Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the hot kang, slowly drinking tea and digesting the sticky rice porridge cooked by Xiaoyu in his stomach, and eating some greasy fried fruit early in the morning, although it was sweet, it was a little stomach-sick.Fortunately, after several cups of tea, the faint tea fragrance relieved the feeling, and Yang Jian just took a few deep breaths in comfort.

Xiaoyu suddenly opened the door and came in. Yang Jian raised his eyes and said casually, "What good food are you here to bring again? As I said, I really can't eat anything right now."

Xiaoyu stepped forward and sat down beside Yang Jian, saying: "This time it's not for food, but it's an unpleasant thing."

Yang Jian raised his hand to add water, and said: "Tell me, let me listen first, you must know that we are not here to meddle in business."

Xiaoyu said: "Just now I heard the Stove Lord say something in the kitchen, it's like this..." Xiaoyu slowly leaned close to Yang Jian's ear and whispered, Yang Jian's face remained unchanged, but his eyes gradually turned cold .

Xiaoyu lowered her head and fiddled with her belt, and said, "I didn't ask about this on purpose. Lord Stove told me to play with it. I didn't intend to tell my uncle at first, but because it was about Uncle Zhan, so Xiaoyu Just boldly give it by the way..."

Yang Jian drank his tea slowly, pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't know anything, you can figure it out."

Xiaoyu giggled, and said: "I knew that uncle couldn't stay out of it completely, don't worry, I know what to do."

The corners of Yang Jian's lips moved slightly, and he said with a smile: "Ghost girl, remember to come back and tell me the joke when you're done. Also, don't delay coming back to make lunch. I want to eat sweet and sour fish at noon today."

Xiaoyu jumped up and said, "Okay, don't delay anything! When did uncle become so greedy?"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I've always been like this, but I haven't taken it into account for too long."

Xiaoyu had already arrived at the door, and she suddenly turned her head and said, "Then, if I go, can you let go of the first one that uncle made an appointment with?"

Yang Jian thought about it, and said, "Yes, but you must not be discovered by others, and you must not hurt any mortals."

Xiaoyu smiled and said: "Uncle really underestimated me, after so many years of cultivation, how could I be easily seen by those mortals?!"

Seeing that Yang Jian had nothing to say, Xiaoyu closed the door and went out.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, hearing Xiaoyu calling Chenxiang, and hearing their footsteps gradually receding, Yang Jian suddenly became a little disturbed. After being a fairy for thousands of years, he was used to fully grasping everything, but suddenly he sealed his mana but seemed to become deaf General blind.

As a mortal, Yang Jian felt a little uncomfortable.

But I forgot how much I longed for the plainness of ordinary people.

Maybe, it's just because of Zhan Zhao's inability to fully grasp Zhan Zhao's every move, and his inability to control Zhan Zhao's safety at will, which makes Yang Jian feel a little bit unwilling.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian's hands couldn't help shaking, and the full cup of tea soaked his hands.

Yang Jian placed a few cups and looked at the water stains on his hands in silence.

Watching the sun rise gradually, Zhan Zhao was really a little impatient and became restless. He almost wanted to kick open the gate of the temple immediately to find the host and finish this supposedly easy and simple task.

But it's not been three or two days since he was in the officialdom, Zhan Zhao still maintains his rationality, sometimes an impatience will cause a catastrophe, and sometimes an unbearable will implicate the innocent and disrupt the whole situation.

Zhan Zhao had already guessed that the host who sees through the world is actually taking advantage of his illness to avoid disaster. A monk can neither watch the people suffer, nor offend the dignitaries of the dynasty. It is not easy to find a balance between the dilemmas thing.Zhan Zhao knew it in his heart, but he couldn't bear to blame the host for deliberately avoiding it, so he secretly weighed how to persuade Taishi Pang's family to temporarily allow the victims to live in Guangxian Temple.

Just when he couldn't hold back, the temple gate suddenly opened wide. When Zhan Zhao looked back, he saw a large row of figures coming out of the temple in an orderly manner, and quickly lined up on both sides of the temple gate.Although these people are all dressed in civilian clothes, Zhan Zhao can tell at a glance that these people have obviously undergone long-term training in their actions and demeanor, and he can guess that these people should be the personal guards of Grand Master Pang's residence.

A young man in his twenties came out of the temple with great strides, and several monks who appeared to be of higher status followed behind him in embarrassment.

Zhan Zhao smiled, this person was very familiar, but it turned out to be Pang Yuanying, the youngest son of Grand Master Pang.

Pang Yuanying was a few years younger than Zhan Zhaolai, but he was also a fourth-rank imperial guard with a knife. Although he was somewhat honored by his concubine, sister and old man, he was indeed quite capable.

Pang Yuanying is fair-skinned and handsome. Except for a pair of eyes that are always squinted and somewhat sly, he doesn't have much dandyism.But Zhan Zhao knew very well that the person in front of him was not as good-looking and talkative as he was. Grand Master Pang hadn't learned much from his knowledge, but he had learned a lot of tricks and schemes.

Because they are at the same level, Zhan Zhao just cupped his hands and said, "Brother Yuanying is here, that would be great."

Out of etiquette, Pang Yuanying reluctantly bowed his hand in return, and said: "Hehe, I said who ran to the temple early in the morning to disturb the masters. It turned out to be the guard Zhan from the Kaifeng mansion. Why, when did the guard Zhan start to believe it?" The Buddha is here? Do you want to fight for this stick of incense?"

Zhan Zhao bowed his head politely, and said, "It's enough for the Buddha to keep it in his heart, and he doesn't have to respect this stick of incense to count." He avoided Pang Yuanying's gaze and looked at the few people behind him The monk continued: "I came today because of a compassionate matter. I just heard Master Zhitong say that the presiding officer is sick. So I want to ask the master in the temple at the moment what he said?"

Pang Yuanying was dissatisfied with Zhan Zhao's appearance of ignoring herself, but there was no expression on his face. He turned sideways to see that the monks were all a little embarrassed and bowed their heads in silence. Don’t you know? Guangxian Temple has been taken care of by my family for a while, and I’m afraid I’m the one who has the final say.”

Only then did Zhan Zhao look at him, his serious face made Pang Yuanying feel a little timid, but he quickly curled his lips pretending to be fine and did not speak.

Zhan Zhao took a deep breath, and said seriously: "That's good. Since Pang Huwei is responsible for it, then Zhan will be straightforward. Last night, it snowed heavily in Kaifeng, and a large number of houses collapsed in the shantytowns in the southwest of the city. Right now Hundreds of disaster victims have nowhere to live in the cold winter. I was ordered by Lord Bao to contact Guangxian Temple to open the door to accept the people. I also asked the guard Pang to straighten up the monk's house immediately. Zhang Long and Zhao Hu in Kaifeng Mansion will lead a large number of disaster victims to settle down soon. .”

Pang Yuanying interrupted: "What are you talking about, who made the regulations? My Pang Mansion has already reserved the entire Guangxian Temple to pray for the noble concubine, but now I can no longer accept the victims. I hope the guards will report to Mr. Bao to find another place. "

Zhan Zhaodao: "Guangxian Temple is sealed by the royal family, and it is unavoidable to help the poor according to the previous routine. Master Bao knew that your mansion was praying for the empress, so he didn't ask the whole temple to be opened. He only opened the monk's house on the West Mountain It’s fine to vacate, and it’s far away from the people of your mansion, so it won’t affect your mansion’s prayers.”

Pang Yuanying sneered and said: "It won't affect? ​​Hulala comes in with hundreds of people, are you taking care of Kaifeng Mansion? The imperial concubine is not feeling well. We come here to pray for blessings. It is a royal matter. Can your Kaifeng Mansion be above? Xishan lives there The personal guards in my house can't be free for a while, and if they want to withdraw all of them, it will take the life of my old man."

Zhan Zhao said anxiously: "Your residence's personal guards are only a few dozen people, but they occupy the entire Western Hills. Even the side halls of the main hall of Guangxian Temple are enough for your family to stay. Why do you have to separate most of them?" A monastery is arranged in Xishan?!"

Pang Yuanying said casually: "My mother likes to be quiet, and she can't bear to live next to these soldiers."

Zhan Zhao said angrily, "That's all?"

Pang Yuanying said: "Of course."

Zhan Zhao said: "Because the victims have nowhere to resettle, the Holy Majesty is so anxious that he can't sleep at night. Guard Pang's a little courtesy at this moment is to relieve the Emperor's difficulties, and can relieve hundreds of people from sleeping on the streets. How can the merits accumulated in this way be worth a lot of money?" You can get the fragrance."

But Pang Yuanying was not moved by Zhan Zhao's words, and still had that casual look, saying: "I'm sorry, everyone has different rituals for worshiping Buddha, and I won't argue with you, anyway, I can't do it anyway, I'll just speak politely first, Please guard Zhan to make other plans."

Zhan Zhao was angry and impatient, and wanted to say something before he took a step. The guards around him lined up to block Zhan Zhao's figure. Pang Yuanying stood on the steps and sneered, "What? Zhan's guards Do you still need to use force?"

Zhan Zhao stared at him and said, "If I want to use force, these few guards alone may not be able to stop me. I just hope that Guard Pang will think about it again, and don't break the cunt for no reason."

Pang Yuanying said angrily: "You talk nonsense in front of the Buddha's house, I won't let you see what can you do to me?!"

Zhan Zhao's hand holding the sword couldn't help exerting a little force, barely holding back the anxiety and anger in his heart, and said: "Pang Hu has to think twice before doing such immoral things."

Pang Yuanying snorted coldly, turned around with his hands behind his back, looked at the monks who looked distressed, and said, "Masters' morning classes are about to start, so don't waste time at the door." He was about to go in.Zhan Zhao hurried forward, but was blocked by a few guards, and suddenly lost his temper, he said, "If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for taking action."

But those few guards didn't seem to hear, and each of them held a waist knife and insisted on refusing to give way.

In fact, Zhan Zhao didn't want Ju Que to get out of the sheath, and Pang Yuanying would definitely not stand still if he shot here. Although Zhan Zhao was fully sure that he could win the fight, it would probably anger the Grand Master's Mansion. It fell on the head of Kaifeng Mansion.

It's a bit of a dilemma.

They were in a stalemate when suddenly a crisp voice sounded: "Oh, it's a sin that this Buddhist land has become a place where swords meet!"

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