Daming heir

"The grandson of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty supervises the teaching."

"Ask about the situation of the Fangwai Longquan on Mount Dai (Daishan), why there are rumors of illegal activities, don't wrong these Fangwai's offerings, so that they can pay back their innocence and justice."

Parting from Zhang Hui, Jin Yiwei Wu Baihu, who led the team to Longquan, surrounded the entire Longquan with his people. After not letting a fly escape, he brought a few of his subordinates in. In front of all the surprised faces People outside Longquan Fang read out the teaching order of Taisun (the emperor said the decree, and the prince/taisun said the teaching order).

The monks in blue-gray robes looked very flustered and began to disperse around the temple.

And the great monk who wore more fancy robes began to go to the Daxiong Hall in the temple.

Wu Baihu was not in a hurry, he had to have conclusive evidence to take action against Longquan. He brought people here just to surround the place first, so that no one would get wind of it and escape in advance.

Although Jin Yiwei could arrest people recklessly, with the evidence, Fang Wai's side would not dare to speak out against the imperial court and move the world's public opinion.

With a plan in mind, Wu Baihu had the leisure to look at the Longquan Temple in front of him.

The temple is not big. After all, Daishan is not too big. It is just because there are mountains, waters and temples, it seems more of the quiet beauty of a paradise.

At this moment, the snow had stopped long ago, so everything seemed quiet. You can watch the heavy snow pressing down on the pines and cypresses outside the temple from a distance.

"Let people see everywhere in the temple, don't let people go."

Wu Baihu looked at the snow scene for a while, then slightly lowered his head and turned his head, urging his subordinates around him.

A Jin Yiwei stepped forward cautiously: "It has been arranged, people are standing in high positions everywhere, and there are also crossbows on the walls around the courtyard, so no one can leave."

Wu Baihu nodded: "When Zhang Baihu comes with the evidence, we will take everyone here back to the Imperial Prison."

When Jin Yiwei went out, not a single blade of grass grew.

Jin Yiwei under Wu Baihu's command nodded, and silently examined the Longquan Temple in front of him, watching the panic of the monks because of their arrival.

Behind several temple houses, a group of monks in blue-gray robes hurried back from the front.

Unlike the nervousness shown by other monks dressed in dignified clothes, these people had smiles that could not be concealed.

"Senior brother! Senior brother! The imperial court is here!"

"It's Jin Yiwei!"

A simple monk's room was pushed away by the monks, and there was only a white-washed monk in his robe, who was kneeling in front of a wooden Buddha statue, holding Buddhist beads in his hand, and reciting scriptures in a low voice.

The wind, snow and cold air brought in by the brothers behind him did not cause any disturbances in the monk's life. On the contrary, it was because of their shouts that disrupted the monk's chanting and made him frown slightly.

Then he felt that he was probably guilty of anger, and muttered in a low voice.

After that, he worshiped the Buddha statue in front of him devoutly, circled the beads in his hands together and slowly got up, turning his head to look at the brothers who came.

"What happened?"

When the monks came in, they looked at the faces of their seniors and lowered their heads: "Someone from Jin Yiwei came and surrounded us, saying that the imperial court wanted to investigate illegal activities and give us justice."

As soon as this person finished speaking, someone immediately said: "Brother, I think the court also said this to take care of the face of the monks. They probably have already obtained the criminal evidence from those people in the temple."

The senior brother looked at everyone indifferently: "Whether you are not happy or sad, sit still like a Buddha."

The monks immediately played the Buddha's name.

Then he hurriedly said: "Senior brother, the master clearly handed you to the Senglu Department before sitting down. If it weren't for... our Longquan Temple would not have been surrounded by imperial officers and soldiers today. This time, we must be in front of the imperial court. explained these things in person.”

"Yes, yes, Longquan Temple should have been handed over to senior brother long ago."

The brother's face is like a Buddha, and he whispers the Buddha's name: "Greed is not acceptable."

The monks didn't care about the Buddha's education at this time, they stomped their feet: "Senior brother!"

The senior brother stared and sighed helplessly: "How about the host?"

Seeing that the senior brother finally mentioned the abbot in the temple, the monks were overjoyed: "We rushed over when we saw the official messenger. He... the people who are in charge of the temple have also gone to report. He's already on his way to greet the official."

The senior brother nodded, turned around and looked at the Buddha statue that was always silent and silent, and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue again: "Recite a scripture with me."

The monks showed doubts on their faces, but they were all unpopular monks in Longquan Temple. Right now, only senior brothers can take care of them.

But it said in front of Longquan Temple.

Because Wu Baihu came with Jin Yiwei, it was already a mess.

The sound of bells and chanting sutras hidden in the wind and snow stopped, and the juvenile beating the wooden fish also fell to the ground, and the originally quiet smoke in the Buddhist hall, transformed into countless shapes, also became a mess smoke.

A group of monks surrounded several great monks wearing cassocks, left from under the towering Buddha statue covered in gold, and rushed to the outside of the Daxiong Hall.

"Isn't there some business for all of you to come to Longquan Temple in the snow?"

The host of the chanting, who was still rosy in the main hall, turned pale probably because he left the hall. He brought a group of monks to Wu Baihu, and stretched out his hand to chant the Buddha's name.

Wu Baihu glanced at the monks indifferently, and said softly: "I am ordered to investigate whether there is any illegal activity in Longquan Temple, so as to set the record straight."

The face of the host changed slightly: "Can I ask my boss to clarify."

Wu Baihu glanced at the host lightly, and said coldly: "Shangyi is also something you can guess?"

The face of the host changed again, and the monks around began to whisper, and their expressions were quite uneasy.

After thinking for a long time, the host turned around and said in a low voice: "Since that's the case, please come in and drink a cup of hot tea. They are all tea trees planted by the temple itself on the mountain. Although they are not expensive, they can also warm up the cold. wind."

Wu Baihu raised his eyebrows and said, "Drink tea? No need, I'll just wait here."

The host was a little hesitant, and his heart gradually became uneasy.

These Jin Yiwei came to Longquan Temple, they didn't talk about arresting people, they didn't talk about drinking tea, they just waited like this?

What are they waiting for.

The host turned his head carefully, motioned for the monks to get some tea, and carefully served the guards in brocade clothes.

But Wu Baihu stared: "What I said is that you are waiting here together."

Bass mist.

An embroidered spring knife with a handle flashed out behind Wu Baihu, with a piercing cold light piercing one's bones.

A group of monks finally couldn't stand still, and distanced themselves from the host who hadn't reacted yet.

"On business, it's him! That's what this old-tu-donkey does!"

"Everything is done by him, and it has nothing to do with us..."

"Please also pay attention to the envoy, the young monks were all coerced by this old-tu-donkey."

"I beg the superior to make the decision for me."

"..."

For a while, there seemed to be another snowstorm in Longquan Temple, which made people feel more and more icy cold.

And the presiding officer had already fallen down and sat on the cold ground that was cleaned by those low-level monks, but it was still chilling.

But Wu Baihu ignored these people, and just said indifferently: "Shangyi, you must be clear and clear, and you will never falsely accuse Fangwai's treasure land, everyone, just wait."

……

Chen Sanhu never imagined in his life that one day he would know what it means to be unable to move an inch.

The appearance of Chen Sheng's tragic death is still deeply imprinted in his mind at this moment, which is indelible.

That knife was like slaughtering a chicken.

The snow under his feet had reached his knees, but Chen Sanhu, whose hands were tied and dragged by two Jinyi guards, could only grit his teeth and keep up with the speed of these year-round martial arts practitioners.

After the crotch is wet, it becomes icy cold when it sees the wind.

Chen Sanhu swears that he can't feel the **** at all.

Perhaps, if I don't do those things, I can enter the palace to serve the nobles.

Chen Sanhu straddled his legs as hard as possible and walked forward.

Tiny ice crystals had condensed on the wet crotch.

During the dawdling, one wished to die directly in this white snow field.

He raised his head and looked in front of him.

It is the fork in the road to Longquan Temple and Yingtian City.

So, Chen Sanhu turned his head and saw that in the endless snow, almost half of the people of Chenjia Village and half of Dasheng Guan Lifu were strung together with the hemp rope and started to turn towards Yingtian City.

"My lord, it was Chen Wu who contacted Longquan Temple in the Beijing army. The matter of Dasheng Pass was also done after Chen Sheng contacted Longquan Temple. My lord, the younger ones were just coerced to help them do things."

"After Chen Sheng spread the rumors, he kept an eye on the number of materials entering and exiting Dasheng Pass every day, and then passed them on to the monks in Longquan Temple."

"It's also Chen Sheng. After the rumors spread, as long as there are other people who come to talk about things, they will reprimand them. Chen Sheng said that by doing this, we can cover up the rumors that we spread."

"My lord, these things were done by Chen Sheng and Chen Wu, two rebellious officials and thieves."

As if he felt that he was not far from death, Chen Sanhu's heart ignited the hope of life, and he repeated the words he had said countless times along the way.

Zhang Hui turned his head and looked at Chen Sanhu coldly: "You little thief, do you dare to speak up?"

Chen Sanhu immediately lowered his head: "Damn the little one! Damn the little one! Please let the little one go, the little one can say anything! The few hundred taels of silver that the little one got were all put on the body of Widow Li in Chenjiacun. Didn't do anything."

Zhang Hui turned his head and stopped talking.

After he took his order from Taisun, the fate of all those involved in the matter of Dashengguan has long been doomed.

The reason why they are obviously Jin Yiwei, but they have to complete the entire chain of evidence in such a tedious and complicated way, is entirely to wait for them to return to the city, so that they can throw iron-like evidence on the faces of those outsiders who come to the door.

"Baihu, there are already three waves of people staring at us."

On the snowy road to Longquan Temple, Jin Yiwei under Zhang Hui stepped on the snow and came up to him, reporting in a low voice.

Zhang Hui's eyes sank and his eyelids tightened: "Which side are they all from?"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Hui's eyes became a little distracted, and he thought of what Taisun said not long ago.

At that time, Taisun said that Daming is now a huge dining table.

The royal family is the one who sits in the main seat at this table, but there are always some people who want to divide up all the benefits on this table, and do not share a drop of soup with those around the table who contributed to this table of delicacies.

Thinking about it, the few people who can come here to spy on the situation in such a short time are, as Taisun said, those who want to sit at the dinner table.

The subordinate whispered: "Except for one group who are domestic servants of people in the imperial court, the other two groups are all outsiders inside and outside Yingtian Mansion. They didn't try to hide it, they just watched from afar."

Zhang Hui snorted twice: "Then let them have a good look, and don't have to expel them."

The subordinate nodded and took the order, but he didn't leave for a long time, but after pondering for a long time, he still whispered: "But Baihu, if I wait for this to be made public, if His Highness wants to dig deeper into this matter, I'm afraid those Everyone will be prepared."

Zhang Hui coveted his subordinates obliquely, and said lightly: "Do you think that these people will not be prepared if we act quietly? It is nothing more than whoever can get the righteousness, who can take the initiative."

The subordinate raised his head and smiled: "Obviously, Your Highness will always grasp justice."

Zhang Hui also showed a smile, feeling that this subordinate could be regarded as a talent to be made, so he reached out and patted the other party's shoulder: "Go to work, some things are not not to be done now, but to be decided in one fell swoop. Call them now It’s easy to watch, no matter what precautions they have in advance or what plans they have, to us, they have already shown their feet.”

This is earnest teaching.

The subordinate turned his eyes, thought for a while, then cupped his hands and said: "Thank you Qianhu for your teaching."

Zhang Hui looked at the subordinate with a helpless wry smile and turned to retreat, cursing in a low voice, "This kid!"

……

Longquan Temple.

At the foot of Mount Dai in the vast expanse of whiteness, in the temple, those former worldly masters had stood under the cold wind for a long time.

The solemn and luxurious cassocks and monk's robes that were offered by believers in the past can't stop the freezing of the world.

The presiding abbot sat slumped on the ground, his body was already stiff and numb, but he was completely ignorant.

With the passage of time, yesterday's Heart Sutra could no longer keep him at peace.

The monks who distanced themselves from him could only huddle together under the deterrence of the Xiuchun knife, as if they wanted to hold together to resist the erosion of the wind and cold.

Wu Baihu drank tea.

It is picked and roasted from the tea trees planted in the surrounding Dai Mountains by Longquan Temple.

good smell.

Exactly as this tu-donkey said.

Wu Baihu even felt that such a good place should be owned by the imperial court, so that he can taste more tea from this mountain in the future.

Just as he was thinking about something beautiful, he heard footsteps behind him.

Before Wu Baihu turned his head, he heard Zhang Hui's voice in his ears.

Seeing Wu Baihu who moved a chair and sat in the porch to shelter from the wind, and the monks in the courtyard enduring the cold wind, Zhang Hui couldn't help laughing and said, "You are drinking tea, brothers have eaten a lot outside. Blizzard."

Wu Baihu stood up, handed the teacup to his subordinates, and cupped his hands: "It's all done, all the tea in the temple has been divided up, and the brothers in the yamen will each have a bag."

While talking, Wu Baihu stretched out his head and looked behind Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui said, "It's all done? Did you find out before and after?"

Wu Baihu continued: "I didn't ask, I made it clear myself. In addition, there are those virtuous masters who can testify."

Among the crowd behind Zhang Hui, Wu Baihu saw Chen Sanhu who looked like a dead dog, so he waved to the group of monks behind him wearing blue-gray monk robes, headed by that brother.

Zhang Hui nodded and waved his hands one after another: "Send it here, let the masters of Longquan Temple see if they all know each other."

Chen Sanhu was dragged from behind.

With his numb eyes, he exchanged a glance with the abbot of Longquan Temple, but there was no reaction between them.

Zhang Hui looked at it, and then at Wu Baihu.

Wu Baihu nodded and said: "It seems that we are old acquaintances, so our case has ironclad evidence."

After finishing speaking, Wu Baihu turned around and cupped his hands at Zhang Hui: "You have received His Royal Highness's decree, are you going back to Beijing now or what are you doing? Come to think of it, there are quite a few people outside waiting to see the result."

Zhang Hui has already turned around and walked out: "Take the person involved in the case and return to Beijing for conviction."

This is almost the final verdict. As soon as Zhang Hui's words fell, the masters in Longquan Temple who used to sit high on the clouds began to cry in unison.

It's just that no one cares.

With the evidence, the entire front-to-back chain has been fixed, and no one can change their fate.

Since the 24th year of Hongwu, the emperor began to promote the regulation of Buddhism and Taoism.Codes have been promulgated many times, requiring the two disciplines to be self-disciplined and restricting their respective development.

As for the monks, there are Hongwu's 20-year "Shenming ** Buddhism and Religion List", and the list of nine laws and regulations just issued this year.

Everything, in fact, has already begun.

When Zhang Hui walked out of the gate of Longquan Temple, there was a burst of intensive footsteps behind him.

He hesitated slightly and stopped.

Then I saw the group of monks in blue-gray robes who had reported on the abbot of Longquan Temple and others in Wu Baihu's mouth, and they had already stopped in front of him.

Zhang Hui smiled slightly. These are good monks who know about loyalty to the king. He said softly: "What do you masters want to do? This matter has nothing to do with Longquan Temple. It's just that the world is so big that there will inevitably be some villains With bad intentions, Longquan Temple will not be implicated at the moment."

The elder brother in the blue-gray monk robe showed pity on his face, and said in a mournful voice: "Young monk, thank you for your generosity, but the monks are one, and they are all disciples of the Buddha. If there is something wrong with the presiding officer, how can I escape from Longquan Temple? Little monk Waiting for others, there is always a crime of not being noticed."

This man is interesting.

Zhang Hui looked him up and down: "Isn't it the master's name?"

"Little monk Zhihui." (I haven't studied the monk's name, it is purely fictitious)
Zhang Hui arched his hands: "I don't know Master Zhihui, what do you want me to do?"

Zhihui squeezed the Dharma in his hand, bent down and said: "We have committed the crime of not being aware of it. Although we are outsiders, we are within the law of the court. Today Longquan Temple is breaking the law, please send us back to Beijing together."