In the New Year, under the afternoon sun, anyone will feel a little relaxed.
On the edge of the East City, a servant in yellow wrapped many old books in a piece of coarse cloth, and he mentioned a carriage parked at the entrance of the alley with difficulty.
The carriageman paid the book and rewarded more than ten copper coins. The yellow-clothed servant immediately smiled and said New Year's greetings.
The carriageman responded, put the boss's coarse cloth bag into the carriage, and then carried the carriage slowly walking in the streets and alleys.
Sitting in the carriage was Wei Liangshou, the Right Chief of Shangshu in casual clothes.
He untied the coarse cloth package, carefully searched it inside, and found a silk book.
The silk book looks very old on the outside, but after it is unfolded, it is covered with new silk cloth, and the lines of small characters on it are also new.
Wei Liangshou pointed his fingers on small characters, and he looked over word by word. Every time he saw a word, the true energy glow flashed on his fingers, and the ink marks of the small characters blurred and turned into a small black ball that was scattered.
The carriage was jogging slightly.
The curtain of the car kept swaying gently, and wisps of golden sunshine kept falling on his hands and face with a little warmth.
There were constant laughter and joy in the streets and alleys around, and the fragrance of soup and meat were floating in the air.
Even he, the Uighur spy hidden deep in the court, was relaxed at this time.
He did not notice that a black centipede quietly crawled in from the edge of the car door.
At this time, all kinds of insects are dormant, and ordinary centipedes are not yet active.
Although this centipede is only as thick as a baby's fingers and does not look big, the black on her body is much deeper than that of an ordinary centipede.
It crawled slowly along the corners of the carriage, approaching Wei Liangshou's feet little by little.
Before Wei Liangshou could finish reading the handwriting on the silk book, his fingers were still moving slowly on the silk book, without even realizing that there was a strange centipede in his carriage.
The centipede was getting closer and closer to his feet, and he was about to touch his feet when he saw it. However, at this moment, it seemed that an invisible breath in the air suddenly broke.
The entire body of the centipede curled up instantly and shook upwards.
Wei Liangshou suddenly became alert. He almost subconsciously reached out and slapped the old book roared out, instantly hitting the jumping centipede and hitting it on the wall of the carriage.
There was a bang, and the driver was also surprised and stopped the carriage in an instant.
"What's the matter?"
The coachman asked in a deep voice.
Wei Liangshou knocked his fingers on the wall of the car, but he didn't reply.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the half-black centipede exposed below the old book.
The black centipede was already stiff, but her black hard shell was not broken at all. It didn't seem to be killed by his old book, but it seemed to be backfired by some kind of aura, and its vitality was cut off.
At this moment, the coachman suddenly turned his head.
Wherever he looked, he saw a head rolling down on one roof.
The man's head rolled fast, and when it fell from the eaves, a large amount of blood on the roof chasing the man's head slid down.
The coachman breathed suddenly, and he reached out to touch the cushion under him, and pulled out a short knife about two feet long.
At this time, the lane where the carriage was walking was not narrow. It was usually enough to pass two carriages side by side. The laughter and joy in the courtyards on both sides were constantly stopping, and there was no abnormality at all. But this lane seemed to be another world, exuding a strange atmosphere.
No one passed by at both ends of the lane.
The coachman was sweating coldly all over his body. He felt a terrible aura surged on the roof on the other side, but it quickly disappeared.
There was a light bang.
It seemed that something fell on the roof tiles.
After several breaths, a woman with a very ordinary appearance but a tall figure slowly walked over to the entrance of the alley facing the front of the carriage.
The woman seemed to have done some farm work just now, and her hands were covered with dirt.
But looking at the head in the alley, her face did not change at all. She just said calmly, "Someone wants to kill him, the leader's people will deal with it."
After saying this, the woman turned around and left.
The whole alley returned to dead silence, but the feeling that made people feel particularly palpitations had disappeared.
Before the coachman could react, two slap sounds came from the carriage.
The coachman quickly put away the short knife in his hand and drove away in a carriage.
After the carriage drove on the avenue, Wei Liangshou, who had been calm, breathed a sigh of relief. The chill in his heart completely burst out at this time, turning into cold sweat that kept oozing from his back.
The person who wanted to assassinate him just now was definitely not the Chang'an official family.
If the Tang Dynasty officials found out that he was a secret spy of the Uighurs, they would definitely capture him alive instead of using such assassination.
This kind of control of assassination of poisonous insects is not a means that ordinary practice can have.
When his eyes fell on the silk book in front of him again, he knew that the greatest possibility was that it was related to his secretly pursuing the mystery of the murder of Mani monks.
It was just that the matter was secretly investigated, and some forces had noticed it, which led to such assassination.
It can be seen how the forces of all parties are determined to get that thing.
After calming down, Wei Liangshou took out a small roll of sheepskin and a small pen from his sleeve and started writing quickly.
...
When Wei Liang was holding a pen and writing wildly, the Sixth Prince also listened to the reward of a palace maid.
"Ganye Temple...why did he go to Ganye Temple specifically for?"
There is also a pagoda in Ganye Temple called the Three Pagoda.
The tower is divided into five floors, small and cannot be reached, but it is simplified and solemn.
The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty did not even bring his companions that he would have to bring on his usual trips. All the entourages were stopped outside the temple. He entered the temple alone and saw the tower, he slowly turned around the tower.
Turning to the third round, he had just stopped when he heard a woman say lightly, "Why, does the True Dragon Emperor also need to show respect for the Buddha?"
The emperor turned around calmly and looked at the woman who was making a sound.
This is a nun wearing a plain monk's robe.
Her hair was shaved without a single one.
The sunlight fell on her head, and the top of her head felt like it was even glowing.
She is not young, at least in her thirties.
But her face and the tranquility on her face make people easily ignore her age and only think she is beautiful.
Some people's beauty is like blooming flowers, warm and gorgeous, while their beauty is like the landscape ink paintings with thick and thinness, the more you look at it, the more you feel it tastes.
The emperor did not respond to the woman's words, but just smiled faintly and said, "How are you doing recently?"
The woman did not answer his boring question, but said very simply, "So urgent? Even the New Year doesn't make people settle down?"
The emperor said, "Take on the Lantern Festival."
The woman calculated the time and said calmly, "I will be ready. Then you can tell me where I want to go and who I want to deal with."
The emperor didn't say much anymore, but just looked at the small three-palace, his eyes flashed slightly, as if glass shining in his eyes.
The woman asked lightly, "Are you not tired after pretending for so many years?"
The emperor glanced at her and answered her question seriously this time, "For the sake of doing it in my heart, some people would rather sacrifice their lives. Even if I pretend to work hard, I am still alive. Is there anything else to complain about?"
The woman said calmly: "You have seen the Tang Dynasty you want. Since that's the case, do you still have to hold on to a small matter? Don't you think that such willfulness will destroy the Tang Dynasty you want?"
"Things are done one by one." The emperor smiled, with indescribable majesty, "Unless I am not in this world, I will naturally have to finish what I decide to do. And... this is never a trivial matter."
...
Three pieces of secret note were sent to Gu Liubai's hand with his back.
There was no more than a cup of tea before and after.
The first secret note I got was from the fifth prince.
Now, the students who followed the secret guards of the fifth prince to Yankangfang to send secret letters were already students of Songxi Academy and Qianxin Academy. The first students selected by the fifth princes had been quietly placed in Chang'an before Gu Liubai and others came to Chang'an, and they all had livelihoods on the surface, and were not practitioners themselves, so they did not attract attention.
Just as Gu Liubai expected, the person whom Luang Po sensed was confirmed, and he was in a yard in Chongyifang. His identity was unknown, but according to the clues from the city gatekeeper and the background of the yard, the fifth prince could be sure that this person was probably related to Li and was transferred from another place.
In addition to this incident, the fifth prince also mentioned a piece of information conveyed by the sixth prince in his secret note. The emperor went to Ganye Temple specifically, and he probably entered the temple alone, and did not bring anyone out when he came out.
The second secret note comes from the clues found by Wei Liangshou.
Wei Liangshou's efficiency is not bad. The fifth and sixth princes have not found out why Li secretly killed many Mani monks, but he has found out.
Li should be tracing an evil thing.
The evil things mentioned in the Tang Dynasty are often called "supernatural powers" in the world of practitioners.
For example, Bai Susu's umbrella that is used to calling it "Xuan Soldier" by practitioners, and it already has some mysterious functions. If this type of weapon is much more powerful and has amazing supernatural powers, and does not require the cooperation of unique true qi and secret techniques, as long as it falls into the hands of people with sufficient cultivation, it is called "supernatural powers".
But his mother told him that any weapon called "supernatural objects" in the world of cultivators often has strange effects. In addition, the royal family of the Sui Dynasty specially plundered and refined these weapons to suppress the world's cultivators. Therefore, when the Tang Dynasty, the officials of the Tang Dynasty used "evil objects" to mark this weapon.
Things that can be called evil things mean strength and weirdness.
Gu Liubai originally thought that the secret report provided by Wei Liangshou was extremely credible. If it weren't for the group of people in Yinshan who happened to follow Wei Liangshou, Wei Liangshou would have been a corpse now.
The third secret letter he did not expect happened to confirm Wei Liangshou's information.
This third secret note comes from Tianzhu.
He had already arranged two old friends from Xu Tuibei as the contactors of the two monks in India, and on the way he came, he passed the method of contact to the two monks in India.
Among them, the Buddhist sect in India seemed to be even better, and Tan Lingzang was soon sent by a Western Region merchant.
There are two things on this secret note.
The first thing is to ask him to help, to see if he could take advantage of the Canglang Sword Sect and Gu Shiwu's sword competition and take the opportunity to kill Gu Shiwu, the Buddhist son, the Taoist protector.
The second thing is actually about this evil thing.
It is said that according to their knowledge, there was a Mani monk hiding in Chang'an in a low-key manner and possessing a powerful evil thing in his hand. Now, Li and several top clans have noticed it and want to snatch this evil thing.
Let me conspire to kill myself?
Gu Liubai looked at the seal of the paper and didn't find it funny. Instead, he felt that his inspiration was really wise.
The Buddhist sect of Zhongtianzhu asked him to help, but he didn't just talk, but even prepared the rewards and plots.
The thing used for plotting is called Feishiling, and the reward is a Haishizhu.
Chapter completed!