On the eve of midnight, the tide of the Qiantang River rose sharply. The sound of the tide crashing on the shore was like thunder and rolling, and the strange wind howled like the wail of ghosts in the mountains.
Song Che slept like a dead pig.
Suddenly, someone covered his mouth!
He woke up suddenly and was about to struggle when he saw it was Ning Yehong, "What's wrong?"
"Shh...there's a situation."
Ning Yehong pointed to the door.
The night light outside the house reflected two figures, with bald heads, they should be monks.
"Go to bed with me."
"ah?"
Without waiting for Song Che to react, Ning Yehong threw him on the bed, then stuffed a pill into his mouth and said: "This is an antidote pill. Do not swallow it if you hold it in your mouth. Don't make a sound." , you and I pretend to sleep together."
After that, he pulled up the quilt and pretended to sleep.
Outside the house, two figures stopped at the door, gently punctured the oil paper with their hands, inserted a fire stick, and blew out the curling smoke.
When the smoke was almost gone, a steel knife pushed the door latch, and two noisy monks crept into the room. One of them was the "master" who read palms during the day.
Two thieves and monks came to the bedside and took a look at Song Che and Ning Yehong under the dim light of Huozhezi.
"Elder, this young woman is really the best. No wonder you want to go into battle yourself." The young monk said, licking his lips.
"It's a pity that her man is of no use, so the poor monk has to deliver seeds and seeds for him, hahaha..." The old monk had a lewd smile on his face and started to undress and take off his belt.
"I'll help her take off her clothes." The young monk rubbed his hands, but as soon as he got close to the bed, Ning Yehong opened her eyes suddenly and said softly:
"Bald thief!"
Ning Yehong stretched out the bed, turned over and kicked the young monk in the throat. The monk spurted out a mouthful of hot blood, flew forward and hit the wall to death.
The old monk was about to run away, but Ning Yehong grabbed his arm, pulled him back to the bed, raised his foot to his crotch, "Crack!" The egg shattered on the floor...
"Ouch, ouch..." The old monk covered his crotch and rolled on the ground in pain.
"Tsk tsk..." Song Che tutted and sat up from the bed, "No wonder Ciyin Temple is so effective in asking for children. It turns out to be artificial insemination. You guys are so damn wicked."
When I think of those young couples with big bellies and happy faces in the daytime, and then look at the mess now, it's really... really worse than animals.
Ning Yehong trampled the old monk under her feet and angrily shouted: "Monk thieves, you are about to die today!" After that, she wanted to break his neck.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, we can't just strangle Ning Yehong to death with the information we got from the door." Song Che stopped Ning Yehong, jumped off the bed, squatted in front of the old monk, and asked with a smile: "Master, do you want to die? Still want to live?”
The old monk's egg shattered on the ground, his face turned blue in pain, and he was weak to speak: "Spare... spare my life..."
"If you want to live, answer the questions honestly," Song Che asked, "What did you do before? Why did you become a monk in Ciyin Temple? Who recruited you?"
The old monk hesitated, "I...I have been a monk for ten years. I only committed mistakes, sins, sins because of my greed and lust. Amitabha..."
"Kick me, otherwise you won't tell the truth." Song Che said to Ning Yehong.
Ning Yehong aimed at the old monk's abdomen and kicked him twice, causing him to vomit acid water and causing unspeakable pain.
"I say! I say!" the old monk begged for mercy, "I converted to Buddhism a year ago. I was a boat driver before, and I sat down with Master Kukai, the elder of the temple..."
"How many disciples like you are there, Master Kukai, who are half-way to become a monk?" Song Che asked.
The old monk hesitated again, "There are twenty or thirty people..."
"Two more kicks."
"Bang!" Two feet again.
The old monk was so painful that he burst into tears, "There are seventy or eighty disciples here, and if we count our disciples, there are about two hundred of them! This is the truth, and you will die if you lie!"
"Are these disciples and disciples running boats?" Song Che continued to ask.
The old monk whispered: "Yes..."
Song Che pursed his lips and thought, so it seems that the pirate leader wants to "organize the pirate system." There are more than 700 monks in Ciyin Temple, and Master Kukai alone has nearly half. He uses monks to hide his identity as a pirate, and he has two brushes.
"That Konghai Bald Donkey, is he the pirate leader?" Ning Yehong shouted.
When the old monk heard the word "pirate", he shuddered and kept silent.
Ning Yehong pinched the old monk's neck: "Speak quickly! If you don't tell me, I will kill you!"
The old monk didn't know where he got the strength to push Song Che away. Using his hands and feet, he ran out the door and shouted loudly: "Help--"
"Whoosh whoosh..."
Ning Yehong threw out a handful of coins with a flick of her sleeve, and in the blink of an eye, she poked seven or eight bloody holes in the old monk's body.
Song Che hurried forward to check, but the old monk's eyes suddenly popped out and he died suddenly.
"Why are you so cruel? I haven't even finished asking questions yet!" He couldn't help but blame Ning Yehong.
Ning Yehong said: "Didn't you listen to what he said? There are about three hundred fake monks in Ciyin Temple. If I don't kill him to silence him, can you handle it if he calls for help?"
Song Che sighed: "You shouldn't have revealed his identity so early. When he heard the word 'pirate', of course he would jump over the wall and fight to the death. In the future, when trying to trick others, he should be half-truth, half-lie, and proceed step by step." OK."
"This..." Ning Yehong complained: "Of course I'm not as thoughtful as you, but why didn't you remind me earlier?"
Song Che said bitterly: "As soon as I opened my eyes, you covered my mouth and took me to bed. Before I could make a detailed plan, the monk broke in. Besides, Ning Nuxia was very resolute, beating and killing whenever she asked. Kill, how can I stop it?"
"Oops!" Ning Yehong said impatiently: "It's just a pirate. If you kill him, kill him. Now that we have confirmed that Monk Konghai is the pirate leader, we will immediately go down the mountain and mobilize our troops to capture him alive!"
"It's impossible," Song Che retorted: "There are about 300 pirates pretending to be monks, and the Lin'an Prefecture's officers plus the remaining navy are only five or six hundred people. If we really have to fight with weapons, even if we can capture them, A huge price will be paid, and this is Lingyin Mountain. It is a long way up the mountain. If a large-scale invasion is carried out, the pirates will definitely notice it. Furthermore, there are many monks and innocent pilgrims in Ciyin Temple. If the pirates are in danger, What should we do if we take them as hostages?”
Ning Yehong thought for a moment, her eyes brightened, and she said with great interest: "Why not 'capture the thief first, capture the king'? I'll go and kill the pirate leader. The pirates are leaderless. Isn't it easy to encircle and suppress them?"
Song Che raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's really strange that Ning Nuxia can also use tricks."
Ning Yehong came forward, even a little proud, "You smiled, does that mean this plan is feasible?"
Song Che shook his head, "This plan is okay, but it is risky. If he can become a pirate leader, his martial arts must be good. He can hide in Ciyin Temple and secretly cultivate so many forces. It shows that he is a resourceful and powerful martial artist. man of,"
He looked at Ning Yehong with a smile: "Faced with such an old fox, whether you can capture the king or not is not important. If you are caught by him, I will have to find a way to save you. The gain will not be worth the loss."
Ning Yehong observed the words and expressions, "But you laughed again."
Song Che smiled without saying a word and walked around the house. At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew open the window, "Whoosh whoosh..."
Just as Ning Yehong was about to go up and cover her up, Song Che exclaimed: "Yes!"
Ning Yehong stroked her messy hair in the wind, "What's left?"
Song Che softly uttered five words: "Burn Ciyin Temple on fire!"
