The Gallant and the Governor Ximen Qing

  The abbot of Fahua Temple was very surprised. Every year, when the season arrived, people came to Fahua Temple to admire the peach blossoms in an endless stream, and many brought their families with them. However, bringing a whole fleet of cars was something that Abbot Daxuan had never seen in his more than 20 years as abbot.

  Fortunately, the Fahua Temple area is large enough and there are separate houses for tourists to stay temporarily. Although it's said that Fahua Temple provides free accommodation, Master Daxuan has never seen anyone who doesn't give money with a thick face.

  Because those who come to admire the peach blossoms will also worship Buddha and leave some incense money, which also has a meaning of temple maintenance fees. This is also the purpose of Fahuasi Temple planting peach trees, otherwise it would be difficult to maintain such a large temple.

  Ximen Qing was also surprised, because this was the first time he had seen such a perfectly developed tourist destination since he came to this strange world, and the boss behind the scenes was actually a monk!

  The peach branches are pruned very carefully to ensure that the most beautiful flowers bloom in spring; under the peach trees, there is a thick lawn, and the big round monk also provides various types of straw mats to meet different needs. The monks do not drink wine, but when tourists want to drink while admiring the beauty of the peach blossoms, someone naturally comes to sell it. Each merchant has to pay a certain fee, which the big round monk calls maintenance fees.

  Even in some corners, Da Yuan and Shang have set up temporary tents, isolating blocks of space to provide private spaces for couples with special needs. This "luxurious room" is of course charged, and the cost is not low.

  When Ximen Qing strolled through the peach forest, all sorts of seductive sounds kept echoing in his ears, most of which were restrained, but some bold ones completely disregarded others and sang loudly!

  Good luck with everything!

  Under such a grand environment, Pan Jinlian's face was always red, while the little demon Xue'er on the side was giggling and pulling Pan Jinlian to listen to various sounds, whispering something in her ear. Soon, Ximen Qing saw Xue'er and Pan Jinlian chasing each other in the peach forest.

  "Master!" Ximen Qing grabbed the sleeve of Da Yuan monk: "Don't be a monk anymore, follow me and mix it up!"

  This big bald head is simply a business genius! If he doesn't let me work for him, it's unfair!

  "The donor is laughing at the little monk." Dajun and the abbot gently broke free from Ximen Qing, joined their hands together in a gesture of respect, with an air of dignity that brooked no intrusion: "The little monk has retreated into the empty gate; worldly affairs have long since had nothing to do with him. If the donor has any intention, he might as well offer more incense oil."

  Wu Song and Shi Qian looked at each other and burst out laughing, even Yan Qing couldn't help but laugh too, the gloom that had been on their faces all along disappeared.

  Ximen Qing's entourage was large in number, occupying nearly half of the other courtyard. He generously gave fifty taels of fragrant oil money, not daring to bully a monk!

  The abbot of the Great Circle Temple received the visitor with a smile all over his face, waiting to personally act as a tour guide and explain several best viewing spots. Suddenly, a little monk came to report: "Master, there is an old guest arriving."

  "What an old customer, didn't you see that everyone in front of us is a noble guest?" Daxuan monk's face showed dissatisfaction, and he mediated again: "The child doesn't understand the rules, please don't blame him, noble guests."

  "Since you're familiar guests, Master, why don't you go keep them company." Ximen Qing smiled and said, "We'll just take a stroll around."

  "The noble guest's heart is kind and generous, I thank you." The Great Round Monk bowed respectfully and floated away with the little monk.

  "What's so strange about this old customer?" Drumming up a strange tone, he said: "These bald donkeys see money and are like flies smelling blood, whoever gives the most money is served like a Bodhisattva. What do we have to be generous with?"

  The rogue Yan Qing's sharp eyes reminded him, "Just now that little monk said he was an old customer with his mouth, but his right hand stretched out three fingers and made a gesture, definitely something urgent for Da Yuan to handle."

  "What can this bunch of bald donkeys have to do?" Shi Qian said mercilessly: "Could it be that the privately kept women are fighting over favor and jealousy, and started a fight?"

  Ximen Qing and Wu Song both laughed and said: "Third brother's mouth is like that, he just won't let people off."

  "Two brothers didn't know that most monks in the world are fake, and behind their backs they do all sorts of things?" Drumming up a lively tone: "This is what I saw with my own eyes, can't help but believe it. Last time there was a bald donkey who took money for incense oil and called two or three prostitutes to come and serve him, I was squatting on the beam watching."

  "What happened after that?" Ximen Qing asked strangely.

  "Later... later it didn't seem interesting anymore, so I opened that bald donkey's trunk and gave him a roll-up meeting." Shi Qian laughed: "When leaving, he threw the bald donkey's clothes on the roof, who told him not to be a good monk!"

  Drumming on the drum, Yí Jiàn said: "I'll follow them today to see if that bald donkey is going as an old customer or a young lover."

  Everyone burst out laughing and watched as Shi Yan followed the big monk from afar.

  The Great Monk Dajue felt a sense of unease in his heart since he saw the gesture made by Little Shami, which meant that no matter who the visitor was, he had to unconditionally obey. For years, he had been living a comfortable and indulgent life, with women secretly kept in his room. With this sudden arrival, things might not go well for him, and he might even have to leave in a hurry.

  Thinking of that woman's round buttocks, Da Yuan monk really couldn't bear to part with her.

  What the Great Monk didn't expect was that the person who came was a young man with red lips and white teeth, wearing ordinary clothes, but with a sharp aura in his movements, making it impossible for people to look straight at him.

  The kind of sharpness that has killed many people.

  The big monk couldn't help but feel a slight tremble in his heart, and he ordered the little monk to roll far away. He stepped forward and paid respects, saying: "Is the donor well? May I ask where the donor comes from? What business does the donor have with me?"

  Hua Rong wore a conical hat, pulled very low, but the big round monk still felt Hua Rong's piercing eyes shining through the gap in the hat, staring at him for a long time.

  "Brother Song Gongming asked me to come and take care of something." Hua Rong withdrew his gaze, pulled out a waist card from his bosom: "I need the quietest room, and I'll leave after it's done."

  Song Gongming's name, gesture, plus this waist card, Da Yuan and the monk can confirm that Hua Rong is indeed sent by Song Jiang, and also confirm that he is not here to trouble himself.

  Wiping away his sweat in secret, Da Yuan and Shang let out a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, no matter what you need, I'll definitely take care of it for you."

  "How is the road from here to Zengtou City?" Hua Rong asked: "And my horse, you want to find someone to feed it well for me."

  "No problem!" Da Yuan looked at it and saw that there was still a pair of muddy golden pheasant fine bows hanging on the saddle, plus half a pot of iron arrows. He suddenly had an idea in his heart, turned his head to see Hua Rong's eyes scanning over, and quickly withdrew his gaze, introducing the roads around him to Hua Rong.

  None of them noticed that behind the wall, half a head was exposed, which was exactly the Drumming Flea who was hiding on the wall and listening carefully.

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  "What an old customer, obviously a young man with a bow and arrow, how embarrassing to come. After Shi Qian returned, he spat out white foam and told Ximen Qing and Wu Song: "This person doesn't seem to be too familiar with that bald donkey, took out a token and let the bald donkey see it."

  "Token of authority?" Ximen Qing and Wu Song exchanged a glance. They both still had the token of authority from the Imperial City Guard by their side, could it be that this person was also an official?

  "Third brother, have you clearly seen what is on his waist?"

  "This... is a bit far away, can't see clearly." Shi Qian thought for a moment: "However, that young man's gaze was extremely sharp, not an ordinary person."

  "What did you hear?" Ximen Qing asked again.

  Shi Qian rubbed his head: "That gaze is too fierce, I don't even dare to stick my head out completely. From a distance, I only heard that young man asking the bald donkey to feed the horse and ask about the nearby road. I have no idea what he's doing."

  "What's the point of that? As long as it has nothing to do with us, that's all." Ximen Qing touched the sheep fat white jade pendant and successfully attracted Shi Yan's gaze: "Third brother doesn't need to go and investigate either, in case he gets discovered and it's not good."

  Wu Song suddenly asked: "Is there a big place nearby? This young man is definitely not here to see the peach blossoms. Since he's asking about the road, it must be related to some nearby place."

  "It's said that a few miles away, there's a place called Zengtou City." Langzi Yaqing was more familiar with this area: "There are also several thousand people living here, it's considered a big place."

  "Zengtou City?" Ximen Qing suddenly grasped a clue: "Isn't there a teacher in Zengtou City named Shi Wengong?"

  Chao Tianwang was shot in the head in the city, this key plot of Water Margin is also the biggest mystery, Ximen Qing certainly remembers. Since Chao Tianwang's death after being shot, Song Jiang has been firmly seated as the leader in Liangshan.

  Although it is said that Chui Tianwang was shot by a poisoned arrow and died, and the arrow shaft still had the three characters "Shi Wengong", which confirmed that Shi Wengong's cold arrow hit Chui Tianwang, but there are still many mysteries in this.

  Was this arrow really shot by Shi Wengong?

  Even if Shi Wengong shot it out, at that time it was pitch black, how did Shi Wengong just happen to hit the first arrow on Zhu Tongtian's helmet?

  Shi Wengong's martial arts skills were unmatched, and he was extremely skilled with his bow and horse. Why did he insist on using poison on the arrowhead?

  Moreover, after the event, Shi Wengong never boasted about it from start to finish, and he seemed like an outsider who didn't know that he was the one who shot Chong Er.

  The most suspicious thing is Chao Gai's last words: "If the one who shot me to death can be called the master of Liangshanbo."

  Isn't this will just a clear indication that he didn't want Song Jiang to be the leader of Liangshan Po? As for the later development of events, it has already exceeded the expectations of this Chao Tianwang, and this will is nothing but nonsense.

  "Has my brother also heard of Shi Wengong's reputation?" It was Wu Song who spoke, sneering: "I've heard that this guy is quite skilled in martial arts, a good opponent. Unfortunately, he was hired with a large sum of money to be a teacher, and thus tarnished his name. Many people in the jianghu ridicule him, he can't be considered a good hero!"