Chapter 67

So far, his plans have gone smoothly. The old monk, Cihang, is the only Abbot in Luoyang who can be paid with money. Although Lingguang temple is an ancient temple, it is in disrepair for a long time. Master Cihang has repeatedly implicitly asked the nobles in the city to get married. However, these noble children have higher eyes than the top and only recognize famous temples such as white horse temple. Few people pay attention to this remote and difficult small temple with simple Buddhist temple. So when Xue Jiu carried real gold and silver into Tzu Hang's meditation room, Tzu hang didn't even fight, so he decided to follow Xue Jiu's lead.

Dealing with the Yang family is not as difficult as expected. Mrs. Yang's family was worried that her two sons were going to war. Tzu hang, who became rich overnight, was transformed from a cloth Abbot into an old Zen master in the style of a national master. Mrs. Yang, who asked a few questions at the gate of Yang's house, was convinced of him.

First of all, ask her if someone at home has suddenly gone crazy recently.

Then he asked her if someone in the house had come back from the dead.

In order to successfully marry the Zhao family, only a few core figures and core servants of the Yang family knew about Yang Yiyi's sudden death and survival, and no outsiders knew about it. Pan Zhuqing also knew through the green pearl.

So Mrs. Yang was surprised, but she was also curious about this luxurious old Zen master. After going to the mansion to talk about scriptures and Taoism, Cihang turned to the two strange things before Yang's mansion.

"Old Zen master, do you think there is something strange in these things?"

"To tell you the truth, I just passed by your house and felt a little uneasy..."

"Master, you may as well speak frankly!"

Cihang itself is a good talker. In addition, pan Zhuqing secretly pointed out behind the scenes through Xue Jiu's mouth. A few words made her believe that there was a demon disaster in the house. But he didn't say who the evil spirit was, but said it was hidden in the mansion, and it was very likely to be bad for the two young masters who were about to graduate.

As soon as she heard that it was related to her son's wealth and life, Mrs. Yang could no longer sit still. Drag the old monk to help her find a way to catch demons. Tzu hang told Mrs. Yang the plot Xue Jiu taught him.

On the day of catching the demon, the Yang family and others rushed to Yang's house with a blank face. They all knew that it was not Yang Guodong's birthday. Everyone was worried that either Yang Guodong was old and confused, or something happened at home and it was inconvenient to speak clearly. In short, Gong Yueyue was the only one who really came forward with a congratulatory gift to congratulate the old man on his birthday. It goes without saying who is the so-called evil.

In order not to arouse Gong Yueyue's suspicion, pan Zhuqing did not immediately take her away from Cihang, but asked Xue jiuphen to instruct the old monk to properly place her. When the time was ripe, he would arrange a drama of hero saving the United States. Unexpectedly, Tian Hai of the Zhao family fled unexpectedly, which led him to decide to advance the plan to rescue the beauty a few days, so as not to make trouble for Zhao Changyuan.

Xue Jiu's hurried footsteps interrupted pan Zhuqing's thoughts“ Young master, things are bad. "

When pan Zhuqing saw him running back alone, he knew there was a problem and motioned him to go on.

"My subordinates rushed along the road from Lingguang temple to Qingshui nunnery. When they met the escorted monks, it was too late. Someone had taken the lead, wounded the monks and took the young lady away."

Pan Zhuqing jumped up from his chair, frowned and asked, "did you ask who did it? Could it be Zhao Changyuan? " If Zhao Changyuan picked him up halfway, he would fall short of success.

Xue Jiu quickly responded: "after listening to the descriptions of the monks, his subordinates thought it would not be general Zhao."

"What did they say?" Pan Zhuqing was a little relieved.

"They said the man was of medium build and had some black skin." Xue Jiu knew Zhao Changyuan, the big, small, white faced general.

"It doesn't seem to be him." Pan Zhuqing just put down his heart and suddenly raised it again: "could it be his men?"

"This subordinate really doesn't know."

Pan Zhuqing frowned and meditated for a long time. Finally, he asked, "is she awake?" Even if he was behind the scenes, he still pulled hard when he heard the painful process of her disaster that day.

"I should still be in a coma." Xue Jiu lowered his head and answered uneasily.

Pan Zhuqing raised his chin and his eyes were full of gloom: "the girl who hit her..." all the insults he had suffered were suppressed in his heart and never vented. This time, someone dared to abuse the person he wanted. He felt he couldn't swallow it.

"My subordinates have solved it. Please rest assured, young master." At this time, there was an innocent "Crazy" girl in the lunatic tower in the suburbs.

"And the old monk of Cihang, I told him to be careful and never let her get hurt, didn't I?" Once pan Zhuqing made up his mind for Yue Yue's tragedy these days, he couldn't help getting angry: "once the wind is over, I don't want to see this man again."

"Yes! My subordinates understand. " Xue Jiu, as his first confidant, sometimes didn't need him to understand what he said, so he knew what he should do. Old monk Cihang knows too much. I'm afraid he doesn't have a long life to live.

"Yes. Whatever method you use, find the lady as soon as possible. " Speaking of this, pan Zhuqing added: "also, send someone to guard the movement of Zhao's house. Come back and tell me as soon as you have news." Do not let Zhao Changyuan's people take her away, otherwise, everything will start again.

"Yes!"

Leaving only pan Zhuqing, she fell into uneasy thoughts alone again.

Facing the lonely moon outside the window lattice, he muttered to himself: "I don't want you to get hurt. Come to me and I will make up for everything you lost."

Just the scene in front of her, she felt a little strange. This is a strange room, neither like a meditation room nor a cell. Outside the door, there seemed to be a noisy market, with the sound of Hawking and bargaining.

She seemed to have slept for several days. Because she didn't eat, her body was weak. She sat herself up from the bed, which consumed almost all her strength.

As soon as she put her feet on the ground, she was anxious to go out, but she stumbled and fell to the ground. The whirling feeling came to her face again. Her head seemed to have suffered a great shock, and she hasn't fully recovered yet.

The sound of her hitting the stool came out of the door. The door was suddenly pushed open and put into a room of morning light.

Hard to raise her head, a pair of men's feet strode in front of her. Before she could raise her head to see who it was, she was helped up by a pair of warm hands from the cold and hard ground.

Dizzy, she was driven back to her bed. It was not easy to stop the rotation of the scene in front of her, and a young man's face appeared in front of her.

It is certain that this man is not a monk. He has hair and wears the clothes of a layman. And it seems familiar.

She tried to search for similar faces with her dizzy brain, and soon she remembered.