martial law

When Yang Lin said this, his language became slightly cold.

"Actually, when Li Wuding pretended to be Shaogong Liu Hong and committed murder on the boat with Li Biao, it may not be that they really thought so, or that it was a mistake, or more likely, that they were killed by others. affected nature.

Think about it, how can it be such a coincidence?As soon as we got married, we were summoned to take office immediately.

The majestic governor of Jiangzhou does not bring any soldiers with him, but simply goes to Jianghe as a scholar, not afraid of troubles along the way.

What's even more strange is that not only the imperial court is relieved, but the Prime Minister's Office is not worried at all.

Not to mention the fact that when you first came to Jiangzhou, demons danced wildly here, and the three counties were in chaos. This is a poor scholar who was admitted to the number one scholar, can he handle it? "

Yang Lin spoke out bit by bit, and dissected his doubts clearly. At this time, little Tang Seng had drifted away with the current, and no one was staring at him any more.

Next, the only thing to worry about is Jiangzhou's beliefs and the issue of power.

It is much easier to deal with the challenges of the mortal world.

The eyes on the head are gone, and the shackles on the body are gone.

There are many things that should be told to Yin Wenjiao.

If not.

The past 18 years have been really difficult.

Although the various calculations of Buddhism seem natural.

However, using children and women to set up schemes and play with people's hearts, and finally make people lose all hope and escape into Buddhism, this approach is a bit too sinister.

If the matter did not fall on him, Yang Lin lamented that his strength was not as good, at most he would sigh twice.

However, now that he is the most wronged and unlucky Chen Guangrui, the one who suffers, this matter will never end.

He felt uncomfortable not letting the person whom the Lord made suffer a big loss.

What's more, it is also related to his own chance of enlightenment.

Infinite luck.

But he couldn't let go.

Thinking of this, Yang Lin's body was shrouded in light and shadow for tens of feet, isolating the inside and outside, and he said calmly: "Also, the little guy was sent into the river by you, but it's not that he has nowhere to go.

Now, it must have been taken in by Monk Faming and is about to be brought into Jinshan Temple. If you miss your baby, I can secretly take you to see it then. "

"really?"

Saying a thousand words or saying ten thousand words is not as useful as this sentence.

Yin Wenjiao's face was blood red, and she was shaking with excitement.

"Really all right? Will you be at Jinshan Temple?"

"Yes, when you went to Hongfu Temple to meet the Bodhisattva, and then you went to the Bodhisattva to entrust dreams, and Xingjun protects the Dharma, you should understand this. That is the reincarnation of the Buddha's power, and sooner or later the memory of the previous life will be awakened..."

"I see."

Yin Wenjiao's voice became a little lower.

Yes.

The Buddhist master is reincarnated. Although he is his own son in this life, it is not certain whether he will recognize himself as his mother after he wakes up.

I heard that those who have become immortals and attained the Tao will pay attention to what is called "breaking away".

There is no need to regret, and no need to be unwilling.

He can live and grow up well.

In fact, you don't need to stay by your side, you can save yourself in the morning and evening.

"That's it, Mr. Xianggong, I want to go home and rest."

A trace of tiredness flashed in Yin Wenjiao's eyes. Looking back at the surging river, her mood returned to calm.

In this world, the lives of ordinary people are like ants, and their lives are precarious.

Although I was born in the prime minister's mansion, as a daughter, I don't get much preferential treatment. This is my fate, and I can't change it. I can only accept it and resign myself to fate.

"Okay, let's go back now. However, Li Biao has already been punished, so it's hard to talk about it to the outside world, and we have to find a way to cover it up."

As he spoke, Yang Lin took out a white paper man the size of a thumb from his body, carved it with his divine sense, threw it casually, and rolled it in the wind, and it turned into a sturdy man.

The big man has rough brows and eyes, his muscles are knotted, and he has a long knife on his waist, looking majestic.

Isn't it Li Biao, or who?

This is Yang Lin's paper figurine avatar. At this time, ordinary paper is used to divide it with magical powers, but it is not as powerful as his ternary avatar.

However, ordinary paper dolls also have the benefits of ordinary paper dolls, and it is not difficult to divide dozens of them at will. The strength is two levels lower than the deity.

Yang Lin's deity is now in the middle of the fifth stage, and the paper figurine is in the middle of the third stage, which happens to be at the same level as Li Biao.

Although the state is only in the middle of the third stage, but the combat experience and martial arts background are copied from Yang Lin himself, and the combat power is actually much stronger than the original genuine Li Biao.

Basically, you can compete with the third-order peak without falling behind.

There are disadvantages, too.

It can be seen from the dullness on the face of the paper figurine.

When dealing with some complicated affairs, the response may not be so quick.

However, it is just daily affairs, suppressing one side, almost without too many omissions.

This is also enough.

"Biao, see the general."

The paper figurine avatar pays homage in a serious manner.

"Go ahead, take [-] elite soldiers and station in Duchang County, recruit troops, encourage production, and don't leave the country if there is nothing to do."

"Yes."

The paper figurine bowed down in response, stood up, turned around and jumped a few times, and went far away.

"This is, fake."

Yin Wenjiao's eyes shook as she watched this scene in disbelief.

She has seen the fairy dreaming before.

But that is fairy.

Do everything as it should.

My own husband can also do such a strange thing, the person who was obviously killed and exploded into a blood mist appeared before his eyes in the blink of an eye.

A piece of paper can also be turned into a flesh and blood body, with a similar voice and appearance, and powerful strength. She has almost never come into contact with this kind of method.

It's just that when I was a girl, I heard some legends and stories about some high officials in the court, and I occasionally heard some similar deeds.

However, at that time, most of them were heard as rumors and bragging.

At this time, thinking about it, I still have a little knowledge.

The world is big, and there are many strange people and strange things around you.

"I……"

Thinking of this, Yin Wenjiao's eyes showed a hint of pleading.

She has broken the jar.

I am not afraid anymore.

What Yang Lin did just now did indeed make her feel at ease.

Although I don't know the origin of the husband who threw the hydrangea, and what secret identity he has.

Nor did she want to ask questions.

However, she still felt the sincerity of the other party.

He didn't need to say some things, and he didn't need to reveal some methods.

In just a few words, she understood that the various actions of the husband were actually playing a big game of chess against the imperial court, the prime minister's office and the British government's government, and even the gods and bodhisattvas.

One can imagine the danger.

It's not that the other party doesn't know, and if he tells something, there may be more accidents, but he still said, how can she pretend not to know this kind of affection?

However, she still wanted to see her baby, as long as she saw the little guy alive and well.

"Alright, actually, I also want to see what the nature of the old monk is like? I'll take you to see the little guy."

He looked up at the sky and looked at the direction. His spiritual thoughts contacted the No. [-] divine avatar in Jiangzhou Governor's Mansion, and a wave of thoughts spread in all directions like a skynet.

"found it."

Yang Lin's eyes froze.

Lights and shadows circulated around her body, and five colors of light flashed, and she threw herself into the big camphor tree beside her with Yin Wenjiao in her arms.

The figure disappeared.

When the figure flashed out of a willow tree again, it was already more than twenty miles away.

It's strange to say that since Yin Wenjiao put the little guy into the wooden basin and floated away, only a quarter of an hour later, the wooden basin has already floated for twenty miles, which is faster than sailing a boat. If there is nothing weird in it, no one will believe it. of.

Yang Lin's body was surrounded by colorful auras, distorting the three-foot space around him. Looking at him from a distance, he saw a transparent air, not only the image but also the breath, and he couldn't see any traces.

As soon as he and Yin Wenjiao stood still, they saw a wooden basin floating along the water, leaning against the opposite river, an old gray cannon monk wearing a bamboo hat smiled and bent over to pick up the wooden basin, picked up the little baby, and said to the person next to him The blood book turned a blind eye, his eyes were full of surprises.

He picked up the child and looked at it for a long time, then put it back in the basin, bowed his head together, recited a sentence of Amitabha, and chanted the scriptures silently, then smiled happily: "Sure enough, he is a born Buddha child, a Buddhist The day of great prosperity is not far away, Bodhisattva blesses this matter to be smooth."

While speaking, Monk Faming picked up the blood book and the jacket, wrapped the child tightly again, gently hugged the little boy in his arms as if meeting a treasure, and walked up the mountain along the path by the river.

Yin Wenjiao was already dazzled by crying, and she covered her mouth with her hands vigorously, tears falling like pearls.

She already knew how powerful it was.

At this time, he suppressed his sadness, but he didn't dare to cry out.

Suddenly, the little guy seemed to feel something, and opened his mouth with a wow sound and cried loudly.

"No, someone is watching."

The old monk Fa Ming frowned slightly, turned around suddenly, and flicked his sleeves.

When a golden light appeared, Wangfeng turned into a giant golden tiger, roaring and rushing towards the other side of the river fiercely.

Pieces of trees and rocks were shattered into powder, and before the tiger's claws could catch them, the air had annihilated large areas.

"I've seen it, I can go, but the old monk is so cruel, but he has to teach him a lesson.

At such a great age, instead of cultivating the mind and character in the temple and studying Buddhism diligently, instead running around and doing no good deeds, this is not good. "

Yang Lin murmured, and with a flick of his finger, the golden light tiger roaring and attacking, roaring and biting around his area, showed five-color light marks on his forehead.

shuh...

The golden light tiger suddenly split into two pieces and turned into rosary beads.

Amidst the roar, the rosary shattered into powder again, turned into ashes and dissipated.

The old monk stood on the spot, leaned back, stepped back a few steps, and spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth.

"Where is the expert here?"

After suffering a big loss, Fa Ming became more cautious, and did not dare to make a move. He stared at the opposite bank, with his Zen staff raised in front of him, forming a mudra with one hand, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

There was no answer, and no one appeared.

"Old Na Jinshan Temple Faming, but offended Your Excellency?"

Still no answer, only the rush of water and the sound of birdsong.

Fa Ming froze, and looked at it for a while, looking at the place where the light and shadow were distorted, and the dust and smoke fell to the ground, and he had completely calmed down.

After thinking about it, he made seven or eight handprints in a row, his eyes were shining brightly, and after looking at it for a while, he finally didn't dare to cross the river to investigate, turned around and left like flying up the mountain.

Chapter 462 Jinshan Surge, Dragon Pool and Tiger Den

The wind was blowing under Faming's feet, and he straddled tens of feet in one step, as if shrinking the ground into an inch. After only three quarters of an hour, he arrived at Jinshan Temple.