Xiao Jiaojiao dressed as a powerful minister

Chapter 73

Nan Xu rushed out of the mansion suddenly, and bumped into Yun Shiran at the door.

After not seeing him for a few days, Yun Shiran seemed a little weak, maybe the injury on his arm hadn't healed yet.

"Grand... Axu, where are you going in such a hurry?" Yun Shiran passed Nan Xu, but Nan Xu basically didn't intend to stop, so Yun Shiran had no choice but to stop her.

Qing Yuan followed and ran out, just in time to meet Yun Shiran's eyes, their eyes collided suddenly, both of them were slightly surprised...

Nan Xu turned her head to look at Yun Shiran, her eyes were on her injured arm, and she comforted her, "You go to the government to go to the place where someone will prepare you to rest and recover from your injuries. I'll see where there is a temple nearby, so I can pray for you. "

After finishing speaking, he patted Yun Shiran on the shoulder twice, and without giving Yun Shiran a chance to speak, he ran away without a trace.

"Oh, what's going on..." Yun Shiran was left in place, not knowing why.

After some inquiries on the street, I found the most famous temple in the city, a glazed pagoda where people gathered.

Looking at it at a glance, it towers into the clouds, majestic and majestic, even more spectacular than Nan Xu imagined.

Looking at the inner and outer walls of the glazed pagoda, thousands of Buddha bricks are inlaid. A Buddha is like a warrior's armor, magnificent and splendid, and there are some small characters hidden on the stone carvings, some of which are not clear because of the age.

Nan Xu clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and knelt on the worship mat in front of the Buddha. The monk next to her saw that she looked devout, so she handed over the incense and asked, "Amitabha, can the benefactor ask for a lottery?"

After receiving the master's wonderful incense, Nan Xu held it with both hands, bowed three times to the Buddha statue, got up and inserted it into the incense burner.

Turning around and seeing the master holding a black box in his hand, she asked curiously, "What is this?"

The monk held a common fortune-telling cylinder, but the cylinder was not the wooden or bamboo stick that Nan Xu had seen, it was more like the dice in the gambling house, but the shape was round and there was no engraving.

Although puzzled, the monk handed it over, but Nan Xu still caught it. The master clasped his hands together and made a deep expression: "The almsgiver asks for a lottery."

According to the master's instructions, Nan Xu shook the begging lottery tube, the balls inside crackled, and when Nan Xu's hands were almost sore, he stopped.

A ball, the size of a pill, fell from the bottom of the stick, rolled to the foot of the table in front of the Buddha, and was stopped by the wooden leg of the table.

The master muttered something, walked over to pick it up, and murmured something in a low voice with his palms together. Nanxu couldn't understand, so he probably recited some scriptures, then he turned his head and asked in a deep voice: "I don't know what the benefactor is asking for? "

Nan Xu tilted her head and thought for a while, "Live or die."

After finishing speaking, I saw the surprise in the master's eyes, and the eyelids were raised obviously. The women who come here are either looking for marriage or children, and the wife is healthy and a woman who wants to live and die. To be precise, people who want to live and die are not common.

It is not common, nor does it mean that it is not uncommon. The master's surprise was fleeting, seeing that he divided the round bead in his hand into two halves, and there was a note hidden inside.

Unexpectedly, it was paper, which was not as easy to preserve as wooden sticks, and it was hidden in iron beads. Nan Xu only felt that it was cumbersome and unpleasant.

"Master, may I ask what happened?"

The monk's expression was wrong, neither happy nor sad, looking at the signed words, he turned around and lit the note on the candle, Nan Xu wanted to stop it when he saw this, but before it was too late, the monk had already thrown the lit note into the incense burner In an instant, it turned into gray-white ashes.

He took a half step back and said a sincere "Goodness".

Nan Xu frowned and asked, "Master, what does this mean?"

Since it was a request for a lottery, the person who asked for the lottery hadn't known the result, so why did he burn it.

The monk was wearing a simple yellow robe. He turned around and held the candlelight on the platform behind his back. The bright yellow robe seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light. He stared meaningfully at Nanxu's elegant and delicate face, and said slowly : "Since you come, you can rest in peace. Everything you encounter is signed, goodness."

"Everything you encounter is signed?" Nan Xu repeated his words.

The monk continued: "Almsgiver, the poor monk will take you around the temple. After the wonderful incense is burned out, you can take some incense ash back, sprinkle it around the house, put it in a sachet, or use it in a medicinal bath. Exorcising evil and avoiding harm."

Not long after Yun Shiran entered the government, Xu Fancheng arrived, Long Taishou came out from the study, Xu Fancheng went in, and explained everything he saw in Muluo Village.

After hearing this, Shen Cijing clenched his hands into fists and slammed them on the table, making a loud noise. With a resolute side face, a sharp light like a blade flowed through his eyes, "Self-made weapons are treason."

"So now it's no longer a simple embezzlement of pensions. It is necessary to find out who is behind it and get rid of it." Xu Fancheng said.

However, Shen Cijing fell into deep thought, his eyes narrowed, and said: "No, there is one thing that this king can't figure out all the time."

"What's wrong?"

"Whether it is corruption or treason, it is a serious crime. Do you think that if this person is you, you will save the lives of the people in Muluo Village and wait for them to report to the capital?"

Xu Fancheng's pupils dilated suddenly, of course he wouldn't, but anyone who leaked even the slightest bit of news would lose his life, the best way is to cut the grass and roots.

"So you mean, there is another group of forces behind this?"

Shen Cijing rubbed the jade wrench finger in his hand, "I'm afraid it's still not an easy force."

That person can save the lives of the people in Muluo Village, know the movements of the rebels behind his back, without revealing his identity, and can deliberately lure the imperial court to send people to Weizhou.

Xu Fancheng thought for a while, and asked, "Could it be the son of Marquis Ding'an?"

Xu Fancheng also wrote to Shen Cijing about Xiao Qi's writing to Nan Xu.

Speaking of Xiao Qi, Shen Cijing took a deep breath and said meaningfully: "Xiao Shizi has made a lot of contributions to the imperial court these years..."

It is said to be meritorious service, but in fact it is acting on behalf of others. Most of the things Xiao Qi did were not in his Xinzhou territory. The laws of Nanyi Country are strict. Officials from other states are not allowed to interfere in the political affairs of this state. This is also to prevent officials from various regions from colluding and forming separatist forces. , a threat to the imperial court.

Xiao Qi has investigated countless cases in many places, and being the son of Xinzhou, it is difficult to explain his intentions clearly.

"You don't suspect that he wants to rebel, do you?" Xu Fancheng knows best what it looks like when Shen Jijing sees a person who is not pleasing to the eye, such as at this moment.

Shen Cijing hooked his lips, took a sip of tea, and said deeply: "It's hard to say."

"It's hard to say, then Prince Xiao's reputation has always been very good, and the people are full of praise! I said, Your Highness the Regent, don't you, old man, feel jealous because someone wrote a letter to your princess?"

Seeing him drinking water, Xu Fancheng was also thirsty, so he put away the tea at hand and grabbed the teapot next to him.

The things Shen Cijing has at hand are always the best, and he is always flattered and flattered, down to a cup of tea.

(End of this chapter)