Chapter 37: Missed

The structure of Qing Xuguan is similar to that of ordinary Taoism. The building is symmetrical about the central axis. The main hall is Sanqing Hall, which enshrines the statue of Sanqing. There are also four imperial halls, jietai and bell and drum towers. The scale of the entire palace view is not large. It is better than lush trees and winding paths. It opens a quiet world in the mundane world.
Du Leng pushed Fu Shen slowly on the uneven road, just like the two most common pilgrims. Feilongwei has searched the yard from the inside out, and Fu Shen can't see anything, but just thinks about things through this place. In fact, he still had a doubt in his heart. He never said it to outsiders, but fell into his heart all the time.
The next day he and Yan Xiaohan became married, Yu Qiaoting sent him a box of Dongzhu.
Fu Shen asked him to take it away, but he never forgot about it. Any details related to the Dai people are not trivial. This old opponent always stared at him with a stare, seemingly Anshun, but secretly sharpened his minions, crouching for the chance of a fatal blow.
Fu Shen unloading the commander of the North Yan Army and returning to Beijing to nourish his wounds undoubtedly gave them hope. They even dared to take the opportunity to step forward boldly to try it out. However, he didn't take any action. I am afraid that this is the next thing that Zhou Junchen and his co-workers did together. Board.
Bei Yan Tieqi was by no means unprepared. The only thing that disturbed Fu Shen was that he did not know how many eyeliners the Dai people had in Beijing. Are there any actions behind the murder of Jin Wuwei and the assassination of Wanshouyan? Is that box of Dongzhu purely provocative, or is it a hint?
Dongzhu is a very precious piece of jewelry in the Dai people. In addition to paying tribute to Dazhou, only the wife and mother of the leader, the queen-queen of the Central Plains, are eligible to wear it. Therefore, the Dong people refer to the queen by the east pearl, and Wanshouban happened to be the queen's day. Is this just a coincidence?
If you think of it in general, Jindan and Dongzhu are similar in shape and very suspicious; and if the name "dong" in Dongzhu is used, would it imply that the East Palace was the most damaged in this matter?
Just thinking about it all the way, the wheelchair seemed to run over a small rock, Fu Shen bumped a bit, looked back from the meditation, looked up, and asked in wonder: "Where is this?"
Du Leng said awkwardly: "I don't know, I seem to be lost ..."
"It's okay," Fu Shen sneered, pointing with a hand. "Let's go. The yard is so big that you can go out with your eyes closed. Is there a small building in front of you?"
Du Leng was so ashamed that he didn't even dare to put a fart, and pushed Fu Shen to the other side in a dull way. The two stopped in front of the small three-story building, and Fu Shen tickled his lips with interest, wondering: "Tibetan Scripture Building? So partial."
They have walked through many temples, and although Fu Shen was halfway through, he can estimate that they are probably not sure which corner in the Qingxu concept. This Buddhist scripture building is remote, far from the box house where the priests live, and it is hidden behind a large forest. It looks very inaccessible and very difficult to find-is anyone really going to read the scripture here?
"Go in and see."
Du Leng moved Fu Shen and the wheelchair up the stairs very hard, panting exhaustedly: "I can't get in, the door is locked."
Fu Shen glanced over and said, "Small thoughts." He said that he flipped the palm of his hand and did not know where to find a small knife, and broke the brass lock on the door three or two times. Raising a hand and pushing, the two wooden doors suddenly opened, and the smell of old paper sheets was mixed with dust.
Du Leng: "..."
Fu Shen's hands were too fast. Du Leng didn't even see his movements, and the heavy brass lock was like a gadget in his palm.
The most important thing is ... why, as a patient, he can feel the knife casually!
There was dust all over the bookcase, and Du Leng moved the wheelchair across the threshold again. Ichiro, unlike those martial arts, can easily carry Hou Ye to the second floor.
"Forget it, you close the door," Fu Shen couldn't bear it, stood on the armrest, "I'll go by myself."
His injuries are very delicate, his knee bones are broken and his veins are damaged, but he will not stand up, as long as he is well-bred, there is hope for healing in the future. However, in a short period of time, he really couldn't walk as usual. Even if the wound was healed, he couldn't look forward to the front as long as he was healthy.
It was embarrassing that the emperor's eyeliner was in the army. The news of Fu Shen's injury could not be concealed, and the emperor immediately ordered him to return to Beijing for recuperation. Fu Shen knew that he was afraid of himself, but he didn't expect it to be so impatient. He is even less likely to tell the emperor that he is expected to recover, otherwise he might not live in Beijing for a month.
He can only count on the plan, he said the injury a little bit more, keep his life first. The disabled look was all made for the emperor. Fu Shen's bones were almost healed. It didn't matter if they stood up and walked for a while.
Du Leng knows his real situation. In order to pretend to be realistic, he also dispenses a pair of pills to Fu Shen, which can make people's legs weak and unconscious. The effect is so outstanding that even Shen Shen policy was confused by them.
Du Leng turned around to cover the door, and said uneasily, "Slow down, you haven't walked much lately, and you fell carefully. Does your leg hurt?"
"A bit, let's do it." Fu Shen carefully found the balance, leaning against the wall and slowly walking through the bookshelf. "No one has been here for a long time, and no one has cleaned it, but the steps at the door are very clean, it looks like It ’s strange to go.

Du Leng pushed him in a wheelchair and followed him. Fu Shen turned around on the second floor again. Seeing all the tattered books, he put them back in disinterest. When he reached the end of the room, he suddenly said, "Huh. ? "
Du Leng is unknown, so Fu Shen walked around the room a few times, frowning, "Come downstairs."
The two returned to the first floor, and still walked back and forth a few times, Fu Shen bent his fingers on the four walls one by one. Seeing his deep frown, Du Leng couldn't help asking, "General, what's wrong?"
"Not right." Fu Shen said, "Don't you feel? The room on the second floor seems to be bigger than the first floor."
Du Leng shook his head blankly.
Fu Shendao: "Count how many steps it takes to get to the wall from the door, and then go to the second floor and follow the same route."
Du Leng walked exactly as he said. After a while, he hurried down from the second floor, stunned, and said, "At least one step on the second floor! Is it ..."
Fu Shen raised a finger, comparing with a snoring gesture.
He whispered: "Go to General Wei and ask him to bring a few people and bring some wet wood ..."
The North Prison Department of Prison.
The director of Chunyang Road did not say a word so far. Yan Xiaohan and Tang Guo spent so much time in the torture chamber in order to obtain confessions. Someone outside came in hastily and whispered something to Yan Xiaohan.
"I see." Yan Xiaohan turned to the aisle to Tang, "Doctor Shen is looking for me if you have a problem, and I'll go out for a while."
Tang Guo blinked his eyes when he heard the words "Doctor Shen", but later found that nothing was happening to him, and nodded indifferently. Yan Xiaohan raised his chin and pointed at the prisoner hanging in his jail, and said, "Maybe it has something to do with him, just stay away, don't kill him."
The North Prison is only a few steps away from the Flying Dragon Guard House. When Yan Xiaohan entered the door, Shen Yice rolled up like a whirlwind: "Sir! It is the concept of emptiness! Those who died in the wind, including Yang Hexuan , They are not without intersection, these people have all been to Qingxuanguan! "
"Why ..." Yan Xiaohan surprised him. "What are you talking about? Slowly, from the beginning, what's going on?"
Shen Yice's face flushed with excitement: "I have been trying to figure out what the pack of medicine was on Yang Hexuan these days, so I visited the homes of the deceased one by one. Although they scattered around the city, But if you look at them on the map, you can see that their residences are connected together in a circle, and the center is the area of ​​Qingxuanguan. "
He rolled out a map of Beijing and motioned to Yan Xiaohan to look at the ink marks on it.
"The concept of Qingxu has a well-known reputation, the incense is strong, and there are countless people who come and go during the festive season. Naturally, no one notices that these people have appeared in the same place. I asked the family of the deceased that those people did For a period of time, I will go to Qingxuan Guanxiang, and often donate some incense money. As soon as these people have headaches and brain heat, they will go to Guanshui and take medicine. After taking it, they can cure the disease. There is such a thing. Elixir, and what do we doctors do? Obviously, those people are addicted, and they can only get the medicine by clearing their minds. "
Shen Yixue said, "Because of the worship of the Immortal Road in the palace, the people also followed it, so no one took it as a thing. Qingxuan concept relied on this atmosphere to secretly sell strange drugs. Not to mention Yang Hexuan, pure Yang Dao was recommended by his father. "
Yan Xiaohan stared at the map for a moment and pondered for a moment, and said flatly: "Go, go to Qingxuan."
When he rushed to Qingxuguan with several men, he heard that Fu Shen and Wei Xuzhou were both inside the Tibetan scripture building, and Yan Xiaohan's right eyelid suddenly jumped uncomfortably.
An inexplicable feeling struck my mind. He didn't have much time to think, and rushed towards Tibet quickly, but before he had approached, he had already seen the smoke billowing from the front of the building.
"Fu Shen!"
Fu Shen looked back, facing the "Zhuo Jing" who flew up in anger.
At the same time, there was a sudden loud bang in the dense smoke, and then two doors were knocked open from the inside, and a black figure wheezed and rushed out of the room, covering his mouth and nose!
Yan Xiaohan just rushed to him, and the castration had not yet stopped, but Fu Shen pulled out his sword at the waist like lightning. He didn't even see it. "He" nailed the man to a post engraved with couplets.
There was a basin of water under his hand and it was poured on the wet wood that was constantly smoking. With a bang, the flames went out, and the white smoke blew away, and everyone looked different in the hospital.
In the silence, Fu Shen reached out and took Yan Xiaohan's frightened cold hand into his palm, holding him to shake gently, as if to appease, and with the invitation to please the meaning: "Look, the net leaks. Fish, I caught it for you. "
The author has something to say: 1: One step here refers to the ancient unit of measurement, about 1.5 meters
2: It is found that there is a mezzanine in the room through the small area of ​​the room, and the people hidden in the mezzanine are ignited by means of ignition. This method is designed from Conan Doyle Holmes's "The Architect of Norwood". The design of the mezzanine in this article is the same as that of "The Architects of Norwood", but "Nor" followed by pretending to be a fire. This article uses the ancient smoked cave method. The next chapter will have a reasonable explanation for this. The detailed design and the " The promise is different. In order to avoid plagiarism disputes, hereby explain. 2k novel reading network