In a small temple less than ten miles away from the capital, wearing a blue-green monk's robe that was already dim because of cleaning too many times, holding a broom to sweep the fallen leaves in his hand, and a bald head, looking about forty years. A monk stood outside the temple gate and pressed the fallen leaves that had just been swept together with a broom.

It seems that the cleaning is over, and I plan to take a break.

Just as the monk seemed to have had enough rest and was about to put down the broom in his hand, to get the dustpan not far away, and sweep the fallen leaves, a young scholar wearing a silk robe, a square scarf, and a folding fan seemed to be attracted by the scenery of Zhongqiu's temple. While admiring the surrounding scenery, he walked slowly along the road leading to the small temple.

The monk, who was originally planning to sweep the fallen leaves into the dustpan, perhaps because he was worried that his actions would arouse the dissatisfaction of the guest, so he turned around and left, and then there was one guest missing. So he stopped his movements, stood there, gently placed the broom in his hand on the ground, showed a gentle smile on his face, and stepped forward with his hands folded.

The one he lives in is just a small temple, which is obviously incomparable to the ancient temples that are famous in the capital. Therefore, the monks in this small temple naturally cannot be as "clear division of labor" and "do their own duties" as those ancient temples and famous temples, but must "all-round" and at least take into account two or three functions.

For example, he himself, in addition to being a "sweeping monk" responsible for cleaning, he also also holds the position of "knowing monk".

Anyway, because he needed to clean up, he spent most of his time outside or at the door of the temple, and served as a guest monk. After all, time overlaps with the position he stays, and it doesn't take much trouble.

"Amitabha, the little monk Zhiqiu has met the donor."

"Ah, student Ye Lingqi, I have met Master Zhiqi."

"I dare not, I don't know if the donor came here this time to worship Buddha or..."

"This is a Buddhist holy land, students dare not deceive the masters. Students do not want to worship Buddha, but just because they only care about enjoying the beautiful scenery on the road and never pay attention to the future, so they..."

But when the scholar heard the monk questioning, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

After all, this is just an unknown small temple. Before he came, he might not have known that there was a temple here.

"Amitabha, donors don't have to do this. The little monk was just curious and asked. The donors can keep their true intentions and have already told them, how could the little monk get angry?"

However, the monk did not look unpredictable because of the scholar's excessive sincere answer. On the contrary, his face, which was already gentle, looked more sincere.

"Thank you, Master."

The scholar quickly folded his hands together and thanked the monk.

"Meeting is fate, and it is the student's conscience to be able to meet a master today. If the master does not dislike the student, then the student will disturb him."

Although the scholar is a little too honest, he does not really understand the worldly style.

Moreover, seeing that the sun was already above my head and it was time to have lunch, I took the opportunity to express my willingness to visit the temple.

"Ha, donor is polite, please follow the monk."

The monk who had already thought about inviting scholars to enter the center of the temple naturally could not keep the person out of the door when he asked to enter. He immediately showed a brighter smile when he heard this, he moved away, bowed slightly, and acted to invite the other party into the temple.

"please."

After some politeness, the scholar followed the monk into this small temple called Xishan.

...

Although Xishan Temple is indeed very small, with only seven or eight monks, a few Zen rooms, a monk's hall, and a temple dedicated to the Buddha, the scenery is indeed very good, especially the temple has many maple trees planted. At this time, the leaves have almost turned red, and with the small but elegant buildings around it, it looks unique.

But the scholar who followed the monk into the temple seemed to have no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery at this time. The monk with a kind smile outside the temple gate had already dissipated his face. There was a bit of fierce aura on his face without a smile. The eyes that originally looked extremely kind were even more impatient and fierce, from time to time.

"I have warned you many times. Don't come to disturb the Lord if there is nothing important. Could it be that Chengdu regards the words of the deity as the wind in his ears? Or, I have left for a long time and you have forgotten the warning of the deity?!"

As the monks and scholars kept walking inside, the other monks passed by the two with serious expressions one after another and walked towards the temple gate. Although their hands were all placed in the wide monk's robe, they could still vaguely see the silver light reflected from time to time because of the lack of obstruction.

When the monks and scholars walked to the temple's most grand building, the hall where Buddha statues were worshipped, an old man wearing a cassock looked like the abbot of the temple, also walked over the two and walked outside.

If it weren't for seeing it with my own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe it. The middle-aged monk who was responsible for cleaning fallen leaves outside the temple gate and welcoming guests. He seemed to have a high status, but he was the highest-ranking person in the entire temple.

From his claim just now and what he said, we can guess the true identity of this middle-aged monk - the Lord of the North Pole Heaven, and the master of the intelligence organization Diting, Xuanwu.

As for the structure of this highest-ranking person on the outermost periphery and seemingly low-ranking, it can be seen from the stronghold called "Wufu" that was scared by Kang Jinlong and collapsed overnight.

"Every word the Lord said is not dared to forget."

Compared to the monks who passed by him expressionlessly and took the initiative to "delive them to the door", he was facing Xuanwu, a subordinate dressed in a young scholar, and his face was obviously not as calm as he was, especially when he heard Xuanwu's extremely harsh tone questioning, he fell to the ground.

"This time, my subordinates really report to the Lord something important."

"Hmph, say it! But if your answer cannot satisfy the Lord, then you don't have to leave, just shave your hair and stay here as a fire-burning monk."

Xuanwu's words made the young scholar shudder, but when he thought about the news that he was about to report to Xuanwu this time, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and calmed down again.

"Report to the Lord, the minions of the emperors in the capital have been beaten and shrunk back, and the city has returned to peace."

After taking a deep breath, he spoke out the information.

However, Xuanwu, who heard the news, did not show any joyful expression as he expected, but instead locked his eyes tightly on him and looked at him, just like a person who bought meat, examining which piece of meat to be cut next.

"Lord, everything my subordinates say is true. Those censors were slapped hard by the emperor before. After more than half a month of silence, because they were unwilling to accept it,..."

He had been following Xuanwu for several years. When he saw Xuanwu's eyes, he had already guessed what Xuanwu was thinking. He immediately felt like a dead soul in his heart. He didn't care that Xuanwu had not asked him again. He hurriedly crawled on the ground, speaking quickly, and talking in detail.

"Hmph, this is just a clue that the emperor could not catch our North Pole Heaven, so he deliberately set up a plan. He couldn't even analyze such a simple situation. You, Di Ting's master, don't have to do it anymore. You should stay here as a fire-burning monk, so as not to mention being arrested or dead in the future because of stupidity, you will also implicate the entire Di Ting and even implicate the deity."

After listening to his narrative briefly, Xuanwu's expression on his face did not change anyway, and even the displeasure and dissatisfaction in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Lord, Lord, please listen to my last words."

Seeing Xuanwu showing dissatisfaction, he was about to turn around and acted to call the monk who was guarding him in front of him to pull him away. The young Diting Hall Master hurriedly pleaded.

"explain."

Xuanwu, who had completely discarded him, did not want to continue wasting time on him, but in the end he was "good attentive" to give him this last chance based on his past contributions.

However, it was obvious that his expression that seemed indifferent had already determined in his heart that the other party was just doing useless work.

"Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your kindness."

The Lord Diting, who had been kowtowing and begging before, naturally did not see the expression on Xuanwu's face. Therefore, he felt a sense of life after the disaster, and couldn't help but thank him.

"To be honest, my subordinates thought that this was just a trick designed by the emperor's minions. However, after detailed investigation and observation these days, my subordinates believed that this time, the emperor's minions should have really been broken and shrunk back."

"Um?"

Xuanwu seemed to be interested.

After nearly a month of extra time, he has obviously had enough of the dullness here, and every day is a simple meal. He wishes he could return to the city immediately and continue to be his North Pole Lord.

"I spent money to bribe a seventh-rank supervisor and censor and found out the details about this matter."

Seeing that Xuanwu's attitude seemed to have changed a lot compared to before, especially the sound just now was even more curious. The young Diting Master instantly seemed to have received extremely great encouragement and affirmation, and immediately quickly reported to Xuanwu the information he had found.

"In this way, this incident is really just an attack launched by the group of technicians who are unwilling to fail and be humiliated. They want to regain their face, reshape their image, and get back their power, rather than deliberately designed by the emperor to attract us to appear?"

After hearing the news he reported, Xuanwu, who had already thought that this was just a conspiracy set up by the imperial court to attract the emergence of Beijitian, couldn't help but relax a lot of vigilance in his heart.

"It's true. Judging from the information found by subordinates, I'm at least 70% sure."

Seeing the Master Diting Hall who looked like Xuanwu, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

It seems that I should not be left behind by Xuanwu as a fire-burning monk.

"70%?"

But when he heard "70%" of Xuanwu, who seemed to be very likely to be very high in his subordinates, he frowned in dissatisfaction.

He was able to take over the position of Xuanwu in his life, and through more than ten years of time, the Beijitian has developed to this extent. He also established Diting, who is not inferior to Beijitian, and what he relied on was not inferior to that of the great family background left by the previous Xuanwu and his own struggle, his stability also occupied a great factor.

On weekdays, even when it comes to some important choices that concern the development of the North Pole, he will be extremely cautious, less than 70% sure, and would rather give up than take risks.

Now, this matter not only concerns the survival of the Arctic Heaven, but also concerns his own life, so he naturally needs to be more cautious.

"After going back, continue to investigate this matter closely. I don't require you to be 10% sure, but you must be at least 90% sure."

According to Xuanwu's previous habits when he was doing things, the young Diting Hall Master, who reported the number "70%" of the number, obviously did not expect that Xuanwu would increase the difficulty by 20% this time.

But in the face of Xuanwu's extremely difficult request, he didn't even have the courage to argue.

After all, Xuanwu is not the Qinglong, Diting is not the shaky Dongjitian, and he is not the Kang Jinlong.

"Yes, my subordinates understand."

...

Kang Jinlong has been staying in Yuelai Inn for two days.

These two days should be considered as the two days he escaped from Yingtian City. No, it should be the two most satisfying days he has lived since he entered Yingtian City with Qinglong.

After all, although he was in Yingtian City, although he had no worries about food and drink, he was under a lot of pressure. Whether it was the front of him to keep an eye on Qinglong's every move or the consideration of escaping after Qinglong died, he felt a lot of mental pressure in his heart.

As for escaping from Yingtian City alone, let alone, in addition to always worrying about being discovered and then being arrested, he also needs to fight hunger.

After entering the capital, the situation did not improve at all.

Although he was finally able to have a few full meals when he was caught by Bai Shier, at that time, he was always worried about his fate and his mental pressure was obviously greater.

When he agreed to join Bai Shier's plan and became a beggar again, but after he took the initiative to find the North Pole stronghold for the first time but was rejected, his pressure hit the peak.

Everything is relative, and it is precisely because of the pressure before that he finally got into the stronghold of the Arctic Heaven that he felt so happy.

In the past two days, his life seems to be no different from the pigs raised in captivity.

They all slept when they are full and slept when they are full.

He knew in his heart that although the stronghold accepted him and the leader of the stronghold, Xiangzhu, did not express his doubts about him, the other party would definitely not trust him completely. Therefore, in these two days, he showed this attitude of "better than eating" and nothing was concerned about.

And he is also confident in the future development.
Chapter completed!