"If the jade seal you got from the Qi Dynasty is fake, why do you think it was my father's exchange? Why didn't the Chu Dynasty clan do something?"
Hearing this, Gong Jun pulled the corner of his mouth and said with a half-smile, "You asked a very interesting thing."
When he became a monk, the old monk with the dharma name Tianyuan had a sluggish expression. Although he was old, his brain was still good, and he did not chant foolishly for many years.
"You didn't get the Imperial Jade Seal at all? Not even a fake one?" the old monk asked in astonishment.
The Chuan Guoyu Seal is just a symbol. If you have already established yourself in the world, you will naturally not care whether the jade seal you get is real or not. Because fakes can become real.
A person like the Qi Dynasty who has been unable to pacify the world for a long time can't bear the Chuan Guoyu Seal being left out.
Lu Zhang conquered Taijing and almost wiped out the Chu clan. The life of the descendants of the Chu Dynasty was much more difficult than that of the descendants of the Chen Dynasty. It was basically impossible to smuggle the Chuan Guoyu Seal out.
Even so, still not found
And if the three kings of the Chu Dynasty in the south had the jade seal of the country, they would have been impatient to stand up, and they would not have been fighting openly and secretly for who is the orthodox of the Chu Dynasty.
In this way, it is natural to doubt whether the jade seal of the Chu Dynasty exists.
The Chuan Guoyu Seal will not be shown to people on weekdays, but will only be stamped on important imperial edicts and sacrificial documents. As long as the printed words are correct, how can others know what it looks like
Perhaps this "fake seal" was destroyed during the palace change. Qi Chao wanted to track down the real jade seal, but he went to Chen Chao, who was in front of him. The old monk thought he had figured out the joint, and his face turned pale.
Gong Jun deliberately misled the old monk, he stretched out his hand to pick up the man, and said half-threateningly, "Jinyiwei was founded by you Chen Dynasty. I have some understanding. Anyone who is locked in, all asks for a happy death! It is better to tell what you know as soon as possible, don't blame this officer for not reminding you... "
The old monk shivered and looked frightened.
In fact, the Jinyiwei of the Qi Dynasty was not as terrible as the Chen Dynasty, not because the Jinyiwei of the current dynasty was fair and open, but because Lu Zhang wanted to guard the face of "the monarch and the ministers and the music". They would not be as vicious as the Chen Dynasty, directly taking down officials who were not pleasing to the emperor's eyes and throwing them into prison, and then being unable to see the sun for several years or more, tortured like a ghost.
However, the old monk didn't know this. Jinyiwei was notorious among the people. In addition, the emperor of the Qi Dynasty killed too many people. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. Stop!"
As he said that, he closed his eyes, and the tears rolled down, looking very pitiful.
Gong Jun did not buy his account.
Of course, after he found out the identity of the old monk, he felt wishful thinking that this person must know the whereabouts of the Chuan Guoyuxi, and naturally there are good reasons to suspect this descendant of the Chen Dynasty.
"It's true that you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, and you won't die until you don't see the Yellow River! This official has good words with you, but you don't take it seriously."
Gong Jun held his saber in his hand, and there were guards in Jinyi guarding outside the door and in front of the window. Those people were all his cronies. Not to mention that this old monk knew no martial arts. Even if he could, he wouldn't even want to escape from Liuhe Temple today.
"Three years ago, Liuhe Temple once repaired the house, right or not?"
"This, the monastery has been in disrepair for a long time, and the roof is leaking. Can it still be repaired?" The old monk retorted subconsciously, but his eyes were straight. He obviously did not expect Gong Jun to directly mention this matter.
"The best thing to do is to avoid it." Gong Jun finished his words, staring at the old monk and sneered, "It is indeed a common thing to repair a roof, and common people have it every year, but Liuhe Temple did it three years ago. Building a house is not as simple as fixing a roof!"
The old monk said nothing, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Gong Jun was about to say something else, but suddenly felt a chill on his back, and his heart tightened as he listened.
The old monk's heavy breathing, the Jinyiwei walking back and forth outside the door, the sound of the sword colliding with the armor under his robe, the sound of the wind blowing through the mountains...
Gong Jun waited suspiciously for a while, but found nothing unusual.
Ink carp on the roof: "… "
He believed what Meng Qi said now, the deputy commander of the palace was indeed very similar to a rabbit.
Not as timid as a rabbit, but very sensitive to the wind and grass.
Mo Li was already careful enough, and after a long delay, he avoided the sight of these Jin Yiwei guards, and also deliberately walked from the roof of the main hall of the temple to this side room.
Stepping on the snow without a trace of Qinggong did not make even the slightest sound, Gong Jun still felt something was wrong
Mo Li suddenly realized something, he made a gesture to Meng Qi, who silently left the roof. After another half a stick of incense, the voice of voice resounded in the room again.
"… "
This level of sensitivity is really only seen in the life of the black carp.
Although Gong Jun has been fooled by now, the warning signs should not occur frequently. It has happened twice now, and if it happens again, the deputy commander of the palace will probably be gone.
In order to avoid being discovered by the people below, the ink carp deliberately lowered its body and almost stuck to the roof tiles.
Meng Qi simply lay on the roof of the main hall of the temple, looking sideways at the ink carp.
Mo Li was helpless, and waved his hand slightly to signal Meng Qi not to move casually.
Gong Jun didn't know that there was already an eavesdropper above his head, he rationalized his thoughts, looked at the pale old monk, and asked abruptly, "The monks in Liuhe Temple went to other temples to pay for their house repairs that day. It can be checked every day, with a total of 11 days before and after. What kind of roof is this, so difficult to repair? Why is there no obvious change in the temple after spending so much energy? He complained about the roof leaking from time to time, which is weird!"
The old monk moved his lips and murmured a few words.
Rao is Mo Li's inner strength, and only barely heard the words "main hall" and "roof beam".
"Why, you still want to make a quibble? Do you want to talk about replacing the beams?" Gong Jun took out a booklet and threw it in front of the old monk, and said in a bad tone, "The situation of Liuhe Temple's building repairs over the past ten years, this official has already I checked it out, including where you bought the wood and tiles, who the merchant was, who was the craftsman who received the wages, etc. The only thing that is suspicious is that there have been three times in the past ten years, and the craftsman you hired does not know. There is no real source of the origin, including the overhaul three years ago."
In the world, household registration is the strictest. A craftsman is a craftsman's book, and there is a book that can be checked.
As a result, all the craftsmen in the capital city of Nuoda, together with the villages near Shangyun Mountain, searched all over, but no one who built Liuhe Temple three years ago was found. Gong Jun expanded the scope to counties and towns near the capital, but still found nothing.
Artisans usually do not work alone.
Those who go out to work have proofs, and those who are idle at home also have proofs from neighbors.
After investigating one by one, the mysterious group of craftsmen could not be found.
So a group of people with suspicious identities came to Liuhe Temple three years ago, colluded with the abbot, and dug or hid things in the temple in the name of repairing houses.
And it may not be the first time this group has come.
"Ten years ago in the winter, when you were not an abbot, a wall suddenly collapsed, and someone was invited to repair it in the temple. Although it has been a long time, we can still find out the whole story. The Taoist priest heard that Xianyueguan was also repairing houses, so he was lazy and did not go down the mountain, and entered the temple and invited the craftsman.
"The second time was five years ago, when you were the abbot of Liuhe Temple, saying that the pagoda had been in disrepair for a long time, and the craftsman you were looking for couldn't find the origin. That's okay, you accidentally fell and got hurt during the repair, here is you. At that time, I asked for the prescription prescribed by Langzhong. Besides the medicine for traumatic injuries, how can there be a prescription for calming the shock
"And three years ago, you asked the monks to leave Liuhe Temple for more than ten days, pretending to be building houses during the day, but not knowing what they were doing in the dark! Let me ask you, why did you order the craftsmen to bury the well in the courtyard with stones?"
Ink carp was very surprised.
Isn't the backyard well in good use? Is there another well
"Yes, it was when the house was being repaired that the soil fell into it and polluted the water in the well." The old monk was very confused.
"Someone!" Gong Jun called his subordinates into the room with a cold face, and gestured, "Take the monks in the temple alone for questioning! This official suspects that Liuhe Temple is harboring gangsters, and it is suspected of conspiracy!"
Jin Yiwei immediately stepped back, and the old monk was shaky.
"The nearest stream to Liuhe Temple is three miles away. There is another temple there. This official has already asked about it there. Back then, the monks of Liuhe Temple were full of complaints and asked to dig the well again, but you also put it off." Gong Jun Before waiting for the old monk to recover, he shouted angrily, "Have you dug something and caused the well water to become turbid, you are afraid that people will find out and simply fill the well? Where is the Chuan Guo Yuxi, and the origins of those unidentified craftsmen are clearly explained. The official can spare you not to die!"
When Mo Li heard this, he was sure that the abbot knew about the treasures of Emperor Li's Mausoleum.
Just, Chuan Guoyu Seal
Gong Jun believed that the prince of the Chen Dynasty had ordered the Chuan Guoyu Seal to be buried in the underground of this ancient temple, but the exact location could not be communicated to the prince's son, only that it was Liuhe Temple. So this old monk hid his identity, pretended to be someone else and entered Liuhe Temple, and then spent ten years to become an abbot.
Those craftsmen may have known the whereabouts of the jade seal from elsewhere. They don't work for the descendants of the Chen Dynasty, but they feel that the jade seal is valuable and can be taken to the south or from the King of Heaven to get money and wealth, so they came to Longclaw Peak three times in ten years to find the jade seal.
The first time he may not be sure of the location, the second time he set eyes on Liuhe Temple, threatened the abbot to submit, or promised some kind of benefit, this is the third time.
Gong Jun's conjecture was reasonable and reasonable, but there was a misunderstanding.
The old monk's eyes were straight and his whole body was trembling.
Shaking and shaking, he fainted with foaming at the mouth.
"Come on!"
The Jinyiwei outside the door responded.
"Help him up and find a boss!" Gong Jun frowned.
He didn't know if the old monk was pretending, or if he was really sick. Anyway, he made up his mind to sit in the room of Liuhe Temple and not leave.
"Take the person to the wooden couch over there! Immediately send someone to guard this room, and the mountain gate and the pagoda are also sent to guard, and all the monks in the temple are watching."
"... Gong Tongzhi, we don't have enough people!"
Jin Yiwei didn't know the identity of the old monk, so he hesitated.
Gong Jun tapped his fingers and said impatiently, "Then call the person back!"
The two Jin Yiwei hurried out, and they didn't know where to find Lang Zhong for a while. It was probably too late to go to the capital, so they could only try their luck in the village at the foot of the mountain.
The author has something to say:
Old monk: Injustice! There is really no national jade seal!