Pokemon Sato

The stream is full of water, and when the morning light pours down, the water is sparkling and clear, winding eastward. Occasionally, a blood-red color floats across the water, which is very light. The wooden bridge over the stream creaked and creaked, and a series of footsteps sounded, and the crowd rushed towards the town in front.

One of the two towns located at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, Wumu Town is no longer as clean as usual. Most of the residents on the roads outside the town and in the streets inside the town dare not stay outside. There are many more people from the world gathering here than usual. Most people didn't understand what happened. At dawn, those who got up early at home became panicked when they saw the blood-stained people being carried one by one to the town's hospital.

In just one morning, the whole town was in a state of panic.

Soon after, small traders and hawkers who had to go to the streets to make a living in twos and threes saw a group of monks walking into the town. In the past, the kind-hearted masters had solemn faces, with a vague anger, just like the ones they had seen in the temple. Statue of Angry Eyes Vajra.

In one of the largest courtyards in the town, the boy who greeted the door saw more than a dozen monks walking over, and he quickly stepped forward to welcome them into the courtyard, "Masters, my master and several heroes in the world are waiting for you. "

"Donor, you're welcome. The poor monk and others will come over on their own." The old monk holding a Zen staff responded politely and strode towards the living room.

The owner of this house is a man named Zhao Wenbing in the Beidi Jianghu. He is quite powerful in this area. He devotes all his skills to a pen. At this time, he is sitting in the front seat drinking tea and talking to a person on the right. That person is older than The opponent was smaller, but he was a bearded man, about thirty, sitting there like a hill with a heavy back and a heavy waist. His upper body was only covered with a little leather armor, and he had a majestic broadsword at a distance that could be reached with one hand.

The old monk who came in recognized this man as Hao Laiman, the golden tiger who pounced on the ground. He was a lone ranger, but he was also an executioner with many evil deeds. When he became murderous, he would kill innocent people with his sword.

"...The first Zhixin Master of Bodhidharma Academy is here!" When the person on the left couldn't say anything, he saw the figure walking into the hall and quickly stood up and handed over.

The old monk put down his Zen staff and clasped his hands in front of several big figures present: "I've seen you all, this humble monk."

The figure coming to the left in his sight had a skinny face, and his clasped hands were as strong as eagle talons. He knew he was from the Flying Eagle Sect, and he nodded humbly.

The other seven or eight people sitting on both sides may not often walk in the rivers and lakes, and they don't know their names, but to be able to sit here, he must have some real martial arts skills.

"Master, please take a seat!" Zhao Wenbing stood up and clasped his fists, and then ordered the servant: "Let the head of Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy watch tea!"

On the right, the burly man Hao Laiman snorted coldly and turned his head to the side, as if he had suffered a loss at the opponent's hands, and there was a lot of displeasure on his face.

The old monk Zhixin sat down on the wooden chair nearby without paying attention. When the tea cup was placed on the table, he clasped his hands again and looked at the middle-aged scribe at the head: "May I ask the donor Zhao, can Li Wenwen and three other people be here? "

Zhao Wenbing asked casually: "The three of them have gone to encircle and suppress the demon sect first. Brother Hao and I are studying the next countermeasures. Why does Master Zhixin value Li Shaoxia so much?"

On the seat, the old monk saluted, smiled modestly, and passed the voice.

"This boy is full of passion, which makes the poor monk admire him. He once had the hatred of destroying his family, and he can also fight against the Jurchen foreigners together with his enemies. He is a good man with clear grievances. So I asked him many times, Donor Zhao, don't do it. care."

The two of them were talking, and most of the other people in the world nodded at the behavior of this eminent Shaolin monk. Although everyone was a member of the world and did not stick to trivial matters, the tone and attitude of the other person's words gave him enough face. Naturally, he treated this Shaolin monk with dignity. The old monk was very satisfied. After all, everyone came here, firstly because of the death of Master Zhikong, and secondly because of the theft of Bodhidharma's body. Now everyone has the same interests. After all, the spiritual object can repair any injury. Everyone also has their own thoughts in their hearts. The result is that Naturally, we don’t want anything unpleasant to happen.

The hall then began to discuss how to encircle and suppress the Sun Moon God Sect. Suddenly, panicked footsteps came from the courtyard. Most of the people present had martial arts skills. It was difficult for them to escape the slightest movement. Someone broke in from outside the door. He was a servant in Zhao Wenbing's house. He was interrupted during the discussion. As the master, he naturally had a displeased look on his face, "Why are you so flustered?"

The servant who came in had a grimace on his face. When he saw these big men looking at him with displeasure, he tremblingly told what he had discovered.

"When I was cleaning the courtyard, I found that the room of Jin Daxia and his wife had been open for a long time. Later, when I turned around, it was still open. I got suspicious and went over to take a look and found... I found... that Gongsun... that eldest lady She...she died in the house."

"what?"

"...I don't dare to lie, it's absolutely true..." The servant saw his master's face changed drastically, and he knelt on the ground in fright, "And... Jin Daxia was nowhere to be seen, only the silk mask he wore was seen. Discarded on the table…”

Zhao Wenbing suddenly raised his eyebrows, "You have seen it with your own eyes, can you be sure?"

"Young man, I dare not lie in front of all the heroes."

The old monk next to him closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and said softly: "Donor Zhao might as well send someone over to take a look. There should be no reason for this little benefactor to deceive."

"Yeah!" The figure at the head of the table nodded and brushed his beard, and then a confidant beside him quietly left the hall towards the backyard with understanding.

What happened suddenly caused the original enthusiasm for the discussion to cool down. After the servants left, everyone looked at each other in the hall with gloomy expressions. The person from the Flying Eagle Gate looked a little cold and sneered at the corner of his mouth. He planned to give guidance, "As far as Liao knows, Jin Duyi and his wife used to work under Dongchang. Later they defected again for unknown reasons, but recently they went to Brother Zhao's house..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure in the first place stood up slowly. Zhao Wenbing patted the armrest and laughed dryly, "Hehe", "Brother Liao doesn't know. This Jin Duyi's work under the eunuch of Dongchang is true, but he is Seeing the other party's sinister style, he took some evidence of Dongchang's crimes and surrendered to the Right Prime Minister of the DPRK, but he was also beaten and disfigured by the eunuchs of Dongchang. A few days ago, the emperor died and the Right Chancellor was deposed. Those people The evidence was probably searched again by Dongchang's lackeys..."

From his words, it can be seen that most people in the world don't have much respect for the imperial court. He took two steps and explained to everyone present: "…. The Youxiang Mansion was annihilated, and he and Lady Gongsun escaped and hid everywhere. Fortunately, he got acquainted with Zhao and found that he was quite powerful in martial arts, and he was very powerful in Dongchang. The eunuch hated me so much that just last night his wife quietly revealed a piece of news to me."

"What is it?" Below, almost everyone was attracted by his words.

Zhao Wenbing smiled at first, then became angry and clenched his fists in the air, "It turns out that the imperial court wanted to have a good relationship with the Jurchens years ago, but the envoy's team was robbed halfway, and the Dongchang eunuch was instigating it, and finally Only the Jurchens went south to the Wu Dynasty."

"….These eagle dogs…."

"When I saw them resisting the Jin Dynasty, I thought they were a group of men..."

"...So many people died, it turns out they were the ones responsible."

In the hall, most of them were strong and fierce people. When they heard these words, they were all filled with indignation and shouted that they were waiting to kill the woman from the Sun Moon God Sect before killing the Admiral of Dongchang. For such shouts , but Hao Laiman, who was sitting over there, sneered, "A bunch of rabble, screaming fiercely, if they really want to go up to it, that's a rebellion!"

As soon as he spoke, everyone seemed to be choked and speechless...

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The clock slowly passed noon, and most people stayed in the Zhao Mansion to have a meal. Only the group from the Shaolin Temple said goodbye and left.

After leaving the courtyard gate for a while, a few feet away from an inn, a figure from the alley next to him stumbled out and bumped into Monk Zhixin of Bodhidharma Monastery. After the other party said a few words of apology, he lowered his head and said hurriedly. leave.

"Amitabha—" the old monk shouted the Buddha's name to the departing figure and entered the inn.

In the sleeves of the broad monk's robe, a balled up note was held in his palm.

.....

Not far away, at a stall diagonally opposite the inn, the vendors were shouting and shouting, and their eyes were intentionally or unintentionally staring at the monks entering the inn. Shortly after, a homing pigeon flew away from the town.

It traced a trajectory in the rays of the scorching sun, flying towards the official road from west to east, and was in the hands of a group of people coming here on the way.

ps: I went to pick up my son for vaccination today, which delayed me for a while, so there is only one update today. Then tomorrow, when the spring breeze feels strong, I can write as much as I can from morning to twelve o'clock at night.