A steady drizzle was falling outside the carved windows, and the rainwater fell from the eaves, like a string of pearls scattered on the ground. There is a handsome monk lying on the bed to the west of the window. He frowned and murmured, unable to hear clearly what he was saying. Suddenly he sat up in shock, with beads of sweat hanging on his forehead.
The monk composed himself and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Seeing that I had changed into a clean shirt, and even the tight-fitting trousers were new, my heart skipped a beat and I couldn't help but blush.
He reached out and touched the back of his head, thinking: "Could it be? Could it be that senior? This..." But then he thought something was wrong. Thinking of the mean look on the old woman's face when she spoke, she would never do such a thing as changing his clothes. If it wasn’t the old lady, who could it be?
While he was thinking, his eyes wandered to a round table in front of him. There is a yellow letter on the smooth table. Without thinking, Jade Shura quickly opened the quilt, walked to the table, reached for the envelope, tore open the cover, pulled out the pages, and unfolded them to read.
The person who wrote the letter had beautiful handwriting, and he wrote in the letter: "It is a pity that I heard the name of the master, and it was so fateful. However, in front of the Yama's stronghold, I was overjoyed to see the master's style.
Everyone calls the Master a demon, but I don't think so. The leader of the thieves kills innocent people in vain, shows no mercy and justice, and runs rampant in the world. He is the real demon. The Master is compassionate, conquers demons and defends the way. This behavior is no different from that of a Bodhisattva.
If all the chivalrous men in the world are like masters, plowing and sweeping holes, how can there be a place for these rats? Thinking about this, I feel extremely sad.
In the den of thieves, I originally intended to meet with the Master, but when I didn't meet with him, it caused trouble. The reason for this will be discussed another day.
The loot in the den of thieves has been taken by me. Master will not worry about such common things. If I take them, I don’t think you will be surprised.
The three characters Qingqiu Fox are written at the signature. After reading it, Jade Shura couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He has traveled around the world for many years and has never heard of the name "Qingqiu Fox".
The compliments in this man's letter were just a preparation for the last few words. To put it bluntly, I robbed your things, and I'm very sorry. If you follow the rules of the world, the other party will definitely get the good stuff. If he follows again, he will inevitably fall into other people's traps.
Thinking of this, Jade Shura said to himself: "What a trick for the mantis to catch the cicada, with the oriole behind. This woman is really good at calculating. It seems that her nickname is true."
Since her goal was that batch of red goods and the goods were already in hand, why would she put me to death? It's really puzzling. First you hurt me, and then you save me. What's the point?
Could it be? Could it be that someone else planted the explosives in the secret room? If so, it seems that I am not the only one who is interested in this Yama Village.
In addition to this Qingqiu Fox, there is another wave of people. Qingqiu Hu claimed that the thing was in her hand, which meant that another wave of people had been dismissed by her.
Now that without this batch of red goods from the King of Hell Village, all my plans may be in vain.
No, this matter is related to Brother Xiao's life, how can I give up so easily. Since this Qingqiu Fox sent me here, someone will always see her. Asking the shopkeeper here might be able to find out some clues. "After making up his mind, he put the letter in his arms, opened the door, and walked towards the stairs.
On the other side, Ah Yuan stood next to Bai Ruoxuan and poured her tea. Suddenly she said with a smile: "Young Master, if we robbed this monk's things, will the monk cause trouble for us?"
Bai Ruoxuan picked up the teacup and gently blew on the green leaves floating in the cup. Her lips parted slightly, she took a sip and said with a smile: "Don't worry, he is like Monk Zhang Er now and is confused. Besides, our things are from What does Takahashi have to do with what he got?"
A Yuan blinked and said, "That's true. But young master, this Jade Shura's bloodbath in the King of Hell's Village is nominally to avenge others, but in fact, it is also an idea to seize this treasure.
What does a monk like him want with so much treasure? Could it be that he has made too many enemies in the world and wants to use this money to find someone to help him out? "
Bai Ruoxuan said: "Well, it's possible." Then she changed the topic and asked: "You little girl, you have never been away from this monk since you came back. Could it be that you have a crush on him?"
When asked by his master, A Yuan's snow-white cheeks immediately turned red, and he defended: "No, no, that monk looked like an evil ghost in hell when he killed someone. Yuan'er's hair stood on end when he thought about it, how could I? like him?"
Seeing her embarrassment, Bai Ruoxuan continued to joke: "Like it? I didn't mention these two words. You didn't say anything, but your face is indeed more honest than your mouth."
The two were chatting and joking when the wooden door opened to the left and right, and Cheng Xue walked in quickly.
She cupped her hands and said solemnly: "Young Master, my subordinates have found out the motive of Gao Qiao and others to seize the treasure." Bai Ruoxuan put down the tea bowl and said calmly: "Oh, let's talk about it."
Cheng Xuedao: "The people from the painting hall have been active in the Jiangnan area recently. They specially select some gangsters' nests and camps to attack. They appear to be chivalrous and righteous and deceive others. In fact, they want to amass money.
In addition, the people in the painting hall not only cultivated relations with various Tatar ministries, but also tried their best to curry favor with Wang Bobai of Ningxia. "
Bai Ruoxuan asked curiously: "Wang Bobai of Ningxia? Why do Mr. Jin flatter this person?" After thinking for a moment, her eyes lit up and she said with a smile: "It seems that he wants to stir up war and disrupt the Ming Dynasty."
Cheng Xue said: "That's good. The old lord had such great ambitions when he was still alive. If Mr. Jin can really provoke a war, he will play a good game for us."
Bai Ruoxuan shook her head and said, "Xiaoxue, things are far from as simple as we imagined.
Mr. Jin is bent on provoking war, so he must be hiding his ulterior secrets. Rather than sincerely helping us Tatars seize the Central Plains. "
Cheng Xuedao: "He sent money and food to support our people. Once we capture the Central Plains and establish a firm foothold, and abandon him like worn shoes, what can he do? He gathers in the mountains and forests to fight against us? I'm afraid there is only death."
Bai Ruoxuan said: "If you can think of this, how could he not think of it? This man is very scheming and will never make a loss-making business.
Let me put it this way, when there is a war, the outcome is unpredictable. If the Ming Dynasty wins, Mr. Jin's move is tantamount to helping the Ming Dynasty weaken the strength of our Tatars; if the Tatars win, Mr. Jin will try to control the Tatar court and contribute to him, and will never go to the step you said.
I used to think that as long as our various plans could achieve the Tatar people's ambition to unify the Central Plains, even death would be a supreme honor.
But since my grandma died, I realized that what we have done over the years is all wrong. The war will only lead the Tatars into the abyss of blood. And instead of seeking the welfare of our people, we indirectly allowed the Tatars to perish. "
Cheng Xue frowned and asked in confusion: "Does the young master not intend to inherit the old master's legacy?"
Bai Ruoxuan said: "Grandma was wrong. Since ancient times, once a war breaks out between countries, no matter whether they win or lose, too many people will die innocently. A wife has lost her husband, and a child has lost his father. Who cares about the suffering of those people?
My grandfather died on the battlefield, and so did my father. After my father died, my mother died in love, and I became an orphan from then on.
Although grandma loves me in her heart, she treats me very harshly and always forces me to do things I don't want to do or do. I am a living person, not a puppet. I long to be able to make my own decisions and make my own choices instead of others choosing for me.
The reason why I became a puppet is because of the war.
If there had been no war, I would have lived the life I wanted just like those girls on the grassland. Herding horses, herding sheep..."
Speaking of this, she thought in her heart: "But in that case, maybe I will never meet him in this life." After hearing this, Cheng Xue sighed faintly: "Xue'er obeys the orders of the young master. Xue'er will go wherever the young master says. Just do it.”
Bai Ruoxuan looked at her and thought to herself, "When I finish this matter, you should have your own choice."
After being silent for a long time, she said slowly: "Has Takahashi's head been delivered?" Cheng Xue nodded, and she continued: "Very good, let's go to the City of Darkness next." Cheng Xue Somewhat worried, he frowned and said: "Okay, I will go and prepare now. But young master, the City of Darkness never interferes in the affairs of the world. We are only afraid of..."
Bai Ruoxuan stood up, put a hand on Cheng Xue's shoulder, and said with a smile: "I have already thought of a way. You don't have to worry, just prepare." Cheng Xue nodded, turned and walked out the door.
The firelight shone on Mr. Jin's face, and a feeling of regret flowed from his eyes. However, this feeling of regret did not last long, and it soon returned to its original state.
He saw the head inside the wooden box, and then closed the wooden box. The subordinates standing in the room all looked solemn and did not dare to say anything for fear of offending their master.
It wasn't until Mr. Jin said to take it down and bury it alive that everyone heaved a sigh of relief. A subordinate came forward, picked up the wooden box with both hands, and slowly retreated outside the house. Mr. Jin put his hands behind his back, looked at an ancient painting on the wall, and fell into deep thought.
Takahashi's martial arts is not outstanding, but it is not easy for ordinary people to kill him. Could it be that Ye Kongqun noticed something? He quickly gave up this idea because he personally went to check and found that Ye Kongqun was indeed in seclusion and had not left the secret room at all. No one had any contact with him, let alone his instigation. This matter is indeed puzzling.
Mr. Jin came back to his senses and said slowly: "How are the preparations at Miao Xianren?" A man with a sallow face said: "We are ready." Mr. Jin said: "Okay, don't make any more mistakes." Then. The man responded repeatedly: "Yes, yes." After everyone reported back the news they had been asking for in the past few days, they exited the house one after another.
After everyone left, Mr. Jin sat on the chair. He stretched out his fingers and pressed his temples. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he thought to himself: "It's her. Could it be that she's back? If it's really this girl, it would be interesting. With her, I have a lot more to deal with Ye Kongqun." Very sure.
But having said that, this girl is really stupid. If I were her, the best way would be to continue hiding in the dark and wait for action. Bring a human head over. If it sounds good, it is a provocation. If it sounds ugly, it is courting death. Poor old lady of the Bai family wanted to betroth this treasure to me. If she had accepted her, I might not even know how to die. "
