Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

Behind the chaotic lights and shadows, Feng Lin's strategizing face emerged.He stepped into the cell empty-handed, behind Jin Yiwei's shining Xiuchun knife.

This was not the first time they had met, Wang Lang glanced down indifferently, his figure was vigorous and vigorous, without the slightest slump from being soaked in the smell of alcohol for a long time.

"The reclining Buddha is weeping blood, what a rare thing, young master, I have never seen the world when I first came to the capital, can't I open my eyes? You can control the sky and the earth, and if you can control the future of my royal family?"

The words were spoken in the style of the second generation ancestor, Yang Dazhi's face changed slightly, and Feng Lin had to show him with his eyes, so he didn't explode immediately.

"Look at the excitement, why do you need a white dragon fish suit, come at night?"

"The identity of the Dingxi General's Mansion is too ostentatious. If I try to hide it, I can't bear it if some people with ulterior motives get in front of the saint."

"Drugged the wine to stun the guards, why?"

"Brother Zhang is my father's old department. The sneaking in without a warrant has nothing to do with him. I'm afraid that some people will repeat the old tricks and frame the innocent."

Tit for tat, insinuating.

Feng Lin finally ran out of patience, and his eyes were filled with coldness.When the soldiers brought the chair, he lifted his robe and sat down, propping one arm on the armrest.

"You want to know the truth about the reclining Buddha's tears, so I will tell you what this king said, okay?"

Wang Lang clicked his eyelids and remained silent for a long time.

Feng Lin raised his voice to call "Yang Dazhi" and asked him to hold a red sandalwood box over, saying: "There are three water marbles in it, which are special products of the Buddhist kingdoms in the Western Regions. If they are soaked in sandalwood, they will condense into beads. When you leave, the beads will turn into water. Put the marbles in the hidden compartment under the Buddha's eyes, and the incense candle will burn out halfway, and the beads will naturally turn into water and seep out, staining the ocher pigment near the eyes, and it will become the street scene of that day. The blood and tears I saw."

The box opened, and huge and round pupils came into view.The disobedience on Wang Lang's face slowly faded away, replaced by a poorly disguised panic.

But he still insisted: "Xiguan is a land of extraordinary scenery, and it is normal to have such a treasure. Just based on this, it can be concluded that this matter has something to do with my young master. My lord, you are very happy to play the trick of blaming others."

He pointed the topic at the old case again, Feng Lin twitched the corner of his mouth, and suddenly raised his hand to throw a dart. The wooden box was broken into several petals in Yang Dazhi's hands, and the water marbles crackled on the mud floor of the warehouse, and a puff of water rose in an instant. A thin mist of smoke.

"It seems that you can't learn the principle of being cautious in words and deeds, come here."

Yang Dazhi stepped forward and held up the wind lantern, illuminating the golden handprints at the end of the eyes of the Buddha statue, and then took a few steps forward.Wang Lang instinctively crossed his arms to block, and the handle of Xiuchun hit his elbow with the head, making his arm go numb.Yang Dazhi saw the right moment, clasped his wrist, pushed his thumb up along the inner wrist, and turned it against the heel of his palm suddenly in front of the person.

The two pieces of gold are exactly the same.

Yang Dazhi said coldly: "There are quite a few people in Xiguan who have access to water marbles, but not many know that the reclining Buddha hides a hidden compartment. The water marbles will melt into water without the sandalwood. The rumors about the reclining Buddha appearing are self-defeating. Bingmasi will definitely come to take the remaining water marbles tonight. The key has been pre-applied with gold powder. Unexpectedly, the major general’s eagle eyes are also blind. "

When Wang Lang was outside the pass, he once led his troops alone to kill a battalion of Biansha iron cavalry.Now in the capital, his ability is tightly bound by the shackles called "rules", and he can't even carry the Xiuchun knife without its sheath.

He suddenly felt extremely frustrated, and his slightly curled fingers seemed to crush the shame of this moment, and suddenly shouted: "Yes, I did it. I just don't want the surname Gao to marry my sister, what's the matter!"

"The crime of deceiving the emperor," Feng Lin picked up the dart and polished it with suede leather. He said in a calm manner, "what do you think will happen?"

Wang Lang's complexion changed suddenly.

Grasping the rhythm, Feng Lin said again: "If it's just a political marriage for food, you can stop it. But Gao Zheng once saved your sister when he was in Jizhou, and marrying him was originally a matter of the county lord's will. Your siblings are deeply affectionate, so you have no reason to make trouble at this time."

What is the picture?

Wang Lang's nostrils flared, and there were blue veins floating on his forehead. He said bitterly for a long time, "It's my sister who is insane and misidentified her husband. Gao Zheng looks hot-hearted, but in fact he is a sanctimonious beast. That's all, he He..." Wang Lang said, as if it was extremely difficult to speak, with a deep disgust gathering between his brows, "He clearly doesn't like women, he is an out-and-out slut, tell me, how can my sister marry such a woman? people?!"

Hearing the word "broken sleeve" behind him, Yang Dazhi couldn't help but look at Feng Lin, but he saw that the other party was thinking, and the focus was obviously on other things.

"Cheating the world, what do you mean?"

......

The lights of Bingmasi stayed on until late at night, Feng Lin didn't put the shackles on Wang Lang, and before letting him go, he suddenly asked, "Since you are not a good man, why didn't you tell the county magistrate the truth?"

Wang Lang had already passed by, but when he heard this, he paused and said quietly without turning his head: "Compared to being resented by my sister, I am more afraid of her being sad. Every day outside the customs is very bitter, and the longing for that person is her. The last bit of sweetness."

I don't know which sentence touched my heartstrings, Feng Lin nodded slightly, and said to him in front of the candlelight: "Jin Yiwei's sword is good at catching birds in cages, if you leave the cage of the capital, you are a wolf outside the pass, and the blade can't do anything to you cent."

Wang Lang looked back and cast a strange look, but he didn't know how much he understood.

After everyone dispersed, Feng Lin moved to the hut next door.The wall between the two rooms is hollow, and there are small holes drilled in the wall. Everything that happened here, Cang Lang should know everything else.

"Do you believe what Wang Lang said?"

Canglang's snow-white cheeks were covered with fleece collars, and when they were itchy, he raised his hand and brushed them away. He lowered his arms and said: "People's hearts are ghosts and ghosts, gods and Buddhas are unpredictable, and high-mindedness is not a good match. I knew it early in the morning. But I only What is unexpected is that the Gao family went so far, that even Pujue Temple could be turned into a den of sexual pleasure by them."

Pujue Temple is a royal temple bestowed by the ancestor Yan Taiji himself. It flourished in the Qingyuan Dynasty and had a high prestige among Dayan believers.

When the first emperor was alive, because he loved the current emperor's mother, Gao Guifei, he authorized Gao's tablet to be in charge of Pujue Temple, where it was enshrined by the people.On her birthday, she was rewarded with more than [-] acres of nearby good farmland. Over the years, the temple gradually became the private property of the Gao family.

According to Wang Lang, Gao's father and son have not only amassed wealth in the name of preaching, Gao Zheng, who has a habit of cutting sleeves, has even secretly raised young people under the banner of recruiting monks, turning the land of Buddhism into his own. Pipamen Alley where you have fun with a group of stubborn young people in the capital.

Feng Lin thought for a while, and asked: "Sir told me to let Wang Lang go, do you want to use his mouth to expose this matter?"

"No," Cang Lang shook his head, a moment later, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Don't you think that Gao Zheng raising a young lady in a Buddhist temple is not just for fun?"

Feng Lin was thoughtful.

Reminiscent of the Jizhou case files that he checked two days ago, Cang Lang always had a premonition that Gao's father and son were playing a big game of chess these years.

"As a fledgling boy, he is the end of the investigation here, and going forward is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. If you don't take him, you will make this matter a big mess. I once told you that you can't talk about strange power and chaos. Believe it to the fullest, and today I will add another sentence, you must not believe in the theory of strange powers and chaotic gods."

When Cang Lang spoke, his Adam's apple would slide, as cunning as a fish.Feng Lin stared at that point calmly, remembering how her husband raised his neck when he couldn't help himself, even though they were separated by thousands of loves and hates, they still exposed their fragility unscrupulously at certain moments.

Feng Lin thought of many pictures, but his expression was still innocent, and he didn't reveal anything.He unconsciously twirled the hundred-foot beacon between his fingers, like an unknown game, and said humbly: "Please enlighten me, sir."

The snow like salt grains hit the window lattice, knocking the conversation in the room to pieces.In the howling cold wind, the words "Jizhou Bandit Case", "Monk Killed" and "Du Die's whereabouts are unknown" appeared and disappeared.After a strong storm passed, Cang Lang's eloquence stopped abruptly, and his tone became solemn.

"When I was looking through the file that day, I happened to see a name. I think you are familiar with it."

Feng Lin had already noticed something, but before his husband made a statement, his face remained unchanged, as if he was listening attentively.

"Yu's Saburo, whose baby name was Xiaoxiang, was once a nobleman in the Xiangguguan in Jizhou. After being redeemed, he was shaved and became a monk. He was humiliated to death in the banditry. He was only 13 years old. His relationship with Yu Feirou , don’t I need to say more?”

Almost at the same moment, the room without the burning charcoal basin was surprisingly cold, and icicles formed under the eaves, like a sharp sword hanging upside down.The embroidered handkerchief wiped the tablet, and the gaze that fell on it was colder than ice and sharper than a sword.

The younger brother Yu's Xiaoxiang is in the position.

Yu Feirou changed into a strong attire, and her slender and slender back also looked like a soft sword with a restrained edge.She has been bent like a hook for many years, and she changed her name. The original "Yurou" was not good, and she wanted to embed a word "non" in it, reminding herself that although she looks like a weak willow, in essence, she and Feng Lin are the same. The same, they are all swords tempered by hatred.

A sword that can kill someone tonight.