"Are you sure, the assassin is hiding here?" Fang Jun walked up and asked.
"Assassin... Assassin?" Fang Zheng was completely frightened by this word and almost fainted!
This is a huge disaster. There is actually an assassin hiding in Pingxuanfang?
Who was assassinated?
Li Chongzhen ignored Fang Zheng, who was frightened to death, and returned to Fang Jun's words, saying: "Through the bedding, the fabrics of clothing, the craft wood of tea sets, tables and stools, the sources of food and snacks, etc., a total of these things were traced to a total of thirty people."
Three shops, seven of which are not in Chang'an City. Then we mobilized people to conduct a comprehensive survey of the 26 shops in the city, and conducted a survey on all the customers who came to purchase items recently. A total of 4,300 points were obtained from the questionnaire.
Twenty-nine suspects were involved. After final investigation, the rest were eliminated, leaving only one family of merchants from the Western Regions in Daqin Temple."
As he spoke, his eyes were full of admiration for Fang Jun.
This big data method looks stupid and silly, but it’s really useful!
When thousands of inexplicable and disorganized questionnaires were summarized one by one and carefully screened, all the clues pointed to this Hu merchant who lived in Daqin Temple.
One clue may be a coincidence, ten clues may be an accident, but when hundreds of clues all point to one answer, that is the truth!
Fang Jun had no doubts about this method, so what if it was wrong?
Anyway, the pot has been thrown out...
"Then what are you waiting for?" Fang Jun frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with Li Chongzhen's procrastination.
No matter what position you hold, being decisive is the best quality. Being indecisive will never lead to great things. He has always been very optimistic about Li Chongzhen, but he doesn't know why he made such a low-level mistake at this time.
If you delay for a minute longer, things will change. There is no such thing as certainty or immutability in this world!
Li Junxian smiled bitterly and said: "This Daqin Temple... is not very easy to move."
"Do you have a background?" Fang Jun was stunned.
Fang Jun didn't know what the Daqin Temple was. Just hearing the name, he knew it wasn't original to the Tang Dynasty. It was probably some kind of Hu religion from the Western Regions. But he didn't know what background a Hu religion from the Western Regions had that could make him a "Hundred Cavalry".
Everybody feels scared?
Li Junxian said helplessly: "This Daqin Temple was built by His Majesty personally and promised to be built..."
Fang Jun was also speechless. This background is indeed a bit big...
However, he reacted immediately and looked at Li Junxian suspiciously: "The commander-in-chief specially ordered someone to call someone here. I'm afraid it's not to share the credit, but to let someone take the blame, right?"
Li Junxian smiled awkwardly: "What are you talking about? Brother, am I that kind of person?"
"Haha, I think so!" Fang Jun sneered, not intending to give Li Junxian face.
This is all happening to me, how can I give you any face?
Li Chongzhen interjected: "The abbot of Daqin Temple is a barbarian. He just humbled his position and wanted to go in for a search, but he refused. After all, it is a temple built by His Majesty Chrysostom, and he cannot be too tough in his humble position. Only you, Marquis of Xinxiang, came forward.
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Fang Junqi asked: "Do I have a lot of face? Or does this Monk Hu know me?"
Li Junxian said: "He doesn't know you, but he knows the prime minister."
"I see."
I just wanted to use my father's name to ask for favors...
But then again, this monk is so powerful that he dares to stop even "Hundred Cavalry" from taking people, but Li Junxian still can't do anything to him?
Very cool!
As far as Fang Jun knows, there were many foreigners in the Tang Dynasty, but unlike later generations who were always prone to "foreign-related disputes" and the whole society was afraid of "surprised allies" by providing for foreigners, the Tang Dynasty at this time was really arrogant! All of them
Foreigners are all inferior people. Except for those foreign envoys who have a higher status, the rest are like slaves and servants!
At this time, there was even an outrageous law: Chinese women were not allowed to marry foreigners!
Can you believe it?!
Let’s look at the future generations. A poor nigger in Africa can cheat and cheat in our country. He sleeps with girls casually and dumps them after they sleep. And then there are those who come after him...
National self-esteem has collapsed to the extreme!
"Okay then, everyone has been deceived by you?"
Fang Jun was also helpless. He had no interest in this assassination case at all. It was not within the scope of his business...
But in order to understand this matter as soon as possible, even if someone takes advantage of him, he has to admit his defeat.
Groups of "Hundred Cavalry" soldiers with bright helmets and swords and guns surrounded the entire Pingxuanfang, especially the Daqin Temple with a dome building.
As soon as Fang Jun came outside the temple gate, he saw a foreigner coming out of the temple.
This man was wearing a kudzu monk's robe. He was tall but as thin as a bamboo pole. When the wind blew, the loose monk's robe swayed in the wind...
His blond hair is all naturally curly, and he has a shaggy beard under his chin. He has only one pair of clear and bright eyes.
This monk was very impressive. He probably knew that Li Junxian and others were wary of throwing rat weapons. As soon as he came out, he waved his arms and said in a weird voice: "It's so lawless! This is the Daqin Temple, the territory of the gods. You are simply too much.
If you are too rude, I will report it to the Emperor Ming and have you ruled as a criminal!"
Li Junxian's face suddenly darkened, and he stared at the monk with a very unkind expression.
Fang Jun knew that this old man was not doing too well in the "Hundred Cavalry". His Majesty Li Er was already dissatisfied with him because of the Ashina Association incident. This time, Zhang Shigui was assassinated again.
, "Hundred Cavalry" still did nothing, which disappointed His Majesty Li Er.
It is estimated that at this moment, Li Junxian is still thinking about this in his heart. He will give this monk a good beating and whether His Majesty Li Er will impose any additional punishment while removing him as the "Hundred Cavalry" commander.
If not, or if he can bear the extra punishment, he may have to let Monk Fan know why the flowers are so red in the next second...
Fang Jun coughed, looked at Monk Fan and asked with a smile: "Dare you ask the master's name?"
The monk was stunned for a moment, his face turned red, and he said angrily: "I am not a monk!"
Fang Jun was embarrassed...
You are not a monk, why is this place called a "temple"?
He thought this was a foreign monk...
Monk Fan was very angry and said: "This is ridiculous. I believe in the Christian God. What an ignorant fool!"
Fang Jun was dumbfounded. How could this monk curse?
Little did he know that these foreign monks and missionaries had simply experienced the most miserable life in this magical land...
During the kaleidoscope-like three centuries of the Tang Dynasty's rule, people from almost every country in Asia had entered the magical land of the Tang Dynasty.
Each of these people came to the Tang Dynasty with different purposes. Some were out of curiosity, some were ambitious, some were doing business and making profits, and some were out of necessity.
Among the foreigners who came to the Tang Dynasty, the three most important categories were envoys, monks and businessmen. They respectively represented the strong interest of Asian countries in the Tang Dynasty in politics, religion and business at that time.
Especially the monks, they feel extremely excited and longing for this country with a vast land and a prosperous population - there is no fixed religion that allows people to have a lofty faith!
There were two roads leading to the Tang Dynasty, one was the 6-lane passage used by caravans, the Silk Road, and the other was the sea passage used by fleets. Large ships regularly traveled between the Indian Ocean and the China Sea, carrying eager Western monks.
Heading towards the splendid east, I eagerly want to spread the gospel of God on this land as white as paper...
However, they soon discovered sadly that this was really a magical country.
The people here are smart, enthusiastic, and the army is extremely powerful! When the teachings are spread to them, they will listen carefully and even generously donate a large amount of money to fund the construction of temples and support the lives of monks.
Whenever they encounter difficulties, they will pray devoutly and ask the gods to give them wealth, health, official positions, beautiful women... Anyway, they ask for everything.
However, before God heard their prayers, they turned around and prayed to Sakyamuni or Sanqing Daoist...
They believe in everything, but they believe in nothing.
When you are sad, you will want to be blessed by the gods, but when you are happy, all gods will be abandoned by them.
They only believe in themselves.
Or, this is the reason why this country is extremely powerful...
Therefore, almost every believer who hopes to spread sacred teachings in this land is left with helpless disappointment...