Zhu Sanfu personally drove the car, followed the Japanese monks, circled around the city for a few times, and then walked towards the south gate of the capital. The people from Shuntian Mansion had gathered at this time and were all following behind the carriage and on standby.

At this time, there were many people queuing out of the city. The monks left the city one by one, and two carriages were parked on the side of the road. These people came out and headed straight for the carriages.

Zhu Sanfu narrowed his eyes. It seemed that they did not act without permission, but someone responded. As expected, Jiang was still old, and Zhang Fuling's judgment was really accurate.

Just when those people were about to get on the carriage, Zhang Fuling opened the curtain and waved his hands behind him. Several yamen runners rushed to the city guards and showed the sign. Everyone quickly bowed and bowed.

It seemed that when the sound from the city gate was heard, the Japanese monks were instantly shocked, and they rolled and climbed onto the car. Before the two coachmen got on the car, they directly grabbed the reins and fled.

Zhang Fuling narrowed his eyes, afraid that they would not run away. If they did not run away, it would be difficult to take action. Only by chasing them out of the city can there be a reason to catch people.

He ordered loudly:

"Catch those fake monks back to me!"

Zhang Wanxun was right beside him, grabbed the reins, clamped the horse's belly hard, and shouted:

"Go away from the way, don't block the way by arresting the suspect, rush for me!"

The shouting in this life was extremely loud. Everyone waiting to leave the city at the gate was so scared that they hurriedly hugged the child and helped the old man, dodged to one side, and made way out in an instant.

Zhang Wanxun was the first to rush out, and then a group of yamen runners chased him out on foot. After all, this was in the city. Even though he thought that these people would run, he could not ambush a large number of horses. Following him was Zhu Sanfu's carriage.

The two carriages were not slow, but they could not run away from Zhang Wanxun's horse. After chasing for a while, he rushed directly to his eyes, raised the knife in his hand, and brushed it twice, and the horse's reins were cut off.

Then he put away his knife, pulled the saddle of the two horses directly, and used both arms to force the horses under his feet to step on the spot. In an instant, the two carriages also stopped slowly.

"Well!"

With the shouting, although they were frightened, the two horses stopped moving, and the yamen runners behind had already caught up.

At the same time, Zhu Sanfu's carriage also arrived. Zhang Fuling jumped off the carriage. The Japanese monks were trembling one by one, and no one dared to get off the carriage.

The two people driving were so panicked that they jumped into the car and landed lightly on the shaft of the car. The knife in his hand was already placed on the neck of a Japanese monk.

The cold touch and bloody blade made the Japanese monk so weakened his legs in an instant.

However, he didn't dare to move the position of his neck at all. Just now, Zhang Wanxun jumped and let him know that he couldn't run away today. He quickly raised his hands and looked at Zhang Wanxun.

"The hero...is deadly!"

Zhang Wanxun: "..."

The four sudden words made Zhang Wanxun feel a little confused. Is this asking me to kill him?

What does it mean? It sounds like a piece of hot tofu in my mouth. I don’t know what it means, so I looked up at Zhu Sanfu.

"You kid come here, there are many people who have seen it. Listen to what he is talking about?"

Zhu Sanfu moved quickly and rushed to the front with his stomach in his arms. Now all the yamen runners are there. The Japanese monks, one by one, looked like quails, and he also walked quickly to the front of the carriage with confidence.

Zhang Wanxun raised his chin at the Japanese monk under the knife.

"You can listen to what he said, can you understand?"

The man was very happy and quickly repeated the same.

"The hero...is deadly!"

Zhu Sanfu raised his eyebrows. Although he couldn't say it clearly, he had already understood that he was asking Zhang Wanxun to spare them. But now they were thinking too much, and this was not a robbery.

"It's not okay to spare your life. Tell me who are you and where are you from?"

After asking this sentence, the man did not rush to answer. He looked slightly and wanted to turn around and look in the car. How could Zhang Wanxun give him such a chance? The knife in his hand pressed down, and the man stood up unsteadily and knelt on the ground, his face full of fear.

"Don't kill me! I said, I said..."

Zhang Fuling had already walked over slowly, stood beside Zhu Sanfu, and looked at the man carefully. Although he didn't know why Zhu Sanfu was rushing to ask here, he seemed to have already explained something, so he was not in a hurry to speak.

Zhu Sanfu spat, raised his hand and pointed at the yamen runners around him and said:

"I see clearly. This is from Shuntian Prefecture, Daliang Kingdom. What did you do just now in Baohua Temple? We know very clearly. As for the inn, it was also the news that I went to release. I ran so quickly. Do you think that if you don't tell me, this matter can be passed?

In fact, if you bring you back and take down the 72 punishments of Shuntian Mansion, you probably can confess. This difference is only a matter of time for us, but for you, do you need to go through the pain of flesh and blood? How do you think about how to answer me?"

Zhang Fuling glanced at Zhu Sanfu. His words were quite shocking. Not to mention Zhou Heng's men, there was nothing wrong with him. If this person was not Zhou Heng's person, the truth would bring him to Shuntian Mansion.

This sentence instantly worked. The Japanese monk shivered, and his shiny forehead was covered with sweat. The sweat suddenly came, and the scar on his head instantly fainted, and a trace of ink was flowing down with the scar.

What else can I explain this? Zhu Sanfu was agile in his movements. He supported the shaft of the carriage and jumped into the carriage, took out a handkerchief, and slapped the head of the Japanese monk.

In an instant, all the scars on his bare head disappeared, and there was no skin color similar to that of an ordinary monk on his head, which was pale and pale. Even a fool could tell that this man had just shaved his head. Even if he was a Japanese monk, he was still a Taoist monk?

"Say, who are you?"

The man had blood on his neck, and he said quickly:

"My name is Oda Shinyi, and I am indeed a Japanese. Our Oda family is a famous family in Japan. However, I am not a monk. My cargo ship was out of Tianzhu Port and I was penniless. We only came back on Monk Jingyi's ship."

Zhu Sanfu was delighted, completely like Mr. Zhou guessed, and this was completely cured without medicine.

"Which monk Jingyi? Explain it clearly. If you don't understand, I will ask another person if you ask, of course you will be useless."

The man waved his hand quickly, and the knife in Zhang Wanxun loosened a little, because the guy was anxious and just rubbed his neck against the knife. If he did it again, it might be useless.

"Don't worry, please calm down!"

Oda Nobuyi nodded slightly to Zhang Wanxun, and looked at Zhu Sanfu and Zhang Fuling. Although Zhang Fuling didn't say anything, he already understood that this was the high-ranking official and continued.

"It's not that we want to deceive the adults, it's Monk Jingyi. He said that as long as we come according to his request, we will arrange a ship for us and take us back to Japan tomorrow."

As soon as these words came out, the people in the carriage said one after another, as if they felt that if they didn't say it, their value was completely gone.

There was a man who was only eighteen or nineteen years old. He was the youngest among these people. He climbed to the door of the carriage carriage with fear in his eyes. However, under the push of the people next to him, he quickly bowed and said:

"I am the only monk here. I went to Tianzhu with my master. My master died. I followed them to Daliang to live. I just wanted to return to my hometown and ask the Lord to let us go."

Zhang Fuling could already understand that although these people were talking nonsense, he had already understood the whole content. What surprised Zhang Fuling was that there was only one monk here, and the rest were ordinary people from Japan.

It was just a ship accident and he could not return to his country. Monk Jingyi took advantage of this and asked them to play the role of a Japanese monk and have a Dharma Assembly with Monk Jingyi, which was just to establish prestige for Monk Jingyi.

Zhang Wanxun jumped out of the carriage and asked the yamen runners to tie up the monks. He clapped his hands and walked closer to Zhang Fuling, with a trace of confusion on his face and said with his fists:
Chapter completed!