Samurai Yu was sitting behind the desk, calmly listening to the report of the clerk in front of him, which in his eyes was full of loopholes, and gently tapping on the desk with one hand.
To be honest, as a once very successful big businessman, he didn't even need to use his brain to judge how much of what this clerk told him was false and how true...
Looking at the opening and closing lips of the little official in front of him, Samurai Yu was inexplicably distracted. The figure of the little official in front of him was also inexplicably similar to the first little official he met who wanted to embarrass himself when he was selling wood.
The figures overlapped.
In fact, the two of them clearly have nothing in common.
If I had been in business back then, I would be almost as rich as the country now...
Samurai Xun shook his head gently, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a teasing smile.
It is not difficult to make money by doing business, but doing business cannot save the Sui people, especially it cannot change their low status. If you want to change your family and honor your ancestors, you have to rely on other things.
As the saying goes, fame means marrying immediately...
A woman from the high-ranking Yang family could instantly raise her own status in the Wu family. In comparison, her abundant talents seemed somewhat dispensable.
How ironic!
After seeing the sarcastic smile of Samurai Yu, the expression of the clerk standing below suddenly became a little ugly, which made his already stuttering words even more difficult.
"alright……"
The warrior Xin Xin waved his hand and interrupted the clerk's words.
"You don't need to make up any stories for me here."
As he said that, the warrior Yu took out an account book from his side and threw it out, landing at the feet of the petty official.
"Don't say that I will punish you without teaching. I have made a rough calculation. In the past few years since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, you have embezzled more than 300,000 yuan in total. The specific accounts are in it.
Pick it up and see if I've missed anything."
The clerk carefully bent down and picked up the account book from the ground.
As soon as he opened the page, the clerk's expression was stunned, as if he had been struck by lightning. Every time he turned the page, his face became paler. Before he had even turned the page halfway, he was already sweating profusely and his body was like a
Sift chaff.
Gudong!
The clerk's legs went weak, he knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed several times to the warrior.
"Wu Shangshu, I know that I am wrong, and I still ask Wu Shangshu to show my noble hand and let a certain horse go..."
"this one?"
The warrior Yu made a thoughtful expression and said in a tone of voice.
"It's not impossible to let you go, but..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw a man wearing servant clothes of the Wu family burst in with a panic look on his face.
"Master, something bad has happened!"
"Be more steady,"
The warrior Yu frowned and scolded the servant.
"Why are you so anxious? Take a breath and then talk to someone slowly."
The servant stopped, took a breath slowly according to Samurai Yu's words, and then spoke like a barrage of cannons.
"Junya Langjun and Fu Yi went to arrest the monks of the Fahua Sect last night, but they were killed by those monks..."
"What did you say?"
After hearing what the servant said, Samurai Yu instantly lost his composure. He jumped up from his seat, grabbed the collar of the servant who was speaking, and asked loudly.
"...What happened to Junya?"
"Lang Jun, he..."
The servant stuttered and said.
"Mr. Lang, he followed Fu Yi yesterday to arrest the monks of the Fahua Sect, and unfortunately he was killed."
After hearing the servant's words, Samurai Yu suddenly felt as if the sky was struck by lightning, and his face suddenly turned ugly.
"Junya was in trouble?"
Although Wu Junya is not the child of his eldest brother, Samurai Tong, he is the only son of his elder brother, Samurai Leng. He still remembers that when Wu Junya followed him to Chang'an, his eldest brother, Samurai Leng, held his hand and cried.
Wangwang entrusted Wu Junya to him...
Now Wu Junya is actually in trouble?
How could he explain this to his elder brother...
Warrior Xun took a deep breath and said coldly.
"My nephew can't die in vain, go! Find out for me how Jun Ya died?"
"Yes Yes……"
The servant agreed, and then immediately backed out of the door.
"Wu Shangshu,"
The clerk who was kneeling on the ground raised his head and looked at the warrior Yu.
"Someone is willing to..."
The warrior Xun took another deep breath, his eyes swept over the body of the clerk who was kneeling on the ground, and an impatient look flashed in his eyes.
"But I don't want to do it anymore. Someone comes..."
Following the shouting, two clerks from the Ministry of Works quickly walked in from outside.
"Take this guy out, ransack his home, and then send him to Jingzhao Mansion. Tell him that he has stolen stolen goods and is a thousand miles away."
"No……"
When he heard that his home would be confiscated and he would have to travel a thousand miles away, the clerk from the Ministry of Works collapsed instantly. He banged his head on the ground hard, making a thumping sound.
"Whatever you want to do, Shangshu, I can help you. Please forgive me, Wu Shangshu..."
…
Just as the petty official was being dragged away, in the Guoqing Temple on Tiantai Mountain, a man who, although he was not young, looked handsome and virtuous, was holding out a finger with a thumb on it.
holding a folded paper bird.
What is strange is that the mouth of this paper bird is still opening and closing, as if a human is talking.
As it opened and closed, an old voice came out from the mouth of the paper bird. This handsome old monk tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening carefully.
"Fu Yi has a deep hatred for our Buddhist sect. If we don't get rid of this person, our Buddhist sect will still be in disaster...and Li Yuan, this Hu'er...who only wants to recognize Lao Jun as his ancestor, and forgets the sect... The Southern Transmission of Buddhism has already been
The top priority...the magical instruments being maintained in the monasteries in Chang'an this time are the best quality ones of our Fahua Sect in the past decades...the old monk must also find a way to take them back."
After the paper bird repeated a paragraph three times, with a flash of golden light, it returned to a dumbfounded state again.
"Sigh... Great Monk Zhixi is still a bit short-sighted. Since the monastery in Chang'an cannot be defended, what else do you want to do with these properties and magical artifacts? Simply throw them all away and provoke conflicts between other Buddhist sects and saints.
Is it not good?"
The handsome old monk shook his head and sighed.
"And after seeing Qingxiazi, he actually wanted to take back the magic weapon...Uncle Zhixi, there are some things you shouldn't be greedy for!"
Just as he said this, the old monk suddenly frowned, turned his hand, and put away the paper bird in his hand.
The next moment, a monk wearing cassocks walked in from outside and bowed to him with his hands together.
"Master Zhang An, Bhikshuni Zhanran, the contemporary Yinniang of Yinmen, has arrived at Guoqing Temple."
"oh……"
After this handsome old monk, Monk Zhang An, the current head of the Fahua Sect and known as the initiation master, heard these words, his face instantly became clear.
"Please come in quickly!"
A quarter of an hour later, a nun with bright eyes, slim figure, wearing a gray monk's robe and holding a fly whisk came in from outside.
At first glance, she seems to be in her forties, but upon closer inspection, you feel that she may only be in her thirties. But if you only look at her clear black and white eyes, you might think that she is
Only ten or twenty years old.
"Initiation great monk..."
After the nun walked in, she raised one hand, put it on her chest, and bowed slightly to the initiation monk.
"You are so anxious to urge the poor nun to come to the rooftop. Is there anything important you have to do?"
"It's really important..."
The initiation master bowed slightly to the nun in return and said with enthusiasm.
"It's related to the great catastrophe of Buddhism and the enemies of Buddhism that were speculated by someone more than a year ago."
"oh?"
The nun's face showed a very interested look, she shook the whisk in her hand and said to the initiation monk.
"Please also ask the great monk to explain in detail. The poor nun is all ears."
"The thing is like this, our sect was framed not long ago by someone who framed the great monk Faya who was stationed in Xi in Chang'an, saying that he wanted to rebel, so I sent the monk Zhixi to take charge of the affairs in Chang'an. As a result, not long after he left,
Our sect is once again involved in rebellion..."
The initiation monk shook his head with a wry smile.
"Now the foundations of our sect in the north, especially in Chang'an and Luoyang, have been completely uprooted. It is simply a catastrophe..."
"catastrophe?"
After hearing the words of the initiation monk, the slim nun shook her fly whisk again, with a thoughtful look on her face.
"Could this be the Buddhist catastrophe calculated by someone before?"
"Although the old monk wants to say yes, monks don't lie..."
The initiation monk put his hands together and said seriously.
"What happened to our sect is just the beginning of this catastrophe. According to Lao Na, all the Buddhist sects in the north, such as the Kushe sect and the Chengshi sect, will suffer the same heavy losses as our sect. This is
A great calamity in Buddhism. And the person who caused this calamity is..."
"who?"
The nun asked further.
"...Fu Yi, the original Taishi Ling of the Taishi Bureau!"
The initiation monk answered word for word.
"It is this person who sows dissension in front of the saints and intends to completely destroy our Buddhist sect. This time, our Fahua Sect is the first to bear the brunt. According to what Monk Zhixi found out in Chang'an, this person openly clamored for all the monks and nuns of our Buddhist sect to return to secular life.
, and then marry each other..."
Snapped!
The slim nun crushed the whisk handle in her hand with an expressionless expression.
"Damn it! How dare you be so blasphemous..."
"That's not all..."
The initiation monk replied seriously.
"This person also openly said in front of today's saints that we ascetics are evil Buddhas and sects, asking the saints to abandon us and convert to Confucius..."
Whoosh!
A flash of white light flashed, and the nun disappeared without a trace, leaving only her last words echoing in the yard.
"Damn it! This poor nun should go to Chang'an right now to see what tricks this guy has and how dare he be so arrogant!"
…
A tall man with picturesque features, three locks of long beard, and a monk's robe was standing in front of the cave where the hamsters were, frowning as he looked at the ground that had sunk more than three feet deep.
"This is directly smashing the entire rat hole. With such magic power, at least it is a Taoist disciple."
He stroked his beard with his hand, his face uncertain.
"Pindao remembers that the orders given to these servants back then absolutely prohibited them from provoking any cultivators. Could it be that after so many years, these servants have violated Pindao's orders?"
He circled around the location of the cave again and waved the whisk in his hand.
"Forget it, let Pindao dig this hole again and see what happened."