Water Margin: My 108 Heroes Come from All Heavens

Liang Shan: "..."

Your master is almost won over by your buddy, and you're still here worrying about whether your wish will come true?

"Liang, the county magistrate."

Lin Daiyu's face still had a faint blush, but she seemed to remember something: "It's not safe outside Kaifeng. You'd better go back as soon as you've finished praying."

"Unsafe?"

Liang Shan was stunned for a moment.

Did she know that she had arranged for the thugs to do this?

He was about to ask further, but Lin Daiyu shook her head and said nothing more.

"Liang, the county magistrate."

Just then, Grandmother Jia's voice drifted over from the next table: "I have something I'd like to remind you of."

Liang Shan quickly got up.

He walked up to Grandmother Jia's table and bowed respectfully, saying, "Please speak, Grandmother."

"Your marriage to Daiyu was arranged by your father and me."

Grandmother Jia put down her chopsticks.

She looked at him intently and said, "I originally wanted to break off the engagement, but Lin is stubborn and refuses to do so no matter what. If you truly care for her, you should treat her with courtesy and not act rashly again."

"The old lady is right, I will definitely pay attention in the future!"

Liang Shan stood ramrod straight, his attitude of admitting his mistake extremely sincere.

"Go."

Seeing his sincere attitude, Grandmother Jia's expression softened slightly.

Liang Shan breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat back down in his seat.

He then discovered that Lin Daiyu was secretly watching him. When their eyes met, she quickly lowered her head and pretended to pick up some food.

[Ding! Lin Daiyu's favorability rating: 33]

"This girl is quite cute." Liang Shan's lips curled up slightly.

finally.

The favorability rating is fixed at 33.

"The rise is a bit slow."

Liang Shan muttered to himself, wondering if he should pull off some more outrageous moves.

But after thinking about it, I gave up.

Today I lowered the favorability rating from -99 to 33, which is the limit.

They kept pestering her.

It might offend Lin Daiyu, and the result would be the opposite.

……

After the vegetarian meal.

Grandmother Jia led a group of female relatives into the sedan chair, and Liang Shan followed behind as they walked down the mountain.

When passing through the pine forest.

He went inside to look for them, only to find Zhou Ming and the others lying on the ground, fast asleep.

"Fuck you!"

"Slacking off during work hours?!"

Liang Shan flew into a rage, stepped forward and slapped each of them, waking them up from their daze.

"grown ups?"

Zhou Ming was the first to regain his senses and quickly looked towards the direction outside the pine forest: "Has Miss Lin arrived?"

"Everyone has finished praying and left."

Liang Shan rolled his eyes and snorted coldly, "Tell me, what happened?"

"Oh no! I've run into a competitor!"

Zhou Ming realized what was happening and slapped his thigh hard.

original.

Following Liang Shan's instructions, they covered their faces and all disappeared into the pine forest.

I was just looking for a place to hide.

But found...

More than a dozen masked men were already lurking in the pine forest.

then.

They were then knocked unconscious.

"Is the security situation in the Song Dynasty really that bad?"

Liang Shan frowned slightly.

This is Kaifeng, the capital of the Song Dynasty. You can even encounter bandits while praying for blessings outside the city.

The Song Dynasty's security forces are utterly useless!

and many more!

"I guess I'm in charge of law enforcement."

Liang Shan's face darkened as he thought of his official position.

County Commandant.

Apprehend thieves and investigate murder cases.

He was indeed in charge of maintaining order in Kaifeng.

If this gets out...

"Keep what happened today a secret, everyone! Don't tell anyone!"

On the other side, Zhou Ming had already taken precautions and made his own arrangements.

Liang Shan gave a thumbs up.

Otherwise, Zhou Ming wouldn't be able to become a constable.

Being prepared and reacting quickly are signs of being proactive.

"yes!"

Everyone's faces turned red.

"Let's go back to the county government office."

Liang Shan waved his hand and led the group down the mountain.

But they didn't go far.

But they found that the pilgrims coming down the mountain were all stuck in the middle of the road.

The women, including Grandmother Jia, who had gone ahead, also got out of their sedan chairs, looking ahead with worried expressions.

"The snow was too heavy last night and collapsed the roads. I don't think we can get down the mountain today."

After Zhou Ming went forward to check, he reported back to Liangshan.

"This doesn't look like it was crushed by the wind and snow."

Liang Shan frowned slightly as he looked at the road blocked by snow ahead: "Could it have been those bandits?"

Judging by this situation...

They didn't want these pilgrims to leave the mountain.

"Dear benefactors."

"It's getting late, why don't we go to the temple to rest for the night?"

"We'll descend the mountain tomorrow after the snow melts."

Upon learning of the situation, a young novice monk rushed over.

Despite everyone's reluctance.

However, the path down the mountain was blocked, so they had no choice but to return to Bao'en Temple with the young novice monk.

……

Bao'en Temple is large.

However, there are mostly Buddhist niches and statues, and not many side rooms.

In addition, the Jia family had many female relatives.

Liang Shan and his men were naturally assigned to the most secluded west wing, which was only a wall away from the woodshed.

"Sir, are we really going to spend the night in this dilapidated temple?"

Zhou Ming looked at the guest room in front of him with disdain: "How can anyone sleep in this?"

"What else? You fly down the mountain?"

Liang Shan rolled his eyes at him and pushed open the door to enter the room.

There were only two wooden plank beds and a thin quilt in the room; there wasn't even a charcoal brazier.

The window paper even had a hole in it.

A cold wind whistled in.

"They treat men and women differently."

Liang Shan wrapped his clothes tighter around himself and couldn't help but complain, "I never thought that even after traveling to ancient times, we men would still be a vulnerable group."

Chilling!

It's a pity that Bao'en Temple doesn't have a Xiaohongshu account, otherwise I would definitely write a long post to cyberbully them!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

outside the window.

Suddenly a gust of wind arose, and light, fluffy snowflakes began to fall silently.

……

into the night.

The wind and snow intensified.

Liang Shan lay on the hard wooden bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"It's too cold."

He glanced at Zhou Ming, who was already snoring.

His lips twitched a few times.

Good guy.

I fall asleep the moment my head hits the bed.

His previous worries were completely unnecessary.

"Tonight is unlikely to be peaceful; it would be best to find a safe and warm place to hide."

He put on his coat, pushed open the door, and walked out of the guest room.

Lin Daiyu is a master.

Zijuan is also skilled in martial arts.

Their safety shouldn't be a concern; the most important thing now is to ensure your own safety.

As for Zhou Ming and the others...

They've already met with the bandits; if they wanted to kill them, they would have done so long ago. There shouldn't be any danger.

"Where is the safest place?"

He strolled around, looking for a suitable place.

finally.

Braving the wind and snow, we arrived at the entrance of the Sutra Repository.

The Sutra Repository is the tallest building in Bao'en Temple, with three floors and flying eaves and brackets, making it appear particularly solemn and majestic in the night.

"The Scripture Pavilion is a highly secure place; surely it's guarded by experts?"

He muttered to himself and reached out to push the door open.

The door wasn't locked.

With a creak, it opened.

A sandalwood scent wafted over, mixed with the unique aroma of old paper.

It was pitch black inside.

Only two lamps burned on the offering table, their flames flickering in the wind.

Is anyone there?

Liang Shan lowered his voice and asked a question.

No one answered.

He breathed a sigh of relief and stepped inside.

The first floor is the prayer hall.

Several rows of bookshelves were neatly arranged with scriptures.

In the corner, there was a low couch covered with a futon, which looked like it was used by monks to keep watch at night.

"This is it."

Liang Shan scurried up the low couch in two strides, stacked the futons to use as a pillow, wrapped himself tightly in his coat, and lay down.

Don't say it.

Although it was a bit cold, it was much better than that broken wooden bed in the west wing.

Moreover, there is no cold air; it is very warm.

Soon.

He then fell into a deep sleep.

"Benefactor, this is my bed."

Suddenly.

An old monk with a limp came down from the second floor, staring at Liang Shan, who was fast asleep on the low couch, with a dark face.