Xu Wenbin took the secret letter and opened it to read carefully. He looked at it and fell into deep thought.
E Mei had been with him for a long time, and she had a certain understanding of his expression and reaction. She sensed something was wrong and waited patiently. After he came to his senses, she tried to ask: "Master, is there something wrong? "
"To blame..." Xu Wenbin muttered to himself in confusion, "With Haixiao Pavilion's level of ears and eyes in Zhenhai Division, how could he easily detect such secrets?"
E Mei: "That was the previous plan. I was just planning to blame Tanhualang at first, but then Ming Temple took action, so naturally I gave up. There is no confidentiality."
Xu Wenbin shook his head slightly, "It's not what you think. It involves the death of Earth Mother's relatives. Even if someone is to be blamed, it must be kept secret, or at least extremely confidential. Under normal circumstances, only a handful of people know about it. It can be counted, and it can only be done without saying it. Even if it is not done, it will not be publicized.
In other words, at least before it is actually implemented, the people who know about it must be the senior officials of Zhenhai Division, and the news is unlikely to spread. If the Zhenhai Division is operating in a place like this, its senior management can't even control their own mouths, and they don't even have this bit of self-discipline, so what's the point? "
Having said this, E Mei also felt something strange, "Young master, do you think there is something wrong with this news?"
Xu Wenbin's eyes fell on the content of the secret message and he muttered: "Either there is a problem with the news, or someone deliberately released the news. If it is the former, it doesn't matter if the news is wrong. The problem is that the mother's relatives are dead, and the Zhenhai Division wants to take someone. Taking the blame, spreading such rumors is not a child's play. Do you think such confusing news will appear within Zhenhai Division at this time? If it is the latter, if someone deliberately released the news, what is their intention? "
E Mei was surprised and asked: "So, the latter is very likely that someone deliberately released the news?"
Xu Wenbin put down the secret letter in his hand, suddenly smiled slightly, and changed the subject of the conversation, "Emei, I'm afraid we have to shelve the matter of asking for a letter from the most talented man in the world."
"Ah?" E Mei was obviously surprised. First she lifted up her skirt and knelt on the futon in front of the case. Then she picked up the fire fold, opened it and blew it, took the secret letter just now, lit it, put it into the brazier and burned it, and the fire fold started again. After putting it away, he tried to ask, "Before coming here, didn't the young master say that he and Tanhua Lang were old acquaintances? I want Tanhua Lang's inscription. Didn't you say that it was just a matter of meeting and saying hello? No. Is it okay to write seventy or eighty pages?"
Xu Wenbin couldn't help but raise his hand and scratch his forehead, and said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "It feels like it's too early to say something big. Then again, those few broken words he wrote... aren't they just a few words? What do you think? So good?"
E Mei said gently: "I have been with the young master for so long. He is not a big talker. He also acts in front of the eyes. It can be seen that the young master and Tanhua Lang must be familiar with each other. When I was in the capital, I went to read it in front of the list. The handwriting is indeed good. Well, the world's most talented man is not a wasted reputation. I heard that he gave up writing and became a martial artist. Nowadays, it is hard to buy a piece of gold and a word is hard to find. Even the Duke of Xuanguo can't find one. I don't want seven or eight. There are about ten pieces, I just need you to ask him to write one for me, just one!"
He stretched out an index finger to make a small gesture, his expression really looked forward to it and wanted it very much.
"The most talented person in the world..." Xu Wenbin couldn't help but muttered again, as if he wanted to laugh when he heard this statement, but he still shook his head after pondering for a moment, "If someone deliberately released the matter of taking the talented person as the blame, News, do you know what it means?”
E Mei seemed to think of something and began to think silently.
Xu Wenbin asked and answered himself, "This matter seems to have changed. The smell is no longer as simple as a murder case. There seems to be someone hiding behind the scenes who is watching covetously, as if they are using a great talent as bait! A man who can Do you think we can still easily get in touch with the man behind the scenes who is coordinating the Zhenhai Division? Without knowing the good or bad luck, we might as well just watch with a cold eye."
E Mei understood what he meant, "Suddenly a calligraphy and painting of Tan Hualang popped out in my hand. If someone accidentally knows about it, some people may be targeted?"
Xu Wenbin nodded, "That's what I mean. The problem is that we don't know what the people behind the scenes want to do now. It's not advisable to act blindly, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable. In short, there is no rush. As long as the person is fine, there will be a chance in the future. If that guy's cultivation is broken , I no longer take risks and run around, and I have plenty of time to write for you."
E Mei, who had a regretful look on her face, was amused and laughed, "Tan Hua Lang is in such a miserable state, yet you still make fun of me."
"You deserve it! Isn't it fun to jump around and bang your head against the wall? You can actually do something like killing someone in Langhuanju, and the person you killed was someone with Wang Xuetang's status and background. Just do it, and run away as long as you don't The evidence is gone. The case here must be closed before Mother Earth intervenes. I don’t know why he is still hanging on here. What is he doing if he isn’t asking for his own fate?”
"Young Master, the person who can become the most talented person in the world must also be a smart person. There must be a reason for him to stay."
"Without information channels, ignorance of all aspects of the situation, and no intelligence to support it, it's useless no matter how smart you are. Isn't it him who covered his eyes and ears, huddled at the door of Xiaoyunjian, waiting to be caught? Wasn't he the one who did this? After killing someone, he can sit back and wait to be caught, always falling into the same pit. What do you want me to say about him? People wait for the rabbit, and he is the rabbit waiting for the rabbit. This is the kind of confident and smart person he is. Come out if you can."
Seeing that he spoke so unfavorably about Tanhua Lang, Emei couldn't bear to listen anymore, so she changed the subject and said, "Sir, we won't meet for a while. What should we do next?"
"You can ask again and let the agents from the Zhenhai Division describe in detail the process of getting the news of the accusation. I need to confirm and judge whether my guess is wrong."
"Okay. The young master has traveled a long way here and has been waiting for news all night. Now that the person has been rescued, he should be fine. It's better to rest early and don't break your body."
After some concern, Emei stood up in white clothes and left.
The room became quiet, and Xu Wenbin, who was alone, picked up an old piece of paper on the desk again, a piece of paper that already looked a bit mottled and worn. It was nothing else. It was the family-hunting notice that Yu Qing had made, which made people come from the sea. A complete picture that was carefully uncovered on the city streets.
After staring and pondering for a while, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Xunqin, your evil sister, what on earth do you want to do when you come to the sea market to fool around?"
Sweep the dust temple.
In the main hall, two old monks with white beards and white robes sat cross-legged opposite each other, closing their eyes and meditating.
Standing on the steps outside the hall was the handsome middle-aged monk wearing a black gold-checked cassock, the abbot of the Sauchen Temple and a contemporary Ming monk.
There are also two young sweeping monks in black robes in the yard, with the names Changkong and Baiyun, two disciples of the Ming monk.
There is no golden body or incense in the Saochen Temple. It is not very popular and deserted. There are only five Buddhist disciples in total.
At this time, the two young sweeping monks and the dark monk standing quietly on the steps turned their heads to look at a courtyard wall, and saw black smoke rising from a section of the wall.
After the black smoke passed, another layer of ash fell on the bone floor in the temple, making it dirty again.
Bai Yun finally couldn't bear it any longer and hurriedly walked down the steps with a broom in hand. "Master, look, the bug is here again and has made the floor dirty again. You might as well catch it."
The monk's eyes flashed and he smiled, "If you want to clean up the pests, why bother me? I have no respect for you, just go and catch them yourself."
Speaking of this, Changkong also came over and said: "Master, it's not that I haven't caught it before. I tried to catch it with my junior brother several times before, but it ran away. This insect was very vigilant and ran away just as it was about to get close. The speed is so fast that we can’t catch up.”
Bai Yun couldn't help but sigh: "What's annoying is that if you drive it away, it will sneak back unnoticed, and then continue to chew on the wall all day long. You can hear it clearly at night, and often It is really too outrageous to release black smoke to provoke.
Master, it has chewed out several holes in the courtyard wall day and night. If it continues to chew on it, the courtyard wall will be chewed down by the moth. Bone-gnawing bugs are definitely not a good thing. To get rid of them, it takes the master or two grand masters to get rid of them. "
The monk smiled and said, "Have you ever seen snakes, insects, rats and ants harming the Sweeping Temple before? They are all driven away by the breath of our practice. These insects are spiritually connected and are not afraid of our Buddha's breath. They should not be evil or poisonous things." Being able to live in the corner of the Buddhist door, carry the bones of the dead, and raise dust in the temple, doesn't it fit the name of the "Sweeping Dust Temple"? Since it is destined to be with our Buddha, why should we hurt its life? If the wall falls, someone will come to take the blame and repair it. , you don’t need to worry, just sweep the dust.”
Bai Yun asked curiously: "Is there someone here to take the blame? Master, what you mean is that this insect has an owner?"
Changkong: "Since Master said this, there must be a master. I wonder who the master is?"
The underworld monk smiled: "There must be cause and effect for the sudden arrival. If a butterfly comes, there must be fragrance."
The master and the disciple were startled, but Changkong quickly realized, "Master is in the temple?"
Then the two brothers turned back and looked at the three-foot-tall skeleton tower in the temple.
"Change the dressing." The underworld monk said, and at the same time walked down the steps, holding a black rosary, walking barefoot towards the Skeleton Tower.
Changkong and Baiyun immediately put down their brooms and ran to the inner courtyard. After a while, they each came out with a medicine box and caught up with the master in front of the tower door.
In the tower, on the ground at the bottom, Yu Qing and Nan Zhu were lying on their stomachs. The two people next to each other were scolding each other, making each other's faces red and thick.
One blames the other for his misjudgment, which caused everyone to suffer so much.
If you scold the other person for asking for it and make it impossible for you to leave, can you blame me?
If it wasn't for the inconvenience for the two of them to move their bodies, they might have started fighting directly.
There was an empty wooden board on the ground, and Mu Aotie, who was supposed to be lying there, was leaning at the window upstairs, looking at the sea, with a melancholy look on his face.
Suddenly they heard footsteps outside, and the two people who were lying on the ground and scolding each other finally shut up.
