The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Chapter 1401

When Pei Che was mentioned, the two exchanged a knowing smile.

After the three of them had a good drink together last time, their relationship became much closer. Song Guanzhou became more casual and asked about Pei Che's whereabouts. Lin Shan shook his head and said, "The Third Young Master is now traveling around at leisure. He really goes wherever he wants. I don't know either."

Song Guanzhou looked on with envy. “That’s good. I’ve never seen a map of our country’s territory, so I don’t know how vast the territory under Da Long is, but I imagine it’s quite large. I think it’s quite impressive that Third Brother can travel all over Da Long.”

It's better than committing evil deeds and falling into depravity.

Lin Shan nodded, "The late emperor expanded the territory, and now His Majesty is working hard to govern, so the territory is naturally quite large. However, the roads are rugged, requiring crossing mountains and valleys. You saw the Third Young Master last time, Madam, and he was very thin."

"That's natural. They've been eating and sleeping in the open along the way. I noticed that both he and his servant claimed to be Buddhist disciples, so they must have been lacking in oil and meat. It's only natural that they wouldn't get enough nutrition in the long run."

What is a nutritionist?

Lin Shan was puzzled.

But Song Guanzhou brushed it off lightly, and instead comforted Lin Shan, "Don't worry, the two of us gave him a lot of advice last time. He doesn't lack money. He just rests and conserves his energy wherever he goes. The more he travels and sees, the clearer his mind will become."

If you can't let go, then let it go.

Lotus also asked the young novice monk to bring hot tea, and the two of them simply set up a chess game. Lin Shan was a step ahead in skill and was more than capable of dealing with a terrible chess player like Song Guanzhou.

After several rounds of fighting, Song Guanzhou still covered his eyes, unable to bear to look.

"Linshan, you're simmering this frog over a low flame, making my death even more unbearable." Upon hearing this, Lotus quickly spat three times, "Good madam, today is a sacred Buddhist site, please don't be so preoccupied with death!"

Whoops!

Song Guanzhou snorted lightly, "In the presence of a Buddhist monk, one should be even more open-minded in the face of life and death."

“What you say is absolutely right! Buddhism does not shy away from life and death; it simply takes a more detached and composed view than ordinary people.”

Following the sound, an old man in a gray monk's robe slowly walked towards the corner of the corridor. If he was a monk, he had a few strands of white hair on his head. If he wasn't a monk, judging from his robe and the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, he wasn't a lay Buddhist either.

Song Guanzhou looked at Linshan, who shook his head slightly; he had never seen him before either.

The old man had a kind face and gentle eyes. He walked up to Song Guanzhou and stood up to greet him. Song Guanzhou nodded slightly and pointed to his legs and feet. "Please forgive me, sir. My legs and feet are injured. I was rude."

“You’re too kind, benefactor. I was watching the rain from Tingfeng Pavilion when I overheard the three of you playing chess here. I just happened to become interested and took the liberty of disturbing you.”

Song Guanzhou waved his hand, "Please sit down, sir. We have disturbed your peace and quiet. Watching the rain is a quiet and elegant affair, but we ordinary people have interfered."

Her face was delicate and pretty, and her eyes were like stars. When she closed her eyes, all her brilliance was captured, but once she opened them, they were dazzlingly beautiful.

Lin Shan boldly stepped forward and helped the old man to a seat.

Song Guanzhou personally poured hot tea, and the old man, without any formality, bowed in thanks and took a sip. "Tea from the Xiao family of Jiangzhou?"

Hey!

"Sir, you have a good eye. Is the food to your liking?"

The old gentleman stroked his few remaining white beards and nodded. "It's a natural habit. I've loved Jiangzhou tea for many years, especially the spring tea that Xiao Hongli personally prepared. Even after many years, it still has a lingering fragrance on my lips and teeth."

It turns out to be an old friend.

Song Guanzhou's brows relaxed. "May I ask your honorific title, sir? The Xiao clan chief you speak of is my husband's maternal uncle."

"This old monk is Hongzhao."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shan turned his head and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Master Hongzhao? Aren't you the eminent monk who discussed Taoism and Buddhism with Elder Jiang Qu for seven days before?"

"This young man has also heard that it was when Mr. Liu Zhi and I were in high spirits that we had a good debate."

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Yu Cheng and Sanbing and Siding changed out of their raincoats and straw hats and entered Longen Temple to carry out their tasks separately.

"If there are few people, then take action without saying a word. Once you've succeeded, leave."

When it comes to actual murder, who cares about reasoning? They're all ruthless people. Now that the young lady has spoken, Yu Cheng has no more worries.

The three of them concealed their murderous aura and acted as ordinary worshippers, tracking Song Guanzhou's figure in the Buddhist temple.

The novice monk had cleared the Buddhist hall for the women of the Duke's mansion early on. Wherever they wanted to kneel and worship, he had cleared away the worshippers and unimportant servants, and even had someone guard the courtyard gate.

In addition to monks, there were also servants and guards from the government office.

Yu Cheng and his two companions found this place, located a secluded spot, and slipped inside.

Listening to the soft chanting of sutras, they chose a high place to spy on the courtyard. After Mrs. Mei, Xiao Yinxiu, led everyone to finish their kneeling and worship, they filed out.

Pei Chen and his group followed behind, and the dozens of men, women, and servants made their way towards Guanyin Bodhisattva. San Bing asked in a low voice, "Boss, who exactly is this large, colorful group of people, that Song family member?"

The target this time is only Song Guanzhou.

Yu Cheng squinted and looked carefully, finally spotting the face among the group of women. Just as he was about to point it out, he suddenly realized that Song Shi's legs were broken, so how could she be the one walking normally in front of him?

No! This is Song Guanzhou's cousin, Xu Lingqiao, whom he personally sent to Qingmei Garden.

They're incredibly lucky to be alive.

Yu Cheng pointed at Xu Lingqiao, "That woman in the blue-green clothes is Song's cousin. Song looks about five or six points like her. You two remember that."

Si Ding nodded, "Don't worry, boss, I've met the Song family once."

"where?"

"A study."

Yu Cheng turned to San Bing and asked, "Did you remember it?"

Sanbing examined her carefully for a while before nodding. "She's so weak, it shouldn't be a problem. My brothers and I will tie her up and leave. We'll slit her throat and throw her into the dry well we came from. Nobody will know."

"Alright, you don't need to go back now that this is over. You two brothers can take the money and disappear into the martial world. I'll come and meet you later."

The three hid under the eaves, talking and watching, but after everyone had left, they still hadn't seen the lame Song Guanzhou.

"Not here?"

Sanbing was somewhat uncertain, but Yu Cheng shook his head. "The message that came from the Duke's mansion is probably true. It's likely that Song is being lazy and shirking her duties, even avoiding the Buddha's presence, and hiding somewhere else."

After the women of the Duke's mansion left the main hall where they had been kneeling in worship, Yu Cheng and the others retraced their steps. Yu Cheng instructed the two of them to split up and search for the missing women, while he disguised himself as a pilgrim and knelt devoutly at the spot where the women of the Duke's mansion had just knelt in worship.

He was dressed smartly and didn't look like someone from a wealthy family.

After the monks finished chanting the sutras, he performed the customary three kneelings and nine kowtows. Finally, he stood up and took out one or two taels of silver. He said, “I am just a peasant. My wife is seriously ill and difficult to cure. I am truly powerless to help her. I have come here to beg the Buddha for mercy and to save my wife’s life.”

His face was full of grief, and he spoke with sorrow.

The young monk, unaware of the gravity of the situation, simply clasped his hands together and repeatedly uttered "Amitabha," then imitated his master's words of comfort. Yu Cheng continued, "I've only just entered the sect, but I almost offended a distinguished person. Could you perhaps tell me whose distinguished person that was? I saw that the lady at the head of the group had a kind and gentle face, and I was thinking of asking her for help; perhaps she could—"

He couldn't finish his sentence because he was choked up.

What a show...