Shen Wanjin and the others pursued all the way west and followed them to the inn in the town.
Not long after Monk Kongji went up, Shen Wanjin and the others arrived downstairs.
"Sir, please stay at the hotel. Please come inside."
When the waiter saw that Shen Wanjin and the others were not monks, his attitude improved significantly.
When you open the door for business, of course you will be greeted with a smile.
Kongji, Old Bald Donkey, and the others were disliked simply because the matter of begging for a child in Zhaoti Temple was so disgusting.
Shen Wanjin and the others dismounted and said, "Stay in the hotel, three rooms."
The waiter led Shen Wanjin's horse. Hearing that three rooms were required, he said apologetically: "Sorry, guest, we only have one room left."
This inn is small and has few guest rooms, so I really can’t fit it in.
His sweet and withered pine-like hands grabbed the tobacco stem, touched the tobacco bag, and inserted the tobacco stem back into his waist.
This time Gan Xin had two large gourds hanging on his waist, which did not match his thin and rickety body.
Black Wind looked up at the guest room on the second floor with great vigilance.
"Then I want a guest room. It's better than sleeping in the open."
Shen Wanjin said with a smile, looking very kind.
The more vicious a person is, the kinder they are when they pretend to be.
Seeing that Shen Wanjin was reasonable, the waiter said enthusiastically: "Okay, distinguished guest, come with me."
"What do you want to eat, distinguished guest? Our shop has noodles, pancakes, chicken, mutton, and chicken."
He got off his horse and took him aside. A waiter picked him up, and the waiter took Shen Wanjin into the lobby.
Shen Wanjin said: "Three bowls of noodles and a large plate of chopped mutton will do."
The waiter immediately responded: "Okay, please wait a moment. I'll be here soon."
Shen Wanjin and the other three sat down in the lobby. Heifeng scanned the surroundings alertly and only looked away after making sure there was no problem.
Gan Xin took out the dry tobacco stick, filled it with shredded tobacco, and took out the fire stick to light it.
He lit the tobacco and smoked it, white smoke overflowing from his mouth and nose.
"The lewd monk at Zhaoti Temple has done a lot of harm to people."
"Isn't that right? Zhujiazhuang knows about it, right?"
"That's Zhujiazhuang, right?"
"How many Zhujiazhuangs are there in Daxia? It's Zhu Yong's Zhujiazhuang."
"I heard that Zhu Yong's wife and his sixteen-bedroom concubine both went to Zhaoti Temple to beg for children. In other words, Zhu Yong's children are all bastards."
"Don't tell me, I remember that Zhu Yong raised many foreigners, and those people couldn't have children."
"Yes, that's the strange thing. The woman he slept with couldn't have children, but he could have children after going to Zhaoti Temple. Tell me, whose seed was it?"
"It is said that there was a big banquet in Zhujiazhuang last night, and then..."
The voices of several people suddenly dropped, and there was a look of fear on their faces.
Such a low voice could not be heard by others, but Shen Wanjin and the other three could hear it clearly.
"Then his wife and daughter all died. They were all poisoned and died. Even his wife, Mu, died."
"This Zhu Yong is also ruthless. After all, after so many years of love between husband and wife and between children, he is really ruthless."
"Liang Xiao is not a gentleman, he is not a poisonous husband, and the children he has raised for so many years are actually bastards, and they are all bastards. Can you swallow this?"
"I heard that his wife, Mu, goes to Zhaoti Temple every year to ask Zitang to fulfill her wish. Why do you think she goes there?"
"It's not just Zhujiazhuang, there are many Zhuangzi who are like this."
"Originally, I envied these rich people for being able to go to Zhaoti Temple to ask for children, but now, hehe..."
Shen Wanjin listened to these people's discussions and secretly praised Long Chen for his good tactics.
Wan Jinlou had never noticed such a secret thing, but Long Chen discovered it and took advantage of it to the extreme.
At this time, Zhaoti Temple was completely smelly, and the appeal of Buddhism was gone.
It only took a few days for him to go from being a high-minded person who took refuge in the Buddha to becoming a treacherous and evil monk.
The people of Xixia hated Shile and Zhaoti Temple, and their hearts were scattered.
There will even be people who surrender to the enemy to help Long Chen attack Xixia.
Just like the Zhu Yong mentioned just now, he killed all his wives, concubines and children, and he must have hated Shi Le and Kong Ji in his heart. When Long Chen came over, Zhu Yong would definitely eat the pot of pulp and welcome Master Wang to the west.
"Sir, three bowls of noodles and a large plate of mutton."
The waiter put down the food, each person had a large bowl of noodles, and a large plate of chopped mutton was placed in the middle.
"Sir, would you like some drinks?"
Shen Wanjin shook his head and smiled. He had serious business to attend to, and drinking would easily cause problems.
Besides, you can’t buy any good wine in a village shop like this.
"Okay, sir, please use it with ease."
The waiter stepped back.
Heifeng slipped a piece of silver from his sleeve and tried all three bowls of noodles and mutton to make sure they were not poisonous. The three of them ate slowly.
After finishing eating, the three of them went upstairs and entered the guest room.
upstairs.
Kong Ji led two disciples into the room and closed the door. The disciple was angry and said, "Master, that person dared to insult the Buddha. Why can't I scold him?"
Another disciple also said: "Yes, Master, Zhaoti Temple is a national temple, how can it be defiled?"
These two disciples didn't know that Qiuzitang's scandal had been exposed, so they felt confident.
Monk Kongji looked sad and said, "Do you know why I returned to the royal city overnight?"
The two disciples shook their heads slightly, they didn't know why.
Monk Kongji said: "Because the matter of Qiuzitang was made public by Long Chengen, the believers of Qiuzi and the people of the royal city attacked Zhaoti Temple, and we suffered heavy casualties."
"The king ordered us to return to the royal town to guard and stabilize the situation at Zhaoti Temple."
"This matter has spread, even in rural areas like this."
"What else are you going to say at this time?"
"If you hear words like this in the future, don't argue."
The two disciples were dumbfounded...
They must know about Qiuzitang.
The biggest secret of Zhaoti Temple was actually exposed, and the two of them were speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"Have a good rest and get up early tomorrow and go on your way."
Monk Kongji sat down on the bed and immediately meditated to practice the Mad Lion Technique. The two disciples went to the next room to rest.
Monk Kong Ji regarded the Mad Lion Technique taught by Shi Le as a treasure, pondering it while eating and sleeping, and practiced it whenever he had time, so he made rapid progress.
In this moment of emptiness, my cultivation has taken a big step forward.
Kongji sat cross-legged and held his breath, silently circulating the true energy in his body...
In a room not far away, Shen Wanjin sat down, with Heifeng and Gan Xin opposite.
"Kong Ji is in the room named Ren. There are two disciples next to him. Their cultivation is not good enough."
Black Wind has found out clearly.
Shen Wanjin thought for a while and said: "Old Bald Donkey Kongji has been practicing the Mad Lion Technique for some time. If we confront him head-on, we may suffer a loss."
Shen Wanjin neither belittles himself nor thinks too highly of himself.
As an assassin, it is a wise choice to act in a shabby manner and overestimate your opponents.
Gan Xin finished smoking his second pipe, poured the ashes into the spittoon, and said, "Yes, Kongji Old Bald Donkey has excellent qualifications. These days are enough for him to improve his cultivation."
"A frontal attack is not good for us. I suggest we use it wisely."
Heifeng looked at Gan Xin, Shen Wanjin nodded slightly and said, "Do you have an idea?"
Gan Xin nodded and said: "When I came in for dinner just now, I looked at the inn carefully and already thought of a way to attack it."
Shen Wanjin nodded slightly and said, "Okay, then follow your plan."
Gan Xin put the dry tobacco pole back into his waist and immediately revealed his plan.
Shen Wanjin immediately assigned tasks according to Gan Xin's ideas, and after the plan was completed, he waited to take action in the middle of the night.
