Once the words are spoken, everyone will understand.
"Actually, it's just a trick played by children." Yu Qiansi looked at the people who had just been searching for scriptures and articles, all staying in the same place, and said calmly: "If someone understands astrology, it is not difficult to find him.
A suitable opportunity for Yuehong to appear."
As long as the moon position is low and there is rain in the relative position of the moon, it is easy to see a moonbow.
There are countless places where the moon is in the lower position every year. Then, all it takes is someone who knows how to know astrology to calculate in advance a night with no wind and rain and dim stars, and everything will fall into place.
In fact, days like this are not uncommon in this southerly place. However, most people work hard, and no one will stay up all night and stare at the night sky. Therefore, the moonbow is more likely to be seen.
Just small.
And the so-called coincidental dreams are even more unpopular tricks.
The well-known good people around the Seven Buddhas City are pious and difficult to bribe, but because of their piety, they are easily misled.
As long as you find a way to give them some medicinal and dietary supplements that have a soothing effect, find a maid or servant to bribe them, and chant some words to this person while they sleep, they will naturally have some vague dreams related to this.
"Ah? Isn't this too simple?" Shang Fu was shocked.
"Of course, what I just said is just the first step." Yu Qiansi was used to Shang Fu interrupting her, and continued: "How many people can pat their chests and guarantee that they can clearly remember every dream? It's fuzzy.
Naturally, those who sleep peacefully will not take their dreams to heart, and they may forget them as soon as they wake up."
This brings us to the second step.
In addition to asking the bribed servant to repeat the first step, some introductions need to be given in daily life.
"I understand, I understand!" Shang Fu exclaimed again: "It's like I've been dreaming about Lady Sun of Yue Guifang recently. She's worth too much, and I don't have enough money to see her often.
Something to think about——" Shang Fu was planning to talk a lot, but when he met a familiar and cold look in the crowd, he shuddered and swallowed the rest of his words.
Everyone had long been accustomed to Shang Fu's unattractive appearance, and no one noticed that someone in the crowd lightly raised his eyelids and stared at him, then lowered his head and followed the elder in a gesture of humility.
However, although the merchant boy went too far, everyone understood what he said.
If you put some Buddha statues or ask someone to talk about good omens, it will definitely lead the person to recall. In this way, they will think about it every day and dream about it at night. It will not be difficult for them to firmly believe that their dreams are a good omen.
Because of their devout beliefs, these people will also feel that this is a great honor, and subconsciously they will feel that these things are more true than false. When several people add up, they will find that each other has had such a dream recently, and they will be even more convinced.
Wang Song's knuckled hands hung in his sleeves, but he clenched them tightly. He didn't know whether he wanted to suppress the excruciating pain that traveled deep into his bones, or to hide the coldness in his heart.
Some people started planning a month or two ago.
"Yes, someone started planning a month or two ago." Yu Qiansi nodded and said: "In this way, as long as we know the time of His Majesty's trip this morning, and then release the news in advance to let the believers and pilgrims gather in advance, we can
Let Mingxuan take the opportunity to say something, so that the Dharma conference has to start early."
Yu Qiansi and Wang Song exchanged a look.
The depth of this person's planning is beyond human reach.
Looking back, the reason for this trip was because something strange happened in the palace late at night, and rumors spread among the people. The emperor had to go to the imperial mausoleum for some unknown reason, and he went to great lengths to make such arrangements.
But now it seems that the informants within the Imperial Guard have been laid in place for a long time, and the arrangements for the Seven Buddha City naturally take longer.
It's like a mantis stalking a cicada, all linked together. I don't know whether the saint is better this time, or whether the mastermind behind the scenes has a perfect plan.
Wang Song looked at the courtiers and saw that they all looked like they didn't believe what A Si said, but he understood that they just couldn't accept it for a while. If you give them some time, these old foxes will naturally figure it out.
Think clearly about each joint.
Wang Song only felt the pain that he had just suppressed all over his body, rising up like waves. Each huge wave was an uncontrollable pain. The pain surged, and his vision blurred.
He pinched his Jingming point with his fingers and closed his eyes.
Recently, my vision has become blurry when I have been suffering from poisonous attacks.
His time is running out.
But now is not the time to distract yourself from thinking about this.
Always solve the immediate problem first.
What is the purpose of the people behind the scenes doing this?
Often, he stands at the gathering place of power and works backwards, and it is not difficult to figure out the tricks and plans of various families and clans.
But this time, just like his increasingly evil eyes, he couldn't see who the other party was, let alone figure out the other party's purpose.
"Everything will fall into place." The familiar voice of Qingyue beside him was also coming closer and further away. He heard Yu Qiansi ask confidently: "Do you think so? This is Abbot Mingjing."
Ming Jing seemed to be smiling but not smiling, still looking aloof from the mortal world, lowering his eyes and saying nothing.
Yu Qiansi was waiting for further questioning when he heard movement behind him.
Counting the time, it was time for the few Imperial Guardsmen who went to explore the road to return.
Everyone saw Yu Qiansi turning around and looked over together. However, they only saw Ding Er, covered in blood, crawling out of the dark hole with difficulty.
"Master Jade..."
Seeing this, Suan Zhuo hurriedly stepped forward to help Ding Er up together, while the other Wuya guard Shudu immediately drew his sword on guard and stared at the dark entrance of the cave.
"Master Yu..." Ding Er was brought to Yu Qiansi. He was seriously injured. There were stab wounds all over his body. The heaviest knife fell on his back, from the left waist and abdomen to the right shoulder.
When I opened it, it was horrible to look at.
After he saw the injury clearly, his thin lips pursed into a thin line. He looked up at Yu Qiansi, and what he wanted to say was self-evident.
Naturally, the people in charge of punishment knew that this injury was caused by the knife that Boyi always carried.
Boyi's plain sword was simple and low-key, and no one in the punishment department had ever seen him draw it. Once, several Wuya guards gathered together to bet that Boyi's sword was not sharpened.
Those people were drunk after going to the office, and Boyi was talking and laughing with them on weekdays. When he was not prepared, he pulled out the knife from his waist, and then he saw the inconspicuous horizontal knife.
The cold light is dazzling and absolutely extraordinary.
With a wave of your hand, you can break the wind.
Boyi was deceived by them in the name of Yu Qiansi, so he gave them an opportunity. When he saw that his sword was taken away, he reached out to take it. But the man drank wine and saw the sword again, so naturally he didn't want to
He let go and started swinging around while he was drunk. One person threw the knife out without holding it firmly, and scratched another person who was watching the fun while drunk.
At that time, the wound was just like the wound on Chouji's body today.