Greed nodded.
"The princess might have been frightened, so she left on her own.”
"Humph!"
Li Shi Min snorted coldly.
"That doesn't mean that she was kidnapped by an assassin.”
Greed's expression changed.
"There is such a possibility, but this subject thinks that the princess is extremely intelligent, so it is likely that she has found a place to hide.”
Compared to the possibility that Chang Le was kidnapped by assassins, both Li Shimin and Zhangsun Wugou seemed to be more willing to believe in the latter possibility.
This was also a form of self-consolation for them.
Zhangsun Wugou's expression turned from gloomy to bright as he looked at Li Shimin with a stammering expression.
Seeing that Tian Zi was thinking, Tan Lang cupped his fists and asked,"
" Your Majesty, I would like to ask the personal attendants of the Princess about the places that the Princess had gone to in Chang 'an. Perhaps I can find the Princess through this line."”
Li Shi Min's expression changed slightly as he nodded,"Correct."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Tan Lang took a few steps back, turned around, and left.
...
Puzhao Temple.
Outside the temple gate, there were many figures. The commoners were all trying to squeeze in.
Rumble!
At this moment, a large number of soldiers rushed over like a hurricane and surrounded the monastery tightly.
"His Majesty has ordered that the entire city be under martial law. The temple is being searched and no one is allowed to enter!”
"Why? Can't we even burn incense and worship Buddha?”
"That's right. Such a big thing happened yesterday. If I don't burn incense, I won't feel at ease.”
"Sir, how long are you going to search? When can we enter?”
The commoners squeezed outside were very dissatisfied. They had come to the monastery early in the morning to burn incense to seek peace of mind. They did not expect to be in time for the officers and soldiers to inspect the monastery.
Under the escort of the imperial guards, the commoners dispersed while cursing.
However, these people did not go home. Instead, they stood in the distance with their baskets, waiting for the monastery to finish its investigation.
Suddenly.
Rumble!
More soldiers were rushing over.
In the middle, there were a dozen people carrying a large object that looked like a coffin. The coffin was covered with a black cloth.
The mysterious coffin was carried into the monastery by the soldiers, leaving the commoners confused.
"Close the temple gate!"
After a loud shout, the monastery's door slowly closed.
"What are they doing? They even dare to close the Buddhist Sect. These people don't know how to be taboo!”
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Buddha is merciful. I hope that the door to bliss won't be closed. Amitabha..."
The monastery's abnormal actions made the commoners even more confused.
He was also more curious about the mysterious coffin that the soldiers carried in and what was inside.
In the front courtyard of Puzhao Temple.
Rows of imperial guards spread out and guarded every corner of the temple.
A person who seemed to be the leader led a dozen men carrying a mysterious coffin behind him and walked towards a group of monks.
The monk in the lead was old and had white hair and beard.
He led all the monks in the courtyard and quickly walked up to them.
"Abbot Ku Zhi."
"Young General."
The leader of the imperial guards who had come to the monastery was Yuchi Gong's son, Yuchi Baoqing, the general of the Thousand Bull Guards.
In order to differentiate Yuchi Baoqing from his father, Yuchi Gong, many people liked to call Yuchi Baoqing Young General.
Yuchi Baoqing was originally the emperor's personal guard. Because he had received the emperor's order, he had secretly come.
The abbot of Puzhao Monastery was an old monk whose Dharma name was Ku Zhi.
Reverend Kuzhi put his palms together and asked suspiciously,
"General Yuchi, I just heard that there were assassins at the princess's wedding yesterday. I was about to lead the monks to cooperate with you to investigate the monastery.”
As he spoke, Abbot Kuzhi looked at the mysterious coffin behind Yuchi Baoqing and said,""This is?"
Yuchi Baoqing stood there boldly, half a head taller than Abbot Ku Zhi. With a wave of his hand, his subordinates immediately retreated dozens of steps away in unison.
The formation was orderly, like a circle of iron buckets guarding the distance.
"Remove the cloth and open the coffin!”
Yuchi Baoqing shouted.
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