If one wants to maintain local stability and stop all parties from causing trouble, Qian Ping and Long Jiu do not have the ability to do so, even if they are beaten to death. But if one wants to create chaos, take the opportunity to let all parties start fighting, and plunge the entire Nanzhao into chaos, then only one of these two people needs to be dispatched.
About half a month after the fire at Shangqing Temple, Qian Ping received news from Li Xiang. This was pretty much what they expected. Li Xiang would definitely choose to take action. After all, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he didn't take action now, he would probably be at a disadvantage.
It is obvious that this old monk is no longer of any use. He has said everything he needs to say, so it is time to send him on his way today. His body is still of some use.
"This old monk is still waiting to go to Chang'an City. The people we promised him remember this. Every time someone goes to bring him food, they will recite this to him."
After Qian Ping expressed his thoughts, Long Jiu ate and said beside him that they were now scattered around the royal city and absolutely did not dare to gather together. The main reason was that the air around them was filled with a tense atmosphere. If thousands of people gathered together, even if you just sat here and did nothing, those people would be suspicious of you. So they all broke up into small groups, and the farthest one was even more than a hundred miles away from the royal city.
"This old monk is really thinking too far ahead. Our Highness's order has arrived. After killing this guy, find a place to hang him up tonight, preferably somewhere conspicuous. I think the forces have quieted down a bit recently, so we need to hurry up and make some moves."
When Qian Ping faced these people, he had no mercy at all. Only after finishing the work here could he follow His Highness back to Chang'an. Only after doing the work here well could he live the same life as before. So you pity these people, but who will pity you?
"After I finish my meal, I'll just hang it at the entrance of Tianlong Temple. This way, the impact will be even greater. Besides, I've been scouting around Tianlong Temple these past few days. It's a truly serious temple. The monks there don't know much about martial arts. The monks who might be able to do martial arts are all in Shangqing Temple, which we burned down."
While eating, Long Jiu said that doing this was a kind act, sending the old monk back to Tianlong Temple. Although he was not the abbot of Tianlong Temple, he was also a monk in Tianlong Temple.
Of course, they did not feel any psychological pressure to do so. Although the old monk looked very philanthropic, there was a lot of gold and silver treasures when he retreated from Shangqing Temple. How did these things come from? I guess the old monk himself couldn't explain it. The local people were not very wealthy either. It was impossible for these people to cheat them out of their money.
In addition, they also heard that many people were arrested and taken to Shangqing Temple in the past, some of them were high-ranking officials, and some were ordinary people, but no one came out later. When someone went to Shangqing Temple to ask, they directly denied it. If you go to report to the police, they will give the same answer to the government.
To put it bluntly, this is a place that specializes in doing dirty work. Tianlong Temple is in the open and they are in the dark. They have done countless evil things. Now killing this old monk is also revenge for those dead souls.
"Are you going to take me to Chang'an? The date you promised is quite long."
When the old monk saw Long Jiu coming in, he felt a little nervous, but he kept telling himself that these people from the Tang Dynasty were trustworthy and would never lie to him, an old monk. He had told everything about Shangqing Temple in order to get a chance to go to Chang'an. If he continued to stay there, his senior brother would never let him go.
"As long as you yearn for Chang'an City, then Chang'an City is everywhere..."
When he said the first sentence, there was still a hint of doubt on the old monk's face. When he said the second sentence, the old monk finally knew that his life was coming to an end. When the old monk wanted to run to the side, a knife had already pierced his chest and lungs. The old monk was definitely not going to survive. However, after doing so many immoral things, you died very comfortably and it didn't torture you much. Compared with those people who died at your hands, you got a big bargain.
Late that night, Long Jiu brought his men to Tianlong Temple. Because of the fire in Shangqing Temple, there were a few more monks patrolling the temple. However, these monks were just ordinary people and had no skills. They were knocked unconscious by Long Jiu's men, and the old monk's body was hung on the gate plaque of Tianlong Temple.
Fortunately, this thing is made of old sunken wood, so it is very strong, otherwise it would have fallen down.
Tianlong Temple was a bustling place of worship. At dawn the next day, people were already preparing to burn incense. But today was different from other days. The steps in front of the temple were a sea of red. Many people thought they were seeing things. How could there be blood here? But when they rubbed their eyes and continued to look, it was definitely blood.
"Someone's dead! Someone's dead in Tianlong Temple..."
The first person who came to burn incense shouted loudly, and some monks in the doorway also heard it. When they rushed out, they realized that it was their great-uncle, who was the most senior in the entire temple and was the former abbot of Shangqing Temple.
Master Jinghong also came out immediately. He had been sleeping lightly these days and always felt that something bad was going to happen. Today, this thing finally happened. He had already arranged for disciples to patrol at night, but these people were knocked unconscious, so they knew nothing when he asked them.
When he saw his junior brother's body, Master Jinghong's face was filled with sadness. He finally knew the final result. It was exactly the same as the worst result he had imagined. Those people in Shangqing Temple would have no way to survive, and his arm would never grow back. This was the result of twenty years of hard work, but he didn't expect it to be burned down in a fire overnight, and his junior brother died in this way.
Suddenly, Master Jinghong began to worry. This junior fellow knew a lot about his scandals. If he was captured, would he tell them all? And he had evidence in his hands. What would happen to his image as a Buddhist master?
