Chapter 137 White bones in the Buddhist temple

After hearing this, Mrs. Mo took a quick step back and shook her head and said, "No, I won't go, there are still wars there. Jiro Komura was a close samurai of Yanagida, but he wanted to take his army to pretend to be a robber on the sea. How could such a place with chaos and poverty be compared to our Ming Dynasty?

How can we go to such a bad place? Besides... when they ask you for help, they obey your words. Now that we have lost our power, aren't you afraid that they will rob our property and lose all their lives?"

After hearing this, Eunuch Mo paused and walked back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, his eyes lit up again. He stepped forward and grabbed Mrs. Mo's hands and said happily: "I have a way. Commander Huang Yinglong was fascinated by you. Go beg him and let him move the army away. Can Jiro Komura's people come to Hangzhou?"

Mrs. Mo looked at him quietly, and a hint of mockery gradually rose from the corner of her mouth, and a hint of pity said: "Master, is this a good idea? I always asked Huang Yinglong to make a convenient way for our smuggling boat, but he was able to make the decision. Now he wants him to use his black hat to keep us safe. Is he willing? Just sleep with him, hahahahaha..."

The sarcastic smile made Eunuch Mo furious. He slapped hard and interrupted Mrs. Mo's laughter. Mrs. Mo was beaten to the table, and a wisp of blood slowly oozed out of the corner of her mouth.

Eunuch Mo looked at it and showed an unbearable look on his face. He rushed over and hugged Mrs. Mo and said with distress: "I'm sorry, Xiaolou, I shouldn't...I can't control myself, I shouldn't blame you, but what should we do now? What should we do?"

Mrs. Mo gently wiped away the blood from the corners of her lips, a chill flashed in her eyes, and a bright smile appeared on her face again, and she said softly: "Master. You don't have to worry too much. In fact, there may not be no way to go after the boat."

Mo Qinghe's eyes lit up and he said impatiently: "Tell me quickly, Xiaolou has always been full of wisdom and tricks, but he is Zhuge, the girl. Your method must be feasible. Tell me quickly and tell me to know."

Mrs. Mo tidied up her clothes. She sat on a chair beside her, poured a cup of tea and gently sent it to her lips, and sneered: "There is the order of the person, and the order of the person is dead. Kill him before he knows the exact situation. Inside the factory? Humph, it's too late for everyone to push it down. What other danger can we have?"

Mo Qinghe said disappointedly: "How is this possible? The West Courtyard has been extremely strict in the past two days. Yang Ling stayed in the door again. His men escorted Yuan Xiong. Bi Chun left 100 times when he went to Beijing, and now there are 200 people.

You also saw it when he was in Haining. His personal soldiers were just eighty of them, and they resisted hundreds of extremely fierce Japanese pirates. Even if I summoned all my men, I couldn’t kill them. Besides, even if I could kill them, can I still hide such a big battle?”

Mrs. Mo smiled sweetly, raised her eyes and said, "Why should we hide it from others? We can't hide it. We also have to make a big deal. The more people we know, the safer we are."

"Hmm?" Mo Qinghe looked at his wife with a questioning look. Mrs. Mo came over and whispered to him. Mo Qinghe was shocked and said in surprise: "Is this strategy feasible? Will he believe me? If there is a problem, we... we will not even have time to escape."

Mrs. Mo's lips curled up like petals and said with a smile: "Of course it's possible. Since we misread him, he is not the kind of person we expected. His two hundred guards can match a thousand Japanese, but they may not be able to match me, more than a thousand surprise soldiers! As long as... Li Gui didn't have a move for a day, he would have no reason not to believe us!"

Yang Ling inexplicably invited Zhang Tian and his sister to the hall to serve tea. He had made an appointment to invite Tianshi to the banquet tomorrow, but today Zhang Tianshi suddenly visited today. Yang Ling welcomed them in, and he still couldn't figure out their purpose.

Zhang Tianshi smiled and said, "The imperial envoy is kind and kind. I originally wanted to visit Xiaodao again tomorrow. But Longhu Mountain sent someone, and my mother asked my brother and sister to go back to the mountain as soon as possible. So Xiaodao took the liberty to visit him today and said goodbye to Lord Yang. Xiaodao will go back to the mountain with her sister tomorrow morning."

Yang Ling seemed a little distracted. He hurriedly said, "I was invited by the Heavenly Master to visit Suzhou a few days ago. I have never invited the Heavenly Master because of my busy official duties. I wanted to invite the Heavenly Master to a banquet tomorrow. You and I will travel to West Lake together, but I didn't expect the Heavenly Master to rush back to the mountain. Alas, I am really sorry."

Master Zhang Tian laughed and said, "There is a meeting in the mountains and rivers, and you and I will always have a good time. The master is the pillar of the country, and official affairs are important. Maybe one day the master will come to Jiangxi, and then I will ask the master to go to my Longhu Mountain and the path will be full of the friendship of the landlord."

Gao Wenxin stood behind Yang Ling. He heard Master Zhang's tone and seemed to be here to meet and say no and leave immediately. She was so anxious that she didn't care about etiquette and rules. She stood there and pointed at Zhang Fubao, then compared Yang Ling, indicating that she would tell Yang Ling about her appearance.

Zhang Fubao had already told his brother about this. When Zhang Tianshi saw Gao Wen's anxious pretty face flushed, he felt a little funny. He coughed twice and was about to comfort Yang Ling, Yang Ling had already stood up and said, "Okay, okay, if I have the opportunity to go to Shanxi Di dialect, I will definitely visit Longhu Mountain. This time I cannot travel to West Lake with Tianshi. I will travel to Longhu Mountain together to make up for it, hahaha."

Master Zhang Tian was stunned: Is this Lord Yang too impatient? Isn’t it that I have left yet, why is he going to see him off?

Master Zhang stood up with a lot of laughter and cry. Seeing Gao Wenxin holding his hands behind him and chanting Amitabha Buddha directly, he had to smile with shameless face: "That's good, uh... Xiaodao still has a message before leaving. I heard that the adults mistakenly believed the false words of some wise men in the world, and mistakenly thought that they had a long life..."

As soon as he said this, a noise came from outside. A man hurriedly ran in, bowed his fists and said, "Report to the factory supervisor, a group of rioters broke in outside the door, saying that the adults wanted to increase the tax on Jiangnan by 30%. He also said that the adults used the excuse of all the silver in the Tariff Department Office and was greedy for Yuan Xiong. He wanted to collect it again from the merchants. They rushed in to discuss it with the adults."

Yang Ling was shocked. He lifted his robe and just snatched out of the hall. The gate of the courtyard had been knocked open. People in various clothes rushed in like a tide. The crowd shouted fiercely: "I thought he was a good official, but I didn't expect that he would be even skinned and sucked blood than Yuan Xiong. We can't live. Where is the surname Yang?"

The inner factory man who rushed out saw this and stopped Yang Ling, took out his shaky sword and shouted to the people who rushed into the yard: "The imperial envoy, the treacherous ones will die! Are you troublemakers desperate?"

There was really a desperate situation. There were always a few people who were crowded behind the crowd and couldn't see clearly. They shouted and said, "We were forced to live. We were cut to death quickly, so we could starve to death. We wanted to collect taxes and increase taxes. The dog official Yang Ling's slander to the emperor. If he killed him, he asked the emperor to give mercy and reduce taxes!"

Yang Ling jumped and shouted, "Who is spreading rumors and causing trouble! I have never said that you should increase taxes, so don't be used by bad people."

When the masses riot, there will be ghosts only when they are willing to believe your words, not to mention that there are still people in the crowd who keep shouting: "Don't listen to him. He wants to fool us and send troops to capture us. If the dog official is killed, the law will not punish the masses, and the emperor will not kill all the people in Jiangnan."

As he said that, someone had already thrown bricks and stones over. The Nei Factory was furious and someone was about to chop them up. Yang Ling shouted: "Don't kill people. These people were obviously deceived and brought in. There were many women and children inside. If they killed someone, the population would be given. The people in the Nei Factory were not stained with blood. They would definitely not kill one person!"

When the people heard this, they were even more fearless and swarmed in under the temptation of those who were interested. Nearly two hundred monks in the yard went forward to stop them, but more than a thousand people rushed into the yard, and they were forced to retreat step by step, and could not stop them at all.

Yang Ling stamped his feet and ordered several monks to say, "Hurry. Protect the brothers and sisters of Tian, ​​protect them and find a way to leave. Hurry!"

The crowd broke through the blockade of the rogues and began to run around the yard to destroy them. Some people rushed to Yangling, while others took the opportunity to rush into the room to rob property.

The senior brother and sister Zhang Tian were still stunned. Several people rushed forward and protected them and said, "Tianshi, hurry up, let's hide behind first."

Gao Wenxin saw Yang Ling running back to the yard, and was so shocked that she was bleak. She rushed to Yang Ling and shouted: "Sir, you can protect him quickly, sir, please leave!"

The flowers, plants and peonies in the yard were trampled on the ground and there were people everywhere. Yangling was safe in this chaos. Someone recognized Yangling just now, but no one could find the real person in this chaos.

Gao Wenxin saw Yang Ling running along the flowerbed to a few lilac trees in a corner. He had just chased him out a few steps. A figure flashed in front of him and was stopped by a big man with a knife. Gao Wenxin saw that it was Zheng Baihu and hurriedly shouted: "Master Zheng, go and protect the imperial envoy!"

Zheng Baihu smiled slightly, reached out to hold her sleeve and walked quickly, saying, "My dear life is the girl who protects her. Please leave quickly. Adults have their own brothers to protect her!"

There were four followers behind Zheng Baihu, punching and kicking and repelling several people holding wooden sticks and hoes, protecting Gao Wenxin and leaving anxiously. Gao Wenxin was pulled over by Zheng Baihu. If he struggled hard, he would probably see all his arms. In desperation, he could only follow him and turn around until he was pulled over the corner of the house and could not see him again.

The senior brothers and sisters of Zhang Tian were inexplicably protected by several fans and rushed to the back hall. Among the angry people, many young men with mysterious expressions were scattered, fanning the flames and inciting everyone to cause trouble.

When several monks saw the people carrying wooden sticks and hoes chasing them, they quickly turned around to meet them. However, although their martial arts skills were excellent, the factory governor had issued strict orders not to kill people. How could they resist such restraint? After a while, a monk turned his head and shouted: "Protect the Heavenly Master and leave, don't be injured by the rioters."

Then a man ran over and grabbed Master Zhang and left. Master Zhang hurriedly turned around and shouted, "Baoer, follow me quickly, don't get separated."

Zhang Fubao agreed and turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, he saw Yang Ling standing there behind a rockery. On the opposite side, several ordinary servants in the mansion were dressed in low orders and ordered something. The people immediately bowed and left. Yang Ling then looked around, his expression was extremely strange.

Zhang Fubao suddenly felt suspicious. The Yang Qin Commander's expression did not look panicked at all. What was he damned? Miss Zhang was brave and curious, and he became suspicious. She couldn't help but chased her brother for two steps. Seeing that the slogan pulled her brother through a patio. As soon as she left his sight, Zhang Fubao immediately turned around and ran back and chased Yang Ling.

Mo Qinghe arranged people to spread news everywhere, saying that Yangling would increase the levy and miscellaneous taxes. One person and two people said that everyone did not believe it. Hundreds of people spread this, which immediately angered many common people. The heroes of the anti-Japanese war deserve respect, but if you don’t let the people have a way out, they will rebel. Under the encouragement of those who are interested, they actually gathered 1,500,600 people and flocked to the Mo family compound.

There are many of these people who just want to ask the truth or beg the imperial envoy to be kind to the people, but they are transferred by those who are interested in them. The current situation is no longer possible for anyone to control. The entire West Cross Courtyard is in chaos and is in chaos.

Mo Qinghe's purpose was to use these people to intimidate Yang Ling from the protection area of ​​the officers and soldiers in the West Courtyard. He had no hope of relying on them to kill Yang Ling in the crowd of the hall. He was given a pre-order to try his best to destroy, the more chaotic the better.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Mo Qinghe wore a casual outfit and brought a few confidants into the yard. He mingled among the crowds of people and fought with the fans. The stakes that distracted their attention kept quietly signing at him and pointing out Yang Ling whereabouts. Mo Qinghe went all the way, and Butler Li suddenly shouted: "Master, where is Mr. Yang!"

When Mo Qinghe saw that Yang Ling was leading two personal soldiers to run away against the edge of the flowerbed. Mo Qinghe hurriedly led the people to meet him. He said anxiously: "Oh, sir, you're so scared. These chaotic people heard rumors from somewhere, and they broke into our mansion to harass the adults. Fortunately sir."

Yang Ling said angrily: "It must be Yuan Xiong's followers who spread rumors and make trouble. After returning to Beijing, I must punish him severely."

Mo Qinghe looked stunned and nodded quickly and said, "Yes, it must be Yuan Xiong's people who are in trouble. Sir, come with me. There is a corner door behind the flowerbed leading to my backyard room, which is not very noticeable in normal times. Taking advantage of the chaos, please follow me to avoid it."

Yang Ling was overjoyed and hurriedly fled with Mo Qinghe and his men. Even though some people in the courtyard saw their clothes, they knew they were from the mansion, most of them were just concerned about grabbing some jars and jars, and no one cared about them. Even though a few people who were causing trouble came, they were beaten up by Mo Qinghe and Yangling's subordinates.

Just as he passed through the flower garden, a bodyguard from Mo Qinghe behind suddenly grabbed someone and shouted: "Who are you, following us sneakily?"

Yang Ling turned his head and saw that the man was dressed in a handsome face and dressed in a Taoist dress. He was shocked and quickly called out, "Stop, she is Zhang Tianshi's person." As he said that, he went over and said anxiously, "Didn't you tell you and Tianshi to leave first? Why are you here? Where is Tianshi?"

Zhang Fubao dared not say that he was suspicious and came to watch the fun. She said whispered: "I... the Heavenly Master was rescued by the monk, I was dispersed by the rioters, and I... ran away here."

Yang Ling was still waiting for it, and Mo Qinghe said anxiously: "Sir, leave quickly, but someone is found to catch up with him, but he can't leave." As he said that, he glanced at Zhang Fubao and smiled and said, "Miss Zhang, let's go with us."

The corner door is usually locked on the ground, and I don’t know where the door leads to. At this time, Butler Li opened the door lock and saw that there was a tile between two buildings with the floor. There was no sunshine inside for many years, and it was gloomy and damp, but there was no debris.

The group entered the lantern, and Butler Li turned around and locked the door. Mo Qing River said, "Sir, those rioters found out that the adults lived in the Xiqianyuan and ran to the place to cause trouble. It's still quiet here. I'll take you to the Buddhist temple first to avoid it. Husband has sent someone to notify the government. When the government's people arrive, the adults will be safe."

After leaving the inner lane, he walked through several houses in a circle. Mo Qinghe pushed open the door of a house, walked in and looked back and said, "Sir, please come in."

The east yard was very quiet, and the surroundings were quiet, and the noise in the west yard could be vaguely heard. Yang Ling stood at the door and looked inside the stairs and saw a Buddhist temple with a statue of Sakyamuni, a high-altitude high-altitude sitting in front of the incense table.

Ordinary Buddhist temples generally do not build second floors on top. You can’t walk above the Buddha’s head, right? But there is a staircase on one side of this Buddhist temple, and it looks a bit strange.

The two servants and Butler Li brought by Mo Qinghe had already walked in. However, Yang Ling stood at the door with a flawless look and looked up at the building upstairs curiously. Mo Qinghe stomped his feet and said anxiously: "Sir, come in quickly, don't be seen by others. If you make a mistake, you can't afford to be humble."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? I saw that those rioters entered the mansion and only cared about robbing. Is there any intention to follow me like a group of headless flies? Lord Mo doesn't have to worry too much."

He said as he raised his legs and stepped in. As soon as he entered the door, he walked horizontally to the stairs and said, "Strange, since Lord Mo enshrines the Buddha on the first floor, why did he build a floor above? Are you afraid of being disrespectful to the Buddha?"

Mo Qinghe seemed to have accidentally supported the incense and candle lamp holder with one hand, but when Yang Ling came in and did not move forward, he ran to look at the stairs, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He forced a smile and said, "Oh, there are only small pavilions on the side upstairs to store some incense and candles."

Yang Ling turned around and took a look. The two personal soldiers who had just walked into the hall turned around and squeezed Zhang Fubao over and walked behind him. Mo Qinghe glanced at Butler Li, and he walked over to cover the door knowingly.

Seeing that Yang Ling was still looking at the exquisitely carved stairs, Mo Qinghe walked to the incense table and picked up a futon and patted it. He smiled and said, "Sir, there are no chairs here, so sit down on this futon and rest for a while."

Yang Ling turned around with his hands behind his back, staring at him coldly, and saw that the smile on Mo Qinghe's face gradually faded. Yang Ling suddenly smiled and said, "Why have to sit in front of the Buddha? Does Lord Mo have any other tricks in this cushion?"

Mo Qinghe's face changed. He couldn't help but take two steps back and said with a forced smile: "It's not rude to sit in front of the Buddha, let alone the emperor is just a futon for a seat. What can I do if I can do it?"

Yang Ling shook his head and smiled, "I don't know, but I can guess..." As soon as he said this, Zhang Fubao walked over curiously and said, "What are you doing? A cushion is also used to fight a maneuver?"

Yang Ling looked in a daze, and he rushed over and said sternly: "Don't go over!" Zhang Fubao was so scared that he was stunned by his loud shout.

Mo Qinghe was overjoyed when he saw Yang Ling rushing over. He threw the cushion in his hand and rushed to the incense table and pulled the candlestick hard. With a "click", a hole was cracked in front of the incense table. Two flips were tilted down, and Zhang Fubao stood at the edge of the flip. When the flip was opened, she screamed and her whole body slid into the hole.

Yang Ling rushed over and grabbed her slender wrist, and she was also taken to the ground by her. Zhang Fubao fell into the hole. Yang Ling was dragged forward for more than a foot to support the ground. The arm was scraped by the edges of the hole, and blood flowed down Zhang Fubao's wrist into her sleeves.

Yang Ling was heartbroken in pain, and the two actors shouted in surprise: "Be careful, sir!" As he said that, he rushed over, and Mo Qinghe was already screaming wildly: "Kill him, kill them for me! Kill one for ten thousand taels of silver!"

Two servants rushed over, and a bright short sword had been found from their sleeves in the air. Although these two men were dressed as servants, they were all from the world recruited by Mo Qinghe. In terms of personal martial arts, Yang Ling's Nei Factory Anime was no match for him. As soon as they fought, the two scholars were in a difficult position and were beaten backwards by servants.

At this moment, behind the Buddha's niche, a woman dressed like snow and beautiful as Guanyin quietly walked out and walked to Mo Qinghe. Mo Qinghe turned his head and saw her laughing happily, "Mrs. My wife's trick has indeed been done. Let Yang Ling kill him and throw him back to the west courtyard, and kill some rioters and bandits, hahaha... who knows it's me..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard two gunshots. Two bodyguards who were about to succeed covered their chests and then retreated, and blood flowed out from their fingers.

Two men dressed up on the stairs, with very strange faces, walked downstairs with short muskets, and the muzzle was still emitting blue smoke. There was a loud bang behind them, and several more gunmen rushed down.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two guards couldn't care about Mo Qinghe. They jumped to the window lattice. The two were shot, and their skills were still very agile. The pounce broke the window lattice and jumped out of the window and stood up. They saw a row of people standing in front of them, and the sharp wind sounded in their ears, and more than a dozen powerful arrows had penetrated into their bodies.

Mo Qinghe looked at the sudden change and exclaimed: "What's going on? What's upstairs..." Before he could turn around and question, he suddenly felt a huge pain in his waist.

Mo Qinghe lowered his head in horror, and saw that his plain sleeves and white wrists were as beautiful as jade. The slender hand that had caressed him countless times was tightly clutching a short knife. The knife had been inserted into his waist.

Mo Qinghe widened his eyes, looked at her in disbelief, grabbed her shoulder, and hissed: "Why? Why?"

In those beautiful eyes like spring water, there was a feeling of unfamiliarity that made him feel heartbroken.

Dai Louer whispered: "Because... escaping with you is actually the only way to live, but I don't want to follow you to wander in such a ghost place! And because... I'm not sure that he will be fooled. If he doesn't die, you must die. If you don't want to die, I have to die with you."

The astonishment in Mo Qinghe's eyes turned into burning anger. He roared: "Old Li, kill this bitch for me, kill her for me!"

Dailouer clenched the hilt of the knife and twisted his wrist hard. Mo Qinghe cried bitterly. His body hunched over in pain. He gasped, grabbed Dailouer's shoulder with both hands, but his eyes looked at Lao Li, who had always obeyed his words.

Old Li shivered and did not dare to look at him. But his face was filled with indifferent expression. This was the Butler Li, who had been following him for many years and had always been loyal. He stared at Dailouer and sternly said: "You...have you bought him?"

Dai Louer smiled proudly and said charmingly: "You are not a man, you can love me. He is a man, why can't you?"
To be continued...