win a little kitty?"
"Ouch!"
"I'm really sad, little guy, how could you have such a wrong understanding of me..."
Kong Qing rubbed his face against the furry body of the little milk cat on his shoulder, and then turned his attention to the bizarre scene in front of him.
In the already dim sky, people coming and going, whether they were living people or ghosts, all had strange expressions on their faces. Even if Kong Qing had accepted many settings of this world during this period,
It still feels a little unreal.
"The Taishi Bureau actually had the nerve to say that they had recorded all the haunted houses in Chang'an..."
Kong Qing shook his head slightly as he looked at the numerous ghosts in front of him, mixing among the living people, laughing and chatting with each other, and there were even some ghosts using real copper coins to buy things from the living people.
"In Chang'an City, among the piles of mansions and courtyards, which one is not a haunted house?"
"Ouch..."
"Well, you are right, Laojun bless you, I am not the Qingdu Guan!"
Kong Qing stood up and looked far into the distance, as if his eyes had passed through the barriers of the city and landed on the bank of Qujiang Pool.
Although it is now the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, the Chang'an in front of us already has some of the flowers and brocades it will have in the future.
The peach blossoms in Chongyefang are blooming extremely well; the peonies in Xuanyangfang are swaying so big on the wall; when the locust flowers in Yongchongfang are in bloom, the elegant fragrance can be smelled in the markets next door.
…
On the surface, there are flowers and birds singing and dancing, but in fact there are many ghosts and monsters everywhere, which together constitute the Chang'an that Kong Qing sees now.
"This can be regarded as proof that our Tang Dynasty tolerates everything..."
"Xiao Langjun..."
A lean ranger appeared in front of Kong Qing with a smile on his face.
"I heard that you had something to do, so I rushed over immediately. Mr. Lao Lang, you have been waiting for a long time."
"It doesn't matter. Pindao didn't wait long. This iron brother..."
Kong Qing reached out and took out a heavy money bag from his sleeve and put it in his hand.
"Pindao, there is another matter here. I would like to ask you to help Pindao investigate it."
"Mr. Lang, you are too polite."
The ranger held the money bag in his hand, weighing the weight inside, and the smile on his face became more sincere.
"Brother Tie is not Brother Tie. Lang Jun calls me Tie Hou. If there is anything else I can help you with, your matter is my business. Whatever you say, I will definitely handle it with my heart."
"The thing is like this..."
Kong Qing lowered his head and lowered his voice.
"Go to Pingkangfang Zhongqu Li Duanduan's flower house and ask Pindao what guests were entertained in the private room at Tianzi No. 3 the day before yesterday, on the 9th. Remember, this matter must be done
Confidential."
As he spoke, Kong Qing paid close attention to Iron Monkey's face, and found that he was not moved at all when he mentioned places like Pingkangfang, as if he was talking about an ordinary place name.
Kong Qing nodded silently, and in his mind, his evaluation of this iron monkey jumped a little higher.
"The flower building of Li Duanduan in Pingkangfang Zhongqu, the elegant room at Tianzi No. 3..."
Iron Monkey repeated Kong Qing's words again.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lang, I will handle this matter myself."
"By the way, there should be a young lady in the private room at that time... The lady was there, but she was sleeping at the time. I don't know this lady, but here is her arm..."
Kong Qing reached out and gently poked Iron Monkey somewhere on his upper arm.
"There is a red plum blossom makeup."
"Understood, there is a plum blossom makeup here."
Iron Monkey poked the bottom of his shoulder with his hand, then put down his hand and saluted Kong Qing again.
"Then I will go to Pingkangfang now, and tomorrow I will go to Qingdu Temple to report the news to Mr. Lang."
"good!"
Kong Qing nodded.
"Thank you for your hard work. Iron Monkey, all the expenses you spent on going to Pingkangfang this time are considered stupid..."
"That's good!"
The skinny ranger grinned with a vulgar look on his face.
"Actually, my biggest wish in my life is to visit Pingkangli without spending any money. Thank you, Mr. Lang, for helping me realize this wish."
Kong Qing smiled and nodded at the ranger named Iron Monkey, and was about to say something...
Da da da……
With the crisp sound of horse hooves, a beautiful woman in white rode a white horse and ran past Kong Qing. The woman on the horse turned her head and winked slightly at Kong Qing. Her white jade hand was teasingly touching Kong Qing's.
Brushed on the face.
call!
Like a gust of wind, the figure of the beautiful woman on a white horse rushed into the West Market.
Then, a girl and a woman in a red dress and green sleeves appeared from behind the white horse. Although they were not riding horses, they were running very fast.
After a whooshing sound, the two of them ran past Kong Qing, leaving a series of faint sounds in the wind.
"Ahem..."
Kong Qing, who was teased, coughed, tried to look solemn, and said to Iron Monkey.
"Brother Tie, this matter is very important. You must not make a big show of it. The more secretive the better..."
"yes!"
Iron Monkey also had a serious face, as if he had not seen Kong Qing being touched on the face.
"He was sent by Mr. Lang, and he was ready to die without mercy, so he went now."
As he said that, he raised his head and chest, and walked in the direction of Pingkangfang with high spirits.
Looking at his back, the corners of Kong Qing's mouth twitched slightly.
With this heroic step of Iron Monkey, we are not going to Pingkangfang, we are almost at Caishikou!
Just when Kong Qing arranged for Iron Monkey to go to Pingkangfang to investigate the identity of the tall man in black who met with Monk Yifan, Monk Jizang was standing in the main hall of Yanxing Temple, holding the long bamboo in his hand with a pious expression.
Cut, patiently cut the wicks of the lamp in front of the Buddha one by one.
A gray figure flashed, and Monk Yifan appeared behind Monk Jizang.
"Jizang..."
Monk Yifan looked at the old monk in front of him with a complicated expression.
"What do you want from the poor monk?"
"oh……"
Although a voice suddenly sounded behind him, Monk Jizang seemed to have been prepared, and the hand holding the long bamboo scissors did not tremble at all.
"You don't even want to say the word monk?"
Ji Zang turned his back to Yifan and spoke calmly.
"It seems that you already know that the old monk wants to create his own Three Treatises Sect..."
"good!"
Although Yifan's words were still gentle, his tone was a bit more repulsive and distant.
"Although it is said that everyone has their own ambitions and cannot be forced, as a member of Tiantai, I am still very disappointed with your choice Ji Zang."
"All causes and conditions are in vain. You are still too young to see through the attachment of others and self..."
Monk Ji Zang put down the bamboo scissors in his hand, turned around, and shook his head slightly.
"That's all, the old monk shouldn't be the one to teach you."
"Let's just say it directly."
Monk Yifan still stood upright and spoke in a distant tone.
"Then why are you looking for the poor monk?"
"All right!"
Jizo reached into his sleeve and took out a letter.
"A decree has arrived on the rooftop. Monk Yifan, do you want to pick it up?"
Monk Yifan looked at the letter in Ji Zang's hand with a look of longing in his eyes, but in the end he slowly shook his head.
"The poor monk is still saying the same thing. The poor monk will not leave until this matter is resolved."
"Finish it..."
Monk Ji Zang placed the letter on the altar table in the main hall, then turned around and picked up the long bamboo scissors, and continued to cut the lanterns while speaking casually.
"By killing him, do you mean using soul-obsessed methods to assassinate Kong Ke who saw you secretly meeting Li Zitong?"
After hearing what Monk Jizang said, Monk Yifan frowned in anger.
"Are you spying on the poor monk?"
"hehe……"
Monk Jizang smiled inexplicably.
"Let's not talk about Li Zitong. Do you know how much trouble you brought to Monk Fa Chang because you assassinated Kong Ke?"
"trouble……"
Monk Yifan raised his eyebrows.
"What trouble could there be?"
"Two hours ago..."
Monk Jizang said slowly.
"Qingxiazi entered Shengye Temple and accused Monk Fachang of blaming Kong Ke. He broke one of his legs. Qingxiazi refused to let go. He must make us hand over the mastermind behind Kong Ke's death."
Click!
Monk Jizang shook his hands and picked out a lantern flower.
"Yifan, please tell me whether we should hand over the mastermind behind this."
"Didn't I ask those monks to pretend that Kong Ke was seriously ill and died suddenly after breaking up Kong Ke's soul?"
Yifan asked a little strangely.
"Why was Qingxiazi able to find out the truth so quickly?"
"In this world, if you don't want others to know, unless you do nothing yourself, you may think that you have done many things perfectly, but that's just what you think..."
Monk Jizang looked straight at the ever-burning lamp, and with a click, he cut off the wick of the last dim oil lamp.
"Yifan, many of the things you did in Chang'an, including the remaining great monks of the Fahua Sect, are dissatisfied. Now the old monk represents the temple master Wei Na of the temples in Chang'an to officially notify you..."
With that said, Monk Jizang put down the scissors in his hand, turned around and picked up the letter on the altar table.
"Monk Yifan, if you accept the decree and return to Tiantai immediately, you will still be a member of Buddhism, and we will shoulder the pressure from the Taishi Bureau for you. But if you continue to insist on your own way, then from now on
, the Buddhist sect in Jingzhao will no longer provide you with any protection, and even if you pass away in Chang'an, we will not help you."
Monk Yifan looked at the letter intently, then closed his eyes silently, slid his body flatly backwards, and disappeared into the night.