When Yang Lin said this, his tone became slightly cold.
"In fact, when Li Wuding pretended to be Shaogong Liu Hong and committed murder with Li Biao on the boat, it is not necessarily that they really thought so, or it was a mistake. It is more likely that someone was Affects nature.
Think about it, how could it be such a coincidence? But as soon as we got married, we were summoned to take office immediately.
The dignified governor of Jiangzhou did not bring any soldiers, but simply went to the rivers as a scholar, not afraid of any shortcomings on the way.
What's even more strange is that not only the court is relieved, but the Prime Minister's Office is not worried at all.
Not to mention that when I first came to Jiangzhou, demons were dancing around here and the three counties were in chaos. How could a poor scholar who had become the first provincial governor be able to handle this? "
Yang Lin spoke out bit by bit, analyzing and clarifying his doubts. At this time, the little Tang Monk had floated away with the water, and no one was looking at him anymore.
Next, the only thing to worry about is Jiangzhou's belief and the issue of power.
Dealing with the challenges of the mortal world is much easier.
The eyes on the head have left, and the shackles tied to the body have disappeared.
There are many things that should be told to Yin Wenjiao.
If not.
The past eighteen years have really not been easy.
Although the various calculations of Buddhism seem natural.
However, it is a bit too cruel to use children and women to set up plans and play with people's hearts. In the end, people lose all hope and escape into Buddhism.
If things didn't happen to him, Yang Lin would sigh at most when he lamented that he was not as strong as he was.
However, now that I am the unlucky Chen Guangrui who was most unjustly accused, and the one who suffered the most, this matter will never end.
He felt uncomfortable because he didn't want the person who had been entrusted with the task to suffer a big loss.
What's more, this is also related to one's own chance of enlightenment.
Endless luck.
But can't let go.
Thinking of this, Yang Lin's body was covered with light and shadow for tens of feet, isolating the inside and outside, and said calmly: "Also, the little guy was sent into the river by you, so it's not like he has no whereabouts.
Now, it must have been taken in by Monk Faming and is being taken into Jinshan Temple. If you miss the child, I can secretly take you to see it then. "
"Really?"
A thousand words or ten thousand words are not as useful as this sentence.
Yin Wenjiao's face was red and her whole body was shaking with excitement.
"Is everything okay? Will you be at Jinshan Temple?"
"Yes, you should have understood this when you went to Hongfu Temple to pay homage to the Bodhisattva, and then to the Bodhisattva's dream and the Dharma Protector Xingjun. That is the reincarnation of a great Buddhist power, and sooner or later the memory of the previous life will be awakened..."
"I see."
Yin Wenjiao's voice became deeper.
yes.
The Buddhist power is reincarnated. Although he is his son in this life, it is not certain whether he will recognize him as his mother after he wakes up.
I heard that those who become immortals and attain Taoism will pay attention to "breaking up and leaving". The world of mortals cannot keep the immortal Buddha, and the fate between mother and child may only last for this short period of one month.
There is no need to feel sorry or to be unwilling.
As long as he lives and grows up well.
In fact, you don’t need to stick to your side, just take care of yourself in the morning and dusk.
"That's it, sir, I want to go home and rest."
A trace of tiredness flashed in Yin Wenjiao's eyes. She looked back at the surging river, and her mood returned to calm.
In this world, the lives of ordinary people are like ants, precarious.
Although I was born in the prime minister's palace, as a daughter, I didn't get much preferential treatment. I couldn't change my fate, so I could only accept it and resign myself to fate.
"Okay, let's go back now. However, Li Biao has been punished, so it's hard to talk about it to the outside world. We have to find a way to cover it up."
As he spoke, Yang Lin took out a white paper figure the size of a thumb from his body, carved it with his mind, threw it casually, rolled it into the wind, and transformed into a sturdy man.
The big man has rough eyebrows, kinked muscles, and a long knife at his waist. He looks majestic.
Isn’t it Li Biao, or who else?
This is Yang Lin's paper man clone. At this time, using ordinary paper and dividing it with magical powers, it is not as powerful as his three-dimensional clone.
However, ordinary paper people also have the advantages of ordinary paper people. It is not difficult to divide dozens of them at will. In terms of strength, they are two levels lower than the original one.
Yang Lin himself is now in the middle of the fifth level, and the paper man is in the middle of the third level, which is exactly the same level as Li Biao.
Although the realm is only in the middle of the third level, his combat experience and martial arts background are copied from Yang Lin's original body, and his combat power is actually much stronger than the original Li Biao.
Basically, you can compete with the peak of the third level without falling behind.
There are also shortcomings.
It can be seen from the slight dullness on the paper man's face.
When dealing with complex matters, changes may not be so quick.
However, it was just daily affairs, suppressing one party, and it was almost possible without too many omissions.
This is enough.
"Biao, see the general."
The paper man's clone bowed and paid homage in a serious manner.
"Go ahead and take twenty elite troops to garrison in Duchang County, recruit troops and encourage production, and don't leave the country unless anything happens."
"yes."
The paper man bowed in response, stood up, turned around and jumped far away.
"This is fake."
Yin Wenjiao's eyes were shocked, looking at this scene in disbelief.
She had already seen the things that gods entrusted with dreams.
But that's a fairy.
Whatever you do is as it should be.
My own husband can also do such strange things. The person who was obviously killed and exploded into a bloody mist appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Paper can also be turned into flesh and blood, with a clear voice and powerful strength. She has almost never been exposed to this method.
It was only when I was a girl that I occasionally heard stories of similar deeds from the legends and stories of some of the high officials in the court.
However, at that time, most of them were heard as rumors and boasts.
Now that I think about it, I still know very little.
The world is a big place, with many strange people and strange things happening around us.
"I……"
Thinking of this, Yin Wenjiao's eyes showed a trace of pleading.
She has broken the jar.
Not afraid anymore.
What Yang Lin did just now really calmed her mind.
Although I don’t know where I, the husband who threw the hydrangea, came from and what his secret identity is.
She didn't want to get to the bottom of it either.
However, she still felt the other party's sincerity.
There were some things that he didn't need to say in the first place, and there were some methods that he didn't need to reveal.
In a few words, she finally understood that her husband's actions were actually based on the imperial court, the prime minister's office and the British government, and even gods and bodhisattvas, each playing a big game of chess.
The dangers involved can be imagined.
It’s not that the other party didn’t know that if he told some things, there might be some changes, but he still said it. How could she pretend not to know about this kind of relationship?
However, she still wanted to see her baby and see that the little guy was alive and well.
"Okay, actually, I also want to see what the old monk's nature is like? I'll take you to see the little guy."
He looked up at the sky and checked his direction. His spiritual thoughts contacted the clone of the number one god in Jiangzhou Governor's Mansion, and his thoughts spread out in all directions like a sky net.
"found it."
Yang Lin's eyes narrowed.
Light and shadow flowed around her, and five colors of light flashed. She hugged Yin Wenjiao and threw herself into the big camphor tree next to her.
The figure disappeared.
By the time the figure emerged from a willow tree again, it was already more than twenty miles away.
It is strange to say that only a quarter of an hour has passed since Yin Wenjiao put the little guy into the wooden basin and floated away. The wooden basin has already floated twenty miles, faster than a boat. No one would believe it if there was nothing strange in it. of.
Yang Lin's body was surrounded by colored energy, twisting a space that was three feet long around his body. Looking at him from a distance, he saw a mass of transparent air, not only an image but also a breath, and no trace could be seen.
As soon as he and Yin Wenjiao stood still, they saw a wooden basin floating along the river. Leaning to the opposite side of the river, an old monk wearing a bamboo hat smiled and leaned over to pick up the wooden basin, picked up the baby, and said to the person next to him. Xue Shu turned a blind eye, his eyes full of surprise.
He picked up the child and looked at it for a long time, then put it back into the basin. He bowed his head and recited Amitabha, silently reciting the sutra, and then said with a joyful smile: "As expected, he is a born Buddhist. The day of great prosperity is not far away, and Bodhisattva will bless this matter smoothly."
As he spoke, Monk Faming picked up the blood book and jacket, wrapped the child tightly again, held the little kid in his arms gently as if he had found a treasure, and walked up the mountain along the path by the river.
Yin Wenjiao was already crying. She covered her mouth with her hands, and her tears fell like pearls.
She already knew how powerful it was.
At this time, I suppressed my sadness, but I didn't dare to cry out.
Suddenly, the little guy seemed to feel something. He opened his mouth and cried loudly.
"No, someone is peeping."
The old monk Faming frowned slightly, turned back suddenly, and flicked his sleeves.
A ray of golden light appeared, and Wangfeng turned into a giant golden tiger, roaring and charging towards the other side of the river.
Pieces of trees and rocks were broken into powder, and before the tiger's claws could catch it, the air had already wiped out large areas.
"You've seen it, you can go. However, the old monk is so cruel, but he has to teach him a lesson.
At such an old age, instead of cultivating one's mind and character and diligently practicing Buddhism in the temple, one is running around here and there without doing any good deeds. This is not good. "
Yang Lin murmured, and with a swipe of his finger, the golden light tiger that roared and attacked, roaring and biting around his area, showed five-color light marks on its forehead.
Uh-huh...
The golden light tiger suddenly split into two pieces and turned into rosary beads.
Amid the roar, the rosary broke into powder again and dissipated into gray smoke.
The old monk stood there, leaned back, took a few steps back, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Who is the master here?"
After suffering a big loss, Faming became more cautious and did not dare to take action again. He stared at the other side, holding his Zen staff in front of him and forming a seal with one hand, as if facing a formidable enemy.
There was no answer, and no one showed up.
"Lao Na, Fa Ming of Jinshan Temple, has offended Your Excellency?"
Still no answer, just the rushing of water and the chirping of birds.
Fa Ming froze and looked for a while, looking at the distorted light and shadow, the dust and smoke falling to the ground, and he had completely calmed down.
After thinking about it, he made seven or eight hand seals in succession, his eyes were shining brightly, and after looking at it for a while, he finally did not dare to cross the river to explore, so he turned around and left up the mountain with his feet flying.
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