Chen Xiaohu was stabbed by Song Yunfei and was seriously injured.

In the end, he was dragged away by Yao Guangming and sent to Linggu Temple to hide.

Wu Xin, the young monk from Linggu Temple, was their begging companion. Wu Xin was not called Wu Xin at that time, but Gouzi. As a five-year-old Couple, he could not rob a dog of food, let alone a human being.

Two years ago, Chen Xiaohu and others wanted to leave the capital. Gouzi was too young, so in order to find a place for him to live a long life, they found a way to send Gouzi to Linggu Temple to become a monk.

The two of them hid in the haystacks of Linggu Temple during the day, and at night, they would steal the fruits from the temple or eat the vegetarian meals that were stolen unintentionally.

Unintentionally working in the fasting room of Linggu Temple, he was a little fire-burning monk.

Sleeping in the stove at night not only protects you from the cold, but also ensures that when the brothers get up in the morning, there will be an unquenchable flame in the stove.

It is said that the fire is not extinguished, but in fact, it is unintentional to start the fire by getting up in the middle of the night. Once the fire is set, the senior brother from the Zhaifang can come and set up the steamed buns.

Unintentionally, he was a young man, and the presiding officer refused to accept him when he entered the temple, saying that his Buddha roots were not pure. If it were not for his young age, and because the senior brother who cooked in the dining room picked him up, he would not have had the job of lighting the fire in the dining room.

Although he was just lighting a fire, with his senior brother here, Wu Xin could at least have a full stomach.

When Wu Xin entered the temple, Chen Xiaohu and the others did not forget him. They had just arrived in Beijing some time ago and they gave Wu Xin food, drink and clothing.

Although everyone is not together, they still regard Wuxin as the little brother who needs their care.

This time, Chen Xiaohu was injured and Yao Guangming had nowhere to go, so he thought of Wu Xin.

Unexpectedly, the unintentional but loyal person actually took them in secretly.

After being raised in the temple for half a month, the Chinese New Year has passed and the capital has stabilized. Chen Xiaohu can barely walk around, but he is still weak.

How could he not be weak? He was seriously injured, bleeding, high fever, and there was no medicine for the wound but incense. All of this cost him half of his life. The fast food in the Buddhist hall almost cost him the other half of his life.

, dry and hard multi-grain steamed buns, biting into them will waste your teeth, throat and stomach. You can only hold them in your mouth and rely on the saliva in your mouth to moisten them little by little and then swallow them.

Fortunately, Chen Xiaohu was lucky and survived.

A few years ago, he lost his sister and traveled all the way from Nanyang to the capital.

During this time, he and Gouzi robbed food, stripped dead people's clothes, made friends with several dead brothers, and killed several people who deserved to be killed.

Until Wu Xin brought news from outside that there was an explosion in Dengshan on the 14th, killing dozens of people and injuring countless others.

"Half of Zhonghua Road was burned down. My senior brother and I passed by and took a look. The shops have begun to be rebuilt, but I heard that most of the original merchants have returned to their hometowns. The senior brother said that the hard work of generations of people has been wiped out.

Already."

Wu Xin sighed as he spoke, with a maturity that belies his age, "Oh, you don't know, when I first came to the temple, I once went to Zhonghua Road with my senior brother. The merchants on both sides of the road were so generous.

I'm stuffing candies. Those merchants are so pathetic! Amitabha."

In Wu Xin's eyes, those merchants were not only generous, but also very kind.

There are often beggars in the city, but it is rare to see merchants shouting and cursing the little beggars. Most merchants uphold the concept of being kind to others and making money. When they encounter poor people, they will give a little bit.

Some of the merchants in Beijing were left over from the previous dynasty, and some came from various places since the new dynasty established its capital.

Who would have expected that during a Lantern Festival, these merchants who thought they would make a lot of money would go bankrupt if they were lucky, and lose their lives if they were unlucky.

Yao Guangming touched Wu Xin's bald head and praised, "Xiao Xiaozi, I didn't expect that you still have a Buddhist heart to help the world!"

Wu Xin clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "Donor, little monk Wu Xin."

Yao Guangming hurriedly changed his words: "Yes, little master Wuxin."

This sentence of "Wuxin little master" put a smile on Wuxin's little face.

Wuxin was only five years old when he first came to the temple, and he is not that old now. He is a seven-year-old little monk with a shaved head and not even a ring scar on his head.

Although his head is shaved, because the host does not recognize it, he is not considered a disciple of Buddhism.

However, there is no shortage of food for him in the temple. Everything he wears and eats is in the temple. Compared with the brothers who begged for food together, his life is pretty good.

Chen Xiaohu was lying in a haystack, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, and listened silently without saying a word.

When Wuxin went to the dining room to light a fire, Yao Guangming gently pushed Chen Xiaohu: "Hey, who do you think set the fire?"

They only put things in the lanterns of Ningyuan Marquis Mansion, but the fires in the surrounding businesses were really not caused by them.

The reason why he put things in the lanterns at the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion was because Chen Xiaohu said that he and the Song family had a sworn hatred, and that these brothers were helping Xiaohu take revenge.

But Yao Guangming, who grew up eating the food of hundreds of families, couldn't bear to involve those businesses and innocent people.

"They should be people from the previous dynasty." Chen Xiaohu spat out the grass clippings in his mouth and asked, "How could it be such a coincidence that we put something in the lanterns, and as soon as they exploded, those shops were set on fire?"

"What do you mean?" Yao Guangming stared at Chen Xiaohu, "Do you doubt me?"

Yao Guangming had a pair of skillful hands. It was he who followed the lantern team into the Song family, and it was he who put gunpowder in the lantern while others were unprepared.

He and Chen Xiaohu ate dog food from a basin and took off a dead man's clothes. He put on his coat and Xiaohu put on his trousers.

"Are you stupid?" Chen Xiaohu rolled his eyes, "I doubt anyone will doubt you."

When Chen Xiaohu said this, Yao Guangming felt relieved: "That's right, if you don't even believe me, then who else can you believe?"

After lying there for a while, Yao Guangming couldn't help but ask again: "Then tell me, who colluded with those people from the previous dynasty?"

If no one leaked the secret, the time and place would not be so tight.

Near the inner bridge, in addition to Zhonghua Gate, there is also Hongwu Road. These roads are extremely close to the Imperial City.

Even Chen Xiaohu didn't believe it was a coincidence.

Chen Xiaohu's face darkened: "Don't guess anything now, wait until you can go out and see them."

Fortunately, he was careful and did not reveal it to his brothers when he was in the Lu family. When they asked him, he only said that he was outside the city.

Otherwise, the Lu family might be tricked this time.

Who knew they were going to play tricks on the lanterns? These people from the previous dynasty would do anything to restore the country. If they followed the Lu family and found out about He Ge, they would definitely not let go of He Ge's identity.

Martial law was imposed in the capital for three days. After three days, countless heads were chopped off at the execution ground. It is said that hundreds of remnants of the previous dynasty were captured this time, involving dozens of families.

Among them, most of them are hidden in the capital.

If it hadn't been for the Dengshan explosion, these people would still be lurking in Beijing, and we don't know how big of a hidden danger there would be in the future.

Chen Xiaohu threw the clothes he changed into into the temple's stove and burned them, and changed into a pair of coarse cloth clothes that Yao Guangming had stolen from outside.

The young man's eyebrows were pale. When he was leaving the city, he looked back in the direction of the Lu family.

His sister is in the capital.

He will definitely come back and take her to where she wants to go instead of being trapped here.
Chapter completed!