The structure of the Southern Song capital Lin'an, if you stand on the top of Phoenix Mountain, the commanding height of the whole city, look down, it is an irregular rectangle.

On the right side is facing the river, Qiantang tide surges eastward from the shore of the ancient city, and on the left side is facing West Lake, gentle and quiet, with Su Dike crossing it, looking across from Qianhumen, Lin'an's outer city across the lake.

Qianhu Gate is near the foot of Qibao Mountain. There is a huge and magnificent building between the streets and alleys. The high walls and courtyards are simple and magnificent, which is different from the bustling red walls and green tiles in ordinary cities. This building is built on the streets of the market, but it is rare that it is not affected by the shops and tiles that have broken through the restrictions of the neighbors, and it means quietness.

Pedestrians and tourists often stop at the intersection of the street. Although there are no soldiers guarding with weapons here, people consciously turn around here and dare not move forward at all.

Even those gangsters who are arrogant and domineering in the market and the gangsters who don’t even take Lin'an yamen runners seriously will be low and dare not speak out when they walk here. On the contrary, they will be silent with fear and will generally not dare to approach them. If they really can’t get around, they will walk quickly along the wall and never dare to raise their heads.

They were not afraid of others, but they felt that there was a solemn atmosphere here unnaturally. There seemed to be a flood and beast inside the high walls, and there were often screams from people inside, which were heart-wrenching. Once they approached, they seemed to be contaminated. There were even rumors that some people who did not believe in evil were too close and were stained with unclean things. Not long after they returned home, they would not get sick until they died.

With this legend, the real situation is even more scary.

This is Dali Temple in Lin'an City.

Near West Lake, it is the Heavenly Prison of Dali Temple.

Facing Qianhumen, Dali Temple is a small bridge, flying in front of two stunning gates with black painted copper nails. The bridge is called Fengbo Bridge. Although it is an ordinary stone bridge, it seems as terrible as the Naihe Bridge in the eyes of the residents of Lin'an, because very few prisoners who walk through this bridge can come out alive.

Often, prisoners' families want to enter the Dali Temple Heavenly Prison to visit their families, but they are unable to enter and can only cry by the bridge. So over time, this bridge is also called the Crying Soul Bridge.

There is a Fengbo Bridge, and of course there is a Fengbo Pavilion.

The case-reporting room in the inner and outer halls of Dali Temple is right next to Fengbo Pavilion.

The Eight Rooms of the Dali Temple are eight cases under the Dali Temple, which are collectively called the Justice Department and are directly managed by the Left Justice Department. In order to facilitate the case trial, the Tianzhuo is next door to the case trial room.

"The case-reporting room is a yamen with a strong bloody smell, but it is located by the West Lake. It is a bit conflicting with leisure and elegance and decisiveness."

Jia Sidao sat in the Fengbo Pavilion, looking around constantly, his brows slightly frowned.

A stream of West Lake water was introduced from Lin'an Chengshui Pass and connected to the inner courtyard of the Dali Temple, forming a small lake. The Fengbo Pavilion was built on the water waves. To a certain extent, the Dali Temple was indeed built on the water of West Lake.

Liu Zongshen, the signing officer of Dali Temple, stood respectfully beside him. He heard the sound and turned his eyes and bowed and smiled, "What the Palace Commander said is, but this is just a reminder for the traitors. There is a difference between inside and outside the high wall. There is a world of flowers outside and Shura hell inside. If you want to deny stubborn resistance, there is only one way to die. If you confess, you can go out alive and enjoy the prosperity of the world. Since our dynasty set up the Dali Temple here, countless stubborn people have been shocked by our Dali Temple with the law and confessed their guilt honestly."

Jia Sidao smiled, instead of continuing to talk about this topic, but pointed to the plaque hanging on the pavilion and said, "When did the name of this pavilion be changed?"

Liu Zongshen looked at him with his hand, and the three big words "Qianhuting" were as big as a plaque above his head: "I don't know, it's been a while, but the palace coach looked at the plaque darkened."

"Let's change another piece." Jia Sidao stood up and walked to the pavilion, saying casually: "After this matter is over, change another piece."

"Yes." Liu Zongshen responded obediently.

Jia Sidao slapped the railing twice with his hands, looked around and then, and seemed very satisfied.

"There is the Heavenly Prison over there? It's really close, so it's convenient to bring people there. However, when we need to use it for two days, we won't use the prison cell." He didn't look back, just looking at the lake water beside the pavilion and asked, "Have everything been arranged?"

"All arrangements have been made. According to the wishes of the Palace Commander, in addition to the soldiers of our Dali Temple, there will be quick hands from the Lin'an Government Office to help." Liu Zongshen bowed slightly and replied: "There are five hundred people in Dali Temple, plus a few hundred quick hands, and within this city, even if he is so arrogant, he will be unable to fly."

He answered with confidence and his words were quite stable.

Jia Sidao narrowed his eyes and looked at the mist on the lake. He closed his eyes for a while, but shook his head.

“It’s not enough, it’s not enough.”

Liu Zongshen raised his head in surprise, looked at Jia Sidao with some surprise, and muttered in his heart: Not enough? This is the most severe one in more than ten years, not enough?

"I will arrange to transfer some people from the imperial guards. At least one thousand people will be transferred to control all the vendors and shops around here. That day, the two streets across the streets will not be done business, and they will be closed." Jia Sidao pondered and issued a decisive order: "Here, here, and on the roofs of all high walls, there must be ambushing crossbowmen, and knives and axemen are arranged in the walls. People must be staring at each yard, and everyone must be protected by oars and shields at each entrance and exit, so as to prevent someone from rushing in."

"Well, yes...yes!" Liu Zongshen agreed in confusion, saying yes, thinking that this is a case trial or a war? Is it necessary to make such an arrangement?

Jia Sidao thought for a while, and felt that there was nothing missing, so he felt relieved. He lifted the hem of his robe with satisfaction and sat down in the pavilion.

Liu Zongshen made a plea to him and poured tea for him with his own hands, and Jia Sidao accepted it calmly. Since Liu Zongshen relied on large bribes to ask Jia Sidao to sign the Dali Temple business, the relationship between the two seemed to be a master and servant has naturally become accustomed to the relationship.

"Do it well and get this case done. You should change the title of signing the Dali Temple Affairs Office. Anyway, the Dali Temple Minister Chen Deyu is old and has been asked for a long time. It's time to change someone with ability." Jia Sidaoyan sipped a sip of tea with some meaning, glanced at Liu Zongshen and said, "The officials have this meaning."

"Yes! Please rest assured, the palace commander, the subordinate will do this and let the traitors have nowhere to hide!" Liu Zongshen couldn't understand, and was overjoyed and almost fell to the ground. He thanked him one after another.

"Don't be careless. Changsun Hong is a veteran general who has experienced many battles. He is also a Confucian general. He has many talented people and talents under his command. This time he finally let him enter the capital alone, with only three hundred soldiers. But who knows how many arrangements he made in Lin'an City? Once there are any mistakes, no one can take this responsibility. This is a wealth and honor. On the other hand, it is also a consideration. Do you understand?"

Jia Sidao's eyes were half closed and half open, as if he said casually, and seemed to be extremely serious.
Chapter completed!