The local officials did not dare to neglect the matter of capturing the foreign chief alive and reported it to each section. The Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi had no right to deal with such a big matter, so he hurriedly sent everyone to the capital. After investigation by the six ministries, it was verified that it was true. The poor Duke was stuffed into the heavenly prison, saying that he was waiting to be punished by the Queen of the Great Buddha Langji before dealing with it. Considering the navigation knowledge of the Ming Dynasty, the Duke had no hope of getting rid of the prison for his whole life.

Ryanstein was highly rewarded and gave him a thousand taels of silver and a hundred acres of land. The soldiers accompanied him had silver rewards. They witnessed the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty and thought about the virtues of their hometown, and no longer had the thought of returning home. They had a map of Southeast Asia and offered it to the court in order to attack Manila as a vanguard.

Although the court was not interested in the southern expedition and attacking the vassals of the country, he still gave Ryanstein a Jinyiwei a hundred households, and the rest of his subordinates were all incorporated into Jinyiwei. When Empress Zheng heard that the number one hundred foreigners were quite majestic in plate armor, and in addition, Zheng Guobao was assassinated in Henan before, he sent them to Zheng Guobao as bodyguards.

This man has a very strong language ability and has lived in the Ming Dynasty for a long time, so he speaks Chinese fluently. Although Master Fang Zheng loved me, he wanted to get rid of it when he saw the foreign ghost sect. However, he was not confused. Seeing that this man was strong, he had armor and muskets, he knew that he must be a personal soldier of the country and must not be at all arrogant.

After finally sending Du Song and the foreigners away with good wine and meat, Fang Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that only he was left in the tent, Chong Xu and Zuo Lengchan said, "These arrogant soldiers and powerful generals are even harder to serve than the royal relatives. They are so kind and exhausted. I said, Zuo Zheng, should you let go of the festival between you and me?"

He was willing to swear here, which means there was no one outside the tent, so there was no need to cover it up. But Zuo Lengchan did not call him a confidant because of a slander. He still sat in the corner and did not look at Fang Zheng. He just drew a cross on his own, "I am a devout believer and will not do anything traitorous or shameless. However, since this man dared to offend his father, he could only abandon the Tao for filial piety, and the original owner forgives my crimes."

Fang Zhengzhi said that his father was not referring to his own father, but to his godfather Zhang Jing. "Left leader. Your godfather is Dugong Zhang, I am a monk. After a while, you will also go to the palace to teach the empress dowager Buddhism. Our two families are in Songshan, and there are festivals, but Zheng Guobao is the common enemy of you and me. If we cannot advance and retreat together, this game will still be a win or a loss."

"Master, you are obsessed with the appearance." Zuo Lengchan finished the cross and stood up and said, "The victory or defeat in this game is irrelevant. The important thing is that Zheng Guobao lost. As a royal relative, he is also responsible for investigating the demons of the Demon Sect. However, he is entangled with the demons of the Demon Sect. This is his fatal point. Therefore, the victory or defeat in this game is irrelevant. No matter what, he loses. All we have to do is to take his evidence and nail him to death!"

Zuo Lengchan's words are completely fine in theory. But for Shaolin Temple, there is a big problem. If Shaolin loses in this game, if those shameless things are exposed, the uncle will be in trouble. Can Shaolin fall into trouble? Therefore, no matter what the overall situation is, Shaolin must not lose in this game. Fang Zheng had to put down his posture and show goodwill to this old enemy at this time. "The leader of the Zuo Alliance, in Jinshan Temple, is a little Buddhist treasure accumulated by my ancestors of Shaolin throughout the ages. Its value is meager, but it is of great importance to me Shaolin monks. If it is taken away by the demon sect, it may cause endless harm. I hope the leader of the left will join hands with me to protect this batch of Buddha's products for the sake of the righteous path."

"Old thief bald, you have times when you bow your head." Zuo Lengchan cursed in his heart, his face remained silent, and only two fingers stretched out. Since Fang Zheng took over the Shaolin Portal, no one has dared to be so presumptuous to him for many years. He resisted the urge to use a Thousand-Handed Tathagata palm and nodded, "Two percent will be 20%!"

"Negotiation? This is definitely not true. Miss, this is a conspiracy of bald donkeys. These bald donkeys have no faith. If they go to negotiate, they will be detained."

Ren Yingying looked at the anxious Green Zhuweng and smiled gratefully, "Zhu Lao is full of loyalty, Yingying thanked him. But if we talk about the conspiracy of the bald donkey, can they commit it? Our people can't resist the monk's charge at all. Even if we set fire to the temple, many monks could save them. Besides, they sent such wounded medicine again, I think they are still very sincere. No matter how dangerous this trip is, I will take the last one. No matter what, we have to fight for a way out for so many good men. Zhu Lao, you have made such great contributions to the Holy Church, will you be in vain for compensation?"

Lu Zhuweng said, "Otherwise, let me go. I'm so old that I've already lived enough, and even if I die at the hands of a bald donkey, it doesn't matter. The young lady must not go to the dangerous place."

Ren Yingying shook her head, "The barbarian said it clearly, and asked me to negotiate. If Zhu Lao went, we would be afraid of those thieves being bald. Besides, if that person came and Zhu Lao was gone, it would be better for me to go. It doesn't matter. Those barbarians would never be sent by monks, and these wounded medicines are not fake. I will go to wash and go to the monks to see what they are going to talk about." Since she met the foreigner Ryanstein who delivered medicine, she vaguely felt that only the uncle could send such subordinates. If the uncle came here, what else could he be afraid of? If he was afraid, he was also afraid that he would have worked hard for days and was exhausted. If he turned into an ugly monster, it would be too embarrassing.

When Zheng Guobao Brigade came outside Jinshan Temple in Meng County, Fang Zheng, Chongxu, Zuo Lengchan and the other two brought their confidants to greet each other. Seeing that the uncle's team was very majestic, stretching for several miles, the guards and horses on both wings were distinctively armoured and carried firearms. There were dozens of Flang machine cannons in the team. There was a horse team beside him, complete equipment, and no matter how he looked like the Fulong Army, who had made a great reputation in Henan before.

Fang Zheng had many contacts with senior officials in Henan. He recognized at first glance that the officer led by the Guard of the National Uncle was the central army in the Bian camp of the Governor Yang Yikui. But when he looked again, he recognized that why were there any rude rats in Henan Green Forest? Could it be that Yang Yikui had already joined the front line with these people and became their backing?

Although the rebels were beaten by the official army, there were still tens of thousands of people in name only. Nanyang Prefecture was besieged by the rebels and forced to pay for the city to redeem the city, offering the precedent of the imperial envoy Gu Yuncheng. Since then, all major cities in Henan have recruited troops to defend themselves, fearing that they were attacked by the rioters. Yang Yikui's Biao camp did not leave Feng at all. Even if they were poisoned by the rebels, the Piao soldiers remained motionless. Unexpectedly, today, they were willing to lend most of the Biao camp to protect the uncle. It seems that Yang Yikui turned to Empress Zheng. This rumor is true.

Fang Zheng wanted to call for wind and rain in Henan, and the support of local officials was absolutely inseparable. Yang Yikui was the governor of Henan. If he and his uncle joined forces to fight against him, Shaolin would not have a good life. If Henan Green Forest Grass Bandits intervened in again, the harm would be much worse than that of the Songshan Sect. Originally, he thought that the three leaders of the righteous path were here, so he would have more confidence, but when he saw this scene, sweat was already faintly emitting from Fang Zheng's forehead.

The foreigners of Ryanstein had already visited the uncle on the first day and handed over the letter. They were now personal soldiers around the uncle. Although Lian Tianfeng saw that they were awkward, he could not interfere with the uncle's actions in the end, so he had to attract horses in front of the team, and he was in a state of distraction.

These days, Zheng Guobao arranged everything and went to Kaifeng to pay homage to the governor Yang Yikui. Yang Yikui had a mutiny during his tenure, but it was a serious crime. Because of his disagreement with Gu Yun, the Nanyang Incident was suspected of not saving him. Together, if he did not find a thigh to hug him, the gentleman and patriots in the court would not peel him off alive. If he had shown kindness to Zheng Guobao in the past, he had to do it because of the great thunder of the river gong, then now, he is completely considered a person on the boat of Empress Zheng.
Chapter completed!