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It's just that many of the servants were extra careful in doing things, fearing that something would happen, they got themselves into the fire of their masters and lost their lives immediately.

Yin Wenjiao's face was as white as snow, standing under the sun, she didn't feel the heat at all, she glanced at the two maids who were secretly wiping away her sweat, waved them back, and then raised her head to look at Yang Lin.

"Master, do you think the monk will treat Xiaobao badly, will he abuse him? What if he is hungry?"

"No, Bodhisattvas don't send their sons to be abused by monks. Not only will Monk Faming not treat the little guy badly, but he will also offer it as an ancestor."

Yang Lin smiled wryly. Apart from a wry smile, he basically didn't know what expression to use to face Yin Wenjiao.

Monk Fa Ming would not abuse little Tang Seng.

However, he will be raised as a pig.

Look, what does Tang Seng look like as an adult?

Except for the Buddhist classics, the interpretation of the classics, and other things, it is almost impossible to understand.

He neither understands the human heart nor the world.

It's too pedantic to believe.

The most frightening thing is that Tang Monk has become a fanatic of the Buddha...

It can be imagined that since he was very young, he has been completely brainwashed, and there is no room for anything else in his mind, only the Buddha, only the precepts...

"Don't let him raise it, okay? Let's raise it ourselves. There are no women in the temple. How can those rough-handed guys know how to take care of children?"

Yin Wenjiao said sadly.

She regretted it.

Yes.

I started to regret it before I came back that day.

I regret throwing my child into the river.

Of course, it was from the moment she found out that Yang Lin didn't murder the child.

It was also the moment when Yang Lin told her the truth.

"What kind of crime did I do? I threw the child away."

Every time she thinks about this, she feels pain in her heart.

For some reason, she thought of throwing the child away as if a ghost was obsessed those days.

"Actually, even if you don't throw it away, someone may steal the child away one day, and it will be even more uncomfortable at that time."

Yang Lin's face was indifferent, but his voice seemed a little cold.

"If you think about it, you know, ordinary people can make the Bodhisattva go out in person, and the Antarctic fairy also follow and protect? You can't keep the child, and I can't keep it either."

"Master, you are so strong, who can steal our little treasure?"

Yin Wenjiao calmed down a little, and let out a long breath, showing hatred on her face.

"Who else, if forced to stay, monk Faming, or those monks of Jinshan Temple, will come to seek.

No matter what means these people use, I am not afraid, but what if Bodhisattva and Xianweng do it themselves? "

Don't say this kind of thing can't happen.

It is entirely possible that it will happen, no matter how strong he is, his two fists are no match for four hands, and the gods and Buddhas all over the sky will come out. I don't know anymore.

"As it is now, at least I can still know where he is, and I can go to see him from time to time. When he is a little older and can run out of Jinshan Temple by himself, I can take you to see him."

"Damn Faming."

Yin Wenjiao seemed to have figured it out, she gritted her teeth.

She was originally smart, well-versed in books and rationale, knew how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, even a female celebrity, and even practiced martial arts.

Not an ignorant woman.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that I really couldn't keep the child.

The opponent's identity is too high, and the strength is too strong.

The scheming people come silently, and it is difficult to prevent and hide.

I sank into it step by step, throwing the child away on my own, without even a little bit of suspicion.

"Can you kill him?"

Yin Wenjiao didn't even dare to think of not being able to take revenge on Bodhisattvas and Immortals.

However, she hated Monk Faming, the person who presided over it, and she felt uncomfortable seeing him raising her own children.

Like a bone stem in the throat.

Chapter 470 Pretending to be fake

"It's okay to kill. I suspect that the monsters have resurfaced in Jiangzhou during this period, and there have been many strange things. I'm afraid it has something to do with Jinshan Temple."

When Qi Yuan's avatar killed the wolf demon, he felt the black evil spirit, although it dissipated quickly, it did not leave a trace.

However, Yang Lin still sensed that the fighting and killing aura at the bottom of the abyss hell had an indomitable and bloodthirsty taste.

Obviously, this is not the power that should exist in the human world. The most likely one that fits the nature of this power is the Asura of Hell.

Buddhism and Taoism are currently promoting Westward Journey together. According to the legends that Yang Lin has heard, there is no sign of Asura's power invading the mortal world.

And if his memory is correct, it seems that there is an Asura in the Buddhist power.

Among the six paths of reincarnation, there is the path of Asura.

Of course, suspicion is just suspicion, he has no evidence.

But sometimes, just having doubts in your heart is enough.

He turned his head and sighed, "A-Jiao, if Monk Faming treats Xiaobao well, do you still want to kill him?"

"I don't trust him."

Yin Wenjiao shook her head.

"If it is true as you said, the monks are playing a big game of chess, and Xiaobao is the key figure in the future, then the monk will definitely train him to become a believer who wholeheartedly serves the Buddha, and he will suffer a lot."

"understood."

Yang Lin nodded.

Yin Wenjiao, who has not been affected by her emotions and thinking, is actually very calm. This may be the reason why she can keep her face for 18 years until the day when little Tang Seng takes revenge.

Maybe she wanted to wait for a result, maybe she wanted to see the child again.

Because of this calm and stoic character, she can see more clearly.

Thus, a little doubt in Yang Lin's heart was solved.

Perhaps in the eyes of the world, Tang Seng's ability to grow up is of course the credit of Jinshan Temple. He can become an eminent monk and a great virtue, and he is even more grateful for Jinshan Temple's earnest teachings.

But from the perspective of a mother, she taught her child to be a clay puppet and a papaya, a tool person without self-thought.

no joy, no joy...

This kind of child should be pitiful.

Thinking of this, Yang Lin looked in the direction of Jinshan Temple and said calmly: "Don't worry, A-Jiao, although I can't break the Buddhist scheme, I can't go to Jinshan Temple to do something, but the old monk always has to go out.

As a Buddhist sage in the world, he enjoys a great reputation, and someone or something will always come to him. When the time comes, he will help our little treasure and change his master. "

It was with great difficulty that Yin Wenjiao was appeased, her will to die faded, and she regained some hope for life.

Yang Lin turned around and came to the main hall.

As soon as he sat down, the butler hurried over to report.

"Master, there is someone outside the door offering a greeting card, it's..."

"Wei Wuji is the new Zhou Sima? Let him come in."

Yang Lin chuckled lightly.

His spiritual thoughts enveloped the whole city, and the closer he was to the governor's mansion, the more detailed and real it became.

Wei Wuji was still far away, and he had already spotted him.

However, the attitude of the other party is a bit strange.

"My subordinate Wei Wuji has met the governor."

Wei Wuji cupped his hands gracefully, with an elegant demeanor and a slight smile in his eyes.

"Please."

Yang Lin didn't take it seriously at all, and said with a smile: "Master Wei is here for the first time, and he has traveled all the way. In fact, there is no need to rush to see the Shangguan. It is better to go to Sima Mansion to rest for two days."

"Thank you, Lord Inspector, for your care. When I was in Chang'an, I heard about it. It is very difficult for my lord to support myself in Jiangzhou. Therefore, I am traveling day and night, thinking that I will come here as soon as possible to share the worries of the Holy One. , and also help adults."

This speaks volumes.

Yang Lin secretly admired.

Shaking his head secretly in his heart, he understood what the other party was here for.

They are here to seize power.

I'm on my own, of course it's true, it's hard, and that's pure fart.

With which eye do you see that it is difficult for me.

A piece of peaceful weather, can't you see it at all?

"That's right, Jiangzhou demons are killing and suppressing endlessly, one after another, this officer is suffering from a severe headache, Mr. Wei should have many masters under his command, how about... also come out one after another Divide your strength?"

Yang Lin asked tentatively.

Wei Wuji was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Yang Lin to be so easy-going, his eyes flashed, and he shook his head: "You can't kill demons, the lower officials can't do it, the imperial court has a demon-killing division here, and Cheng Changfeng, a branch of this place, is also a capable My lord, you can have a good discussion with him."

Originally, killing demons was also a good reason to intervene in Jiangzhou's military affairs. As long as you participate, many things will be easy to handle.

It can also be found out what kind of plans this "Chen governor" has.

However, Wei Wuji was from a famous family and was very well-informed. He vaguely guessed that the reason for the frequent chaos in the world and the endless suppression of demons was that he might accidentally fall into the quagmire.

So, without even thinking about it, I refused.

"If you can't do demon killing, then you shouldn't be very good at eliminating ghosts. How about this? Wei Sima takes over Jiangzhou's education and farming affairs.

Some time ago, due to the chaos of demons and panic, many students fled. Even the students who stayed in the state capital missed a lot of homework. resolve this matter.

In addition, food is the most important thing for the people, and farming is even more difficult to deal with.Most of the farmland outside the city has been abandoned. To reassure the people and encourage the people to open up wasteland and grow food, ordinary people are not competent. Why not hand it over to Wei Sima. "

These two matters were originally assigned by Chen Lin, the long history of Yang Lin himself, who was the former Sima of Jiangzhou who was promoted to be in charge. At this time, Wei Wuji's brains were thrown to Wei Wuji, which must have satisfied him.

"It's so good, thank you for your love."

The position of Sima is sometimes a casual job, and sometimes it is a real job. Although the grade is very high, whether he can make a name for himself depends on whether the chief official of a state delegates power.

Of course, here in Jiangzhou, Yang Lin naturally doesn't care about delegating power, his ambition is not here.

If Wei Wuji did a good job in both education and farming, he would even be happy.

This means that the merits he can obtain will be even more.

But obviously, Wei Sima didn't just want to do some practical things and gain some official reputation.

He has more things on his mind.

"Master Inspector, I have a proposal, I don't know if I should say it or not?"

"Let's talk about it. I don't pay much attention here. I don't say that I follow the good advice. As long as it makes sense, I will accept it."

He almost forgot that this old man is a loyal minister who loves to give advice and give face-to-face advice.

And Wei Wuji himself, having stayed in Yushitai for three years, presumably, the ability to pick faults is naturally strong.

Whatever he says, I will lose if I obey.

Wei Wuji shook his folding fan and smiled meaningfully: "After I entered the city, I found that in Jiangzhou, Lord Inspector has a very high reputation. I even heard that every household has a portrait of him hanging on it every day. Burning incense and worshiping here is like worshiping gods, I wonder if this is true?"

Chapter 471 Hidden action, the poor dagger appears