The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Chapter 410

When Pei Che was mentioned, the two smiled at each other in tacit understanding.

After the three of them drank together last time, their relationship became much closer. Song Guanzhou became more casual and asked about Pei Che's whereabouts. Lin Shan shook his head and said, "The Third Young Master is now traveling around at leisure. He really goes wherever he wants. I don't know."

Song Guanzhou was full of envy. "That's good. I have never seen a map of our territory, so I don't know how much territory Dalong has, but I think it's quite a lot. I think it's great that Third Brother can travel all over Dalong."

It is better than committing evil and falling into depravity.

Lin Shan nodded, "The previous emperor expanded the territory, and now the emperor is working hard to govern the country. Naturally, the territory is not small. But the road is bumpy and we have to cross mountains and ridges. Last time, you saw that the third young master was very thin."

"That's natural. They slept in the open air all the way. I saw that both the master and the servant claimed to be disciples of Buddhism. They must have been lacking in oil and water and meat. It's natural that they can't get enough nutrition in the long run."

Nutritionist He?

Lin Shan was puzzled.

But Song Guanzhou brushed it off lightly and turned to comfort Linshan, "Don't worry, the two of us did a lot of persuasion last time. He is not short of money, so he stops at every stop to recuperate. If he walks more and sees more, he will naturally become clear-headed."

If you can't let go, just let it go.

Hehua also called the little monk to bring hot tea, and the two of them simply set up the chess game. Linshan was more skilled, so it was more than enough for him to deal with a poor chess player like Song Guanzhou.

But after several rounds of killing, Song Guanzhou still covered his eyes and couldn't bear to watch.

"Linshan, you are stewing the frogs over a slow fire, which makes my death even more painful." Hearing this, Hehua quickly spat three times, "My dear madam, this is a sacred place for Buddhism, please don't try to die!"

Whoops!

Song Guanzhou snorted, "In front of the Buddha, one should be more open-minded in facing life and death."

"What the donor said is absolutely right! Buddhism does not shy away from life and death, but it is just that it is more indifferent and calm than other people."

Following the sound, I saw an old man in a gray monk's robe slowly walking towards the corner of the corridor. If he was a monk, he had an inch of white hair on his head. If he was not a monk, looking at the monk's robe and the Buddhist beads in his hand, he did not seem to be a pure layman.

Song Guanzhou looked at Linshan, and Linshan shook his head slightly. He had never seen it either.

The old man had a kind face and gentle eyes. He walked up to him. Lin Shan stood up and greeted him. Song Guanzhou nodded slightly and pointed to his legs and feet. "Please forgive me, old sir. I have injured my legs and feet. I am rude."

"Thank you for your kindness, benefactor. I was watching the rain in Tingfeng Pavilion, but I heard the three of you talking about hand-to-hand combat here, so I became interested and hastily disturbed you."

Song Guanzhou waved his hand, "Please sit down, old sir. We are sorry to disturb your peace and quiet. Watching the rain is a quiet and elegant thing, but ordinary people like us have messed it up."

She has a pretty face and eyes like stars. When she closes her eyes, all her brilliance is gone, but once she opens them, they are dazzling and unparalleled.

Linshan took the liberty to step forward and helped the old man to sit down.

Song Guanzhou personally picked up the kettle and poured hot tea. The old man was not stiff. He thanked him and took a sip of the cup. "Is this tea from Jiangzhou Xiao family?"

Hey!

"Old man, you have good eyesight. Are you used to eating this?"

The old gentleman stroked the few remaining white beards and nodded, "It's a natural habit. I have liked Jiangzhou tea for many years, especially the spring tea that Xiao Hongli personally prepared. After so many years, it still leaves a lingering fragrance on my lips and teeth."

It turned out to be an old friend.

Song Guanzhou's eyebrows relaxed. "May I ask your honorific title, old sir? The Xiao clan leader you mentioned is my husband's uncle."

"My name is Hong Zhao."

When Lin Shan heard this, he turned his head and looked over, unable to help but exclaim, "Master Hong Zhao? Are you the great monk who discussed Taoism and Buddhism with Mr. Jiang Qu for seven days?"

"This gentleman has also heard that Mr. Liu Zhi and I were in a good mood and just had a good debate."

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Yu Cheng, San Bing and Si Ding changed out of their straw raincoats and hats, entered Long'en Temple, and went their separate ways.

"When there are few people, take action. Don't say anything. When you succeed, leave."

When it comes to real murder, who would bother to argue for a long time? They are all ruthless people. After hearing the words from the eldest girl today, Yu Cheng has nothing to worry about.

The three of them suppressed their murderous aura and acted like ordinary pilgrims, tracking Song Guanzhou in the Buddhist temple.

The young monk cleaned the Buddhist hall for the women in the mansion early in the morning. He also cleared out the pilgrims and unimportant chores from the places where they needed to kneel and worship, and also had people guarding the gate of the courtyard.

In addition to monks, there were also servants from the government offices as guards.

Yu Cheng and his two companions found this place, found a secret place, and went inside.

Listening to the sound of chanting, they peeked into the courtyard from a high place. Mrs. Mei, Xiao Yinxiu, led everyone to kneel and worship, and then filed out.

Pei Chen and his men followed behind him. There were dozens of male and female masters and servants, and they marched towards the Guanyin Bodhisattva. San Bing asked in a low voice, "Boss, who are these colorful people from the Song family?"

The target this time is just Song Guanzhou.

Yu Cheng squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and finally saw the face among the group of women. He was about to point it, but suddenly realized that Song's legs were broken, so how could it be possible that the person in front of him could walk well?

No! This is Song Guanzhou's cousin, Xu Lingqiao, who was personally sent to Qingmei Garden by him.

What a lucky fate.

Yu Cheng pointed at Xu Lingqiao and said, "The woman in the green clothes is Song's cousin. Song looks about 50% like her. You two should remember this clearly."

Si Ding nodded, "Don't worry, Boss. I have met the Song family once."

"where?"

"A study."

Yu Cheng tilted his head and asked San Bing, "Do you remember it?"

San Bing looked at it carefully for a while before nodding his head. "He's so weak, it shouldn't be a problem. My brothers and I will tie him up and leave. We will cut his neck with a knife and throw him into the dry well we came from. We will do it without anyone noticing. No one will know."

"Okay, you don't have to go back. You two brothers can take the money and go back to the underworld. I will meet you two later."

The three of them hid under the eaves, talking and watching. When everyone had left, they did not see the lame Song Guanzhou.

"Not here?"

San Bing was a little uncertain, and Yu Cheng shook his head, "The letter from the mansion cannot be wrong. I'm afraid that the Song family was sneaky and lazy in front of the Buddha, so they hid somewhere else."

The women of the mansion evacuated the kneeling hall, and Yu Cheng and his companions followed the same route out. Yu Cheng asked two of them to search separately, while he disguised himself as a pilgrim and knelt devoutly at the place where the women of the mansion had just knelt.

He was a man of short build, but he didn't look like a wealthy man.

After the monks chanted, he knelt three times and kowtowed nine times as usual. At the end, he stood up and took out a tael of silver. He said, "I am just a farmer. My wife is seriously ill and difficult to treat. I really have no money to help her. I have come to ask the Buddha for mercy and save my wife's life."

His face was filled with sorrow and he spoke in a sad voice.

I, a young monk, didn't know the depth of the situation. I just put my hands together, said "Amitabha" repeatedly, and imitated my master to comfort him. Yu Cheng followed his words, "I just entered the door and almost bumped into a noble person. I wonder if the young master can tell me which noble person that is? I saw that the lady in charge has a kind face, so I thought I would ask for help, maybe I can--"

The rest of the words could not be uttered because of sobbing.

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