Fu Tang

Taking advantage of the dim light, Shi Xueting finally saw clearly that the dozen or so monks with hairy chestnut heads who were locked in the same cell with him were his long-lost masters, uncles, brothers and sisters.

Shi Xueting opened his mouth, showing a rare expression of bewilderment, he never expected to meet here again.

It's really... a fate.

It was his master, Shi Qingsong, who just opened his mouth to scold him.

Shi Qingsong took a closer look and found that Shi Xueting's face was quite weathered, so he knew that this apprentice had had a hard time escaping, so he sighed and said: "Amitabha, it doesn't matter, since God's will is so, how can we go against the sky? ? It's a pity that the Tang royal family passed on..."

Shi Xueting finally came to his senses at this time, suppressed the joy of seeing the teacher for the first time, and said in a low voice: "Master, don't worry, Zhao Kuangyin still doesn't know my true identity."

Shi Yanlie, Shi Qingsong's younger brother, couldn't help but whisper: "What? Then why were you arrested?"

"It's a long story." Shi Xueting looked around and found that the jailer was not here, so he explained in a low voice what happened after he was separated from the crowd.

Of course, he didn't say anything about what happened when he first met Li Congjia.

His master, uncle, and brothers and sisters will certainly not look down on him because of this matter, but may blame themselves.

Shi Xueting finished the matter in a few words. He definitely did not hide anything from the teacher, but he was a little sorry for Li Congjia. After all, such things as men disguised as women... really hurt His Royal Highness Zheng's dignity.

After Shi Qingsong heard about their colorful life in flight, he came to a conclusion: "This kid can bend and stretch, he is definitely not something in the pool!"

Shi Xueting opened his mouth and silently swallowed his objection.

Although from the appearance point of view, Li Congjia today is quite different from when he first met him. At that time, Li Congjia's face was full of dangers hidden in his wealth, but now, although the crisis is still there, he will not go to ruin.

It's just that whether Shi Qingsong deserves the evaluation, Shi Xueting thinks it's better to observe again.

Shi Qingsong said: "Since Zhao Kuangyin doesn't know your real identity, you still have a chance to go out! That's great!"

Shi Xueting immediately asked: "Where's Master and Uncle?"

Shi Yanlie smiled lowly: "Zhao Kuangyin won't let us go. Almost everyone in Dazhou knows that we have a treasure map in our hands. Before we get it, he can't let us go."

Shi Xueting gritted his teeth: "No, let's go together!"

"Stop messing around!" Shi Qingsong coughed twice after finishing speaking.

The big apprentice Shi Xuehe next to him said in a low voice: "Seventh Junior Brother, the only one who has the hope of escaping now is you, for the sake of the Great Tang Chuanzuo, you have to do it if you can't!"

Shi Xueting gritted his teeth tightly. In his heart, that bullshit treasure is far less important than his teacher!The Tang Dynasty has been dead for almost 50 years, and the masters of this land have changed in turn. How easy is it to restore the country?

But he can't say, he knows that their branch is inherited from the Shaolin monks who once protected Taizong, and they have always taken it as their duty to protect the royal family, otherwise he would have died in nowhere.

Seeing Shi Xueting's sad expression, Shi Qingsong said with a smile: "Idiot, birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, it's useless for you to study Buddhism for many years, why can't you see it?"

Shi Xueting shook his head, he really couldn't see it, if he died, he was gone, and he would never see it again, how could he see it?

As Li Congjia once said, he has never cut off his emotions and desires.

Shi Yanlie said in a low voice: "My good boy, it's too dangerous for you to carry this secret alone, but fortunately, you have come into contact with the Southern Tang royal family now, if you think they are reliable, then hand over the treasure to them, you alone... ...How about restoring the country?"

Shi Xuehe couldn't help but said: "Prince Wu's heir did not stay in the past, whether the Southern Tang blood is really a royal family is still open to question!"

Shi Qingsong sighed: "Yes, but now...blood is not the most important thing, as long as they still regard the Li and Tang royal family as Zhengshuo, even if they don't have royal blood, they can only be them."

Shi Xuehe looked gloomy and stopped talking.

Shi Xueting took a deep breath, forcing back the heat in his eyes.

He didn't cry when he was alone in exile, and he didn't cry when he was caught and subjected to all kinds of humiliation, but now these people closest to him may die, even just thinking about it makes him feel broken.

These days, Shi Xueting has been relying on a belief to support himself, that is to save people, if it is not such a belief, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on.

Shi Xueting managed to calm down and said: "Master and uncle don't have to be too pessimistic. The king has never come in. I must have started to think of ways to rescue the disciples at this time, and we will be able to rescue everyone by then!"

Shi Yanlie looked at him with some doubts: "That His Royal Highness Zheng Wang you mentioned? I heard that he has a good literary talent, and I have read his poems. It is indeed not bad, but judging from his poems, this person is quite weak. If he can prevent himself from being caught by Zhao Kuangyin, that would be good, saving people... I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Shi Xueting bit the bullet and said: "Your Majesty... has come back from the dead, his temperament has changed drastically, and he is quite different from before. He is also quick-witted, and he must have a solution."

To be honest, he didn't have the confidence to say this, because even he couldn't think of how to break the current situation.

Of course, what he was more worried about was that Zhao Kuangyin snatched Li Congjia back. When he wanted something, he found that the other party had everything he had, and that would be troublesome.

But now, either they get out of prison, or they can only count on Li Congjia.

And Li Congjia, whom he had placed high hopes on, had already packed his things and started to run away.

Of course, it is not easy to escape, there are guards outside the door, outside the window... because they live on the second floor, there are guards under the windows, even the entrance of the inn is blocked!

If Li Congjia wants to run, he must break through these three lines of defense, and the most important thing is to break into the prison and rescue people!

The difficulty is not so high, Li Congjia finally thought of an old method: set fire!

After all, he has a familiar hand here. Li Congjia told Yang Xin roughly where the fire should be set, and Yang Xin was very smart, so he remembered it right away.

However, the prerequisite for being able to set fire is that Yang Xin can go out.

Li Congjia hid behind the screen in the room and asked Yang Xin to go out alone to try, but found that the people at the door did not stop Yang Xin at all.

Maybe he thought this child was not threatening, or maybe Zhao Kuangyin only told them to be optimistic about Li Congjia.

It has to be said that this gave Li Congjia an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Yang Xin went out for a stroll and then came back, and went out again at night on the grounds of eating.

What Li Congjia ate was brought in by others. Anyway, he couldn't get out of this room except this one-acre area.

The guards were relieved to see that Li Congjia didn't make trouble, ate quietly, and didn't go on a hunger strike, thinking that this beauty should have resigned to her fate.

After all the leftovers were taken away, Li Congjia immediately washed off the makeup on his face, changed back into men's clothes, and put the stool in the room in front of the door.

After doing all this, he waited quietly with his luggage in his arms—this time he would not run away without his luggage even if he died!

At three o'clock in the morning, the sky was already dark, and when the appointed time came, the flames burst into the sky outside.

The author has something to say: Here is an explanation of the problem that monks have the same seniority and different character generations. The real ranking of Shaolin Temple according to character generation appeared in the Yuan Dynasty. In the Tang Dynasty, Dharma names should be more arbitrary, and there is no strict character. Generational restrictions.