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Chapter 729 Ghost Hand Zhang

After Wang Ning finished speaking, he stared at Wang Xian closely. If Dao Yan really sent him, this kid would agree without hesitation and at least help him ask for instructions.

If Wang Xian hesitates even a little bit, it means that he is selling dog meat over sheep's heads and is deceiving himself under the guise of Dao Yan.

Wang Xian nodded without hesitation, handed the pen to Wang Ning, and told him to write a draft according to his own wishes. Wang Ning felt relieved now, picked up the pen, wrote a confession, and explained to Dao Yan

After I finished writing my request, when I handed it to Wang Xian to read, it made his face heat up because he felt that his tone was too humble.

Wang Xian didn't even look at it. He handed it directly to Ye Xian, signaling him to give it to the abbot. Then he poured water for Wang Ning himself, meaning to ask him to wait.

Wang Ning hurriedly smiled and said: "Don't worry, I can wait."

Wang Xian nodded and sat across from him to wait. The two of them didn't say anything. They just stared at each other, which was really embarrassing. Wang Ning closed his eyes to rest and stopped looking at him awkwardly. Wang Xian also lowered his eyelids.

He ran his fingers across the rosary beads, pretending to recite the Heart Sutra silently.

How could Wang Xian know how to recite the Heart Sutra? He was actually making plans in his mind... Wang Ning's reaction today was basically not what he expected. This was nothing to be surprised about. As long as Wang Ning saw his appearance, he thought it was Taoism.

When Yanpai himself saw him, the balance in his heart would definitely tilt completely.

Thinking of this, Wang Xian couldn't help but glance at Wang Ning, thinking that this guy is so cautious, and he has to prove it with words. But this is normal, after all, people are always worried before they see the real owner, and

When the time comes, in front of the emperor, it will be many times more reliable to use the black and white words written earlier to clear away the problem than to rely on the old monk to intercede.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly understood Wang Ning's subtle mentality - it turned out that this guy still wanted to tread two boats. With Daoyan's guarantee, he could continue to hang out with the King of Han. If the King of Han succeeded, he would

Burn the security letter and surrender completely. If the King of Han fails, stab him in the back and repeat the drama of the Jingnan Campaign to see if he can get himself a duke.

Wang Xian couldn't help cursing this old fox, but he clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, not believing that he could escape from his grasp.

Not to mention the two people in the Zen room who had their own ulterior motives, they just took Wang Ning's note and left. As soon as they went out, their faces were full of anxiety, thinking that the master's trick could no longer be performed, what would happen now?

Is good?

Of course, Wang Xian was not sent by the old monk to see Wang Ning. He asked Wang Ning to be invited there first. He was just pretending to pass on the "imperial edict" and deceived Wang Ning who was kept in the dark.

I had admired Wang Xian before, admiring him for his ability to foresee things and predicting that Wang Ning would come today; and even more admiring his ability to deceive people, making the seemingly shrewd Lord Marquis look like a monkey.

.But the Marquis is smarter than a monkey after all, and he actually wants the old monk to write a letter of guarantee to him. Where can I get it?

This is something Wang Xian never ordered yesterday.

Write a fake one? Just your own handwriting? What’s more, the other party must have seen the old monk’s handwriting. No matter how good you are in writing, you can’t fake it. So if you really go to the old monk? Will the master’s trick be exposed? Think about it first.

After thinking about it, I suddenly remembered that the master said last night that if you encounter a problem, go to the southwest corner of the temple, kowtow to the dog hole there, and tell your troubles and the problem will be solved.

I didn't pay attention before, thinking that the master was teasing me. But now I couldn't do anything, so I had to treat the dead horse as a living horse. I ran to the southwest corner of the temple and found a dog hole in the grass.

"Master is really a god." He couldn't help but be ecstatic at first. Wang Xian's image in his heart was lifted again, and he was like a living god. He quickly knelt down, bang-dong-dong, kowtowed to the dog hole three times, and then whispered:

"Grandpa Fairy, my master is in trouble, please help me quickly." After saying this, he opened his ears and listened with faint hope to see if there was any movement.

It was really amazing. After a while, I heard a raging voice coming from the dog hole: "What trouble is your master?"

"My master..." Ye Xian was overjoyed and hurriedly explained the matter briefly. The voice then instructed: "There is a box in the grass. You put the note in it, then put the box into the dog hole and leave. A quarter of an hour later

Come back again."

"Yeah." He responded naively at first, groped in the grass nearby, and found a black box that was neither iron nor wood. He put the note in and sent it into the dog hole. He kowtowed three more times, and then

I patted the dirt on my body and left quickly.

After he walked away, a hand stretched out from the dog hole and took out the box...

Outside the wall of Qingshou Temple, a hand took out the box. The owner of the hand was actually the former Master of the Thief Sect, Shi Wan...

Wang Xian became a monk at Qingshou Temple, but his subordinates suffered a lot. While they had to provide all-round protection and help for the adults, they also had to be careful not to leak the news. To this end, Wu Wei mobilized his talents.

, divided into three teams, patrolling around Qingshou Temple day and night, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

As a master of climbing over roofs, climbing walls, and sliding through doors and windows, the former thief Shi Wan was naturally the main force. He had just taken over from Deng Xiaoxian's shift today and was squatting outside the dog cave waiting for news when he heard a silly boy kowtow to him inside.

God, he was so playful that he pretended to be a fool and teased the kid. But when he took out the box, the playful look on his sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked face had disappeared, and he put the note in his arms.

, and disappeared in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Wan appeared in a small courtyard near Qingshou Temple. In the courtyard were gathered talented people and strangers from Fusi in Beizhen... Sometimes Wan was a rooster and a dog thief, some of whom were good at disguises and voice changes, and some who were good at making

Those who are addicted to drugs, and those who are good at forging calligraphy and painting, these people are regarded as crooked by others, but they are treasures in Wang Xian's eyes. After gaining the allegiance of those martial arts people, the first thing they do is to ask them to recommend such capable people, and they all do it.

He went to the capital to feed them with good food and drink, and even gave them official bodies, which made these shameless guys feel embarrassed. They always wanted to have the opportunity to show off themselves and repay the kindness of the Lord.

This time Wu Wei gathered all these guys near Qingshou Temple. He was prepared that no matter what situation he encountered, there would always be someone here who could solve it.

As soon as Shi Wan entered the yard, everyone's eyes were fixed on him. They watched Shi Wan hand the note to Wu Wei and whispered a few words in his ear. Wu Wei nodded and glanced at everyone.

They all looked back with hungry eyes, really hoping that it would be me who would get the chance to show off this time...

"Mr. Zhang." Wu Wei said by name.

A middle-aged scholar with a slender face and a cool demeanor walked out.

"Why is it him again?" Everyone said in dismay, "The adults always use familiar people and don't give new people a chance." "Exactly, why do you always use tricks?"

Zhang Gui is the famous Guishou Zhang. His art of writing and painting has reached its peak. He was a famous painter in Hangzhou when he was young. According to the normal trajectory, he should continue to use writing and ink to become a famous painter in the province and even the country, and even

His name will go down in history. But eleven years ago, he was involved in a massacre against Jianwen's old party.

Originally, Zhang Gui was a calligraphy and painting seller and had nothing to do with the old Jianwen Party. However, people from Jinyiwei found his calligraphy and paintings from the homes of several ministers whose homes had been ransacked. They used this as a reason to conclude that he was a member of the Jianwen Party, and he was also considered a member of the Jianwen Party.

He was sentenced to exile in Yunnan and Guizhou... In the eyes of the Chinese at that time, exile in Yunnan and Guizhou was equivalent to a death sentence. For many years, no one came back alive.

The prisoners who were exiled together were so disheartened that they all resigned to their fate. But Zhang Gui's elegant appearance actually hid the heart of a desperado. When he was being escorted to Guangxi, he took advantage of the lax guards and the heavy rain to join a few

The prisoner escaped. Later, the rest of the prisoners were either captured or killed. Only he escaped back to Hangzhou incognito...

After returning to Hangzhou, Zhang Guicai discovered that successfully escaping from prison was only the first step. He also had to find ways to solve his identity and livelihood problems. The Ming Dynasty implemented the Baojia system, neighborhood surveillance, and Baojia. A fugitive like him would be killed in a matter of minutes if no one protected him.

Was reported and arrested.

With no other choice, Zhang Gui had no choice but to join the Salt Gang. This kind of gang organization, which was engaged in official salt business on the surface and smuggled official salt privately, had taken in many refugees from the rivers and lakes. Naturally, it could provide him with shelter. Of course, he had to

He has to make people think he is useful... Zhang Gui's stepping stone is a Yanyin. The other person looks at it and doesn't know what he means. Although Yanyin is valuable, just because of it, he wants the Salt Gang to protect him.

His whole life, he was really delusional.

At the moment when the salt gang leader kicked him out, Zhang Gui made a shocking statement and told the other party that this salt quote was forged by him. The gang leader was shocked at that time. You know, in the Ming Dynasty, when the government ran salt, all salt trade

They all rely on salt citations, and the amount of salt citations issued each year is fixed, which results in the extreme scarcity of salt citations. Some merchants who control salt citations

, you don’t need to sell salt yourself, you can become a wealthy businessman by just selling salt. However, those businessmen who work hard to sell salt will make much smaller profits.

The Salt Gang knows how important salt is. If there is enough salt, why would they engage in a business where they collude with others, risk smuggling, and lose their heads at any time? It’s not like the Salt Gang has never thought of counterfeiting salt.

However, this kind of thing is much more difficult to forge than treasure banknotes, and it has never been successful. Now seeing that Zhang Gui’s forged salt currency can even deceive himself, the leader of the Salt Gang immediately felt like he had found a treasure, and quickly asked him to

Make another one on the spot. After witnessing Zhang Gui’s incredible skills, the gang leader immediately entrusted him with an important task and treated him as a distinguished guest.

Ever since Zhang Gui forged salt seals, the salt gang's business has been booming and making a lot of money. Zhang Gui's reputation has become more and more famous among his colleagues, and he eventually got the nickname "Ghost Hands, Zhang Gui"

It's just that flowers don't bloom for a hundred days, and people don't stay good for a thousand days. The Yan Gang is extremely happy and will be sad... because Zhejiang has appointed a new inspector named Zhou Xin.

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