Nightfall Chapter 12: A broken temple outside Yangzhou city

Outside the city of Yangzhou, the Fuchun River has the most beautiful scenery, while the Slender Lake in the city has the best scenery. It is already summer, and the lotus leaves on the lake are like fields, and the lakeside willow trees are shaded. It is indescribably quiet and pleasant.

The *zhao song and dance troupe who went to the Xiling Temple to participate in the Guangming Festival, as in previous years, still lived in the Song Clan Courtyard by the Slender Lake, and the atmosphere was as depressed and low as the previous years.

The one who came to send the invitation was the Cui Clan’s four-manager that year. This man-in-charge did not put his hand behind his back and concealed his severed fingers, but placed it in front of him calmly, as if he wanted these from The girls in Chang'an can see clearly how they have been hurt because of them.

Three years ago, *recruited to Lanke Temple to participate in the Yulan Festival. It coincided with the 100th birthday of the old man Cui, and the Cui family wanted *to offer a piece of neon clothes that had been lost. Ning Que wrote a letter, and the arrogant four-man has broken a few fingers and suffered a lot of clerks.

With the passage of time, many things have changed. Today, the Cui Faction’s invitation is to invite * to Cui Yuan by the Fuchun River to celebrate the birthday of the patriarch Cui Shi, and still specify that they should offer a piece of neon clothes. Xiaocao, who was able to greet each other quietly and arrogantly last time, is now becoming more and more low-key. Now Qinghe County is no longer a genus of Datang, and the reputation of the academy is not enough to ensure the safety of the girls.

Xiling looked at the priest of Xiling Temple beside him. The priest seemed to have heard nothing. Although the order he received was to bring the *recruitment back to the Kingdom of Xiling, it did not mean that he did not want to see it. These proud Tang girls were humiliated in Qinghe County.

Looking at the young lady receiving the invitation, the Cui family's fourth manager smiled with satisfaction, gently stroked her itchy severed finger, and walked out of the Song Family Courtyard with her head up.

When I came to the street of Yangzhou City, there was a noise entering the small sedan chair with a blue curtain. The four directors frowned slightly, raised the car curtain and said in a deep voice, "What is Master Tang doing there?"

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Ning Que and Wang Jinglue returned to Yangzhou City. They wore straw hats and looked like ordinary people. They didn't make any difference or arouse anyone's suspicion.

Walking on the street, Ning Que suddenly stopped and looked up at the Qinghe Post Office written on the plaque. He couldn’t help but remember that this place was also called Datang Post Office. Sangsang sent it to Weicheng. Silver ticket.

Before he had time to sigh, his attention was drawn to the noise of the street. He and Wang Jinglue walked over and took a look. They saw a crowd of young people dressed up like scholars. One of them was talking loudly, while the others were glaring at the armed sects who maintained order. After standing in the crowd and listening for a while, Ning Que knew that the young man who was talking loudly turned out to be a child of Cui Fong.

The Young Master Cui waved his arms and looked at the Yan people or Nanjin people who were arrogant on the street, and said angrily: "Why should we Tang people want foreigners to be arrogant in our own land? Last night? Why was the deacon of the temple who injured the little girl sent out of Yangzhou City today?"

The children of the various clans who were holding the sabre looked a little hesitant, and some people in the crowd refuted his opinions angrily. Finally, the argument came naturally to whether Qinghe people were Tang people or not.

"What blasphemy against Haotian? This is all part of the Xiling Temple! Who can prove? I, Cui Huasheng, was born in Tang, and I have been proud for more than 20 years, but now I want to say that I am not a Tang, want me to be like those People from Nanjin and Yan people go to be humble dogs, why should I agree!"

The crowd gradually calmed down. Ning Que looked on with cold eyes and found that this named Cui Huasheng and the young people beside him were actually the children of the cliques, confirming that there are indeed many people in Qinghe County who are interested in Datang, especially These are the young people who are not blinded by the moss courtyard wall.

At this moment, the crowd gradually divided, and a blue curtain sedan came in. The four officials of the Cui clan lifted the curtain and got off the sedan chair and looked at Cui Huasheng in a cold voice and said, "Master Tang, your cousin and uncle, and hundreds of lives of my Qinghe surnames, will be buried in the guild hall in Chang'an City. Think of yourself as a Tang Chinese?"

When Cui Huasheng saw this person, he was slightly startled, then pale and sad and said: "My wife's family Qiu was annihilated by you last fall, and the family of more than forty people died without seeing the corpse. It was my nephew who was only four years old and was You killed, my brother was the prefect of the prefecture, and was beaten to death by you with a stick. According to your opinion, if I still claim to be the children of the Qinghe surnames, how can I meet them with a face?"

Si Guanshi's face became more gloomy, and said: "Master Tang, you should know that this is my great wish for Qinghe for a thousand years, and there will be no possibility of turning around again after the matter, why are you so obsessed?"

Cui Huasheng sternly shouted: "I am so obsessed, what can you do with me? Qinghe today is a land without a country, a land without laws, can you still cure my sin?"

The four stewards said in a cold voice: "There are no laws, and there are clan rules. Come here, I **** Master Tang and sent it to the ancestral hall to be dealt with by the clan!"

When the voice fell, many people rushed out of the crowd, kicked the young people to the ground, tied them tightly with twine, tied them to wooden sticks, and walked towards the clan shrine outside the city.

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It is still the beautiful Fuchun River.

Ning Que didn’t realize until this time that there were a lot of bamboo cages on the riverside, probably used to soak the pig cage. For countless years, I don’t know how many men and women were drowned alive in the beautiful rich. I don't know how many souls there are in the soft and beautiful water plants in the spring river.

He stood on the bank of the river looking at the water plants, listening to the sound of sticks and the applause of the people from the Cui Clan's ancestral hall behind, the emotion on his face did not change, and it took a long time to turn around.

There are nearly a thousand people around the ancestral hall. Cui Huasheng was dressed in white, his face was pale, covered in blood, and he was dying on the pole outside the ancestral hall, seeming to die at any time.

Wang Jinglue walked back to him.

Ning Que said: "Applause does not necessarily mean that everyone agrees with Cui's disposal. It's just that Cui Hua is a high-ranking son, but today he was beaten into such a miserable manner except for his coat. People watching are naturally happy."

Wang Jinglue was startled, and said: "I have heard some news. Cui Huasheng is indeed a serious son of the Cui Clan. He married the Qiu clan, but the Qiu clan of Ruyang Zhizhou Qiu Fangwu **. On the day of the rebellion, the Qiu family was destroyed by the rebels. At that time, the Qiu family was in her natal family and died on the spot."

Ning Que said: "The so-called people's mind must be stabilized before they can win. The Cui Faction does not hesitate to let his children die, but to use blood to silence the people of Qinghe County."

Wang Jinglue asked softly: "If so, can we save it?"

Ning Que said: "This man loves his wife very much, and it is painful to live now."

Wang Jinglue said: "At least he should not suffer pain while he is alive."

Ning Que said: "There are still two fateful realms by the Fuchun River. I will not take risks for this person. Of course... If he can survive this time, or be useful in the future."

After saying this, he turned and left the ancestral hall.

He looked at the opposite bank of the Fuchun River and felt the faint fluctuations in the formations of those manors, thinking that it is indeed a place with a history longer than the academy, and the background should not be underestimated.

There are two people on the Fuchun River who know their lives. This does not make him feel afraid, but if you want to do it, there will be a lot of movement, then everyone will know that he has left Chang'an.

At least before entering the Kingdom of Xiling, he can't let people know that he has left Chang'an, otherwise the strong practitioners all over the world will try to kill him.

And after all, he signed a peace treaty with Xiling Temple to ensure the safety of Qinghe County. If he kills too many people here, the Temple will not be able to endure it forever. Before dealing with the alcoholic and the butcher in the academy-these two knives that have always hung over Datang's head, he has many things he can't do.

But there are some things he can and should do.

As Yang Erxi said, what can the Tang people do besides killing people when they go to Qinghe County?

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Ning Que did not enter Yangzhou City this time.

He stood in the woods outside the road, looking at the official riding a white horse, and was silent.

The official was very young, with a gentle and quiet demeanor. There were dozens of subordinates and sergeants guarding him. He still did not forget to wave to the people of Qinghe County on the road, and drew cheers.

In Ning Que's eyes, this young official was ridiculous, because the official uniform he wore was obviously still of Datang standard, but some details were changed, which seemed a bit funny.

Because Ning Que always thinks this person is funny, because his name is Zhong Dajun.

"On the day of the rebellion, he made the greatest contribution, and he was the son of Chengshou in Yangzhou, so he gained a lot of benefits afterwards. If Qinghe County announces the founding of the nation, it is estimated that he will be knighted."

Wang Jinglue looked at Zhong Dajun and said.

The greater the meritorious service during the rebellion, the more Tang people were killed. The officials at all levels in Yangzhou were deceived to the city guard mansion by this person and then hacked to death with an ambushing knife and axe.

Ning Que looked at Zhong Dajun’s hand holding the reins, and said, "Kill him, and I will leave. You will be ready in Yangzhou City. I will be back in a month at most."

There is a ruined temple outside Yangcheng Prefecture, which is also the only temple.

Suddenly two monks came to this ruined temple. One of them had a dark complexion and a quiet manner, while the other monk had blind eyes and looked depressed and silent.

Ning Que entered the ruined temple along with the dusk.

He looked at the dark-skinned monk with a slight smile, and said: "Brother, it's been a long time."

This monk is the current sea-watching monk at Lanke Temple

The sea monk looked at him and sighed and said: "Everyone in the world is waiting for you to come out of Chang'an, so that you can kill you. Who would have thought that you actually came out."

Ning Que said: "Senior brother has been doing repairs in recent years, didn't he also break out of the temple?"

The sea monk said: "Xiling Temple will hold a light festival, and Washan will always go to one person."

Ning Que said: "I want to see the excitement too."

Only then did the monk know that he was going to Xiling, shocked that he didn't know how to speak.

Ning Que looked at the direction behind the palace and asked: "How is he?"

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