Devil’s Advent

The scream of little monk Fan lasted for a long time, and then he squatted down and began to sob.

"My lord, his mind must have been greatly traumatized." Si Niang said beside him.

Zheng Fan nodded.

The little monk has a root of wisdom. He has been in contact with this pair of master and apprentice, and he also thinks that these two people should have a great blessing.

The so-called good fortune means that even if you don't have any great achievements in this life, you can turn bad luck into good fortune and be chic and unrestrained.

But it's a pity, looking at the appearance of the little monk in front of him, the blessings on his body seem to have failed to protect him this time.

Of course, we can also talk about it from another angle. If it wasn't for the delay in the pot of fish soup, if it wasn't for Zheng Houye's own whim, wanting to take in two little brothers, he might have eaten and left long ago. This inn, the "belated" madam and her godson, will never be encountered again.

However, this is really hard work.

Alchemists and Qi practitioners like this set of rhetoric, because this set of rhetoric is very flexible, and it can be rounded back no matter what you say, so that you can continue to cheat food and drink.

Perhaps, for this little monk, he would rather die than be reduced to this prince's den and tarnish his innocence.

Zheng Fan looked at the old bustard, although the old bustard had shouted outside before that he brought a newly adopted godson this time, a baby, but the seller's bragging was not enough.

"Have you received any guests?"

Zheng Fan asked.

The old bustard swallowed her saliva, Xu Chuang's knife was still on her neck, besides, when the man in front of her was serious and even angry, his aura, even if she had experienced a lot of love, she immediately panicked .

To put it bluntly, after Dayan left the two princes, even the emperor had to be polite to Zheng Fan, pulling him to sit on the dragon chair to enjoy himself;

Looking at the whole Dayan, there are few people with higher status than Zheng Houye before, but now, it seems that there are really none. When you have done it yourself, you don’t need to kneel down anymore. A large area has been knelt down in darkness.

"No...no...new...cleaned...new..."

Lord Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed to Gao Zhun Pang standing over there, and Gao Zhun Pang immediately stepped forward to salute and wait for orders;

"Send an order for the Marquis, and order the city guard generals in this county to immediately lead the troops to surround her brothel for the Marquis, and no one will be spared."

"Here!"

Gao Zhunpang was a little surprised, because Hou Ye's posture didn't look like he wanted to reveal his identity.

The fact is indeed the case, Zheng Fan didn't intend to expose his identity and make it bigger, because it would be very boring, but the appearance of Liao Fan forced him to do so.

How everything got from the snowfield to Shengle across the Tianduan Mountains, and how it was sold to the red curtains in Shangchuan County, the context must be clear, and it will inevitably take a long time until I transfer people from Fengxin City to deal with it. It is easy to make mistakes, so it is better to control it now.

Furthermore, Zheng Fan felt that the wicker he planted today has already been reaped, and it wasn’t for these bastard grandsons arguing to continue asking for a husband. monk.

Immediately, when everyone in the inn was surprised and hadn't recovered from the title "Benhou", Zheng Fan took Fan and left.

After getting into the carriage, he didn't rush out of the city to go back, but went directly to the Shangchuan county government office.

Naturally, it is impossible to beat the drums and complain because someone in the family has been trafficked, but simply borrow a place, and after much deliberation, this is the quietest place.

The yamen servant at the gate saw someone barging into the county yamen, and shouted to stop him, but Xu Chuang didn't block him directly, Xu Chuang shouted;

"Master Pingxi is here!"

If it was in normal times, Master Zheng Hou would not be able to teach him the tone and verve of the eunuch Wei when he called "Your Majesty is here";

But now, not in the mood.

The county magistrate of Shangchuan County didn't wear official robes, so he hurried over, and when he saw Zheng Fan, he knelt down and saluted:

"The next official pays homage to Pingxi Houye, Houye Fukang."

"Do you know Ben Hou?"

"Yes, Lord Hou, when the army attacked Chu last year, the official was a grain transport officer, and I was fortunate enough to see Lord Hou's true face."

This saves trouble, and there is no need for the Juggernaut to take out Longyuan for fun.

"This Marquis wants to borrow your yamen house. From now on, except for this Marquis' order, no one else is allowed to come in and disturb you."

"Yes, the officer understands!"

Behind the county government office is the home of the county magistrate, and the family members of the county magistrate naturally live in it.

But in an instant, all the family members left in a hurry, and they didn't even have time to pack their things to make room for Lord Pingxi.

After Zheng Fan came in, he said to Xu Chuang:

"I want some servants, give him a bath, and clean up."

"Here."

not long,

The little monk Fan who had been "washed" again stood in front of Zheng Fan.

In this era, people like to put on makeup and powder for beauty, but the level of makeup is really unflattering, and the husbands are even more serious.

Although the little monk Fan didn't have a cassock to wear, he only put on a clothes that should belong to the county magistrate's young son, but it really made people look much more pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, Micro Zhun Pang came to return.

"Master Hou, the subordinates of that red tent have brought people under control."

Zheng Fan nodded and waved his hand, indicating that he could go down and wait for orders.

Gao Junpang immediately bowed and resigned, and he didn't even mention the fact that the garrison general of Shangchuan County asked him to introduce him to Lord Hou on his behalf;

Obviously, Master Hou is not free now, he can't use up his little "holy family" here, and it is estimated that it is far from enough.

"Si Niang."

"The subordinates are here."

"Now there is no one else around, only you, you go to interrogate the old bustards and the others to sort out this line, and it is best to control all the traffickers who have handled it.

Who is the current general of Shengle City?

Forget it, no matter who it is, give him a notice and ask him to cooperate. I want to know clearly how the little monk entered Shengle City from the snow field. "

"The subordinate understands."

For the rest, there is no need to instruct me, Si Niang's ability to handle affairs is unquestionable.

Si Niang went down,

Zheng Fan said to Xu Chuang: "Let the people in the county government prepare some food and bring it in."

"Yes, my lord."

Zheng Fan didn't rush to ask the little monk anymore, he had already been stimulated before, now, let's wait for his emotions to calm down.

Soon, the food was delivered, and the little monk looked at the food in front of him, and started to eat without anyone's orders.

Meat and vegetables are not taboo,

Missing that sentence:

Since Hou Ye forced it with swords, let's eat it, the Buddha will not blame it.

When the little monk was eating,

Lord Zheng Hou was sitting there, gently kneading his knuckles.

think for a moment,

Lord Zhenghou signaled Xu Chuang to call over the county magistrate who had been waiting outside.

"This Marquis needs to borrow someone from you to send a few letters to this Marquis."

"Master Hou, please tell me, I will not hesitate to say anything."

"One, send someone to Yingdu to send a message to the prefect Xu Wenzu, Mr. Xu, saying that the Marquis has something to delay in Shangchuan County. If Mr. Xu is free, he can go to Shangchuan County for a meeting.

Second, send someone to Fengxincheng to deliver a letter to Mr. Bei, saying that Benhou found Monk Fan here.

Third, send someone to Shengle City to send a message, asking the current General Shengle to control all the people who are in charge of the slave trade in the vicinity, and wait for the people of this Marquis to interrogate him. There must be no mistakes. "

"Yes, the officer obeys."

Zheng Fan nodded, and the county magistrate immediately went down to do so.

And here, the little monk Liao Fan had also finished eating. He pinched the orchid fingers, picked up the handkerchief, and began to wipe the corners of his mouth.

Zheng Fan felt that he should have been severely stimulated first, and then trained by the old bustard. Now he should be in a state of split personality?

Unfortunately, the blind man is not here now.

"Have you finished eating?"

"Return to... Grandpa, eat it."

Zheng Houye squinted his eyes, thinking that it should be his previous questioning at the inn, which traumatized him again, and now, in order to avoid that traumatic torture, he even took on the role of husband-in-law that the old bustard made for him .

It's an escape.

Lord Zheng Hou took out the red stone from his bosom, put it in his hand, and said:

"Son, come out."

The red stone swayed a few times, and then, a cloud of black mist appeared.

The magic pill was floating there, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The magic pill is already two levels behind.

Before assassinating Zhao Jiulang, Zheng Fan tried to communicate with Mo Wan, but it still failed to achieve results. It seems that at this time, he has a kind of restraint on advancing.

It's not that he didn't want to, but that he deliberately chose to suppress it.

Zheng Fan didn't know what he was planning, just like most parents couldn't figure out what was going on in their children's minds when their children were in adolescence.

But the magic pill is a magic pill after all, with its attributes as a soul body, it can also try to break the little monk Fan's heart defense, so that he can directly face what happened in Xueyuan.

Doing so will have very serious side effects, and it may not be possible to get the information you want. At the same time, there is a high probability that little monk Liao Fan will become an idiot.

But the blind man is not here, and this is the only way I can use now.

Most importantly, Zheng Fan is really eager to know what happened on the snowfield.

If he had only been attacked by a certain savage tribe in the snowfield, little monk Liao Fan would not have become like this.

Even if his master is really killed, he should be happy that the master is freed, the karma is repaid, and the debt in this life is eliminated.

Weighed hesitantly,

Zheng Fan still put the red stone back.

Bear with it, or bear with it;

Regarding the prophecy of the demon king, it has a lot to do with it, and it is no longer just his own business. The other seven demon kings should know about it.

And at this time,

Little monk Liao Fan suddenly said:

"Grandpa, what are your orders?"

"May I have your name?"

"Whatever the Lord likes to call others, they will be what they are."

"Okay, just sit there."

"Master, it's because they didn't take good care of you and let you..."

"Shut up."

"Yes, sir."

The little monk Liaofan closed his mouth, his eyes began to wander around, and then he saw the Buddhist beads hanging on the wall on one side of the room.

This should be used to ward off evil spirits. Nowadays, the rich and powerful down to the common people like to take some so-called magical artifacts consecrated by eminent monks and put them in their homes.

After seeing the string of Buddhist beads with the eyes of little monk Fan, he couldn't move away.

Subconsciously, he is very familiar with this Buddhist bead.

It doesn't mean that the beads belong to him or his master, no matter how coincidental in this world, there is no such coincidence;

It was the material of the beads, which he was very familiar with. It seemed to be translucent, and the materials were expensive, but in fact they were fooled into passing them off as good ones.

this thing,

In the past, when the little monk Fan traveled with his master for alms, he often used this trick.

The master said, sincerity leads to spirituality, so why should you care whether the beads are real or fake, expensive or cheap?

Those who cheated are the masters who are not short of money. This is to clear their debts for them, Amitabha.

At this time, when he saw the counterfeit and shoddy items in his company, Liao Fan's gaze gradually became serious.

Zheng Houye, who was sitting across from him and had been paying attention to him, immediately noticed it. He didn't dare to provoke Fan any more. He was really afraid that after being stimulated a few times, he would focus on developing his career as a minister;

But it would be great if the child could awaken some memories by himself.

Zheng Fan remembered that the blind man told himself that this heart disease still needs to be treated with heart medicine. To put it bluntly, the best way is to get out of it by yourself.

"master………"

Little monk Fan started to murmur.

Zheng Houye half-closed his eyes, waiting, without urging.

The little monk Liao Fan stood up, pointed to the Buddhist beads hanging there, and then looked at Zheng Fan in a daze,

road:

"Grandpa, I... I can..."

"Grandpa rewards you."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Little monk Liaofan took off the string of beads, put them in his hand, and stroked them.

for a long time,

Little monk Liaofan put this string of beads around his neck.

he sat down

But this time, sitting cross-legged;

After sitting cross-legged, he began to try to stick out his legs again, supporting his body with his right arm, trying to make himself sit more enchantingly.

However, soon he was confused again;

No matter how he sat, he felt uncomfortable, and no matter how he sat, he felt that it was very inappropriate. Then, he suddenly felt that sitting down was too painful, so he stood up again.

After standing up, at first he stood gracefully with his waist supported by the old bustard, and then he wanted to put his hands together;

The movements are constantly changing, and even the demeanor is constantly switching between "dharma solemn" and "flattering and graceful".

Lord Zheng Hou didn't say a word, just sat there, watching the scene in front of him... the scene of fine points.

soon,

Little monk Liao Fan felt it was a torment even to stand, and then he sat down again, stood up after sitting down, sat down again after standing up.

"call……"

Lord Zheng Hou looked a little tired.

Standing up, sitting, standing, the little monk was out of breath.

"Master, come and play... Guan Zizai... Amitabha... Grandpa..."

have to,

Now it's not only suffering from standing and sitting, but even talking has become extremely painful.

This situation lasted for half an hour.

finally,

The little monk Fan was exhausted,

With a "plop", he fell to the ground, his face turned pale, and he gasped for breath.

Zheng Fan just got up and came to the little monk.

The little monk started to foam at the mouth, and then, started to vomit, vomiting out all the food that he had eaten before and hadn't had time to digest.

Lord Zheng dodged and avoided the filth.

After the little monk vomited, the blood on his face was almost invisible, and then he began to curl up his body, holding his arms with both hands, looking very cold.

Zheng Houye covered his nose with his cuff, and slowly walked around to check the situation.

"Master...I'm so cold..."

"Mom, hot water, I'm cold, I'm cold..."

"Please, give me a bite, give me a bite..."

"Cold...so cold..."

Lord Zheng Hou listened patiently by the side, trying to write down all these words, maybe there was some news hidden in it.

"Lord Hou."

At this time, Xu Chuang reported outside.

"Master Hou, Lord Hou, by the way, master..."

The little monk was suddenly stimulated by the title "Hou Ye\

,"Said to himself:

"Master...this disciple has not forgotten your words...you tell disciple to go back to find Lord Hou...to find Master Hou..."

Zheng Fan immediately stretched out his hand to signal Xu Chuang who was standing at the door to stop talking.

then,

He took the initiative to lean over and said to Monk Fan:

"Benhou is here, looking for Benhou, what are you doing?"

The little monk Liao Fan didn't look at Zheng Fan at all, his eyes revealed thoughts and memories:

"Teacher... go back and tell Master Hou... the Buddha's golden body...he has to donate it... Hahahahaha... Now Master Hou can't renege on his debt...he can't renege on his debt..."

"This Marquis is not bad, hurry up, tell Ben Hou, what does your master want you to say to Ben Hou?"

"Teacher, look, look, look, there is really a person under the ice!"

Zheng Fan's gaze immediately became serious,

ice layer,

under,

people?

The master-student pair actually found it.

"That's right, master...it's a person...he was frozen to death...master...the savages here...why are they worshiping a person who was frozen to death?"

"Hey, so the savages are ignorant and easy to fool, hehe, another day when we master and apprentice change some things, we can also become Buddhas on this snow field and be enshrined in the temple."

"Ah...Master, look, the person under the ice seems to have moved a bit."

"Asshole, dare to scare your master, it's frozen, how can it move!"

"Master, he opened his eyes, opened his eyes, he is alive, he is alive!"

The young monk Liao Fan's face suddenly turned red. He was exhausted before and immediately jumped up, grabbed Zheng Fan's clothes with both hands, and shouted at Zheng Fan:

"He is alive, he is alive, the people under the ice are alive, alive!!!"

Zheng Fan didn't break free, and continued to listen to Fan's conversation for a while and his master for a while.

"Disciple, we have to go back quickly, we have to go back quickly, we have to go back and tell Lord Hou that we found the person he was looking for, mother, it's still a living creature."

"Yes, master, let's run, ah, the ice is cracked, cracked!"

at last,

The little monk Liao Fan looked at Zheng Fan in horror,

With a very pious voice, as if imitating the worship of some savages:

"The devil... descends... the devil... descends..."