It is said that Zhao Chengqin, the commander of the Wucheng Army and Horse Division, came to Tianqi Temple. Wang Yitie was very frightened. He repeatedly said that Master Guiming was a compassionate monk and was determined not to kill any living beings. Zhao Cheng, who was reading at zero o'clock, naturally refused to listen and died.
People brought Gui Ming to question him and searched Tianqi Temple carefully.
Guiming was immediately brought to the front. The monk was about forty years old. He was an honest-looking man and wore two patches on his coarse cloth monk's clothes. He really didn't look like someone who could kill people. Guiming chanted the Buddha's name and clasped his hands together, feeling calm and composed.
. When he saw the yellow paper chanting Buddha's name repeatedly and confessing his sins, there was no fear or guilt on his face. He just said calmly: "I know nothing about this poor monk." Zhao Cheng frowned, vaguely feeling that the monk was too calm. If he cultivated
It was extremely high. Just now, the king said that his Buddhist knowledge was mediocre. If his cultivation was mediocre, ordinary people would be a little surprised when they saw this blood book. Then I had a question and answer with this monk, and saw that he was flawless, and I felt better.
Be suspicious.
Not long after, the detectives found the same yellow paper as in the yamen toilet behind the Vajra statue, under the altar table, in the ashes of the incense burner, etc., with the same words written on it and the same baby's fingerprints printed on it!
Zhao Cheng became more and more frightened and said: "No matter what, I have to trouble my master and go with my subordinates today."
Guiming He put his hands together and said: "The Buddha knows the innocence of this poor monk. It doesn't matter, just think of being imprisoned as a spiritual practice." Then he honestly let the police catch him. Zhao Cheng ordered people to search Tianqi Temple again, and found that
I found two pieces of yellow paper and took them back to the Yamen.
This incident attracted a lot of people to watch, and it spread throughout the capital in the blink of an eye. The clever storyteller made up the commentary overnight, saying that the evil monk had a human face and a beast's heart, and the bitter baby's lingering soul was planned to be told in a teahouse and tavern the next day. Waiting for Feng Ziying
Knowing this matter has already become a household name, and it is impossible to get him out silently. It is obvious that someone is looking for bad luck in Guiming, but we don't know why he caused trouble. Fortunately, he is in the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division, so he will not be in danger.
.So he went to see him in prison in person at midnight.
When the jailer saw the Xian Wang's token, he turned pale with fright. Feng Ziying smiled and said: "It's okay, I just want to ask the monk something. You just don't know." The jailer nodded vigorously and led the way. Feng Ziying
He led two people to follow him to Guiming's cell, and ordered the jailer to unlock it and go in. Guiming meditated in the cell and recited the Buddha's name when he heard the sound.
Feng Ziying said: "Master, I am in a good mood."
Gui Ming said: "You should remember the four elements in your body, each of which has its own name, but none of them has a self. Since I have no self, it is like an illusive ear."
Fortunately, Zhao Cheng felt that this monk was unusual and locked him up alone. Feng Ziying sent the jailer away and ordered the people who followed him to stay outside and asked, "Do you know who he is?"
Gui Ming said: "This poor monk has killed countless people in his life. I can't guess who it is."
Feng Ziying said: "Where is the baby?"
"More than a dozen."
"Is there anyone who has never cut the grass and roots?"
"The roots have probably been removed." Gui Ming thought about Huizi and said, "The only thing that has not been cleaned is a little girl who escaped from Prince Yi Zhong's family. Huizi is about fifteen or sixteen years old at this time."
Feng Ziying's heart sank: "It would be difficult to deal with them. They are quite capable. If they target you, they won't let you go easily."
After returning to the Ming Dynasty, I closed my eyes and recited the name "Buddha".
Feng Ziying said: "Do you still remember the people next to me?"
"Remember."
Gui Mingnai told the babies he had killed one by one. Feng Ziying wrote down all of them, almost all of them were subordinates of Prince Yi Zhong, and then said: "I will check these people. This place is safer than Tianqi Temple. You
We will wait for a while." After returning to the Ming Dynasty to recite the Buddha's name, Feng Ziying withdrew, told the jailer not to tell anyone about this, and left.
On the next day, things became even more serious. There were yellow papers with blood letters and blood seals posted everywhere in the capital, and what was terrible was that they were even at the gates of the princes’ residences and post offices. These days, the princes barely got into fights at court meetings.
Later, now they were even more serious. They used this to attack Situ Pan, causing him a splitting headache. He ordered Feng Ziying to quickly find out who was behind the trouble.
Feng Ziying was so busy that she couldn't touch the ground. How could she be able to find out someone who was so clueless? He suddenly had an idea and thought that Jia Cong and Nezha must know something about such ghosts and gods. There was no hope for him.
, actually went to Lixiangyuan to ask for advice.
Jia Cong was playing with Han Quan when he saw Feng Ziying come in and said cheerfully: "Brother Feng is so idle." Then he pointed at him and said to Han Quan, "Quan'er, this is Brother Feng. He has a cook at home who is very good at cooking noodles.
Okay, let’s go to their house to eat noodles tomorrow.”
Han Quan called out "Brother Han" and pouted: "I don't like noodles."
Jia Cong said: "You just love to eat snacks! You are getting fatter and fatter." As he said this, he pinched the child's cheek.
Feng Ziying looked at Han Quandao: "Is this the child raised by your eldest wife?"
Jia Cong said: "Yeah. I was pretty good when I first met him. Now I'm getting more and more naughty." Nai hugged the child tightly, and Han Quan chuckled. Jia Cong touched his little head and sighed, "We
My wife was unlucky, so she married my father. My father was an old womanizer, and he never paid attention to her, let alone left her an heir. His life was worse than that of the second wife. With this child
You can count on me to have someone to rely on for the rest of my life. You seem to be quite smart right now, and if you are willing to study, you should have no problem getting a name in the future."
Feng Ziying said: "It's also the fate of the two of them." Then she gave Han Quan a small purse, found a chair and sat down, and ordered some tea.
Jia Cong asked: "What's going on with the chaotic ghosts outside? The whole capital is aroused with curiosity, like a rooster crowing, everyone is looking forward to seeing the excitement."
When Feng Ziying heard this, she knew that he thought it was not the work of ghosts and gods. She smiled bitterly and said, "That monk is now mine."
Jia Cong curled his lips: "Then...have you committed any sins before?"
"That's too much." Feng Ziying said, "He also acted under orders."
Jia Cong said: "What he did was extremely unclean. His actions were obvious and his enemies found him. Either he could escape from his shell and just say that he was punished by an unjust ghost and he would bleed to death from his seven orifices. He could change his Taoist name, change his temple and become a Taoist priest."
Feng Ziying said: "I just haven't found out who is causing trouble behind the scenes. I wonder if it is the remnant of Prince Yi Zhong."
Jia Cong said: "No. Prince Yi Zhong's people have some skills. They can kill him directly to avenge him. Why bother to stir up trouble in the city? With such a spirited leader, it is better to go to the kings to help their master rehabilitate."
Feng Ziying thought: "Rehabilitation must be achieved this time... Most of the remaining families were also former subordinates of Prince Yi Zhong."
Jia Cong said: "In this case, could it be that he is taking revenge? Prince Yi Zhong has been dead for so many years. Of course, the people under him are gathered together, but most of them must have fallen and scattered. Such scattered
I wanted to take revenge, but I couldn't find anyone to help me, and I didn't have the ability to kill the monk, so I did this to scare people."
Feng Ziying said: "This is what I can't understand. Regardless of how he found out about the monk, there are snakes and rats and rats. With such a commotion, do you expect the government to take action to avenge him?
But this matter was originally done by the Supreme Emperor."
Jia Cong said: "Could it be that the master is a simple, kind-hearted and inhumane person? Just like my brother Baoyu, he thinks that everyone in the world is afraid of ghosts and gods, so he scares the monk."
Feng Ziying shook her head: "No. If you know what the monk did, you wouldn't expect him to be scared."
"Then..." He thought for a while, "I hope the wise king will help him clear up the sins of the Supreme Emperor?"
Feng Ziying's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands and said, "If I can't protect myself, I'll use the prince's east wind to settle his family's grievances."
Jia Cong shrugged and said: "Then change your career to become a Taoist priest to fool him. Before changing your career, make the matter bigger. For example, the Wucheng Army and Horses Division could not find any evidence and almost let him go, but suddenly he died of bleeding from the seven orifices. People love to believe this
.”
Feng Ziying smiled and said: "It's really impossible, but this is a way." Then she stood up and left.
He had been gone for half a day and Han Quan was still looking at where he was going. He suddenly asked in a low voice: "Third brother, has the Supreme Emperor done anything bad?"
Jia Cong said: "There are too many. Do you want to do bad things when you are the emperor? They have nine brothers fighting for one throne. They all want to kill the other eight, and by the way, they will also kill all the people who are following them.
die."
Han Quan hesitated for a while and said: "...Why do we have to kill him? One is the king, and the other eight are kings. They all enjoy honor, isn't it good?"
Jia Cong said: "Emperors have thought this way for generations. It's just wishful thinking. To be a king is to be a master, and to be a king is to be a slave. They are all the sons of the same father. If they fight hard, they are masters. If they don't fight, they are slaves. Master.
The honor and disgrace of life and death of slaves can be determined at will, and slaves all have the opportunity to become masters. Who is willing to be a slave? Even if some princes claim that they do not want to seize the throne and only want to be a good king, the emperor may not believe it." He lowered his head and looked at Han Quanquan.
He looked confused, obviously not understanding, and said with a smile, "You are still young, and you don't understand it now. After all, the children of the emperor's family are very pitiful."
"Pitiful?"
"Yeah." Jia Cong said, "The children in their family are so pitiful. They have more rules than clothes. They don't allow this, don't allow this, and don't even allow them to play. How can children from ordinary families live as well as others?" Han Quan couldn't help but nodded.
Jia Cong looked amused and said, "Okay, okay, you won't do anything to do with us anyway. Quan'er, brother, would you like to take you to the street?"
Han Quan's eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted: "Okay~~"
He got up and said hurriedly: "Uncle Han needs to change into clothes for going out. I will go to my wife to get them."
Jia Cong said: "You can make two clothes for him when you have time and leave them in our yard. This will save you the trouble of having to run so far when you want to go out for a walk."
I smiled in response.
The next day, a letter came from the Wucheng Military and Horse Department, saying that Master Zhao had interrogated the monk named Gui Ming twice, and he complained vigorously. However, Master Zhao could not find any evidence or doubts, and there was no
The plaintiff was quite troubled. Men, women, old and young were talking about it in the streets of the capital, and they were all filled with indignation, saying how could the innocent soul not be counted as the plaintiff? After two days, some policemen went back and told the neighbors that Mr. Zhao really had no choice but to release the monk.
Now the pot was boiling, and countless people were crying, shouting, and cursing. Some of them were beaten to the Tianqi Temple, and there were also those who wrote to Luo Wanmin, who refused to let him go.
It's a pity that what they said didn't count. Zhao Cheng acted in accordance with the law and released Monk Gui Ming in court on the fifth day after he had no evidence and no accuser. Gui Ming calmly saluted Zhao Cheng and turned around.
Go outside. Countless people outside are shouting that the murderer cannot be let go. Gui Ming just ignores it.
Suddenly, Gui Ming's footsteps stopped, and then his whole body began to tremble like a cramp. The people watching outside became silent and stared at him closely. Gui Ming shouted "Ahhh" and fell to his knees on the ground, his limbs twitched and twisted, and he held his head again.
He curled up into a ball, screamed violently, spit out black blood from his mouth and nose, and stopped moving. After watching for a long time, a brave detective stepped forward to check his nose and shouted: "He is dead."
Got it!"
The crowd "coaxed" and broke out, kneeling down and kowtowing, shouting: "The emperor has eyes! The grievances must be avenged!" Tears flowed freely, which was more satisfying than if they had redressed their grievances and avenged themselves.
The Jia brothers also hid behind to watch the excitement. After a while, Jia Huan was dumbfounded and said: "Are they really stupid or are they pretending to be stupid..."
Jia Cong said casually: "How silly."
Immediately, the official announcement was posted, saying that the monk Guiming had been killed because he was haunted by an unjust ghost. The idle people in the street were as happy as the Chinese New Year, except that there were no lights and decorations to play gongs and drums, and comments about teahouses and taverns were even more recent.
A lot came out.
Unexpectedly, the yellow paper appeared again the next day. Not only was it plastered on every list, it was also plastered all over the street. It still had the baby's bloody handprint on it, except for the original words: "The evil monk of Tianqi Temple will kill me in Guiming.
"If this revenge is not avenged, it will not be returned to the underworld", and an additional sentence is added, "The world will not tolerate evildoers if they are released privately."
The idle people in Beijing have never had such a happy New Year! A few market scoundrels led a group of men and women who were full and had nothing to do and rushed to the Wucheng Bingma Si Yamen, holding incense and candles to ask Zhao Cheng for an explanation.
Zhao Chengqin came out and told him that it was true that the monk Guiming was dead. The people below were clamoring for him to hand over the body. Of course he couldn't hand it over. He only said that it had been cremated yesterday. How could others believe it? Everyone yelled, "It's dark."
He is a corrupt official who colluded with evil monks to harm people." Zhao Cheng was hit on the head with all kinds of irrelevant charges, and Zhao Cheng couldn't do anything about it.
On the other side, the Daming Palace was still holding a court meeting. The kings used this matter to choke Situ Pan one after another. He was so mortified that he was helpless and returned to the palace to summon his staff for discussion. Some said that they were afraid that there really was an evil spirit and they could not be deceived;
They said that it was probably the remnants of Prince Yi Zhong who wanted to seek justice from the imperial court, but they all disagreed. Because Qin Sangu had been to Tianqi Temple on the day of the incident, she couldn't help but be suspicious of the young scholar. However, the capital city is huge, and besides knowing him
The owner is afraid of guilt and there are no other clues, so it is really difficult to find this person.
Situ Pan was troubled. An aide added fuel to the fire and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, if this matter is not settled as soon as possible, it will cause a loss of face for Your Majesty and may cause a civil uprising."
Feng Ziying said: "I think he is still Prince Yi Zhong. Guiming killed one of his grandsons who was born from a foreign wife, which cut off the roots of Prince Yi Zhong. My lord, why don't you rehabilitate him quickly and give it to him?"
The only good thing for me is to let them disperse."
The staff member just now said: "I'm afraid they not only want to rehabilitate, but also want to take revenge. They may not be willing to stop just for redress. The current situation does not wait for anyone."
Feng Ziying said: "What do they want if they don't even have their master? Just redress the enemy and fulfill their wish."
The man said: "That's why they resented Guiming more and more. If this monk hadn't killed their young master, he would have inherited the throne and gained some territory, right? My lord, I think this Guiming will survive, and the rest of Prince Yi Zhong will not."
Give it up. This monk is evil-minded and ruthless. He can kill even a mere baby, so why not just obey the people's wishes?"