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Chapter 154 All Your Expenses for Going to Pingkangfang Are Counted as Poor

In the afternoon, although the West Market was still full of people.

But some merchants and hawkers on the streets of West Market have already started to pack their things, preparing to leave Chang'an City before the city gate closes at [-]:[-] p.m., otherwise they would be helping the inn make money today.Only those merchants who live in Chang'an can delay for a while and leave before the curfew.

It was almost dusk, and there were many shadows on Chang'an Avenue, and there were many more residents who had just appeared.

Kong Qing, dressed in white, was sitting leisurely on the side of the road at Xishikou, whispering to the little milk cat squatting on his shoulders, with their heads together, human voices intertwined with whining.

"I bet that woman in white must be a ghost!"

"Ouch..."

"You also bet that she is a ghost, well, then it's a tie. In the next round, I think the woman in red is also a ghost."

"Ouch..."

"You think it's not right? Well, let's take a closer look... Do you see that Li Xiulan, a native of the Jin Dynasty, died in the war and has lived here in Chang'an for more than 300 years..."

"Ooooooooooo..."

"You said you couldn't see it, I was bluffing you, little guy, how could you look at me like that, am I the kind of person who doesn't want my character and bottom line just to win a little milk cat?"

"Ow!"

"I'm so sad, little guy, how can you have such a wrong perception of me..."

Kong Qing rubbed his face on the fluffy body of the little milk cat on his shoulder, and then turned his gaze to the bizarre scene in front of him.

In the dusky sky, people who come and go, whether they are living people or ghosts, all have a kind of strange expression on their faces, even if Kong Qing has accepted many settings of this world during this period, It still feels a little unreal.

"The Taishi Bureau has the nerve to say that they have recorded all the haunted houses in Chang'an..."

Kong Qing watched the mighty ghosts mingling among the living people, laughing and chatting with each other, and even some ghosts used real copper coins to buy things from the living people, and shook his head slightly.

"In this city of Chang'an, among the piles of mansions and courtyards, which one is not a haunted house?"

"Ouch..."

"Okay, you're right, Lord bless you, I'm not Qingduguan!"

Kong Qing stood up and gazed into the distance, as if he had passed through the barrier of Fangshi and landed on the bank of Qujiang Pool.

Although it is the beginning of the Tang Dynasty now, the Chang'an in front of me already has a bit of the demeanor of the flowers and brocades in the future.

The peach blossoms in Chongyefang bloom extremely well; the peonies in Xuanyangfang are just so big and swaying on the wall of the place; ...

The superficial clusters of flowers and singing, singing and swallow dancing together with the actual ghosts and ghosts all over the place constitute the Chang'an that Kong Qing sees now.

"This can be regarded as evidence that my Tang Dynasty tolerates everything..."

"Xiao Lang-jun..."

A lean ranger appeared in front of Kong Qing with a smile on his face,
"I heard that you have something to do, so I rushed here immediately, Mr. Lao Lang, you have been waiting for a long time."

"It doesn't matter, Pindao didn't wait long, this brother Tie..."

Kong Qing reached out and took out a heavy money bag from his sleeve, and put it in his hand.

"Pindao has another matter here, and I want you to help him check it out."

"Lang Jun, you are too polite."

You Xia'er held the purse in his hands, weighed the weight inside, and the smile on his face became more sincere.

"Brother Iron or not, Mr. Lang directly calls him Iron Monkey. If there is anything else he can do to help, your business is a matter of a certain class. Whatever you say, a certain class will take care of it with all your heart."

"It's like this..."

Kong Qing lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Go to the flower house of Qu Li Duanduan in Pingkang Fang, and ask Pindao about the guests who were entertained in the elegant room at Tianzi No. [-] the day before yesterday, that is, on the [-]th. Remember, this matter must be Confidential."

While speaking, Kong Qing watched Iron Monkey’s face carefully, and found that he was not at all moved when he mentioned places like Pingkangfang, as if he was talking about an ordinary place name.

Kong Qing nodded silently, jumping up the evaluation of this iron monkey in his heart.

"The flower building in Qu Li Duanduan in Pingkang Square, the elegant room in No. [-] Tianzi..."

Iron Monkey repeated Kong Qing's words again.

"Don't worry, sir, I will handle this matter myself."

"By the way, there should have been a young lady in the private room at that time... a lady was there, but she was sleeping at the time, I don't know this lady, but here is her arm..."

Kong Qing stretched out his hand and lightly poked a certain position on Iron Monkey's upper arm.

"There's a red plum makeup."

"Understood, there is a plum blossom makeup here."

Iron Monkey poked his lower shoulder with his hand, then lowered his hand, and saluted Kong Qing again.

"Then I'm going to Pingkangfang now, and tomorrow I'll go to Qingdu Temple to report the news to Lang Jun."

"it is good!"

Kong Qing nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work, Iron Monkey, all the expenses you spent on going to Pingkangfang this time are considered poor..."

"That's daring!"

The skinny ranger grinned, with a wretched smile on his face.

"Actually, the biggest wish of a certain person in this life is to visit Pingkangli without spending money. Thank you, Mr. Lang, for helping a certain person realize this wish."

Kong Qing smiled and nodded at the ranger named Iron Monkey, and was about to say something...

Da da da……

With the crisp sound of horseshoes, a beautiful woman in white ran past Kong Qing on a white horse. The woman on the horse turned her head and blinked slightly at Kong Qing. brushed across the face.

call!
Like a gust of wind, the figure of the beautiful woman on a white horse rushed into the West Market.

Then, a girl and a woman in a red skirt and green sleeves appeared from behind the white horse. Although they did not ride a horse, they ran very fast.

After a whoosh, the two of them ran past Kong Qing, leaving a series of slight sounds in the wind.

"Cough cough..."

The molested Kong Qing coughed, tried to put on a dignified look, and said to Iron Monkey.

"Brother Tie, this matter is very important, you must not make a big fuss, the more secretive the better..."

"Yes!"

Iron Monkey also had a serious face, as if he didn't see Kong Qing being touched on the face.

"Sent by Mr. Lang, a certain person will die without hesitation, so let's go."

As he spoke, he raised his head and chest, and walked in the direction of Pingkang Square in a haughty manner.

Looking at his back, Kong Qing's mouth twitched slightly.

As far as Iron Monkey's heroic step is concerned, this is not going to Pingkangfang, it is almost at the entrance of Caishi!

Just when Kong Qing arranged for Iron Monkey to go to Pingkangfang to investigate the identity of the burly man in black who met Monk Yifan, Monk Jizang was standing in the main hall of Yanxing Temple, holding the long bamboo in his hand devoutly. Cutting, patiently cutting the wicks of the ever-burning lamps in front of the Buddha one by one.

A gray figure flickered, and Monk Yifan had appeared behind Monk Jizang.

"Jizang..."

Monk Yifan looked at the old monk in front of him with a complicated expression.

"What do you want to do with the poor monk?"

"Oh……"

Although a voice suddenly sounded from behind, Monk Ji Zang seemed to have been prepared long ago, and the hand holding the long bamboo scissors did not tremble in the slightest.

"Aren't you even willing to say the word monk?"

With his back facing Yifan, Ji Zang spoke calmly.

"It seems that you already know about the fact that the old monk wants to create the Sanlun School..."

"Not bad!"

Although Yi Fan still spoke softly, there was a bit of repulsive feeling in his tone.

"Although it is said that people have their own aspirations and should not be forced, but as a member of Tiantai, the poor monk is still very disappointed in Ji Zang's choice of you."

"All karma, everything is empty, you are still too young to see through the dual attachment of others..."

Monk Ji Zang put down the bamboo scissors in his hand, turned his head, and shook his head slightly.

"Forget it, the things that teach you should not be done by the old monk."

"Let's just say it directly."

Monk Yifan still stood upright and said in a detached tone.

"Then why are you looking for the poor monk?"

"All right!"

Jizang reached into his sleeve and took out a letter.

"There is a decree on the rooftop, Monk Yifan, do you want to pick it up?"

Monk Yifan looked at the letter in Ji Zang's hand, his eyes showed longing, but finally he shook his head slowly.

"The poor monk still said the same thing. Before this matter is resolved, the poor monk will not leave."

"Break..."

Monk Ji Zang put the letter on the altar in the main hall, then turned around and picked up the long bamboo scissors, and continued to cut the lantern flowers while saying casually.

"By killing you, do you mean using soul-stirring to assassinate Kong Ke who saw you meet Li Zitong?"

After hearing what Monk Ji Zang said, Monk Yifan frowned a little angrily.

"You spy on the poor monk?"

"Ha ha……"

Monk Ji Zang smiled inexplicably.

"Let's not talk about Li Zitong, do you know, because you assassinated Kong Ke, how much trouble did you bring to Monk Fachang?"

"trouble……"

Monk Yifan raised his eyebrows.

"What can be the trouble?"

"Two hours ago..."

Monk Ji Zang said slowly.

"Qingxiazi went to Shengye Temple and questioned Monk Fachang about Kong Ke. Monk Fachang broke his own leg, but Qingxiazi refused to let him go. He still wants me to hand over the mastermind who killed Kong Ke. "

Click!

Monk Ji Zang shook his hands, and a lantern flower was picked out.

"Yifan, tell me, should we hand over the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"Didn't I ask those monks to pretend to be Kong Ke and died of a serious illness after dispelling Kong Ke's soul?"

Yi Fan asked a little strangely.

"Why did Qingxiazi find out the truth so quickly?"

"In this world, if you want to be unknown to others, you have to do nothing about yourself. There are many things you think you do perfectly, but that's just what you think..."

Monk Ji Zang looked straight at the long-burning lamp, and with a click, he cut off the wick of the last dim oil lamp.

"Yifan, you are dissatisfied with many things you have done in Chang'an, including the remaining great monks of the Fahua Sect. Now the old monk is officially notifying you on behalf of the master of each temple in Chang'an..."

As he spoke, Monk Ji Zang put down the scissors in his hand, turned around and picked up the letter on the altar table.

"Monk Yifan, if you take over the decree and immediately return to the rooftop, you are still a member of the Buddhist sect, and I will bear the pressure of the Taishi Bureau for you. But if you continue to go your own way, then start now , the Buddhist sect in Jingzhao Land will no longer provide you with any shelter, even if you pass away in Chang'an, we will not help you."

Monk Yifan looked at the letter steadily, then closed his eyes silently, slid his body back and disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)