win the hairpin

Chapter 439 Nosebleeds
Zhang Xutang leaned in the carriage, raised a corner of the curtain with his hand and looked out.

The grand occasion outside made him feel disgusted—this group of ants, who can break their heads for a penny, have been busy all their lives, stupid and ignorant, running around, just for these few coins.

Ants have no dignity at all. If they collide or trample on them, they can be paid for with a little money. They are human, but they don't live like human beings. Compared with their own dead soldiers, they just have more useless emotions and six desires That's all.

It's really annoying.

He let go of his hand and fell backwards as if losing his strength.

The carriage was too hard, and he was too thin. Leaning on the carriage, he felt as if he was leaning on a large pile of swords and halberds, which hurt him everywhere.

He went back to Zhang's house today to see Zhang Zihou, Zhang Zihou had a cold and fever, he visited him for a while, and immediately he was hit by the wind and cold, his nose was blocked, his voice was hoarse, his whole body was cold, but the breath he exhaled was scalding hot, almost burning him.

In the agony of being top-heavy, he felt like he was dying.

"Xiao Wei, hurry up." He needed to get out of the carriage as soon as possible, return to the meditation room, and invite the imperial physician to treat him.

Xiaowei scattered the copper coins in a hurry and didn't want the baskets anymore. Just as he was about to help Zhang Xutang get off the carriage, he saw Song Huiyue who was blocking his nostrils.

Those round eyes made him shudder to see them.

His heart skipped a beat, and he said in a low voice, "Second Master, she's here."

Zhang Xuzhang was dizzy, he didn't think of who "she" was for a moment, but got out of the carriage eagerly, supported Xiaowei's hand and walked forward, his steps were flimsy, stepping on cotton with every step, when he saw Song Huiyue , the two are already very close.

"you"

Without saying a word, Song Huiyue punched Zhang Xutang's nose with lightning speed.

She beat Zhang Xutang to the ground, and two tubes of nosebleeds flowed down.

"Second Master!" Xiao Wei's heart almost jumped out of his throat in shock, and hurried forward to help him, while secretly regretting that he didn't bring two guards with him.

Zhang Xutang wiped his nose and saw a smear of bright red on his hand. He became more and more dizzy. He gave Song Huiyue a cold look, and told Xiaowei simply: "Shoot back!"

Before Xiaowei could do anything, the supervisor of the Daxiangguo Temple rushed over with many monks. The monks thought that Zhang Xutang was injured because the horse was startled, and because he was going to meditate on behalf of the present, he was very caring. A swarm of bees surrounded him and wanted to invite him to the monk's room at the back.

Zhang Xutang pointed at Song Huiyue: "Don't go, follow me."

Song Huiyue sneered: "Of course I have to follow."

The two had four tubes of nosebleeds, one had a donkey's face and the other a horse's face, with solemn expressions, as if they were going to enter a torture chamber instead of a temple, keeping a fist distance between their shoulders, Walk side by side surrounded by monks.

A group of people left the two county kings and the people picking up copper coins behind them, and soon arrived at the Daxiong Palace.

There are stone roads on both sides of the hall, and you can go all the way backwards, but Song Huiyue didn't go, but went directly into the Daxiong Hall.

The sun is good, the light in the hall is bright, the incense tower and incense candles are burning slowly, and the white smoke rises layer by layer, making the Buddha statue of our master Shakyamuni Buddha seem to be sitting in the clouds and mist.

The Buddha sits in lotus position, with his head raised slightly. He is not as scary as at night. On the contrary, he has the image of wisdom and virtue, which can subdue demons. Suffering, old age is suffering, sickness is suffering, death is suffering, not getting what you want is suffering, meeting hatred and hatred is suffering, separation from love is suffering.

Song Huiyue lit three sticks of incense, inserted them into the incense burner, and knelt down to pray for the peace of her deceased relatives.

Zhang Xutang asked the prison to take the monks to work on their own, so he didn't have to follow him. He took Xiaowei and entered the Daxiong Hall.

There were still a few pilgrims in the hall, and seeing these two people coming to worship with nosebleeds, they were extremely pious, so they withdrew one after another, and gave the Buddha to them.

Zhang Xutang looked at the Buddha statue and sneered: "What's the use of begging for it? Its golden body was made by our Zhang family, so it's naturally for my protection."

"But your father is still dead." Song Huiyue sneered.

Zhang Xutang let out a lot of nosebleeds, and became more conscious: "Your mother is not much better."

After he said a word, his legs became weak, and he couldn't help but fell down. He immediately held Xiaowei's hand: "Go."

"Are you afraid that the Buddha's magic power will deter you, an evil spirit?" Song Huiyue followed his footsteps.

Zhang Xutang stepped on the threshold: "There have always been only demons, where did the Buddha come from?"

He does not worship gods and Buddhas.

There has never been karma in this world, only winners and losers.

The two walked into the monk's room where Zhang Xutang lived. The monk's room was spacious, but the windows were closed tightly, and the thick cotton curtains blocked the light outside the door, making the room extremely dark.

Xiao Wei went in first, lit the candles, and put the candles out of Zhang Xutang's eyes, and the room became darker and quieter.

Zhang Xutang then went in, wiped away the nosebleed under Xiaowei's service, and at the same time said to the two strong men holding knives behind the partition, "Go out and guard."

The two strong men answered, and Song Huiyue looked at their faces, and immediately found that one of them had met on the pier, and he was from Liangguang Road.

When the Daxiangguo Temple was being repaired, he did not idle, but secretly recovered his strength, but this time he hid everyone and did not give King Jin a chance to encircle and suppress.

He sat on the main seat with his back to the candlelight. Under the dense light, his whole body felt thin and fragile. With two long eyebrows drawn together, he drank a cup of hot ginseng tea and signaled Song Huiyue to sit down : "I can kill you anytime."

Song Huiyue pulled away the chair and sat in: "You dare not."

She glanced over the table case, and saw that there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table case. The paper was Jilin paper, which was only found in the palace. It was smooth and white, and the Shurangama Sutra was copied on it.

Zhang Xutang's handwriting is beautiful, and the scriptures he copied are also neat, but his heart is restless, and his pen often breaks.

"The demon copied the scriptures, interesting."

Zhang Xutang smiled and said, "Are you so sure that I won't kill you?"

"You are accumulating strength, only defending but not attacking, waiting for an opportunity to make a move, killing me, the situation will change, you will face the most terrifying counterattack, and the team you just formed will immediately fall apart." Song Huiyue pulled a piece of paper Jilin paper, picked up a pen and copied it down.

"Your purpose is not just to kill me, so you take the overall situation into consideration and stay put."

Zhang Xutang stared at her hand: "I have always said that we are the same kind, and you know everything I think."

He was really biding his time.

There is not enough manpower, so he can no longer attack people as unscrupulously as before.

King Jin will not be crowned prince today, and King Jin knows it well, so there are only two paths he can take.

The first is to kill all brothers, the father dies and the son succeeds, the second is to kill the father.

If King Jin wants to avenge his mother, he will only go the second way.

He accumulated his strength and waited for King Jin to make a move. At that time, Jinshang died under King Jin, and King Yan led the troops at King Qing's side, and the courtiers would naturally support King Yan.

Before that, he would not waste a single soldier.

(End of this chapter)