It is said that if you hang a portrait of a person in your room, you must be your loved one...... Although it was covered by Zhuang Jing with another painting, it seemed that he loved it deeply. I saw Zhuang Jing staring at Yao Guangxiao's eyes, but the light from his eyes was hateful......

After a long time, I only heard his voice say in a low voice: "Twelve years, it's time to make an understanding ......" and then retracted his gaze and looked at the yellow calendar hanging on the wall on the other side......

Jinling has been the center of Jiangnan since ancient times, since Zhu Yuanzhang set the capital of Jinling, moved 100,000 wealthy families from Jiangsu and Zhejiang to live in Beijing, but also pushed the prosperity of the city to Lin'an, Kaifeng, comparable to the Song Dynasty, far more than the Han and Tang Dynasties, Chang'an, Luoyang Cheng dù.

No matter what day it is, the capital is always full of people, that all over the city's street markets, it is pedestrians rubbing shoulders one after another, shop signs are like a forest, take a closer look, what 'cloth shop exchange', 'Yonghe cloth village', 'net towel hair', 'shoes and boots old shop', 'bow and arrow helmet', 'best official belt', 'famous tea hair', 'hair exchange official swallow', 'Zaozhuang', 'ancient and modern calligraphy and painting', 'Yangzhai geography', 'bathhouse' and so on signboards, can be described as 360 lines, everything.

It's just that in the past, there was a peaceful atmosphere of treasure and peace and happiness for the people, but now it has become a little weird...... Although the shops are open as usual, business is going on as usual, and the people are still doing what they should do, both the merchants and the patrol officials have nervous and worried expressions on their faces. In addition to simple greetings and business when people meet, they dare not have a word of small talk. The truth has the meaning of 'road to the eye'.

This is because since Xu Zhenren was kidnapped, the capital has entered a state of martial law, and as long as the government suspects that you are 'suspicious', you can be directly arrested. Later, Xu Zhenren returned safely, and the people thought that they could finally be freed, but instead of lifting the martial law, there was a tendency to become stricter and stricter......

Seeing that the people around him didn't know what they said, they were directly arrested by the official and never let back, the people were silent one by one, only daring to eat, sleep, and do things honestly, and no longer dared to talk about what big changes were happening in the capital, and what great changes were going to happen!

As a result, Jinling, the capital of the Ming Dynasty, has really become a 'Qingming Riverside Map' that only sees its shape and does not hear its sound. It's like this noodle jar where a lot of diners sit down, in the past, it must be full of people, and many people talk loudly, and everyone either agrees or helps or opposes, or listens to the excitement while eating. Now they are all eating noodles with their heads down, and even if they speak, they try to keep their voices low, trying not to let the third person hear.

At this time, a fortune teller walking through the streets walked in, and everyone just looked up at him, then lowered their heads and ate noodles and ignored them. The fortune teller picked up an empty table in the corner and sat down, asked for a pot of tea, a bowl of cabbage noodles, and a plate of cold vegetables, and closed his eyes there to recuperate. After a while, someone came over, and the fortune teller seemed to think that the store was serving the food, and when he opened his eyes, he was about to speak, but he saw that it was a little monk wearing a hat and stepping on mango shoes.

"Amitabha, can the donor sit down?" The little monk said softly.

The fortune teller looked at him, paused and nodded reluctantly, as if we didn't know each other very well.

The little monk didn't care, took off his hat and sat down next to him, ordered only a cup of tea and a bowl of noodles from the shopkeeper, and sat there in a daze at the teacup. When the noodles came, both of them picked up their chopsticks and ate the noodles slowly.

Looking at it from a distance, the two seemed to eat their own food, and it had nothing to do with each other. But if you stick it in front of the two of them, you will find that their lips are moving, and in addition to eating noodles, they are still talking in an undetectable voice......

"There's a guy in the temple." The little monk said softly: "It seems to be that Wang Xian." ”

"Are you sure?" The fortune teller was so excited that he accidentally shook his hand and splashed the noodle soup on the placket of his clothes. The shopkeeper hurried over to help him clean up, but the fortune teller frowned and waved his hand. The shopkeeper was frightened into a stake by the terrifying aura of this occasional appearance.

His eyes swept over the stall, and he saw that the diners were eating noodles with their heads bowed, and no one noticed his gaffe, so the fortune teller stopped caring about them, turned to the little monk, and said in a low voice: "This matter is very important, and there is no room for error." ”

"It should be right," the little monk whispered: "That person came to the temple on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I have seen him twice before, and I am very familiar with him with my heart and heart, and I call him 'junior brother'." By the way, when he came that day, it was breakfast time, and it was the meal he brought to the old monk. ”

"Hmm." The fortune teller pondered for a moment and said: "This can only show that this person must have something to do with the old monk, but there are many apprentices of the old monk...... ”

"Oh, there is another evidence, that is, the little monk from Mongolia in the temple, Yi Nian, saw him and fought with him, but when he turned around, he saved Yi Nian from the precept hall." The little monk said softly: "I don't know what method he used, as soon as he came out of the precept hall, he changed his sex, not only began to call him master, but also moved to his room, ate and lived with him, and helped him run errands and chores......"

Where the little monk is is in no detail and chatter, but the fortune teller has already determined that the person in Qingshou Temple is Wang Xian! Because he knew that the monk was the grandson of Mahamu brought back from Mobei by Wang Xian, and the two were in a master-apprentice relationship!

"And then the old monk let him stay?" The fortune teller asked tightly, "What agreement did they come to between them?" ”

"I don't know this, the strict-hearted monk is too terrible, whoever dares to inquire about the old monk will be killed directly." The little monk shook his head and said, "I only know that after he saw the old monk, he was ordained a monk......

"Poof......" The fortune teller squirted out a mouthful of water, his eyes widened. He never expected that Wang Xian would become a monk...... Thinking of the young man who was flying and domineering, with his black hair shaved and turned into a little bald donkey like the monk in front of him, the fortune teller was stunned and almost burst into laughter.

"And ...... The old monk asked him to practice the meditation of closing his mouth. The little monk whispered: "He said that as long as he said a word, he would cut off his relationship and drive him out of the temple." ”

"Aha." The fortune teller put his mind at ease and said with a smile: "That's right, I said how did the old monk change his sex." He knew both Wang Xian and Dao Yan very well, and guessed that it should be the former who wanted to stay, and the latter because of his status as a master and apprentice, so it was not easy to drive him out directly, so he wanted to scare him away on the condition that he could stay after shaving his degree first. This trick is very vicious, because the so-called 'parents who suffer from the hair and skin of the body are not damaged in the slightest', but Wang Xian is even more ruthless, and he really shaved it...... Just thinking that this will make the old monk helpless, it is too stupid and naïve, the old monk casually 'closed his mouth Zen', he turned him into a dumb person, not letting him talk nonsense with himself anymore, and not letting him use his own banner to persuade others.

"He met with Gu Xingzu?" The fortune teller asked in a low voice.

"Yes." The little monk nodded and said, "I came with Gu Xingzu that day, and Zhang Hui, the younger brother of the British Duke. ”

"Who else has he seen?" The fortune teller said.

"I've only seen anyone once, and that was the day after he first came," the little monk whispered, "but I was chopping wood in the back and didn't see it." It was only at night that he heard Xinci and Xinyan reprimand him there, saying that he would throw him out when he saw someone again, that he knew that he had seen someone during the day. Saying that, he sighed and said, "The monks in the temple are very vigilant, and I don't dare to inquire about ......."

"Hmm." The fortune teller didn't care about this, there were no three or five pilgrims in Qingshou Temple a day, as long as he checked who had entered Qingshou Temple that day. "That Beizhen Fusi is very powerful, in order not to startle the snake, don't act rashly when you go back, as long as that person doesn't leave Qingshou Temple, don't come out again."

"Yes." The little monk nodded.

"You eat slowly, I'll go first." The fortune teller took out a few copper plates, threw them on the table, and then picked up the guise of 'iron mouth straight off', and floated away......

Not to mention that the little monk continued to eat noodles, but that the fortune teller left the noodle stall and walked the streets to solicit business. Helplessly, most people don't want to do much at this time, the business can be light out of the bird, the fortune teller turns around and no one cares, and finally he disappears after turning around......

The fortune teller entered an unobtrusive courtyard, and as soon as he entered, a glittering sword rested around his neck.

The fortune teller obviously knew what kind of treatment he would receive, and he didn't panic at all, but just sneered: "This is your hospitality? ”

"Humph!" The owner of the sword, a tall young man in his twenties with a leopard's head and eyes, said with a look of hatred: "Dog thief, you are also worthy of being called a guest!" ”

"Jizong, don't be rude!" A middle-aged man who looked similar to the young man, but was more dignified and calm, scolded loudly: "Don't you apologize to Lord Zhuang quickly!" ”

"Third uncle, I don't!" The young man called Jizong stubbornly raised his head. "This ......"

"Bastard!" Everyone didn't see the middle-aged man's movements, and they felt a flower in front of them, and the Jizong ate him with a heavy kick in the chest, flew out sideways, and hit the wall hard, and when he landed on the dust, he had already fainted when he fell to the ground.

"Oh, General Chang, why bother." The fortune teller is naturally Zhuang Jing Zhuang Master, but at this time he pretended to be a good person, "Young people are not sensible, just talk about it, and there is no need to be so heavy." ”

"That's not it. Our master's life depends on Mr., and we must not collide! I'm really sorry that the discipline is not strict. After speaking, he really took a deep look at the other party.

Zhuang Jing hurriedly dodged, and he didn't even dare to say that he didn't dare.