Yang Lin finally understood what Taoist Zhaoyang meant by retreating and not attacking again.

He turned to look at the sad-looking monk Chengkong beside him, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

The great monk's body had been slashed by the light of the sword. He had already closed his mouth and not even a few drops of blood had been shed. It was obvious that he was not unable to fight again.

But he had no idea of ​​taking action again.

"If Master doesn't take action, doesn't he worry about the lives of the monks in Mount Wutai?"

"The matter has come to this, and there is no point in worrying. Even if we desperately try to keep the benefactor, we can't bring the emperor back to life.

This calamity cannot be avoided or stopped, it will come when it comes."

"Free and easy."

Yang Lin smiled.

He thought it was very interesting that there were masters from two sects, one Buddha and one sect.

It is understandable that one would obey orders and be willing to be a hawk or a dog...

Because the entire sect is in the hands of others. If they want to survive, live well, and let the sect flourish, they have no right to think about the hatred between family and country, or the differences between China and Yi.

To put it simply, if you have breasts, you are a mother.

Previous behavior undoubtedly confirms this.

When the emperor was still alive, they tried their best to prevent the assassination, in order to achieve meritorious service.

When the hate was done and they could no longer protect their sect, they were able to adapt to the wind and become extremely fast.

Presumably, what these two people wanted at this time was to retain their usefulness, dismiss their disciples, and hide in the mountains.

Because no matter what the fate of Yang Lin, the assassin.

After all, the emperor's death has become a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed.

Their ending has already been decided.

Failure to protect yourself will lead to death.

Others don't care what your reasons are. Letting the emperor die in front of your eyes is the biggest sin.

As long as the Manchus are still in power in this world, they will no longer have any chance of survival.

But it is very regrettable that the Manchus will really continue to make the decision in this world.

Even if a Han is invited to be the emperor, he will not be able to sit safely.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, war broke out and the Manchus entered the pass.

Regardless of whether the world can be achieved with the right words or not, the people's minds are determined that this is a fait accompli.

There are such a large number of people who don't worry too much about who the emperor is, is he a Han?

As long as you give them food and keep them alive, even if the emperor is a pig or a dog, he will live forever.

The needs of the people have always been so simple.

As for those people with lofty ideals and the underground forces who opposed the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty, they actually had no place at all.

It's okay to cause damage.

However, if they are really allowed to govern the world and win over the people, it is nonsense.

It doesn't matter if the emperor dies. Aren't the officials of the imperial court still there?

Believe it or not, an emperor will be elected the next day.

Even if all the Aixinjueluo clan are dead, there are still Niuhulu clan, Wanyan clan, Tongjia Fucha clan, etc. who can still be emperors.

This is not to blame for their slavish surname.

But because.

These high-ranking officials had to ride horses, and their interests had been linked to the Manchu nobles.

It involves a century-old plan and family inheritance, and they absolutely do not want to see the Manchus fall.

This is true for everyone in the court, but what about the civilian scholars and wealthy businessmen?

In fact, this is also true.

Same reason.

If it were the Han people who took over the world, how could they survive by selling their ancestors for glory and groveling?

In other words, how can we maintain our current wealth and splendor?

Are you stupid enough to let others do the reckoning?

There really are such people, but they cannot reach high-ranking positions. Those fools are staying among the anti-thief forces and are about to die.

Everything in the world is for profit.

All the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit...

That's how ironic it is.

"I do have an idea."

Yang Lin turned his head and looked around, with a leisurely attitude.

It seems that he has not seen the strong bow and crossbow that is about to be triggered.

And Yinbu, the commander of the imperial army who was shouting sadly and attacking wildly with a sword...

Arrows whizzed past him one by one.

Nailed on wooden walls and pillars, there is a sound.

"what idea?"

Taoist Zhaoyang's eyes lit up.

"Since the left and right are not immune to disaster, and everyone is in the same situation, why don't you see what I do, and if you want to break the situation, give me a helping hand."

Yang Lin said a word lightly, not caring whether the two agreed or not. He floated and put the long knife in Yinbu's hand.

Grabbing the knife in his hand, he dragged the knife and slashed back, and a head rose into the sky.

The arrows then stabilized and became sparse.

Obviously, these elite soldiers also understood.

At this moment, even if they continue to fight desperately, no matter whether they can kill the assassin or not, they are already going to die.

Moreover, it is the most disgraceful way to die, bringing disaster to the whole family.

Therefore, I no longer even thought about attacking.

What I was thinking about was how to escape and save my life.

…

Even after killing the emperor, Yang Lin did not escape in a hurry.

Just waiting for the incident to unfold.

Of course, there are still a few assassination missions waiting to be completed.

That's all he can do.

Facts have proved that the princes' defense intensity is still far inferior to that of the emperor.

After the eldest elder brother Yinzhen, second elder brother Yinreng, third elder brother Yinzhi, and fourth elder brother Yinzhen were stabbed to death in sequence, the Aixinjueluo family was in turmoil overnight.

No one dares to show his face anymore and spread rumors that he wants to compete for the position.

As a result, the emperor's thirteenth son Yinxiang, who was eight years old at the time, ascended to the throne with the support of the ministers.

At this time, he was still ill.

The first thing he did when he ascended the throne was to grant amnesty to the world.

Dai Yunsong's family, as well as the Zheng and Huang families were also released... and even their property was returned to them.

The world is still the same world.

Not subject to anyone's will.

Except for the death of an emperor who claimed to be wise and powerful, and some princes who shouted for revenge, so that an eight-year-old child ascended the throne, basically there was not much turmoil.

The dignitaries celebrated with each other, and their rights were greater.

Of course, Zhou Hongyi, the old plum blossom boxing master, did not continue to live in seclusion in Tangyin.

But on the day after Dai Yunsong and Zhou Yumei were released from prison, they left a letter and left without a trace.

The rumor to the outside world is that the old man has ascended to the immortal world and will never be seen again in the human world.

There are also rumors that the Qing court was liquidating afterwards and sent a large number of troops and experts to besiege...

The old plum blossom boxing master was outnumbered and died on the spot, with his bones crushed and ashes scattered;

An even more bizarre theory is that the old man was struck by thunder because he had committed the great evil deed of regicide and was punished by God.

There is no doubt that these statements all come from the mouths of ordinary people, and they love to hear these weird things.

It doesn't matter who is the good guy or the bad guy.

On that day, when Cai, Wang, Meng and the children and sons-in-law of the Zhou family arrived at Zhoujiazhuang in Tangyin, they did not see any familiar figure sitting in the courtyard drinking tea.

All I saw was a piece of rice paper left on the table in the study room, with the ink marks still fresh, and no one could be seen.

It's written on the paper.

"Even if a hero dies, his bones will remain fragrant, and he will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.

Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra...

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