A guess is a guess.
Yang Lin actually didn't pay much attention to Wei Wuji's arrival.
He knew that no matter which force extended its tentacles, it actually greatly underestimated himself.
Whether to do it too intensely or not, in general, it also depends on whether the person knows what is interesting.
No matter what, no matter how strong the other party is and no matter how tough his background is, he still has to follow some basic laws.
Thinking of Wei Zheng killing an old Jinghe dragon, he had to find a reason to kill the old dragon for violating the rules of heaven.
It can be seen from this incident that no matter which side the master is, under the suppression of this world and the Central Plains barrier, they cannot do whatever they want.
You can't do anything for no reason.
Even if you want to take action, you have to do it in a normal way, such as getting the court's order, or raising troops to put down a rebellion, etc...
In other words, no matter who wants to deal with a high-level official like himself, he must first remove himself from his official position. If he cannot do this and cannot find evidence of overt malfeasance, then he can only do it quietly. Come on, do it secretly.
"So, the new Sima is here to grab my pigtails. It should not be the original intention of the high-ranking person in the court. He may be a Buddhist who can't stand it anymore. Of course, he may also be a Taoist.
Now that Taoism and Buddhism are joining forces to promote some things, they may be willing to see the incompetent Jiangzhou governor and the pigs being fattened day by day, but they are not willing to see a parent official who has a good official reputation and is loved and respected by others. "
"Of course, the other party doesn't necessarily need the Lord of Jiangzhou to get in the way. It doesn't really matter if he just finds a charge and throws me, a fake high official, into a corner, and then waits until eighteen years to question him again. .”
"But, haven't these people ever thought that this Jiangzhou governor is actually very, very big?"
After figuring this out, Yang Lin couldn't help but laugh.
He actually didn't understand why when Chen Guangrui was awarded the first prize, he was directly given to a high-ranking official from the provincial governor. This was just nonsense.
You know, Jiangzhou is Shangzhou, and the official rank usually goes up one to two ranks. He is now a fourth-rank official. If he goes up one level, he can almost serve as the head of the Sixth Department when he goes to Chang'an. If he goes up one level, He can barely be prime minister.
Moreover, compared with later officials of the same level, he had greater power. He not only controlled the military, but also controlled the civil affairs. He even basically controlled the appointment and dismissal of personnel.
With soldiers, money, and food in hand, he is completely the embryo of a warlord.
No wonder, later, the little Tang Monk's life experience was revealed. As the prime minister, Yin Kaishan personally led 100,000 elite soldiers to capture the fake Lord of Jiangzhou. This was tantamount to a big battle. It can be seen that the power of the Jiangzhou Governor was How big.
You said that a poor scholar, who had just passed the first prize, got such an official status.
Totally unreasonable.
It can only be said that in the world of gods and demons, everything does not follow common sense and is extremely ridiculous.
But it was this absurd situation that gave Yang Lin a lot of room for independent operation.
Since the imperial court wants to send someone to mix sand, let him do it.
If you want to destroy your own beliefs and eliminate your influence among the people, it actually doesn't matter.
They thought they valued this collection of beliefs, but they didn’t know that what they valued most was actually not their beliefs. The Number One God had already reached the late fifth level. Even if they didn’t have many beliefs, if they kept accumulating like this, it wouldn’t take long for them to reach the next level. The critical point of sixth level divine power is almost enough.
Of course it's good to have it. No one would object to having too much power, which is not good enough. The excess faith power can also be purified with martial arts orders and used to increase the mana of the deity and break through the realm bit by bit.
If not, it’s not too much, it will only waste a little practice time at most.
The most important thing is that no one can take away the merits of governing a place and ensuring peace.
As long as you sit in the position of governor, the merits of hundreds of thousands of living people belong to you, and no one can take them away.
Serving as an official for one term brings benefit to one party.
This is also the way most officials in this world practice.
When people are suffering, they will be sincere, reverent to the government, and hope to receive help. At this time, no matter what you do to make their lives better, you will naturally gain faith.
When the people are stable and peaceful, they have no need to seek outside help, no reverence, and no sincerity. Then they have no faith, but they still have merit.
Anyway, no matter whether the people are suffering or not, sincere or dishonest, he will not lose anything.
Compared to Wei Wuji's arrival, he was more concerned about Yin Wenjiao's mental state.
This woman has been in bed for three days and doesn't want to eat or drink.
Today, the weather was sunny, and she seemed to know that continuing like this was not an option. She forced herself to get up, ate some rice porridge, and took out some children's clothes to dry.
After basking in the sun, she stood in a daze, lost in thought, and slowly began to shed tears again.
Seeing this, Yang Lin was worried that she would cry her eyes out.
The two maids serving next to him were trembling and frightened at this time, and they did not dare to say a word.
They all knew that a few days ago, when the little master was still there, the atmosphere at home was completely different.
However, for some reason, when the wife went out for a trip, the young master disappeared.
No one dared to ask or think too much.
These people know the rules.
However, many servants were extra careful in their work, fearing that something would happen, and they would get caught up in their master's anger and lose their lives.
Yin Wenjiao's face was as white as snow. Standing in the sun, she didn't feel hot at all. She glanced at the two maids who were secretly wiping their sweat, waved them away, and then raised her head to look at Yang Lin.
"Master, do you think the monk will treat Xiaobao badly or abuse him? What if he is hungry?"
"No, the Bodhisattva does not give the child to the monk for abuse. Not only will Monk Faming not treat the little one badly, but he will also offer it as an ancestor."
Yang Lin smiled bitterly. Apart from a bitter smile, he basically didn't know what expression to use to face Yin Wenjiao.
Monk Faming would indeed not abuse little Tang Monk.
However, he will be raised like a pig.
Look, what does Tang Seng look like as an adult?
Apart from Buddhist classics, debates and interpretations, almost everything else is incomprehensible.
He neither understands the human heart nor the world.
It's unbelievably pedantic.
The most frightening thing is that Tang Monk has become a fanatical follower of Buddha...
As you can imagine, he has been completely brainwashed since he was very young, and his mind can no longer accommodate anything else, only Buddha, only precepts...
"How about we don't want him to be raised? Let's raise it ourselves. There are no women in the temple. How do those rough guys know how to take care of children?"
Yin Wenjiao said sadly.
She regretted it.
Yes.
I started regretting it even before I came back that day.
I regretted throwing my child into the river.
Of course, it was the moment she discovered that Yang Lin did not murder the child.
It was also the moment when Yang Lin told her the truth.
"What evil have I done? I threw the child away."
Every time she thought about this, she felt very uncomfortable.
She didn't know why, but those days she was like a ghost, thinking about throwing away the child.
"Actually, even if you don't throw it away, someone might steal the child one day, which would make it even more uncomfortable."
Yang Lin's face was indifferent, but his voice seemed a little cold.
"Think about it and know that most people can let the Bodhisattva personally go out and have the Antarctic Immortal follow him to protect him? You can't keep the child, and I can't keep it either."
"Master, you are so strong, who can steal our little treasure?"
Yin Wenjiao calmed down a bit and took a long breath, showing hatred on her face.
"If anyone else is forced to stay, Monk Faming or the monks from Jinshan Temple will come to seize it.
No matter what means these people use, I am not afraid, but what if the Bodhisattva and the Immortal take action personally? "
Don't say it's impossible for this kind of thing to happen.
It is entirely possible that no matter how strong he is, his two fists will not be able to defeat four hands. Gods and Buddhas are everywhere in the sky, and he can only watch. There may be many changes. He may not even know where the little Tang Monk has gone. No one knows anymore.
"Now, at least I can know where he is, and I can go and see him from time to time. When he gets older and can run out of Jinshan Temple on his own, I can take you to see him."
"Damn Fa Ming."
Yin Wenjiao seemed to have figured it out and gritted her teeth.
She is inherently smart, well-educated, knows how to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she can even be a female celebrity, and she has even practiced martial arts.
Not an ignorant woman.
After thinking about it carefully, I realized that I really couldn't save the child.
The opponent's status is too high and his strength is too strong.
The scheming people come silently, making it difficult to prevent and hide.
He fell into it step by step, and threw the child away on his own initiative, without even having the slightest suspicion.
"Can you kill him?"
Yin Wenjiao didn't even dare to think about taking revenge on the Bodhisattva and the Immortal.
However, she hated Monk Faming, the person who presided over it, and she felt uncomfortable when she saw that he was raising his own children.
Like a bone in the throat.
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