"Based on the situation last night and this morning, the assassin's purpose is self-evident. His target is Mr. Dongyue, and he aims to prevent the poetry meeting from being held normally. The reason why Fusheng did not continue to attack was because he knew that when the Qianfo Temple
After someone died, most of the literati at the foot of the mountain would retreat after knowing about it. This was obviously a planned thing. There is no need to guess why the news spread so quickly. What the master should understand is, how could it be possible with a floating mind?
To control such a complicated situation, it is certain that his actions were directed by others. If you think about it, who in the world least wants this poetry meeting to proceed smoothly?"
"Please also ask the donor to explain."
"The master is a member of the Buddhist sect, and it is his first time meeting the capital. It is natural that he does not understand the situation in the capital. Mr. Dongyue's visit to the capital this time is to fight against the tyranny of the prince. The purpose of this poetry meeting is to unite the world's scholars for
Therefore, the prince is the only one who least hopes that this poetry meeting will proceed smoothly. In other words, Fu Sheng is probably on the side of the prince now. I believe that everyone should also know who the prince is. "
"The eldest prince Li Xin is cruel and cruel, and has a bad record in the world... Fu Sheng... How could Fu Sheng be possible..."
"Master, my purpose is very simple. I just want to know what happened to Fusheng during this period? Why did such a big change happen? But it's a pity that although he and I know each other, there is no master-disciple relationship between Master and Fusheng.
And the grace of upbringing, if possible, I hope that the master can get involved and lend a helping hand. I hope that I can stop Fu Sheng from the precipice when he is not yet in deep trouble."
"Amitabha, the poor monk has converted to Buddhism and has forgotten worldly things..."
"Then why are you still carrying floating stone sculptures?"
"..."
"Master, letting go of the secular world is not just a word. Only the master himself knows whether he has truly let go of everything. If he goes astray in his life, and the master cannot understand it, how can he rest in his heart? I'm afraid
It will also leave a demonic obstacle for future practice."
After listening, Shi Xin was silent, and after a long time he sighed heavily: "The donor's eloquence is inferior to that of a poor monk. If the donor really plays well for Fu Sheng, he will give this thing to him after seeing him one day.
He asked him to come to see me at Thousand Buddhas Temple."
After saying that, Shi Xin took out something from his sleeve.
After a quick look, I discovered that it was the little stone sculpture with Fusheng.
"This thing was not made by a poor monk, but was carved by Fusheng's own hands when he left."
Xia Shang was not polite and took it directly and looked at it carefully for a while.
"With this thing alone? Master, there is nothing else he can do?"
"Amitabha, this poor monk has his own plan."
At this moment, a burst of noise suddenly came from the Wenhua Hall. It was quite commotion, and someone seemed to be shouting inside the hall. When he heard it again, there was a noise even outside the hall.
Just when Xia Shang was confused, he saw someone running from the main hall to the side hall, looking panicked and embarrassed.
"What?" Xia Shang was stunned and didn't react for a long time.
The next moment, the sound of armor was heard reaching the side hall, and a dozen soldiers wearing armor rushed into the hall and surrounded the small side hall.
Without saying a word, these soldiers arrested them all, including Xia Shang and Shi Xin.
Xia Shang wanted to resist, but Shi Xin looked calm and had no intention of resisting.
But several young men who had escaped earlier shouted in panic: "Who are you? Why are you arresting us?"
"You bitches, do you know who I am? I am..."
Before the words could be spoken, he was met with a loud slap in the face, which immediately opened the young man's skin to pieces.
"You are gathering people to cause trouble. Your Majesty has an order to arrest all of you who are trying to conspire against us!"
"Your Majesty...impossible! Impossible! We are not rebelling!"
"Let's save these words for later! The rest of you should be honest with me and come outside!"
With that said, he dragged everyone in the side hall to the outside of the hall without ceremony.
Passing by the main hall on the way, I found that no one was in the main hall. The door of the main hall was open. It could be seen that the people on the Tiandao platform outside were in chaos. In addition to the scholars seen before, there were more armored soldiers mixed in.
Seeing this situation, Xia Shang felt an unknown feeling in his heart. Could it be that the prince was so bold that he dared to use force directly at this moment?
Looking at it now, the rumors that the prince is cruel are not groundless.
Although the previous soldiers said they were under the emperor's orders, Xia Shang did not believe that the emperor could do such a thing.
Xia Shang was taken outside the palace. Before he could see the situation clearly, Li Zijin suddenly rushed over and pushed the soldier away: "Let him go, this matter has nothing to do with him."
Only then did the soldiers holding Xia Shang let go, including Sophia.
"Sir, come here quickly."
Li Zijin looked serious and quickly pulled Xia Shang away from the crowd.
"what on earth is it?"
"I don't know either, it seems to be because of a pair..."
"What pair?"
Xia Shang was asking when he suddenly heard a man in the crowd wearing a general's armor shout loudly: "Your Majesty has summoned you. Mr. Dongyue is a contemporary literary giant, but he doesn't want to teach students to make progress, and he doesn't study the famous sayings of ancient sages.
Being arrogant, speaking lies, and being unruly is a real disaster. He even curses the world and makes people panic. His heart must be evil, and his crime is extremely heinous. He is now being detained in Dali Temple for trial. If any of his disciples are complicit in the crime,
, punished with the same crime, and those who understand the righteousness, let the past be forgotten. Granted."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. Mr. Dongyue, who was defeated on the court, looked disdainful.
"You are talking nonsense. Mr. Dongyue is one of the Three Saints. Is he as you say? What are you saying that the world will fall? Why don't we know?"
The general took out a text with only numbers and read: "A country will surely perish. The reason for not dying when old is... This is something found from your house, Mr. Dongyue. Mr. Dongyue, do you want it?"
Explain it."
Everyone's expressions changed after hearing this.
As the saying goes, when a country is about to fall, there will always be monsters, and if you are old and do not die, you are a thief.
This pairing alludes to the evildoers in the dynasty and thieves all over the world...
It is indeed a disrespectful statement.
Everyone looked at Mr. Dongyue. Mr. Dongyue said: "I have never written such a poem. Today you are blaming me. It is unintentional to say more. You can do whatever you want to harm me, but you cannot harm thousands of people in this world.
The sincerity of a student.”
"Mr. Dongyue is a contemporary literary giant. Naturally, I can't compare to a warrior like me when it comes to talking nonsense. But you'd better keep these words until you get to Dali Temple! Take them away!"
The sound of being taken away instantly ignited the depression in the venue.
Mr. Dongyue is a representative of the Chinese literati. If he were taken away by people from the imperial court, wouldn't the world explode?
The anger in the hearts of the literati was self-evident, and everyone gnashed their teeth in hatred.
But the reality is that no one dares to move and can only watch Mr. Dongyue being taken away by heavy troops.
Xia Shang knew that this matter was not over, everything had just begun. (To be continued)