Beijing.
Just after the morning court, all the officials left the hall one after another, leaving only Wang Zhenliang and Qian Ning. After a while, Zhao Yizhi left and returned, sitting back on the dragon chair.
"How are the arrangements for the martial arts sects going?" Zhao Yizhi asked the first thing about the many martial arts sects in the capital.
Wang Zhenliang replied: "Your Majesty, everything has been arranged. This time there are many sects involved. Your Majesty will show mercy to them outside the law and will not hold them responsible for their crimes. We can all thank you for your kindness!"
Zhao Yizhi sighed: "It was originally a good thing, but it ended up like this. Have those people been caught?" Zhao Yizhi naturally asked those people sent by Xigui on Xia Mountain.
"There are ten people in total. Except for Shui Changdong who committed self-determination due to fear of crime, four more people were captured after the Tianwei raid in the capital. Without exception, they all committed self-determination," Qian Ning replied.
"Five, all dead. It seems that King Xigui is really well-mannered!" Zhao Yizhi couldn't help but sigh at King Xigui's methods.
Qian Ning asked: "As long as your Majesty gives us some more time, we will surely capture all these rebels!"
"It doesn't matter, you go about your business. Where is Mr. Zhou? Why didn't you see him in the morning?"
Wang Zhenliang and Qian Ning looked at each other and said, "Since that day, Prime Minister Zhou has been injured and has been on leave for many days."
Zhao Yizhi patted his forehead: "I was negligent. Prepare the sedan. I will go to his house to have a look."
When Wang Zhenliang and Qian Ning saw that Zhao Yizhi had no other instructions, they resigned and went about their own affairs. Zhao Yizhi was left sitting alone in the main hall. Zhao Yizhi was about to leave when he suddenly saw a figure outside the hall looking furtively into the hall.
"Who? Come in!" Zhao Yizhi shouted, startling the man, and walked into the hall honestly. Zhao Yizhi took a closer look and found that it was the young monk who had not seen him for many days.
"The young monk pays homage to Your Majesty." Liao Chen came to the main hall and saluted Zhao Yi with his hands clasped together.
Zhao Yizhi smiled and said: "Little master, why are monks so sneaky? But you want to see me if you have something?"
Liao Chen scratched his bald head and didn't say a word for a long time, as if he was hesitant to speak.
"What? There are no outsiders here. Is there anything I can't say? The young master doesn't mean to say that there is some disaster on me and I can't leave the palace, right?" Zhao Yizhi asked.
Liao Chen nodded, then immediately shook his head: "Your Majesty, it's not that you are in trouble again, but the cause and effect has already been contaminated..."
Zhao Yizhi was choked when he heard this: "Tell me what the disaster is, and I will listen."
"That night when His Majesty went out of the palace, he met... No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, otherwise the cause and effect will be tainted on the young monk." Just when Liao Chen was mid-sentence, he thought again and quickly closed his mouth.
Zhao Yizhi couldn't help but rolled his eyes. This little monk was so rude in his words, which made him anxious to death. However, since he saved his life after all, Zhao Yizhi did not argue with him anymore.
"Is this why the young master is looking for me?" Zhao Yizhi asked.
Liao Chen shook his head: "No, the young monk came to see Your Majesty because... the host sent a letter to the young monk, saying that His Majesty's life is no longer in danger, and asked the young monk to return to the temple to continue to study Buddhism..."
"No expense?"
"Amitabha, as a monk, you don't need to carry gold or silver with you when you are traveling. All you need is the gift of a destined person. But the young monk...does not want to go back. He wants to implore His Majesty to inform the host and allow the young monk to continue to stay in the capital." Liao Chen said.
Zhao Yizhi was a little surprised. The young monk had not seen him a few times on weekdays, and no one in the palace talked to him. There were not even wooden fish, Buddhist scriptures and other objects here. He thought he wanted to go back!
"Why do you want to stay here? Don't you want to go back to the temple to accompany the Buddha?" Zhao Yizhi asked.
Liao Chen replied: "The young monk dreamed of the Buddha at night. The Buddha asked the young monk to stay in the capital. There will be great merits waiting for the young monk."
"Do you believe in dreams?"
"Buddha is everywhere. If the young monk dreams about it, then it is the Buddha's instruction. The young monk believes it!" Liao Chen said seriously.
Zhao Yizhi knew that these religious disciples had very firm beliefs and did not argue with him. This young monk was considered honest in the palace and did not do anything that exceeded the rules. Moreover, Zhao Yizhi was also very curious about him, how the King Kong body was transformed, but he was busy these days and had no time to pay attention to him.
"Well, you stay in the capital, and I will send someone to deliver an oral message to the abbot of Shaolin Temple later." Zhao Yizhi agreed, turned and left.
Liao Chen bowed his head respectfully again: "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!"
After leaving the temple door, the young monk touched his monk's robe and said, "Hey, my letter..." His pockets and sleeves were all empty, and the host's letter was lost at some point.
"It's a big sin that I lost all the letters from the host..." Liao Chen followed the way he came and walked back, looking around carefully.
A young eunuch passed by him. He was the young eunuch in the dining room, and he came out to count the number of people on duty today.
After walking a few steps, he met another middle-aged eunuch. The young eunuch quickly stepped forward and called him: "My father-in-law, please stay. The younger one picked up a piece of paper in the palace. It should be a letter... The younger one also illiterate…"
The middle-aged eunuch took the letter and read it carefully with his presbyopic eyes.
"After your beloved disciple has passed away, the world will be in chaos and war will break out. You have saved your majesty's life and achieved great merit. You should return to the temple immediately to avoid the chaos of war. Otherwise, the cause and effect will be added to your body, the karma will be burned, and all your previous achievements will be wasted..."
"What a mess, war, etc. It's extremely peaceful now." The middle-aged eunuch didn't understand what he meant, so he handed the letter back to the young eunuch.
The little eunuch didn't understand. It seemed that he had picked up something useless, so he put the letter in his arms and took it back to the dining room to use as kindling.
Liao Chen searched all the way but couldn't find it. He went to his room on the tower. There was only a bed, a table, a stool, a washbasin, a towel, and a futon. Other than that, there was nothing else. other. Wang Zhenliang made such a room for Chen Dao, but he didn't know what Chen Dao needed, so he could only place these simple daily necessities.
"Did the Buddha blame me...for why I can't find the letter from the host..." Liao Chen sat on the futon and murmured to himself, then denied himself: "No, the Buddha is merciful and sees all living beings in ruins. How could you be indifferent? You must be supporting me to prevent me from finding the host’s letter. That must be the case! I, the Buddha, are merciful!”
…
Zhao Yizhi got into the car, and ten people from Chen Congwei were accompanying him. Those people haven't been found yet, so don't be careless.
In the distance, a woman stood at the end of the street, watching helplessly as the car drove out of the palace gate: "You bastard, where are you!"
The car didn't drive very far when I saw a group of people carrying coffins coming towards me.
"This..." Everyone was dumbfounded. It was so unlucky to encounter a white matter just after leaving the palace!
Wang Zhenliang also had no idea. Zhao Yizhi went on patrol incognito without any fanfare. Naturally, he did not dare to reveal his identity.
"Your Majesty, this..." Wang Zhenliang thought for a moment, then opened the sedan curtain and asked Zhao Yizhi for his idea.
Zhao Yizhi had already looked out when the car stopped and understood: "I am out on patrol incognito, so naturally I am a common person. When I encounter something innocent, I should let them go first."
Everyone drove Zhao Yizhi's car slowly to the side. When they saw it on the other side, they all nodded to express their thanks.
Between coffins and cars, Zhao Yizhi turned his head and accidentally saw Fang Qianlong.
"Gang Leader Fang, why are you here? Whose death is this?" Zhao Yizhi shouted.
Fang Qianlong turned his head and saw Zhao Yizhi, and hurried over. Seeing this formation, he also knew that Zhao Yizhi did not want to reveal his identity, so he came closer and said, "Your Majesty, the Master of the Confucius Sect was seriously injured and has passed away. I am thinking about it. I’m here to see you off for the joint friendship on Xia Mountain…”
Zhao Yizhi was silent. Although he was not personally present at the Xiashan incident at first, he knew the whole story. In addition to Confucius, there are also some small sects who are firmly on the side of the imperial court. However, apart from the Beggar Clan, only the Confucian sect mistook Zhou Ziru for the emperor and used all the strength of the sect to fight to the death.
"I'll go and put the incense on it." Zhao Yizhi jumped off the carriage and walked towards the coffin.
Fang Qianlong took the lead and informed the five brothers of the Kong family about Zhao Yizhi's identity. Seeing that His Majesty was going to kiss him and burn incense, the five brothers were a little frightened and quickly ordered everyone to stop, and even asked them to bring incense burners to stand by.
Zhao Yizhi lit the incense and worshiped respectfully. After all, Kong Cai died because of his status as emperor.
After the worship, Zhao Yizhi looked back at the five brothers of the Kong family. Even the eldest Kong Ren, his face had not completely lost its tenderness. Now that Kong Cai is dead, these five brothers look a little pitiful.
"What are you going to do next?" Zhao Yizhi asked.
"Your Majesty, we are going to take my father's body back to our hometown in Donglu, Qucheng." Kong Ren replied.
Zhao Yizhi continued to ask: "What about Confucius?"
Kong Ren replied: "The villain will inherit his father's legacy, become the master of the sect, and rule the Confucian sect."
Zhao Yizhi saw that he returned calmly, and he actually knew that this was not an easy task. Not only was Kong Cai in his prime, but he was still far from the age to retire behind the scenes, so all the affairs in the family must still be transferred. No arrangements. The eldest brother, Kong Ren, seemed a bit immature compared to other disciples or elders in the Confucian sect.
"Draft an imperial edict to confer Kong Ren as a doctor in the imperial academy and take charge of teaching and scientific examinations." Zhao Yizhi turned around and ordered Wang Zhenliang.
The five brothers of the Kong family were stunned for a moment and did not even react. The eldest brother, Kong Ren, would now become an official in the imperial court?
"Bold Kong Ren, you still don't thank me!" Qingtian and Jiahai stood behind Zhao Yizhi and reminded him in a low voice.
Only then did Kong Ren come to his senses, and he immediately prostrated himself on the ground: "Kong Ren, a common man, thanks Your Majesty for His grace!"
"Without courtesy, I hope you will study hard and study hard, and don't insult the surname Kong. As for Confucius... although martial arts is important, civility cannot be left behind. Only by practicing both civil and military skills can you be a gentleman." Zhao Yizhi ordered.
"I am willing to listen to your majesty's teachings!" Kong Ren kowtowed in thanks, and the other four brothers and the surrounding Confucian disciples knelt down one after another.
Fang Qianlong stood aside and was also happy for Kong Ren. With His Majesty's reward, no senior in the Confucian sect dared to compete with him. An imperial edict averted the disputes between Confucius and Confucius...
