[Big Boss Chapter 35] Pray for the Child

"It is said that Emperor Shunzhi was a devout Buddhist, especially Zen, so he taught his favorite concubine Dong E to worship Buddha and meditate. Dong E was intelligent and studious, and had a considerable understanding of Buddhism."

"The two of them were in harmony, and Dong E was favored by the emperor. However, the good times did not last long. Dong E gave birth to a prince after ten months of pregnancy, but the prince died after only three months. Because of this, Dong E became ill and died in the same year."

"After Concubine Dong E passed away, Emperor Shunzhi was extremely grief-stricken and grieved, so he had the idea of ​​becoming a monk. After the funeral of Concubine Dong E, Emperor Shunzhi asked Monk Xixi, who cremated Concubine Dong E, to shave his hair..."

On a mountain path, a man and a woman were climbing up wearing bamboo hats. The man was telling a piece of unofficial history in his magnetic voice, and the girl next to him was listening with great interest.

"So did Emperor Shunzhi go to Mount Wutai to become a monk?"

"There is such a rumor, but there is no substantial evidence," Yan Zhan explained slowly, "It's just that since Emperor Kangxi, every generation of emperors has visited Mount Wutai. If you say there is nothing on Mount Wutai..."

"I don't believe it!"

Chu Jiao touched her chin, thinking that maybe the treasure is really in Mount Wutai.

"Hey, Brother Yan," Chu Jiao pulled Yan Zhan's sleeve, "Do you see someone in the bushes ahead?"

Yan Zhan looked in the direction of Chu Jiao's finger and stared, "You stand here first."

He waved his hand, and one of the personal soldiers who fell behind the two of them not far away ran forward to check.

"Commander, it's a little monk! He's injured and unconscious."

Yan Zhan then led Chu Jiao over.

"Who is so cruel that he doesn't even spare a child!?"

Chu Jiao looked at the little monk with knife wounds all over his body and gritted her teeth.

"Let's rest here for a while," Yan Zhan ordered, "Orderly, bring the medical kit and save him."

Yan Zhan dared to take Chu Jiao to Mount Wutai, and of course he made all the preparations beforehand.

He had been keeping track of Zhang Chong and Du Shourong's whereabouts. These two groups of troops had arrived in Jinzhong before them, but Zhang Chong was now entangled by the changes in his own army and could not take care of himself; while Du Shourong disappeared near Taihuai Town in Jin. According to the scouts' report, Du Shourong did not come to Jinzhong alone, and was accompanied by many military masters. The scouts did not dare to get too close to him to scare him, so the tracking was interrupted.

Wutai Mountain is located a few kilometers south of Taihuai Town. It is not difficult to know where Du Shourong's destination is.

"It's a Japanese samurai sword." The orderly was treating the wound of the little monk. Yan Zhan squatted aside and carefully examined the wound and came to a conclusion.

"Japanese?" Chu Jiao sneered, "My family hasn't settled the score with them yet... It must be Du Shourong and the others!"

Yan Zhan studied abroad and spent two years in Japan, so he is fluent in Japanese.

Chu Jiao always remembered the unfinished words Yoshida Hideaki whispered in her ear that night, "After all, even your 'Qiqi'..."

Later, she asked Yan Zhan what 'Qiqi' means, and Yan Zhan told her that it means 'father' in Japanese.

Chu Jiao thinks that the original owner's father was probably killed by the Japanese. And the purpose should be the little button on Yan Zhan's neck that caused trouble.

As for whether the Du father and daughter were involved... Hehe, Chu Jiao is too lazy to investigate.

Du Shourong should have died long ago for daring to cooperate with the Japanese.

As for Du Xiruo, the four words "helping the emperor to be abusive" are not an exaggeration for her now.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

About half an hour later, the little monk woke up with a cough.

"Who are you!?"

He was panicked and wanted to retreat, but he was injured and grimaced in pain. Tears came out, but he still looked like he would rather die than surrender. He wiped his tears and stared at the group of people in front of him vigilantly, like a little beast pretending to be fierce.

"Don't be afraid, little master," Chu Jiao squatted down and gently held the little monk's hand, "We are not bad people."

"We found you injured and fainted, and simply bandaged you. Don't move, be careful not to open the wound."

"We are from other places. We heard that the Zhenhai Temple on Mount Wutai is very spiritual," Chu Jiao pressed her belly very gently, and then looked at Yan Zhan beside her and leaned on him, "So we wanted to donate some incense money to the Buddha and pray for our future children..." "

..." Yan Zhan almost got a stitch in the side when he heard this, and he had to nod under Chu Jiao's frown, "Yes, that's it..."

Huiran looked at the gentle little sister in front of him, and slowly let down his guard. He quickly warned them, "Don't go there, the mountain is full of bad people!"