The night became darker, and the fireflies flashed, and the night dew slowly condensed on the leaves. Some slowly slid down the leaves like tears, and some condensed into a large dewdrop, which deeply pulled the leaves down. Suddenly, the hem of a wide robe passed by, flowers and plants swayed, and the dewdrops fell one after another. On the path outside Hanshan Temple, more than a dozen scholars dressed in the dress were passing by. The moon was visiting Hanshan. However, there was no leisure and elegance on the faces of these scholars. They walked in a hurry, and their expressions were a little fierce in the sternness. Everyone rolled up their sleeves unusually.

A young monk waited outside the temple gate for a long time. The monk's name is Yuanhui. Cai Jing and Li Bangyan's news in Hanshan Temple was that he privately leaked it to Shi Tingjian, a member of the management club. Shi Tingjian was surprised when he heard it and immediately reported to his master Wu Zilong. At the same time, he also promised many benefits. Not only did Yuanhui inform him of the movements of Cai and Li every few days, but he also made him try his best to copy the letters that they contacted the outside world. He used the fastest pigeon every day to report their latest movements to Ezhou.

Yuanhui saw Shi Tingjian coming quickly, and he bowed and said, "Donor Shi, Amitabha." He also saw the fierce crowd behind him, and his face turned from joy to surprise. Beside the scholar Yuanhui knew, there were many servants and workers dressed up. Each of them held a thick arm, five feet long, square head and round handle in his hands. It was a must-have for wealthy families to guard the house and protect the house, and was commonly used in neighborhood fights.

"Dear donors," Yuanhui hesitated, "What are you doing with your weapons in a quiet place in Buddhism?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Shi Tingjian took out a silver cake from his arms and forced it into Yuanhui's sleeves, saying impatiently, "Tao and Li are still in the temple?" Everyone stared at Yuanhui fiercely, which scared him to his body and hesitated: "I was looking at Shi Tingjian and others in horror, and I wonder what they were asking about this.

"It's good!" Shi Tingjian turned to several people and said, "Brother Du, Brother Gao, Brother Sun, Brother Wang, please guard the temple's southeast, west and northeast sides, beware of the traitor's chances of being in trouble. The two traitors are related to the fate of the Song Dynasty. After the mentor's instructions, he will never be neglected." Although the scholars were a little reluctant, they nodded and agreed, summoned their servants separately, and went to guard the temple's four sides. Shi Tingjian reminded again: "In addition to the small gate, dog cave, yin ditch, and pits passing through the walls must not be left out. txt e-book download**The dog official in Hangzhou escaped from the dog cave."

Several colleagues agreed repeatedly, and Shi Tingjian turned his face and closed his hands and said, "I'm sorry, Zen Master Yuanhui leads the way and leads us into the temple to find Cai Li and two of them are polite. Although they are talking, their eyes are pounding like flames, which makes people frightened. Yuanhui has heard that Shi Tingjian is a human being, and dare not disobey his wishes, so he can only nod his head in a vain. Shi Tingjian waved his hand, and two or three hundred people followed Yuanhui, and rushed into the temple gate in a fierce manner, heading straight to the courtyard where Cai Jing and Li Bangyan live. The monk who opened the door was familiar with Yuanhui. Seeing that he led people in, he was frightened by these vicious people, he actually talked.

He could not even warn him. In order to prevent the attack, he encountered long-lasting monks along the way, and immediately took them down, stuffed them with a cloth ball, and tied them up with his hands and feet. In a short while, he came to a secluded courtyard. According to Yuanhui, Cai and Li lived in seclusion in this courtyard, and there were also several trusted servants or generals of the two. Shi Tingjian raised his hand and stopped. Several particularly powerful people walked out, some pulled out their waist knives, some took out crossbow arrows, and some took them to surround the four sides of the courtyard, looking like they were facing a great enemy. Everyone held their breath and calmed down, waiting for Shi Tingjian to finally order the person.

"Cai and Li are both important officials," Liu Yansou, a student in the imperial examination, whispered, "Is it appropriate for this dynasty to kill the literati and officials?"

"What's wrong? As the saying goes, the heart of the Bodhisattva, the thundering means!" Shi Tingjian said coldly, "What's wrong with Confucius killing Shao Zhengmao!" He spoke with a stern tone. Liu Yansou's face stopped and lowered his head to say more. Shi Tingjian looked at Yuanhui, pointed to the gate of the courtyard, and said in a deep voice: "Come and call the gate!" Yuanhui was frightened by his momentum and agreed tremblingly. It was already late at night. After calling for a while, the lights were raised in the yard. A servant of Cai Jing walked to the door and asked in a low voice. Yuanhui made up a reason to make up for excuses. The servant turned around and reported it. After a while, he came back, he pulled out the door bolt and opened a small crack in the gate of the courtyard.

"Get in!" With Shi Tingjian shouting loudly, several people gathered outside the yard and pushed the yard open. "What are you doing?" The servant was full of horror. Before he finished speaking, he was knocked on his forehead by a stick in unknown direction. He suddenly felt blood flowing back and before he got up, he was put on his body with a few feet, and the sticks rolled down. These people all tried to kill him. The servant was originally a seventh-rank official in the prime minister's mansion. At this moment, he was only in pain and covered in sticks. The blood had already blurred his eyes. He could only hear the chaos in the yard. Someone asked, "Who are you?" Then he was beaten to the ground.

"Search quickly," Shi Tingjian looked cold, and sweat faintly on his forehead. He raised his arms and shouted: "Don't let Cai, Li and two traitors!" "Look for Cai Jing, Li Bangyan and two traitors!" "Don't let one go!" "Don't let the traitors slip away!" Everyone answered the orders. Cai, Li's name is known to everyone. When Hangzhou caused trouble, even Cai Jing's ancestral tomb was dug. At this moment, although these servants and workers took the benefits of managing the society, everyone was indignant to fill in the funeral.

Ying thought he was doing a great deed to fight traitors for the country. The small courtyard was not big, and after a moment of disturbance, he found Cai Jing, Li Bangyan, and three other servants from the big and small rooms. Shi Tingjian took out the portrait from his arms and looked at it carefully. Cai Jing and Li Bangyan's appearance were vaguely similar. Both of them were wearing only close-fitting short clothes, with disheveled hair and in a mess. Li Bangyan's face seemed like a dead person. If it weren't for being carried by someone, he would almost collapse on the ground.

Cai Jing was still a little calmer. He looked around the dense crowd in the courtyard, and his eyes finally fell on Shi Tingjian, sighed, and said, "I am Cai Jing, who are you?" As soon as this said, hundreds of gazes in the courtyard fell on him. Even those who usually wished they could eat their flesh and sleep with their skin curiously stood on tiptoe, wanting to see the appearance of the world's most treacherous minister.

"It's you!" Shi Tingjian's left eyelid jumped and said fiercely, "Cai Jing, you bewitched the emperor, harmed the country and harmed the people, causing the government to be in power, and thieves are everywhere, and the Khitan invaded. Tonight, it's time for you to be full of evil!" Cai Jing was a first-rank official of the court, and Shi Tingjian was under great pressure. After all, he could not hesitate to repent at all. He waved his hand and shouted to everyone without waiting for Cai Jing to speak, "Everyone will come together, except for this traitor who harms the country and the people!"

"Who dares!" Cai Jing took a step forward, glanced around with sharp eyes and shouted, "I am the official of the court. Even if there is no such thing as a magistrate, I will be tried by the three officials. The court will punish you. Where will you be the turn?" Li Bangyan's eyes were filled with hope, but he could not speak. Cai Jing shouted again: "Do you know that beating the official of the court is a crime of rebellion? You should not retreat quickly!" Everyone was intimidated by his momentum and did not dare to step forward for a while. These servants, workers and disciples are usually the villagers. Except for a few people who are vicious, most people cannot do anything toward an ordinary old man, let alone a serious official of the court.

"Brother Shi" Liu Yansou whispered, "Think twice before you act."

Shi Tingjian was sweating slightly on his back, but things were done to this point. One step back was a deep abyss. He pushed Liu Yansou aside, snatched a stick from the servant beside him, and held it with his right hand behind him.

"You old Cai Jing! You are a thief in trouble and ruining the government. When you lose Jiangning and Hangzhou, you let Hu ** harm the Southeast, you still think of the court." Shi Tingjian spoke while forcing him forward. The blue veins on his forehead were exposed. When he came to Cai Jing, he had almost no sign of any warning. He swung it out with a stick. Cai Jing didn't expect that he, a scholar, would go barefoot in battle and could not dodge. He was hit on his forehead by a square-headed stick. He suddenly flowed blood and fell to the ground. Shocked, fearful, and angry, Cai Jing could no longer maintain the prime minister's demeanor. He fell to the ground, covered his forehead with one hand and pointed the halberd with the other hand, cursing: "Rat, how dare you do this!"

"Why don't I dare!" After swinging the stick just now, Shi Tingjian seemed to remove a layer of shackles in his chest, and seemed to put a heavy thing on him. He panted like a wild beast, and strode to Cai Jing, kicked the old thief's waist regardless of the gentleness, and then stepped on his chest, swung the stick and hit it like raindrops, and shouted, "I'll kill you traitor! What's not afraid of, what's not afraid of!" "What's not afraid of!" "Get together, kill this traitor!" "Get together!"

The blood stimulated the onlookers. Several strong men walked up to the ground with sticks in their hands to participate in the beating. Li Bangyan had already collapsed to the ground, screaming and rolling to avoid the sticks coming from all sides. Cai Jing and Li Bangyan's family could not hide. More sticks hit them, and they could only hold their heads and wail to help their lives. But everyone was afraid at first. Since they had already started fighting, they were getting stronger and stronger. No one heard the sound of begging for mercy. The monks in Hanshan Temple heard the huge movement here and did not dare to approach. Shi Tingjian's voice became louder and louder, and finally shouted at the top of his lungs. Cai Jing was still screaming and avoiding at first. Later, he didn't know whether he fainted or died, but he was completely gone, and the sticks on all sides still fell on him like rain.

Yuanhui was so scared that she looked no more. She stood tightly against the wall, her hands closed and silently chanted: "Amitabha" and "Amitabha". Beside him, Liu Yansou looked pale and sometimes closed his eyes, unable to bear the bloody and barbaric scene.

"Okay, both traitors are dead." After a while, Shi Tingjian walked to him, wiped his sweat, and watched everyone tidy up the body. Liu Yansou did not answer. Shi Tingjian shook his head and turned his eyes to the night sky. In the ink-like night, stars flashed little by little, calming people's mood.
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