Fuzhou Government Office was the center of a county in Fuzhou during the Ming and Qing dynasties. It was located in the middle and west of Fuzhou City, with Yuewang Mountain as a barrier to the north and Jiuxian and Wushi Mountains to the south.
After several generations of construction, it has become as elegant as a garden. You can see the beauty of the three mountains and the green groves from the top of your head.
But late at night today, there was no trace of the official who was attending the public case in the government office lobby. Instead, a ferocious-looking monk was sitting, minding his own business, eating wine and meat, and leading a group of people to surround Jiang Wen. It's been half an hour.
Jiang Wen looked around expressionlessly and saw that the people standing among the green flags, green umbrellas, copper sticks and other ceremonial guards were not the third class of government officials, but now a group of ferocious-looking weirdos, all wearing short brown monk robes and His face was covered with stab wounds and he was smiling maliciously.
"You have arrested the wrong person. I am just an ordinary servant of the Lin family, a small role player who collects money to do things. Are you really an imperial envoy? You are obviously a monk, right? How come a monk still drinks alcohol and eats meat?"
Jiang Wen stared at the roast chicken liquor on the koan. The monk didn't even bother to wipe the oil stains on his mouth and glanced at Jiang Wen.
"Ignorance, we adults cultivate our hearts but not our mouths!"
A subordinate said coldly.
Jiang Wen couldn't stop looking at the people beside him.
"No, why did I see women's clothes on the ground?"
"We adults are cultivating our minds but not our precepts!"
The subordinates said indifferently.
"Does cultivating virtue stop killing?"
"Don't fix it!"
"Do you practice to save people?"
"Don't fix it!"
"oh."
Jiang Wen frowned and said, "How dare you ask this master of non-cultivation..."
"How presumptuous! Our master's name is Yankong!"
After being tormented by Jiang Wen, Monk Yankong finally stood up after eating and drinking, and looked down at Jiang Wen with no expression on his face.
"Who are you?"
Jiang Wen glanced at him and whispered to himself, "You caught me here and asked me who I am? Do you believe me when I say I am Zhang Mazi?"
"The imperial envoy asked a question, but he still didn't kneel down to answer!"
One of his men was furious when he saw this. He raised his thick eyebrows at Jiang Wen. He grabbed the eyebrow-leveling stick at hand and hit Jiang Wen on the bend of his knee.
Jiang Wen snorted coldly, turned around with disdain, and accepted the harsh blow.
But this powerful move that could easily break a person's leg was broken into two pieces as if it had hit a rock.
"Weak, come again!"
Hearing Jiang Wen's taunt, the strangely dressed men were furious. This time they picked up the ceremonial copper stick on the side and swung it with all their strength. Obviously they didn't believe that ordinary flesh and blood could kill copper and iron this time. Break.
It only took a moment for the stick to reach his body, but this time not only did the stick not break, it also bounced back faster than when it came, and the tiger's mouth burst open and he was released uncontrollably. He hit himself on the head with a stick.
As a stream of blood flowed from his forehead, the subordinate's eyes turned upward in disbelief, and his breath was completely lifeless.
Jiang Wen, who carried the power of a stick, smiled slightly, making these ruthless people with scars on their faces nervous. Even though Jiang Wen's hands were put in big shackles and his neck was wrapped with chains, his murderous temperament while talking and laughing still made them feel scared.
"You are so good at martial arts. Why don't you stay and work for me? I can let you live."
Monk Yankong was sitting behind the public case, and his ordinary words were like thunder on the ground, shaking the case slightly.
Jiang Wen laughed after hearing this.
"Master, I see that you have mastered Kung Fu to perfection. How come you have damaged your brain through practicing it?"
There was another subordinate next to him who wanted to try to do something dirty, but Jiang Wen glared back. If he really didn't open his eyes, Jiang Wen didn't mind letting him try how the body-protecting energy works.
Jiang Wen continued, "Today you said you wanted to try the case, but you didn't even call for a master of swordsmanship and writing. You can also forge records and stamps. How to decide this case is not based on your empty words. Wait a minute, master, you can't You don’t know how to read…”
Monk Yankong snorted coldly, stretched out his arms like wings, grabbed the pen as fast as lightning, finished writing on a token, and threw it in front of Jiang Wen.
"Do you know how to write the word 'death'!? If you don't cooperate honestly, this beheading sign will be stuck on your head later."
Jiang Wen looked up and saw the word "death" on the token. It turned out to be a powerful cursive calligraphy. The other person was really not illiterate - not only that, his calligraphy was much better than Jiang Wen's.
"This word is sha! Very sha!"
Jiang Wen raised his shackles hand and gave a thumbs up.
The men next to him didn't know whether he was evil or not, so he shouted sternly, "You're so presumptuous!"
Jiang Wen sneered and shrugged at him.
"I mean it sincerely. Sa is a compliment from our hometown, which means refreshing and neat. Do you think your family's calligraphy is embarrassing?"
Jiang Wen added to Monk Yankong while slaying his heart.
"The writing techniques of the past dynasties include stopping the stroke, setting the stroke, turning the stroke, and stitching the stroke. In my opinion, they are all unskilled and stingy. A true hero like me, I appreciate your greatness, Master Yankong." Shabi!"
After being complimented by Jiang Wen, Monk Yankong felt that something was wrong, but he was so flattered by the compliments from the audience that he had no choice but to show his joy.
"Since you are good at martial arts and know the current affairs so well, go and kill someone for me."
"Kill who?"
Jiang Wen asked subconsciously.
"Go and bring the head of the chief helmsman of the Fuwei Escort Bureau. One life for another. Your murder tonight will be forgotten. I can also give you a clear path."
Monk Yankong said roughly, but there was a cunning look in his eyes under his thick eyebrows. Apparently he was not deceived by Jiang Wen's compliment.
"Sir, are you talking about Lin Zhennan?"
Jiang Wen looked at Monk Yankong with a strange expression.
"good!"
Seeing Jiang Wen looking like he was haggling over the price, Monk Yankong slapped the table with his huge palm, "Is it difficult to kill him?"
Jiang Wen looked at Monk Yankong in embarrassment, raised his neck like a sword, and sighed.
"No, then Lin Zhennan is my beloved relative and friend, my brother and sister..."
The men on both sides had fierce looks in their eyes, planning to swarm Jiang Wen and finish him off here, just because his flattery just now made them feel uncomfortable.
Jiang Wen said slowly.
"...You have to pay more!"
The concealed weapons in the hands of several subordinates accidentally fell to the ground. They all thought that they had never seen such shameless people.
However, Monk Yankong shouted angrily, flew out from behind the public case, and his iron palm like a cattail leaf fell from the air.
Jiang Wen's shoulders sank, and he put the shackles on the rack. The wooden shackles were instantly smashed, and the iron chains on his body were broken by the fierce palm force. His two feet immediately crushed the green bricks in the government office lobby, and his inner energy surged repeatedly. , I just feel like Mount Tai is overwhelming me.
"You think this imperial envoy is easy to deceive? You can absorb my twenty-year-old Vajra Prajna Palm, but you work as a retainer of Fuwei Escort Agency? Ridiculous!"
Jiang Wen's shoulder hurt like a thousand needles, but his face didn't show it at all, but Monk Yankong's domineering external skills were beyond his expectation. No wonder the Qing government only sent him to rush to Fuzhou. The city is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.
"Experts also have to spend money."
Jiang Wen pointed out with a Yang pointer, deliberately concealing some strength. Monk Yankong's monk's robes rose sharply, and his arms as thick as pillars also boldly moved out, intertwining his five fingers in a weird gesture, and one knuckle suddenly protruded, and Jiang Wen Right together!
Fighting fiercely with bravery, the fingers collided with each other with enough force to break gold and stone, making a violent sound.
This time, both of them took a few steps back and did not try to attack again.
"How does my Vajra finger taste?"
Monk Yankong smiled appreciatively and said, "I can tell you clearly, it really doesn't matter whether you plead guilty or not tonight. When daybreak, I will issue an official notice of your confession, and then bring Fuwei with you." The escort agency will ask and behead him together!"
Jiang Wen withdrew his sore fingers.
There is no doubt that the opponent's internal strength is superior to his, and he has practiced martial arts to the core. He is indeed the type of opponent that Jiang Wen has the most trouble with. It can be said that he is as difficult to deal with as the chisel-toothed people in Wuyi Mountain.
But that doesn't mean Jiang Wen can't beat him.
What troubled Jiang Wen the most was that he found out that the other party was not coming for him, but for Lin Zhennan.
Jiang Wen didn't want to take action because he still needed to find out more information. After killing one imperial envoy, the Qing government could still send thousands of imperial envoys. As long as the situation against Lin Zhennan was still there, he would never be able to escape.
Monk Yankong didn't want to take action, because he saw that Jiang Wen's martial arts skills were unknown, and a fight would easily damage his apparent strength. This drama is just about to begin, and it would be a huge regret to make any mistakes that lead to early exit.
In fact, ever since Geng Jingzhong suddenly appeared tonight, Jiang Wen sensed something was wrong, and he seemed to have stepped into a preset trap.
The people who set the trap don't care who falls into the trap, because no matter who they are, they have ways to guide and create the results they want.
"Master Yankong, Lin Zhennan is just an ordinary Jianghu man. If you don't like him, I advise him to take the Fuwei Escort Agency and get out of Fuzhou City. Why bother to kill everyone?"
Jiang Wen said helplessly, "I can make him swear never to set foot in Fuzhou City again, otherwise I will break his son's legs."
Monk Yankong sneered.
"The Fuwei Escorts colluded with the White Lotus Sect and attempted to rebel in Fuzhou City. The evidence has long been conclusive. It would be an advantage for me to kill him. Do you think you can intercede for a rebel?"
Jiang Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood what he was involved in.
Of course, the collusion between the Fuwei Escort Agency and the White Lotus Sect was a myth. With Lao Linzi's meek temper, he was very aggressive except when making money and building relationships. At other times, he had to bring an umbrella with him even when he went out on a sunny day. It was impossible to risk the lives of his whole family to rebel.
But don’t forget, just because the Lin family can’t do this, doesn’t mean the Geng family can’t do it!
Geng Jimao fought fiercely with Shang Kexi for power in Guangzhou City, and was forced to move to Fujian, a place where military strategists did not dispute, because they drove away Li Dingguo and Zheng Chenggong, who were originally entrenched in the sacred land of Guangdong.
As the saying goes, the good birds are hidden in the bows, and the cunning rabbits are killed by the good dogs. What should the Geng family do when they come to Fujian?
The situation is obvious, the method is also very simple, and the answer is directly rooted in the bones of Liaodong generals - raise the bandits with self-respect!
Geng Jingzhong's fundamental purpose in recruiting the Fuwei Escort Bureau and the Qingcheng Faction was to use the power of the Jianghu to consolidate his rule.
Shang Ke is happy and understands this trick, so he takes advantage of Shaolin's entry into Guangdong to recruit Wudang masters. The best "foreign enemy bandits" for the Geng family are the deeply rooted White Lotus Sect in Liangjiang and Fujian...
Geng Jingzhong was a good man, and he clearly saw through the weakness of the Qing government's rule over the south. He followed the old fox Shang Kexi's lead and started planning, instantly discovering his own characteristics as a wallflower.
The plan went smoothly from start to finish, but he forgot one thing.
The reason why Shang Kexi can do whatever he wants in Guangzhou is because under the new rule of Guangzhou, the Qing court also massacred violently and the people did not support him, so he could only rely on Shang Kexi for support, just like throwing dirt in muddy water does no harm at all.
Fuzhou has been surrendered for a long time and the public security is stable. Geng Jingzhong's attempt to attract the White Lotus Sect is like throwing rat droppings into the white porridge that the Qing court has just boiled. It will be strange if the other party doesn't fall in love.
Therefore, even Geng Jimao hurriedly ordered an imperial envoy from the Qing court to express that his son had made a mistake and that the Geng family had no intention of rebellion.
Because of this, Geng Jingzhong, who was obviously planning to make a big fuss with Monk Yankong tonight in order to gain people, left in despair after seeing his father's handwriting.
Young people can’t remain calm after all.
Geng Jingzhong's departure at this time meant that the whole blame was thrown to the Fuwei Escort Agency. The Qing court's purpose of cutting off the Geng family's wings was now easily captured.
"Conspiracy to rebel just by relying on the White Lotus Sect? Master Yankong, you think too highly of these rabble, don't you?"
Jiang Wen sneered.
Monk Yankong also had a sinister smile on his rough face.
"The White Lotus Sect is not enough, what about adding Zheng Ni? The siege of Nanjing is still before us, do you think the imperial court will take it lightly?"
Jiang Wen sighed. Lin Zhennan was indeed too courageous and took a crucial step wrong. He was obviously implicated by him this time. Could it be that Fuzhou City and Fuwei Escort Agency are destined to have only one left?
Jiang Wen suddenly realized, why did this smell like "success and failure"?
What worries Jiang Wen even more is Lin Zhennan's performance in the Nether Alley Hall tonight.
The main hall was empty, and there was a wooden plate overturned on the ground when entering the door. Normal people would be attracted to pay attention and take a second look.
But after Lin Zhennan showed his surprise at entering the yard, he easily ignored the existence of the sand table, and followed Jiang Wen to look at the small cabinet in the room where the body was hidden.
This shows that Lin Zhennan is familiar with the existence of the sand table, knows the location of the cabinet, and has even been to this Netherworld Alley and entered this Hall of Enjoyment!
Having been together in the world for a long time, Jiang Wen knew Lin Zhennan's character very well. He was a person who had a lot of thoughts and was very good at hiding things. Some things he thought did not need to be said, he could not say them at all.
But Jiang Wen didn't think that he would be the murderer who framed him.
It is true that there are some things that he has not told himself, but the same goes for their friendship, and there is no need to say more.
Although Lin Zhennan had something to hide from him today, Jiang Wen still remembered that the weathered country martial arts instructor did not utter a word or show any doubt after hearing Jiang Wen's eloquent business plan.
That day, the man in the wild shop who couldn't even get enough to eat just drank all the bad wine in his bowl and joked that he really wanted his only son to worship Jiang Wen as his teacher.
He also said that if he failed to make it out of Fuzhou City alive, Jiang Wen would take care of his children.
In fact, there are some things that don’t need to be said.
Just like Jiang Wen didn't need to doubt Lao Linzi.
"Master Yankong, you see it's so late, do you have to arrange a place for me to stay?"
Jiang Wen smiled slightly.
Monk Yankong's thick eyebrows were slightly raised, his monk's robes were flapping, he turned back behind the koan, and sat in the Taishi's chair.
"If there wasn't something important going on, I would definitely share life and death with you. I know that you stay here because you want to find an opportunity to kill me."
The men's weapons clashed, and the whole hall was full of murderous intent.
"But it doesn't matter. As long as you stay in jail, I will give the Fuwei Escort Agency seven days before posting an official notice. If they really have no intention of treason, these seven days can completely allow them to escape unscathed."
Monk Yankong stretched out his giant palm, crushed the gavel on the table, and said with a ferocious smile, "If they still choose to stay in Fuzhou City after seven days, it will be a serious crime of treason, and they are waiting to take the blame for Geng Jingzhong." Ask Zhan!"
Jiang Wen turned around and said with a smile.
"Seven days is too many. Even if you lock me in the Tianzi cell and don't leave, Lin Zhennan's timid character will definitely run away with his whole family within seven days."
Jiang Wen walked out of the lobby with ease, intending to stay in the government office and monitor the monk Yankong, but he heard Yankong laughing and saying arrogantly.
"Even if I don't take action, do you know how many people in the world want his life and how many people are jealous of Fuwei Escort Agency? I want to see how he walked out of Fuzhou City alive!"
