Chapter 256 Take Action? I Like It

The mist and rain covered the entire Bianzhou.

In this kind of weather, there were fewer soldiers patrolling the streets, as if this rain was to give the Jianghu people who had been suppressed for several days a little breathing time to relax.

The jailer of the prison followed the order from above and pushed all the people who were to be released today out of the gate. It was drizzling in the sky, and the ground was muddy and damp, which was not a good feeling.

The jailer would naturally not do his job seriously in the rain, even if he knew someone was watching. But he had to do his job, so he simply reduced the number of times and released all the people who were to be released.

Just once is enough, less trouble.

In this regard, the prefect who was supervising upstairs also looked helpless. However, in this kind of weather, he himself was annoyed, so he didn't blame his subordinates.

He turned around and told his attendant: "Go buy some wine and meat for the jailer who guards the prison. Don't put it on the government's account, put it on mine."

"Tell them to keep an eye on the prison and not be careless. Did you hear me?"

The attendant bowed and saluted, "I heard it, sir, I'll go now."

Several carriages drove in one after another on the official road outside the city.

In the front carriage, a bald monk sat cross-legged. The Buddhist beads in his hand kept twisting, indicating that his heart was not as calm as his face.

This time, he rushed from Lin'an to Bianzhou to negotiate with the government to release Ku Chanshi and the disciples of Lantuo Temple who were imprisoned in the prison.

By the way, he also found out what happened in Bianzhou and why martial law was inexplicably imposed.

The carriage was not moving fast, and it was estimated that it would take dark to reach Bianzhou. The monk opened a corner of the curtain and looked at the drizzle outside, feeling unsure.

"Uncle Master, don't worry. We are on the official road, so there won't be many bumps."

The disciple who was driving the car thought that the road was uneven and his uncle was shaking unbearably, so he stuck his head out to see what was going on.

But the monk just patted the disciple on the shoulder and smiled, "Nothing, I just want to see how the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is different from the rain in the mountains."

After saying that, the monk lowered the curtain, sat back in his original position and recited Buddhist scriptures to calm his anxiety.

When it was dark, the two carriages stopped at the gate of the yamen. The monk and Baihu in the second carriage got off the carriage almost at the same time, and the two walked towards the gate together in the rain.

"Stop! What are you here for?"

The yamen runners on both sides of the gate saw the two people coming and hurriedly raised their hands to signal.

Baihu stepped forward calmly, took out his waist badge from his arms, put it in front of the yamen runner, and said, "I'm from the capital."

Seeing the three big characters "Jinyiwei" on the token, the yamen runner changed his face. He quickly stepped aside to make way, bowed respectfully and said, "Please come in, sir."

At this time, the monk also came up and introduced himself: "Amitabha, I am Kuchan Shi Rongjie, I came to your place to find the prefect and ask about the arrest of my temple disciples."

The smile on the face of the yamen runner suddenly faded, and he turned his head to look at Rongjie. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, what's wrong with this monk? Didn't he see that there was a distinguished guest next to him?

Really, he has no sense at all.

His face sank, and he said unhappily: "The prefect is not on duty at night, Master, go back first."

Before Rongjie could speak, the disciple who got off the car behind him came forward, "We will wait at the door for a while, can you go in and inform? The prefect will definitely meet us."

"I have said that the prefect is not on duty at night. If you want to find him, go to the mansion." The yamen runner stood back to the side, unwilling to say anything more.

In his opinion, these two monks are simply out of their minds. Where do you think this is? This is the prefect's yamen!

I will definitely meet you. Who do you think you are?

Rongjie and his disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect that a small yamen runner could put on airs.

But Rongjie also knew that he had something to ask of him, so he stepped forward and smiled, and performed a Buddhist ceremony. He asked again: "Little brother, can you please tell me where the prefect's residence is? I will go there, no need to bother you."

This made the yamen runner's eyelids jump. What do you mean by no need to bother? Who knows if you are going to visit or assassinate?

If something happens to the prefect, he, who said it, will have to suffer the consequences. Do you really think he is a fool? Even if he knows about this thankless task, he will not say it.

"I don't know, just go find it yourself."

The two were stunned. Looking at the yamen runner who turned around and was about to leave, the disciple suddenly became anxious. If it's a little later, the brothers will suffer more.

He was impatient and grabbed the yamen runner and asked, "You are being unreasonable. I didn't ask you to lead the way. Why don't you even want to tell me such a small problem?"

The yamen runner was pulled from behind and staggered. Fortunately, he stood firm quickly and didn't fall.

He turned around and slapped the other's hand away, shouting, "What do you want to do? I told you I don't know, but you are still so persistent?"

"You dare to fight in front of the yamen, it's really unreasonable!"

Rong Jie changed drastically, hurriedly grabbed his disciple, stepped forward and apologized, "Donor, that's not what we meant. I, your disciple, was a little impatient, please forgive me."

"According to what you said, it's my fault?" The yamen runner glared at Rong Jie and hurriedly stepped aside.

He shouted to the door, "Come here, someone is committing a crime at the yamen gate!"

As soon as he shouted, Bai Hu stopped. Committing a crime? At the yamen gate?

Really, so bold!

He turned decisively and walked towards the yamen gate, asking as he walked: "Who? Who is so brave? Dare to do something in the yamen."

"Donor, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. I was anxious and helped this little brother, but I didn't intend to commit a crime."

Knowing that the matter was serious, Rong Jie hurriedly explained.

But Baihu didn't care about these explanations. He had been doing nothing in the capital, and he didn't know how long he had been holding it in. He finally left the capital, and he didn't want to be depressed and bored.

Pulled? That means fighting! Fighting? I like it!

He shouted: "Nonsense, you have clearly admitted that you have fought, what kind of misunderstanding is this."

"It's clearly a quibble!"

Without saying anything, the true energy in his body immediately circulated. No matter whether he is right or not, fight first!

He stepped on the ground and slapped out with a palm. Coming from a high position, he really had the domineering power of a hungry tiger pouncing on food and a tiger descending from the mountain.

Rong Jie felt that this person had a problem with his brain. How could he talk well, suddenly make up his mind and then be impatient to fight?

He had to pull the disciple behind him, and golden light appeared on his body. Facing Baihu, he punched out.

The two palms touched and separated in an instant.

"Donor, please listen to what I have to say."

"No need to listen, I have my own judgment!"

Bai Hu did not retreat but advanced, treating Rong Jie's words as nonsense. Both hands moved together, and the moves continued. Rong Jie was not a man of empty reputation, and he kept responding with moves.

The two people's true energy kept colliding, shaking the rain and splashing everywhere.

After dozens of moves, the two of them pulled away from each other. Bai Hu's eyes were sharp, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

He laughed unscrupulously: "It's so refreshing, so refreshing!"

"Keep going."