After a while, Kongxing and his people hurried back and said: "Abbott, Kongxing and his people have searched everywhere, but they can't find the figure who stayed on the wall. This person has left without saying goodbye."
The red-faced monk Kongwen felt a pang of regret in his heart when he heard this. Somehow, he was particularly attracted to this Bisu. He really lacked a smart disciple by his side. He originally wanted to take him into his sect, but he didn't expect that he was actually a thief.
Son. What a pity..., Alas! What a pity...
It turned out that the dormitory found out that the residence of General Cheng's family was nearby, so he rushed to steal. Unexpectedly, Miss Tang shouted in the room, and the guards who had stayed away because they knew Miss Tang was taking a bath rushed back quickly.
In the end, even he discovered it. Fortunately, this kid saw the opportunity early and ran away long ago. How could he be stupid enough to rush back to the Hall of Merit and wait for others to identify him.
After a while, Xuanfa and others rushed back: "Abbot Qi, donor Ding's figure and package are missing in the backyard. I asked several nephews guarding the mountain gate and they all said that donor Ding has left our Zen temple.
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Monk Kongkong turned to Miss Tang anxiously and said helplessly: "Donor Tang..."
This Tang girl is the eldest lady of the Tang family in the northwest. Li Yuchang once wanted to marry Tang Yanyan to Ding Chengye as his wife. Her uncle was Guangyuan General Cheng Shixiong.
For a while, there was nothing good to do in Guangyuan City in the winter, and I felt bored, so I came to Puji Temple to stay for a while.
Mrs. Cheng is a Buddhist. Because of her relationship, since these two thieves are not monks of Puji Temple, Tang Yanyan doesn't want to make things difficult for them anymore. She doesn't bother to pursue the little thief who stole it. Anyway, he never really did it.
She lost her things, but if the thief who peeped at her body was not punished, her anger would be difficult to calm down, so she calmed down and said: "What is the name of that person named Ding? Is he the manager of the grain team?"
Monk Kongkong didn't dare to hide it, so he hurriedly explained Ding Hao's name and identity to her. After hearing this, Tang Yanyan sneered and said: "Come here, prepare a car for me, I will rush back to Guangyuan City immediately!"
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Guangyuan City.
When we entered Guangyuan City, the sun was already setting in the west.
Ding Hao knew that if in modern times, if he watched an older girl taking a bath and ran away, nothing would happen. However, in this era, a woman's reputation is more important than showing off her figure in a bikini on the beach in the future, which attracts countless people.
In an era when all perverts are succumbing, the matter of looking at someone's body can be a big or small matter, it all depends on whether they pursue it. If you are shy and endure the humiliation, then it will be fine. If you meet a little pepper, he is still very powerful.
Little Pepper, that's a big trouble. It's all my fault that I'm so horny. If I didn't peek at that time, or if I peeked and didn't hit the wallboard, why would it be like this?
Ding Hao left the temple, and as soon as he left the sight of the monks guarding the mountain gate, he stepped aside. Sure enough, in a moment, a group of carriages and horses left the temple and left in a hurry. Ding Hao stood there thinking for a while, feeling that both ancient and modern times
, a girl’s family would not publicize such an embarrassing thing in such a big way. Once her anger has subsided, the matter will probably be settled. Or maybe she doesn’t know her identity, or if she knows her identity, she can’t do it in a big way.
I heard that this person is a relative of Tan Yue, the protector of Puji Temple, and he should be a young lady or young lady from a wealthy family. Once he returns to the city, and has no proof, even if he sees him again, what will he do to him?
Anyway, now he has no other way except to go to Guangyuan. So comforting himself, Ding Hao followed the wheel in the snow and did not enter Guangyuan City until the afternoon.
Although this Guangyuan is a border town, it is very prosperous. While wars bring destruction and death, they often bring opportunities. This is the border between the northern and southern ethnic groups, and it is also the place where Tietuo and the Song Dynasty established the Chunchang.
During the war, there were frequent trades with each other. Furs, cattle and sheep from the north were continuously transported to the Central Plains from here, and tea, silk, and porcelain from the Central Plains were also transported from here to the northern countries in exchange for wealth.
Therefore, even though it is a relatively depressed winter, you can still see many bearded Hu merchants from the Western Regions, Tibetans, Uighurs, and even Persians and food merchants in the street markets, selling rhinoceros furs, spices and silks,
Everything you need.
Since the food from the Ding family has been shipped, people's minds have calmed down. Many snack bars that were closed these days and dare not trade, and just want to keep their own food for survival, have also reopened, including cooked sheep heads, grilled sheep faces, tripe lungs, kidneys, and dates.
Sand dumplings and fragrant candy are filled with fragrance everywhere.
There are also many pharmacies, restaurants, and tailor shops, where neatly dressed women with blue and white cloth handkerchiefs tied around their waists and buns tied up in buns sit and operate. Many young ladies and ladies from wealthy families also stroll around the streets openly, especially those who linger to sell.
Shop for makeup, head and face, clothes and flowers.
The prosperity here is different from the prosperity of Bazhou City. It has a somewhat desolate atmosphere. That is not because of the weather, but because this is an important military town anyway. Groups of soldiers with guns and sabers pass by from time to time.
street.
Ding Hao asked people about the whereabouts of the Ding family's motorcade. Almost everyone in the city knew that the Ding family had transported grain into the city, but few people knew where they lived. Ding Hao had to ask about the locations of several large inns and searched for them along the way.
Go. Ding Hao walked to a relatively prosperous and lively street and saw a row of pavilions facing the street in front, painted red and green, with lanterns swaying, and the three characters "Yingchun Pavilion" written high on the door.
It was a very vulgar name. Anyone who knew Chinese characters would know it was a brothel at a glance. Ding Hao was very happy. He was tired and tired from walking. His boots were clammy and his toes were stiff. He really wanted to find Ding as soon as possible.
He was sitting in a warm and warm house, soaking his feet in a basin of hot water and taking a good rest. However, he had already visited two big inns, but there was no trace of the Ding family. The third inn he inquired about was said to be
Less than a mile away from "Yingchun Pavilion", Ding Hao immediately quickened his pace and walked forward.
As soon as I walked to the door of "Yingchun Pavilion", I saw another group of officers and soldiers coming from the opposite side. This group of officers and soldiers was even more powerful, with clanging armor leaves and murderous intent. Although there were only more than 20 soldiers walking on the road with guns,
It gave him the feeling of heavy armored tanks rolling over, not only because these soldiers were tall and tall, their movements were neat and powerful, and their scarred armor was cold, but because of the spirit of these soldiers.
A feeling of indomitable strength and invincibility.
This is probably the temperament that can only be exuded by Northern Xinjiang veterans who have fought countless battles and survived hundreds of deaths. When you look at him, you know that he is harmless to you, but it also makes you feel oppressed.
The general in front of this group of soldiers has a tall mustache, lightning-like eyes, and a black face and beard as if they were made of iron. He is a very majestic general. Looking at his muscular body and strong waist, he looks like a black iron tower.
The black-faced general looked around, looking majestic. Suddenly his eyes were fixed on Ding Hao's right shoulder, and he shouted: "That boy, stop!"