After preparing things in the armory room, Long Chen returned to the study, where Feng He was already waiting.
"grown ups."
Long Chen sat down and said: "Tomorrow I will meet Shen Wanjin at an inn ten miles north of the city. You sent people to lurk around. Shen Wanjin is a desperado and cannot be trusted."
Feng He looked solemn and said, "Okay, I'll arrange the manpower right away."
Feng He left the study and immediately sent someone to prepare.
Sitting in the room, Long Chen crossed his legs and meditated, thinking about how to argue with Shen Wanjin tomorrow and persuade Shen Wanjin to cooperate with him.
....
True Buddhist Temple.
Mojie came out of Guanyin Hall. He had just given sermons to the believers.
Walking in the courtyard, when pilgrims saw Mojie, they folded their hands and saluted.
A short and fat member of staff came towards me. Judging from his clothes, he must have come from Xixia.
There was a child accompanying him, who was already a head or two taller than the member of staff.
Judging from the appearance, this child should be the son of a member of the Communist Party of China. He was followed by several servants.
When the officer saw Mojie, he immediately pulled the child forward and said, "Are you Master Mojie?"
Mojie clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha is the poor monk."
The member was very happy and said: "I am from Xixia. My name is Qin Yi. I have heard about your Dharma and we come to worship you sincerely."
"We also believe that all living beings are equal and people should live in peace."
"I heard that you only need to recite Amitabha to get liberation and salvation and enter heaven?"
Mojie trained a group of missionary monks in the Zhenfo Temple and promoted the new Buddhism in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He advocated the equality of all people and that everyone has Buddha nature and can become a Buddha. He also advocated that monks should not participate in worldly struggles and believers should not have to pay tribute. If you pay money for offerings, the monks must practice hard.
Zhenfo Temple does not ask for money from believers like Zhaoti Temple.
The influence of Zhenfo Temple is growing, and the believers of Zhaoti Temple in Xixia are also affected.
Mojie smiled and said, "That's it. If you recite Amitabha's name sincerely, you can be reborn in bliss."
The member was very happy and asked: "Then I don't need to donate money to the temple, right?"
Mojie shook his head and said with a smile: "No need. We monks can just eat two gruels a day. We don't need any money."
Yuanwai praised: "It's better than Zhaoti Temple. They need a lot of money to make offerings to the Buddha. No wonder Master Mojie opened another sect. It is indeed better than Zhaoti Temple."
Yuanwai also knew that Mojie was once a monk of Zhaoti Temple and a disciple of Monk Kongji.
Mojie smiled, not knowing how to answer the question.
"I will believe in Amitabha from now on, thank you Master."
"This is Qin Nan, the dog. Please pay your respects to Master Mojie quickly."
The child put his hands together in front of Mojie, saluted, and said, "Master."
Mojie looked at the child and felt a strange feeling in his heart.
"The donor is so polite."
Mojie smiled.
Yuan Wai took the child to the Guanyin Hall. Mojie looked back at the child's back and felt strange.
"The more I look at it, the more it looks like..."
Mojie shook his head and said to himself: "There are many people with similar looks in the world, so there is nothing surprising about it."
....
The next day, seeing the sun setting in the west, Long Chen put on his armor, put on sleeve arrows in his sleeves, hid a dagger at his waist, put on a pair of boots, tidied up his clothes and hair, and then left the room.
Su Yourong met Long Chen in the yard, and seeing that he was tidy up, he asked in a low voice: "Sir, if the princess is away for a day, why don't you go visit a brothel?"
Both Di Lingyi and Di Luoxi went to lurk in the north of the city today and did not come to the house. Su Yourong didn't know the situation and thought that Long Chen was going out again when the two princesses were not around.
Long Chen chuckled and said, "Auntie, please cover it up for me. If the princess asks, just tell me that I went to the Zhenfo Temple to lecture on scriptures with Mojie."
Su Yourong said speechlessly: "Sir, I finally know why you want to rebel against Mojie. You just want to cover yourself when visiting a brothel."
Long Chen smiled and said: "Auntie is so smart, I will come back tonight to reward you."
Su Yourong said shyly: "You said something about tigers and wolves in broad daylight."
Long Chen hugged Su Yourong and played with the fleshy area, then went out to the front yard.
Seeing that Long Chen was about to go out, He Juntao quickly brought his horse over.
Riding a horse, Long Chen left Commander Long's Mansion and walked towards the north gate.
As the sun turns to the west, there are more pedestrians on the street, because the sun is not as strong as at noon, and it is easier to go out.
"Bean flour, bean flour... good bean flour."
"Straw sandals, straw sandals... Put on the straw sandals I made, and you can walk as fast as flying..."
"Mutton...mutton..."
There were constant shouts of hawkers on the street, vendors pushing wheelbarrows, businessmen carrying burdens, and all kinds of people, and it looked very lively.
Long Chen seemed to have no intention of walking slowly towards the north of the city, but in fact he was looking at the people around him with the corner of his eye.
None of these people dressed as business travelers looked at Long Chen, but their attention fell on him.
Obviously, these people are from Wanjin Tower.
Long Chen wasn't surprised at all, but Shen Wanjin was definitely worried. I'm afraid there was someone monitoring him from Long Shuai's mansion to the inn.
After leaving the north gate, Long Chen continued walking north. The merchants and travelers on the road became sparser, but there were always there.
There are even assassins dressed as old farmers in the wheat fields.
Long Chen pretended not to see it and continued walking north alone.
After walking ten miles, I saw an inn on the roadside.
This inn is very simple, just a few thatched sheds, with a fence in front of the courtyard wall, and the gate is just two pillars with a pillar across it, and then there is a door number, written in black ink: Roadside Inn.
When he arrived at the door of the inn, Long Chen looked up at the door number and said with a dumb smile: "I thought it was a roadside inn, but I didn't expect the name of the inn to be called a roadside inn."
This name was chosen too hastily.
"Please give me some permission, borrow it, borrow it..."
Behind them, a team of donkey carts entered the inn, with some wheat on top.
The inn is lively and lively. The waiters and waiters are all busy with their own business, and guests of all kinds are eating, staying, and coming in and out.
Long Chen walked into the roadside inn, and a smart waiter came up to greet him with a smile.
“Is it better to treat guests as a guest or stay in a hotel?”
Long Chen smiled, got off the horse, threw the reins to the waiter, and said: "Let your shopkeeper come out and say that Long Chengen has arrived."
The waiter's expression did not change, and he still had a smile on his face: "Guests, please come in and be a respectful guest!"
The waiter led the horse to the stables, and a gorgeous middle-aged woman walked out of the inn, wearing a breastless skirt, a floral skirt underneath, a lake blue wide-sleeved shirt, and a flying cloud bun.
Seeing Long Chen, the woman smiled and bowed, "Honorary guest of the slave inn, please come in!"
Long Chen chuckled: "Thank you."
The woman led the way, and Long Chen followed behind.
The female innkeeper entertained her so warmly, but no one in the inn seemed to see it. Those who should eat were eating, and those who should be staying in the hotel were still busy. The guests were also laughing and joking. The atmosphere was very strange, as if Long Chen was a transparent person.
