Become a legend in Hong Kong

"Dad, listen to my daughter's advice. It's too dangerous above the court. We won't go to the capital before it's too late."

"Yes, my sister is right. Instead of losing your life in vain, it is better to live in seclusion in the mountains. Then the emperor will kill Zhongliang at every turn. If we can't afford to offend him, why can't we hide him?"

In the Zhengqi Villa, the Fu sisters took great pains to persuade Fu Tianchou, hoping that he would give up his loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, go far away, and become a wealthy man who would take care of his life.

Well, if you don’t have money, just plant the land and raise flowers. Being a farmer is better than dying.

Fu Tianqiu lived in the open for many days, eating steamed buns and drinking wine under the service of his two daughters, looking like he had no regrets in his life.

On the left and right, the loyal servants held knives and occupied one side, while Zuo Qianhu and others occupied the other side. He respected Fu Tianchou's ambition to serve the country and was willing to give him one night to enjoy family happiness.

It's definitely not because Liao Wenjie is sitting cross-legged on the roof, with the sword of defeating evil thrust upside down beside him. The murderous aura is filling the air, the evil energy is soaring into the sky, and the red light is soaking in the night sky, making him invincible.

"Qingfeng, Yuechi, I have made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me."

Fu Tianqiu was full of wine and food, and raised his hand to wipe the wine from his beard, still saying the same thing. After studying literature and martial arts, he joined the imperial family. He spent his whole life serving the country. Even if he died to serve the country, he would have fulfilled his wish and he would never regret it.

There were some words that Fu Tianchou didn't say because it would be too sad to say them.

He knew very well that if he went to the capital, there was a 10% chance that he would die without a burial place, and a 90% chance that he would not even be able to see the emperor's face.

But if he doesn't die, it means that the civil servant faction headed by him still has a chance to turn around. It will inevitably suffer another bloody suppression, and the two daughters will not be able to escape the vortex and will be homeless for the rest of their lives.

In exchange for his life, everyone would be safe and sound. No matter what the deal was, if you were lucky enough to meet the emperor, it would be a bloody profit.

"Qingfeng, that Cui Hong... Taoist Cui..."

Fu Tianchou pointed to the top of his head, paused for a long time, and sighed: "It's up to you. However, if he wants to obtain fame, you'd better persuade him to give up and not serve in the court for at least twenty years." official."

Fu Tianchou knows the affairs of the officialdom better than anyone else. There is no general who is always victorious.

Today he was plotted against, and this faction was knocked into the abyss. It didn't matter. After twenty years, the next emperor came to power, and the custody situation was immediately turned upside down.

The treacherous ministers and villains who are favored by the Holy Spirit today will be miserable in the future no matter how proud they are now.

Of course, this has nothing to do with whether he is loyal or traitorous. It is purely because of his high position and stable status that blocks the way of the new emperor.

If you don't want to lose your reputation, resign on your own initiative, otherwise you will be demoted to guard a bitter and cold place on the border. You will be called back ten years later and die on the joyful way back to Beijing, and your red incident will be turned into nothing.

Fu Qingfeng was silent after hearing this. Fu Tianchou seemed to have misunderstood something, but that was not important. She had already made up her mind to use Liao Wenjie's name to scare Zuo Qianhu and other officers and soldiers, and then take the opportunity to knock Fu Tianchou unconscious and take him away.

She didn't understand anything about officialdom. She only knew that her father would die unjustly and there wouldn't even be anyone to collect his body.

Fu Yuechi pouted. A person who jumped in line actually got the approval of his elders first. It was simply too much to bully others.

Everyone has seen that it was my sister who did not respect benevolence, justice and morality first. If someone discovers that her brother-in-law climbed over the wall and sneaked into the sister-in-law's boudoir in the future, it will be her sister's fault.

A soldier rushed into the house and reported: "Master Qianhu, the protector of the country is approaching. He is only two miles away from Zhengqi Villa."

"It's actually the National Preceptor!"

Zuo Qianhu's face was filled with joy. He was worried that the two Taoist priests would interfere with each other and delay the escort. Now that the Imperial Master has arrived, he also has support behind him.

"Master Fu, congratulations."

He turned around, cupped his fists and cupped his hands, and said politely: "Master Imperial Master is highly regarded by Your Majesty. If you can get her help and put in a few good words for you in front of His Majesty, maybe things will turn around for you in the capital this time."

"National Master... Pudu Cihang..."

Fu Tianchou frowned slightly. He knew that this mysterious national master was rare in the world for his great Buddhist teachings. However, because he was deeply immersed in simplicity and seldom appeared in front of officials, he had only seen two sides. His impression was that he was indeed compassionate. face.

Under normal circumstances, Fu Tianchou didn't like people like the 'National Preceptor' very much. There was history to draw lessons from. Such people relied on the emperor's favor and often came up with bad ideas, and every one of them was a disaster.

Moreover, Pudu Cihang took over the affairs of sacrifices in the palace, which overlapped with his position as Minister of Rites. It can be said that he took a lot of power from him. In essence, everyone was still the enemy.

But today is different from the past. He is guilty and wants a chance to survive, and Pudu Cihang's kind words are indispensable.

Who wants to die if he can live?

At least Fu Tianchou didn't want to think about it. If he died while his two daughters were about to get married, wouldn't he be completely advantaged by the smelly Taoist priest on the roof?

Absolutely no, how could the two daughters we finally raised be snatched away by a wolf!

"Although Pudu Cihang took over the affairs of the palace as a substitute, he never interfered with the affairs of the court. He is indeed a virtuous monk. I can't help but ask her for help..."

Fu Tianchou muttered a few words to himself and bowed to Zuo Qianhu: "If this is the case, it will trouble Mr. Qianhu."

"Master Fu, there is no need to be polite. I deeply admire you for your willingness to die to clarify your ambition. Please wait a moment. I will go to see the Imperial Preceptor first. If she is willing, it would be best for you to express your grievances face to face."

"Lord Qianhu, don't worry, I will stay here and won't go back anywhere." Fu Tianchou nodded. He was an old man and understood the meaning of Zuo Qianhu's words.

After Zuo Qianhu left, the two sisters looked at each other and prepared to take action to bring down their old father.

"Dad, look over there, there is..."

"Stop talking, I won't leave. God has mercy on me. Even if I break my words tonight, I will seize this opportunity." Fu Tianchou strode into the camp of officers and soldiers. He knows exactly what his daughter is thinking.

…

"Namo Amitabha~~~"

On the mountain road, Sanskrit sounds are lingering and the meaning is long.

More than ten monks and attendants guarded a lotus platform. They seemed to be walking slowly, but they were extremely fast. They floated from far to near in the blink of an eye.

The lotus platform is covered with flags, and the golden light is rising inside. You can vaguely see the figure sitting cross-legged. It is neither tall nor visible, but it gives people a sense of solemnity.

In other words, even if passers-by cannot see the monk in the sedan chair, their first impression will be that he is an eminent monk.

"I humble myself to pay my respects to the Imperial Master!"

Zuo Qianhu was galloping on his horse and saw the golden light arriving in the distance. He quickly turned over and dismounted, lowered his head and looked up again, and found that the monk team was close at hand.

"Why did Lord Qianhu stop the Dharma sedan?" asked an attendant.

Zuo Qianhu knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Master of the State, I humbly held the position of escorting the prisoner Fu Tianchou, the Minister of Rites, to the capital. Along the way, I saw that he was loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and had no intention of rebellion. I was afraid that he would be framed, so I didn't want to A generation of wise ministers lost their lives in vain, and I came here to intercede for him, hoping that the Imperial Master would give him a chance to meet and express his grievances."

"It's good, it's good. Qian Hu has a good intention. It's really wrong to kill Zhongliang by mistake. But a poor monk is an outsider and it's not easy to interfere in the affairs of the court. Even if Mr. Fu has grievances, the poor monk can't help him." came from the lotus platform. Pudu Cihang’s helpless voice.

"Please also ask the Imperial Master to show mercy."

"It's not that the poor monk doesn't want mercy, it's just that there are other important things on this trip."

Pudu Cihang said slowly: "The poor monk passed by this mountain and saw a red light rising into the sky, and the evil spirit lingered. He guessed that there must be an evil spirit here, so he came here specially to bring down it with the supreme Dharma."

"I see!"

Zuo Qianhu looked thoughtful and nodded seriously: "To be honest, there are two Taoist priests at Zhengqi Villa ahead, and one of them, Taoist Cui, is also here to subjugate the demon. He said that there is a great demon that is harming the people, and there will be a battle tonight. , thanks to the arrival of the national master, the two of them will be able to defeat the big demon together."

"besides……"

Zuo Qianhu struggled for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "So that the Imperial Master will know that the soaring red light is Taoist Master Cui's magic weapon. Although he has evil tendencies, he himself is not an evil heretic. If the Imperial Master meets him, You must not hurt one of your own, and end up taking advantage of the monster."

"Amitabha---"

Pudu Cihang shouted the Buddha's name and sighed: "In today's world, evil spirits prevail and righteousness is not apparent. Too many people do not know right from wrong and do not distinguish between good and evil. The poor monk thought that a thousand households with sincerity can avoid evil spirits, but the result is still difficult Escape from this!"

"Master Imperial Master, what do you mean by this?"

A flash of panic flashed in Zuo Qianhu's eyes. He guessed the answer in his heart and couldn't believe it.

Although Liao Wenjie's magic weapon is strange, his spells are strange, his words and deeds are strange, and he is evil from beginning to end. He also secretly helps the Fu sisters and obstructs the court's affairs, but he believes that he is a good Taoist priest...

Wait, something seems wrong!

Zuo Qianhu was speechless for a moment. Why would he think that such an evil Taoist priest was a good person?

No, I've been hit by evil magic!

"It's good, it's good. It's not too late to mend the situation. Thousands of families who have lost their way have found their way back. It's really gratifying. You go with the poor monk and wait for the poor monk to use the supreme Buddha's method to save the demon and let him show his original form."

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Zhengqi Villa.

Liao Wenjie was sitting cross-legged on the roof, with the Sword of Victory inserted upside down beside him. Next to him was Zhiqiu Yiye, who was squatting with nothing to do, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, waiting for the sky to get dark again to count the stars.

"Brother Cui, I'm almost asleep. Why hasn't the peerless demon you mentioned come yet?"

"Right now."

Liao Wenjie opened his eyes, and the red light shot out three feet away, looking at the group of monks slowly walking towards the end of the mountain road.

"Wow, it's so golden. Aren't you tired, monk?"

Zhiqiu Yiye whispered in a low voice that the monk was too high-profile, but he was different. In order to prevent the women in the world from being obsessed with his male lust, he deliberately became disgraced every day and never looked at others with a handsome face.

He felt that Liao Wenjie should be able to understand his difficulties, otherwise, he would not wear a mask all day long.

"Namo Amitabha!"

A second ago, the monk team was still a hundred meters away. In the blink of an eye, they had arrived in front of the gate of Zhengqi Villa. The flags were pulled out and Pudu Cihang slowly walked down the lotus platform.

Female! ?

Liao Wenjie was slightly startled when he saw Pudu Cihang's appearance. He had always thought that the other person was a monk, but it turned out to be a master.

Regardless of whether the giant centipede of Pudu Cihang is female or male, the skin she is wearing is indeed a master's wife.

"The donor is polite, the poor monk Pudu Cihang."

"This monster, poor Taoist Cui Hongjian, you should be polite."

When the two met, Pudu Cihang had a kind smile on his slightly older face. In comparison, Liao Wenjie wore a mask and spoke not only in a sinister tone, but also in a sinister tone.

Who is righteous and who is evil is clear at a glance!

Zuo Qianhu couldn't sit still and pointed his sword at Liao Wenjie: "Taoist Cui, I see that although you act erratically, you never forget to save people and never harm the world... At least I don't see you harming the world. If you have no choice but to do so, In front of the National Preceptor today, maybe she can help you out of your suffering."

"It's so good, it's so good. You put down your butcher's knife and became a Buddha immediately. Thousands of families really have the root of wisdom." Pudu Cihang nodded happily.

"???"

Liao Wenjie tilted his head. This Zuo Qianhu didn't seem to have a very bright mind.

He sighed: "In today's world, evil prevails and righteousness is not apparent. Too many people do not know right from wrong and do not know good from evil. I thought you, Zuo Qianhu, were full of passion and evil energy, and even monsters and monsters had to retreat, but in the end it was still impossible to escape. This calamity!"

Zuo Qianhu: "..."

For those of you who are practicing Buddhism, do you have the same set of scripts passed down from your ancestors?