"At that time, I was thinking that even if I gave my last breath, I would still capture Jiang Ayan!" Yang Fang said, "However..."
However, his skills were still inferior to others. After a while, he was beaten to the ground and Jiang Ayan's waist knife was placed on his neck.
"For the sake of how many drinks you bought me in prison, I won't kill you!" Unexpectedly, Jiang Ayan put away the sword, turned around and ran out of the north gate, disappearing into the night.
"..." Yang Fang knelt on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.
"Ah——" Suddenly a scream pierced the silent night sky, and also startled Yang Fang from the ground.
The next day, Yang Fangcai reported what happened last night to the county magistrate: cell leader Jiang Ayan ran away, and the murderer was beheaded in the woods not far from the north gate - he must have been the one who made the scream last night issued; in addition, two jailer brothers died.
"Bastard! Bastard! Let's just let the prison guard escape! How...how can we let that man be killed?" The magistrate didn't care about the life or death of the jailer at all, he only cared about the black hair on his head.
After taking money from others, the matter was not done... The magistrate was so anxious that he could not sit still and paced back and forth.
However, the death of two jailors and two cell bosses had already been reported to the court, and it was impossible to hide it even if they wanted to. After weighing the pros and cons, the magistrate reported the truth truthfully. Of course, he concealed the fact that he had accepted bribes; he only said that A thief came to rob the prison, and they exaggerated how the jailer fought bravely with the criminals, and how he personally took command all night long, so he was infected with the cold...
A few days later, the imperial court praised him, and the brave Yang Fang was promoted to the banner of the Imperial Guard and transferred to the capital to serve...
Later, I don't know what I did wrong and offended someone, so I was demoted from the general banner to the minor banner. But compared to being a jailer in the county prison, Yang Fang was quite content to be a small flag guard.
"So, it's equivalent to Jiang Ayan having a handle on you, so you are wary of him." Zhang Bi said, "Even if he asks you to do something, you don't dare not do it as told. Third brother ,Am i right?"
Yang Fang was silent.
Lin Linyou looked at Yang Fang and saw that he was speechless for a long time, and he knew what he was saying. He said that he was trying to smooth things over to ease Yang Fang's embarrassment, but it was more like singing with Zhang Bi: "Hey! Brother, what you said is wrong! This is wrong!" How can this be considered as a handle? The order is from the magistrate of the county. The third brother was a jailer at the time, but he was just following orders. Haven't you heard? There are many differences, but following orders is not bad!"
In the official system of the Ming Dynasty, when superiors of yamen at all levels commit crimes on official duties, the subordinates involved in the case, such as officers, soldiers, clerks, and servants, will not be implicated if they are ordered to carry out the tasks. This is because they must act according to the instructions of their superiors - it is equivalent to the first-in-command responsibility system.
"Ah, yes, yes." Zhang Bi nodded, "So third brother, you don't have to be checked by him, not to mention so many years have passed."
"The magistrate has died a long time ago." Yang Fang said.
"Dead? How did he die?" Zhang Bi asked.
"You still need to ask?" Lin Linyou asked.
Yang Fang continued: "Now, maybe Jiang Ayan and I were the only ones who knew about the anti-prison incident back then... To be precise, I was the only one who knew about it, because Jiang Ayan is already Li Jinglong's person."
Yang Fangxin has his own Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. He is not afraid of his disgraceful past "little handle", but he is worried that Jiang Ayan will really kill Ren Ran.
He has no leverage, only weaknesses. Miss Ren Ran is his weakness.
It is also his armor.
Furthermore, he really wanted to personally capture Jianwen Yudang, a descendant of the Huang family!
Who is willing to just be a small flag for the rest of his life?
Zhang Bi asked: "So, why did you let Jiang Ayan go this time? Is it because he let you go in the first place?"
Yang Fang answered sincerely: "Because, I can't beat him... You also know that this guy is cruel and very skilled in martial arts. One person can kill two jailers. I have been dealing with him for the past three days."
"Alas! It's our fault, we were late." Lin Linyou shook his head regretfully and sighed - a bit exaggerated.
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"Something weird."
"Third brother must be hiding something from us."
"Yes, there must be an ulterior secret between him and Jiang Ayan."
Yang Fang fell asleep, and Zhang Bi and Lin Linyou climbed to a high place and looked at the darkness below the mountain, with only a few scattered lights.
"Hey, second brother, have you been to Nanjing?" Zhang Bi asked, "I mean, the original you."
"I've never been there. I've heard about it. The Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling are so famous!" Lin Lin said, "But I know that in our time, when we climbed up and looked down at this time, it was definitely dotted with stars and brightly lit."
"Which city is not like this?" Zhang Bi said, "Well, if it were in our era, at this time, I should be nestled in a comfortable and warm bed, playing mobile games comfortably..."
"Is this mobile game of yours serious?"
Zhang Ben smiled: "Sometimes it's serious, sometimes it's not serious... What about you? What are you doing at this time?"
"Work overtime." Lin Linyou's words brought the conversation to a freezing point.
Zhang Ben's throat rolled twice: "We seem to be working overtime now..."
"Sleep!" Lin Linyou turned around and walked to the temple at the foot of the mountain, "Don't bring the bad habits of capital to the Jinyi Guards and bring them to the Ming Dynasty!"
"Sleep together." Zhang Bi also followed.
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On the second day, after breakfast, the host Master Putong took the initiative to invite the three of them to visit the temple.
The guest room is the closest to the Hall of Heavenly Kings. The host led the three people into the main hall. What they saw was a big-bellied Maitreya Buddha with bare chest and belly, guarded by four heavenly kings on both sides. The one standing back to back with Maitreya Buddha and facing the Main Hall is the god general Wei Tuo. , the head of the thirty-two generals under the throne of the Four Heavenly Kings, subjugates demons and protects Buddhism.
Bodhisattva Wei Tuo put the Wei Tuo pestle in his hand on the ground, indicating that Jianchu Temple is a small temple and cannot entertain monks who travel here for free food and accommodation.
Next, we visited four halls including the Main Hall, Arhat Hall, and Dharma Hall Lecture Hall...
Climbing up the stairs to the Sutra Library, I saw that half of the building had collapsed and was completely charred.
"It made the donor laugh. Two years ago, there was a thunderstorm in vain, and half of the sutra pavilion was burned down. However, there are only a few pilgrims in the small temple, which is far less than that of the Lingxiang Baoen Temple, so it has never been able to repair it, so it was left like this."
Zhang Ben thought to himself: Does this old monk want us to donate money?
Lin Linyou asked: "Master, are there any scriptures that are lost? If so, our brothers can help look for them."
Pu Tong said: "Thank you to the donor. No scriptures were lost, but a few volumes were burned. Fortunately, they are not the only ones. It is really a blessing among misfortunes."
"What kind of scriptures were burned?" Lin Linyou asked again, full of interest in the Scripture Collection Pavilion, mainly because he wanted to see if there were any legendary martial arts secret books.
"Including..." Pu Tong thought for a while, "Yi Jin Jing, Marrow Cleansing Sutra, Prajna Dragon Elephant Sutra, etc."
At this time, Yang Fang noticed a poem inscribed on the apricot-yellow east wall of the Sutra Library. He took a closer look and shouted, "Isn't this a poem written by Emperor Taizu?"
Lin Linyou and Zhang Bi also came over and saw a poem on the wall that said:
Killed all the millions of soldiers in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sword on his waist was still bloody!
The old monk didn't know the hero, so he just kept asking for his name.
Yang Fang looked back at Pu Tong who was approaching: "It turns out that this was the temple where Taizu wrote his poems!"
Pu Tong shook his head: "Taizu's imperial pen was at Prajna Temple in Taiping Mansion."
"What about these?"
Pu Tong still shook his head: "I don't know who copied it."
"It's not Taizu's writing, it's a transgression! Why don't you wipe it off?" Yang Fang suddenly put away his face and asked Pu Tong seriously.
Pu Tong said: "This poem was probably not copied by the monks of this temple. It should have been copied and inscribed on this wall by the monks who knew that the monks had neglected a certain pilgrim. I kept this poem to warn the monks at all times not to do anything. Judging people by their appearance, offending trivial people is a trivial matter. If you are blind and fail to recognize heroes, Buddha will be blamed."
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