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

The distribution of monks' Taoism certificates all over the world belongs to the Ministry of Rites.After the 35th year of Qingyuan, because there were too many monks shaving themselves in temples all over the country, a department of Duyi was added under the Ministry of Rites to take charge of this matter.

Yan Guo has always been respectful to the Buddha, and those who hold a degree certificate will be exempted from slave labor by the government.Therefore, the number of people racking their brains to squeeze into the black plume is increasing day by day.In order to solve the problem of short supply of Dudu, the Ministry of Rites proposed to postpone the issuance of Dudu once every three years to every six years, and monks from all over the world must come to Beijing to pass the exam before they can receive Dudu.

The content of the test is nothing more than Buddhist precepts and Bodhi scriptures, which are uniformly approved and adjudicated by the Department of Duyi.The two papers that Feng Lindou produced were the answer sheets of newly registered monks in Pujue Temple this year.

Emperor Longkang turned cold when he saw it: "How dare you put this kind of muddleheaded fish in troubled waters into Pujue Temple?!"

The Minister of the Ministry of Rites did not dare to be negligent, and hastily stepped forward, saying perfunctorily: "Perhaps the subordinates are not careful in their work, and it is unknown if they missed it when judging the papers. The sage calm down!"

"Missing?" Feng Lin stared coldly, "Among the [-] answer sheets of the new judgment issued by the Duyi Division, there are many nonsense like this. Some of them are too outrageous, so we won't show them in the Jinluan Hall, so as not to teach people to say a lot Dayan and Weiwei Pujue don’t even have a serious understanding of Buddhism.”

How obedient Chen Li was, he immediately interjected: "So that's how it is. The Procuratorate received a letter from the Ministry of Rites two months ago, stating that the number of people who will be issued with certificates will be increased to 3000. The lower officials thought to themselves, the original 500 people are not enough. At least, no matter how many people yearn for conversion, it won’t be doubled. It’s all wasted here!”

Emperor Longkang's expression became more and more ugly, he dropped the answer sheet and shouted: "Where is the long history?!"

The two pieces of paper whirled and floated down the steps, but Shi, the chief of the department who had been named, seemed to be overwhelmed, and knelt down with a plop: "Saint, please forgive me..."

Emperor Longkang said angrily: "Say! What's going on?"

Chang Shi faltered, and Meng Dongqi broke out beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.He seemed to be unable to lift his head under the pressure of the emperor, but from the corner of his eye, he slid towards Gao Wujiu, who was sideways and forward, brushing the edge of the golden thread.

Feng Lin saw it, and walked up to him with his hands tucked in, with a smile that looked like he was covered with frost: "Mr. Ling, you still wear the Dushan chalcedony lotus lock sent by the Gaofu on the hundredth day of the last month?"

Chang Shi was shaking like a sieve, no need to ask any more questions, he kowtowed and vomited cleanly: "Yes, it's the second son, bring me a list and tell me to make accommodations one by one according to the above-"

"Which Second Young Master!" Feng Lin waved his sleeve and hit him on the bridge of the nose, sternly said: "Open your eyes and see clearly, who is your serious master!"

Chang Shi groaned, and said with a mournful face, "It's Gao Zheng."

As soon as these words came out, the hall became silent, and needles could be heard falling.

Gao Wujiu, who was at the top, didn't see any hesitation, and immediately kowtowed and confessed: "The old minister is not strict in governing the family, even if the evil son is involved in the sale of documents for personal gain, he should be punished for his crime. The old minister dare not cover it up, but please see the sage." For the sake of the Gao family's loyalty and goodness, I will be punished lightly."

The words are sincere, and I wish I could burst into tears in the next second.Feng Lin looked down at his prostrate figure, a sneer was about to overflow from his lips.

In this way, the determination of a strong man to cut his wrist is made, no wonder he can sit on the Diaoyutai for many years.You know, compared to other more serious crimes, the item of stealing and selling degree card is nothing.

Emperor Longkang's complexion did not improve, but he knew that if he continued to question him, there would be no results. Gao Wujiu's move broke the boat, but it was his own backhand who broke the boat.

His tone was dull, and he could only say: "Gao Zheng used power for personal gain, and intervened in the issuance of the certificate without authorization. For the first time, he was dismissed from the post of commander of Jinyiwei, and he was fined half a year as punishment."

This kind of punishment is not heavy, but it is not light.Removing Gao Zheng from the position of commanding the affairs meant that the Gao family's arm in Beizhen Fusi was broken.It took Gao Wujiu a long time to calm down his heartache, but he didn't know that there was another low voice in his ear.

"From this point of view, there is clearly another reason for the reclining Buddha's weeping blood. How should I settle the slander I received earlier?"

Gao Wujiu followed the prestige, but he saw Feng Lin's description was stern, and there was a ray of cold air between the bony teeth, shooting out like a cold arrow.In the blink of an eye, he was astonished and frustrated, and regretted that he should not have resorted to risky tactics in order to facilitate the marriage of Gao Wang's family. He thought he could take the opportunity to bring down Yan Wang, and at least he could use it as a shield, but he didn't think so. .

"What is Ah Lin's plan?" Emperor Longkang asked.

Feng Lin said: "As Mr. Gao said, if a minister's life is not good, he has a character of revenge. Since those who provoke the Buddha's anger should be severely punished, I ask the emperor to choose what is good, and treat everyone equally."

In this way, Gao Ge has been in the ups and downs for decades, and it is the first time he has experienced the feeling of being in a cocoon.

Gao Wujiu lost all face in an instant with the imperial decree ordering Gao Zheng to be grounded and hand-copied the "Nanhua Sutra" a thousand times; especially when he learned that the sage had ordered the Metropolitan Procuratorate to investigate the distribution of the 17-year annual edict, he was astonished. Next, after closing the door, Gao Wujiu started a fire at home, even smashing the blue and white fish and dragon pattern brush washer bestowed by the late emperor.

"You bastard! If you hadn't been obsessed with sex that day and had evil thoughts about those children in Pujue Temple, you wouldn't have let people use it to spread rumors and make trouble. How could our Gao family be here!"

Standing in the broken porcelain on the ground, panting like a bellows, he pointed at the silent second son opposite and said harshly: "The sage punished you to restrain your feet to copy the scriptures, and you will stay at home for me until the county lord marries in. During the period If there is even the slightest mistake, don't blame me for breaking your leg!"

Gao Zheng put his hands down in a polite manner, his fingertips curled up at the corners of his clothes, the back of his hands stretched out very thin veins, his face experienced several changes of light and dark, and finally returned to the calmness of stagnant water.

"My son knows."

Dismissal from office and copying scriptures are just scratching the surface. The knife Feng Lin really used to break Gao's confidantes was to investigate the old case.

There is a long veranda leading to the back hall of the Government Office of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. The two tucked railings are straight, and the sun is shining obliquely, and the yin and yang are well divided.

In the tranquility of the bright sky, the deep sound of the official's boots stepping on the ground is particularly ear-catching. "Master Chen, come to check the file, who is this?" Lang Guan who is in charge of the file, surnamed Meng, came out of the guard room with his hands stained with ink, and bowed.

Chen Li greeted him, and said with a smile: "The newly appointed disciplinary officer was ordered by the chief assistant to assist in the investigation of the case. Master is considerate, and knows that with the people of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, it is inevitable that he will not be able to catch up. The additional manpower is also to hope that Well done."

Everyone knew that Chen Li was Hu Jingzhai's half-student. Officer Meng Lang had no doubts about him, so he looked back and asked casually, "Yo, why are you still wearing a veil?"

"My hometown was plagued by bandits, and my face was injured by a machete. I was afraid of offending my holy face, so I only got a low-level job as a discipline officer. It's a pity." Chen Li replied.

Officer Meng Lang said "Oh", and when it was almost time to hand over the shift, he led Chen and Li to the duty room, complaining about the complicated affairs here.Chen Li did not respond to each other, but the person behind him was hidden under the veil and kept silent all the time.

When approaching the door, there were three or two barking sounds from inside the house, and the new discipline officer was stagnant, and unconsciously took a few steps back.

"Where did the dog come from?" Chen Li frowned slightly.

Officer Meng Lang scooped water from the copper vat to wash off the ink, and turned his head to answer: "A few days ago there were thieves in the yard, and I took them back to look after the house. It's such a big place, and the dignitaries who ask soldiers and horses have to take care of food and shelter." , there is no cheap dog stuff. The file is inside, so I won't go in, I've been seeing it for the past two days."

Official Meng Lang left, and Chen Li couldn't stay for long.The cabinet still had piles of tickets waiting to be issued. When he went, he tied the dog outside the house, turned around and told him: "Brother, if you have any questions, just send someone to ask me, don't imprison me."

It is true that he is another Hu Jingzhai with a worried appearance.

Apart from the veil, Cang Lang looked around the empty room.The seven sages carved bamboo screens, the first one is a large case of pear blossoms, and there is a small table with plum blossom style foreign lacquer next to the window. .

He and Xiao Wanshan stayed in this place when they were "watching politics at the first time", and lived there for several months. In their free time, they played a game of chess and discussed gains and losses in public.Looking at the snow in the corridor, drinking in the window, a well-known Qionghua wine in the capital contains two springs and autumns that go hand in hand with each other.

Memories came one after another, and Cang Lang let out a sigh as he stayed behind in the past.

With this sigh, the sky got late and the snow fell.

There were a few short barks of dogs outside the house, and Cang Lang's pen gesture froze, bleeding out two or three drops of light ink.He had received a message earlier that he knew that Hu Shoufu would come to the party tonight, but when it came time for the master and apprentice to meet, he felt a little timid about being close to his hometown.

However, it was not Hu Jingzhai who came in.

"How did you come?"

Feng Lin casually brushed off the remaining snow on his shoulders, and said, "It's snowing and the road is slippery. I've been waiting for my husband for a long time, so I'm here to look for it."

He leaned over naturally, and glanced at Cang Lang's hand: "How is the investigation?"

"There is indeed a problem with the Jizhou bandit case." Cang Lang simply put down his pen, pointed at the yellow scroll, and said, "The last time that group of horse thieves did something fierce was to rob and kill two monks from the 510 group of monks who preached scriptures in the north. The late emperor Outraged, I ordered the garrison of Jizhou to pay it within three days, and if there is any resistance, it will be executed immediately."

Feng Lin knew about this, and there was a great momentum in that settlement, the horse bandits on the eight hilltops of Jizhou were all executed, and the leader of the army was Gao Zheng.

He pondered and said: "If Yu Feirou's words are true, then Gao Zheng played two birds with one stone in the past, using the property carried by the monks to lure horse bandits to kill them with the help of knives. Then he used this as an excuse to send troops and earn military merit for himself. .Now there is only one question left."

Cang Lang turned his head and glanced at him.

Feng Lin moved closer, held Cang Lang's wrist, and pointed his fingers towards the Zhan Bao line: "Both the thief leader and the suffering master are dead. We have no evidence to prove that Gao Zheng has anything to do with this matter."

Canglang's brows are gathered slightly, and the corners of his lips are slightly drawn——

In the past, when Feng Lin couldn't answer the questions, he would always show such a dissatisfied expression.

"Think again."

Feng Lin's hand pinched on his fingertips slowly tightened, and suddenly loosened: "It's a ultimatum."

The group of monks is full of 510 well-known monks, and everyone has a certificate stamped with the official seal of the Ministry of Rites.However, in the records submitted to the Procuratorate afterwards, there was no mention of the whereabouts of the [-] second ultimatum.

Brows lightly stretched, Cang Lang smiled, and with a sudden twist of his wrist, he pressed Feng Lin's hand back and quickly slid to the list of murdered monks.

"What you just said is wrong. The remaining problems are not one, but two."

Cang Lang paused.

"In addition to confirming the whereabouts of Du Di, we also need to know how many children like Yu Xiaoxiang are still there, and Gao Zheng's real intention of letting them eavesdrop on the conversation of the pilgrims."

When he spoke, his neck was hanging down, the arc was protruding and beautiful, the crabapple flowers were shrouded in a halo, and the fat was firm and fragrant, and he was waiting for the wolf cub powerlessly.

Feng Lin withdrew his hands little by little, wrapped his arms around the narrow waist of the person in front of him, and pressed hard towards himself.The hot breath he exhaled moistened Cang Lang's ears and watered the flowers on the back of his neck.

"After the Jizhou banditry case was settled in 44 Qingyuan, hundreds of officials in the capital and Zhili were demoted or relocated for the same reason: their words and deeds were insignificant. The former emperor was always suspicious, but these officials were in private. Complaints, even Jin Yiwei didn't know, how did it reach the ears of the late emperor? I heard—"

Feng Lin licked her lips, and pressed a kiss on Huaxin forgetfully: "Xiao Wanshan was also the official who was dismissed that time. Mr. has never set foot in this room since then, right?"

Anger came to my heart, something turbulent and irresistible suddenly popped up in my lower abdomen.Cang Lang suddenly understood the jealousy behind his narrowness, but it was too late.

Desire is like a rising tide, densely overflowing to every place.The Canglang was beaten by the turbulent waves, and when it was about to fall, it was awakened by a messenger.

"Master Chief Assistant arrives—"

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Wolf Cub: Oh, Master is here!