Chapter 228 Liangfu Liangbi

Chapter 228 Liangfu Liangbi

Chapter 228 Liangfu Liangbi
The spring day is bright and there are thousands of auspicious clouds.

No matter east, south, west or north, there is always a dark time in a day.

Only on Blackwood Cliff does the sun always shine.

There are thirteen houses in the back garden of Chengde Hall, which were originally the place where the Internal Affairs Bureau handled religious affairs. Five days ago, Miss Ren returned to Heimu Cliff on the order of the leader to take charge of affairs, and immediately took away seven houses.

Manager Yang was in a bad mood.

The candlelight was dim, and the light in a deep hall or inner room was dim.

There is a picture of Avalokitesvara with a broken arm hanging on the wall, holding a bamboo basket in her right hand, which contains a golden carp.

There is an incense table below, and a brocade box in the middle. It is square, neither too big nor too small, just enough to hold a head.

Yang Lianting was wearing a plain robe with a strip of silk and linen tied around his wrist. His sleeves covered his body, so no one could see him from the outside. He stood in front of the incense table, staring quietly into the eyes of the head in the brocade box. His expression was as calm as water, and he seemed neither sad nor happy.

"Manager Yang, Shu En wants to see you."

Someone reported from outside.

"come in."

Yang Lianting once said to all the purple-robed messengers of the Inner Court, "There is no private matter in Chengde Hall. Anyone who wants to report any religious affairs at any time can come to him at any time."

In his early twenties, he was in charge of the divine religion and achieved a position second only to the emperor.

Many people only regarded Yang Lianting as a treacherous villain, and even slandered him as the male favorite of the Eastern Sect Leader.

"Manager Yang, news has come back from the capital."

The purple-robed messenger pushed the door open, turned around and closed it. This person was Wang Shuen, who had gone to Guanzhong to convey the imperial edict.

Yang Lianting said calmly: "Have you found the person?"

Wang Shuen said with some difficulty: "I found it."

Yang Lianting asked, "Dead?"

Wang Shuen shook his head and whispered, "It seems that Miss Yuyan has joined the Jinyiwei."

Yang Lianting sneered: "Join the Jinyiwei? You'd be better off dead!"

Wang Shuen said softly, "At present, there is only news from the spies of the Divine Religion. As for whether it is true or not, we need to send more reliable personnel to the capital to verify it."

"What else is there to investigate? Just let her be."

"This father and daughter are stubborn and will never change."

Yang Lianting looked at the head with closed eyes in the brocade box. His eyes were slightly red and his face was filled with various emotions: sadness, resentment, pain, and numbness. Finally, he turned around slowly, as if he didn't know how to face this person.

"In two days, find a sculptor for me to put the whole body into a coffin and send it back to the ancestral tomb in Shanzhou for burial. This should be done in secret so that no one else knows."

"Don't worry, Manager Yang. I will personally escort my uncle back to his hometown."

Wang Shuen quickly agreed, his eyes full of grief, as if it were his parents who had passed away, but he was secretly happy in his heart. Manager Yang entrusted such a secret private matter to him. This showed how much trust he had in him.

The two men left the inner room and walked along the corridor, where they saw Purple Cloud Guards everywhere.

"What is Saint Aunt doing?"

"After the Saint Lady finishes her daily religious duties, she goes through old files in the warehouses."

Yang Lianting sneered, "Looking through old files? She also intends to memorize all the rules and scriptures of the Divine Religion so that she can debate with me in the Chengde Hall?"

Wang Shuen frowned slightly: "I think the Saint Lady seems to be looking for something."

In the Internal Affairs Department, besides Yang Lianting, there are only seven purple-robed messengers, each of whom is carefully selected and can influence many important decisions of the Sun Moon Divine Sect. In terms of power, they are not even much different from ordinary hall masters. Wang Shuen has come this far, and he is extraordinary in some aspects.

Yang Lianting nodded and said, "Then you should pay attention and see what she is looking for. If there is any unusual movement, report it immediately."

Several unfamiliar men in green were carrying eight pots of flowers and were passing by. Wang Shuen saw them and hurriedly called out to them, sternly scolding them, "What are you doing? Don't you know that no grass or tree in Chengde Hall can be moved without the order of Chief Steward Yang?"

A man in green clothes said, "According to the order of the Saint Lady, throw these flowers away."

Wang Shuen frowned and said, "Throw it away? Why throw it away?"

The man in green said, "The Saint said that she likes roses and doesn't like wood lotus flowers because they sound unlucky."

Wang Shuen was so angry that his fingers were shaking. He pointed at him and said, "You...you are so outrageous!"

Yang Lianting stopped him and sneered, "If Saint Lady likes it, then change it. But although roses are beautiful, they have thorns. Tell her to be careful and not hurt herself by playing with flowers. That would be a joke."

After Manager Yang finished speaking, the men in green left with the wood lotus flowers in their arms.

Wang Shuen was very angry and cursed: "These bastards, I don't know whose power they relied on, but they don't even take Yang Zongguan seriously."

"You go to the Internal Affairs Department to do your job. I want to see... the leader!"

After Yang Lianting finished speaking, he turned around and went back.

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Across two corridors, the two of them looked over there quietly.

Ren Yingying changed into a spotless white gauze dress and wore an exquisite straw hat on her head. The thin scarf, as thin as a cicada's wing, was painted with ink-colored green bamboo, which was elegant and unique.

Xiang Wentian said: "I thought he would come over."

Ren Yingying shook her head and said, "Uncle Xiang, you underestimate Yang Lianting."

"I have read the old files reviewed by this person. If he had put all his thoughts into the right path, he would have deserved the title of 'a wise and helpful advisor'. However, he was too obsessed with manipulating people's minds and confusing right and wrong."

After Ren Yingying entered Chengde Hall, she carefully reviewed all the academic affairs that Yang Lianting had handled. Except for those involving power struggles that involved using any means necessary, his handling methods and response strategies for each academic matter were almost impeccable.

She secretly calculated that she was afraid she couldn't do it.

Managing a super-powerful underworld force of tens of thousands of people is completely different from managing a small or medium-sized gang of dozens or hundreds of people.

When Ren Woxing was the leader, the entire Sun Moon Sect seemed to be very powerful, with tens of thousands of people, but it was just a makeshift team. The members of the sect were of varying quality. When there were great battles in the martial arts world, they would swarm in like bandits. There was no direction for development, and no internal rules and systems. It became increasingly difficult to maintain the sect as time went on.

Otherwise, as a great leader with the power of life and death, he would not have been so easily deprived of his power by Dongfang Bubai and become a prisoner.

Xiang Wentian smiled and said, "To deal with Yang Lianting, it is enough to have the eldest lady here."

Ren Yingying heard the hidden meaning and asked, "Uncle Xiang is leaving Blackwood Cliff again?"

"My friend in Jiangxi sent me a letter by carrier pigeon. He found the trace of a trusted person by Yang Fengming when he was in charge of Suzaku Hall. That person is very skilled in martial arts. A dozen brothers were unable to stop him. It's boring for me to stay in Blackwood Cliff. I might as well try my luck in the martial arts world."

Ren Yingying sighed softly: "So many years have passed, and there is no news at all. Do you think it will happen..."

"will not!"

"Why is Uncle Xiang so sure?"

Xiang Wentian smiled and said, "Because I know Dongfang Bubai."

　I have written more than 200 chapters without realizing it, and I am finally entering the main storyline of "Swordsman". It is rare to see fan fiction written like this. I am annoyed. I would like to thank the book friends for their tolerance. I can't repay them, so I bow to them again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)