"Although that's the case, I've heard something." Cheng Yaojin said again, "It is said that someone was going to murder him, Tang Jian. This is what he said, so Dali Temple is so vigilant. If this matter is not determined, Tang Jian would be worried about his life if he left Dali Temple."

At the same time, on the streets of Chang'an, seventy or eighty strong men were wandering near the Dali Temple. When the time came, all of these people covered their faces, they took out long-hidden horizontal knives from each corner and rushed into the Dali Temple.

Di Renjie was sorting out some files in the government office. When he heard the movement outside his home, he walked out of the government office in confusion and saw a group of people fighting with the people from Dali Temple.

"Be careful of Dali Temple." A group of officers and soldiers hurried forward to guard.

"Take Tang Jian's head!" Dozens of killers shouted, and were about to rush into the dungeon.

Seeing that the dungeon could no longer be guarded, Di Renjie spoke loudly, "Go and call the people outside quickly! Call the leader guard, left and right guard!"

"Yes!" The officials of Dali Temple hurriedly went to do things.

Di Renjie looked at the scene carefully and became more and more wrong. If these people were to be called killers, they just injured the people of Dali Temple, and did not really kill anyone. The killer who came in broad daylight seemed to be a military technique? There was something strange.

The entrance of the dungeon of Dali Temple was in chaos. Tang Jian, who was sitting in the cell, heard the sound outside and hurriedly called the prison head, "What's wrong with it outside?"

"Someone wants to kill you, so stay honestly." The prison head held the knife in his hand tightly, "If you dare to make trouble, we will hand you over, so that we can save us trouble."

More than a dozen killers rushed into the dungeon of Dali Temple and headed straight for Tang Jian's cell. A group of prisoners were knocked to the ground. Tang Jian retreated step by step and retreated to the corner.

"What are you doing!" Tang Jian looked at the killer at the door of his cell.

"Do it!" the killer ordered coldly.

...

When Di Renjie came with his guards, the dungeon was in chaos and the killer had already withdrawn.

Tang Jian was covered in blood, and several arrows stabbed him without looking like they were shot. Fortunately, they could not open the cell because they were locked in the cell.

"Call the doctor!" Di Renjie ordered loudly.

"Dali Temple Minister, do we need to find a killer?" said the guards and soldiers who came to support him.

"The other party is familiar with the terrain of Dali Temple. There is only less than half a stick of incense sticks in front and back. The cooperation is very tacit. It is obvious that the skills should be from the army. The other party is prepared for it. I will check this matter by myself." Di Renjie said to these officers and soldiers: "It's very troubled for you now."

"You are not polite to Dali Temple."

Di Renjie walked step by step to Tang Jian covered in blood, "You are really lucky."

Tang Jian lay on the ground as if he had lost consciousness and was still breathing.

The official from Dali Temple returned and said, "The minister of Dali Temple, the doctor has been found."

"Save him!" Di Renjie said that, and left the cell, came to the strong man selling cakes on the side of Zhuque Street in Chang'an, "Get two naan breads."

This person seems to be selling cakes, but it is actually a hidden thread from Fat Monk, which is used to connect to himself.

"Okay!" The strong man took out two naan breads, "This official, a total of five cents."

"Where did those killers come from?" Di Renjie asked him in a low voice.

"Cheng Mansion!" After whispering, the strong man smiled and said, "Take it, come again next time."
Chapter completed!