Mingqin approached the middle-aged monk's ear, "I want to see your complete betrayal, and their complete hatred, without anything, I can't." I'm not a good person. If you have any illusions like that about me, you're losing. Even if you take your cheap life, it is useless, except to feed it to the wild wolves on the side of the road, so as to feed your stomach and save it as a merit. ”

The little monks who had fainted by these secret guards slammed into the wall woke up from the severe pain of the sudden tearing of the flesh on their backs.

Screams also recurred in Xiangguo Temple.

Mingqin made a look of covering her eyes and not daring to look at it, "Ah, it turns out that it is so dry, peach gum has such power, no wonder it can separate those murals from the wall intact." Now that I know this, I will never be surprised by this again, but my curiosity has become another ......"

He set his eyes on those monks, the smile on his face was in those screams one after another, eerie and terrifying, and because of that kind of eerie horror, it had a childlike appearance, and it made people's spines even worse, "What kind of secret is this resentful monk you so hard to protect? Is he a relative of the emperor? The kind that we never knew but always existed." Could it be some elder brother or younger brother of the emperor today? That is, some uncle of mine, and then this great world was originally his ......."

His eyes were sharp, and he glanced at the face of the resentful, "Is there really no way for me to get you to speak?"

The resentment has closed its eyes, and it seems that it has been deeply settled just by standing like that.

The reaction of the others was the same, he said something begging for mercy, but they also looked at him without flinching. It felt like they were going to come to the rescue anytime and anywhere.

Mingqin didn't believe him, it was their calm attitude at this time, because there was still some profound Buddhism. In the old abbot, if he was really a meditative person of the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, it was impossible for him to get along so well with his mother, who was full of lust and ambition, and this did not mean to reduce his mother.

But this abbot, in the end, is reciting the true and false Buddha, what is the skill, he doesn't plan to think too much, what he should think, they will exist in the desire of the heart. Only what they care about most can make them surrender.

There are too many, he can't think of it, but none of them must be wrong, that is, fame, these monks all eat fasting and chant Buddha, all they seek are merit, that is when they think of their life's virtue accidentally polluted and become notorious, I am afraid it is more uncomfortable than death.

At this time, Mingqin really regretted not bringing some women over. However, if he can take them out, then he will always have a chance to renew their bad relationship. Or, he could beat the guards out and find some women. If these guards hadn't run into the big brother, everything would have been much more feasible.

He knew that his eldest brother had not come here, not because he did not know that there must be spies hiding here, but because he knew that it would take more time to interrogate those spies from the mouths of these people, and then to find out the specific place where they had been robbed.

From the moment those people planned to do this, it was clear that this Xiangguo Temple would definitely become the focus of everyone's questioning as a place of affairs. Instead, they will put more effort here than outside, and even more than the direction in which they really escape.

And he may be the hard one. However, he did not complain that this bone was too hard, but knew that the more difficult and dangerous things were, the greater the harvest, just like now, he seemed to have discovered another secret, although he did not know its specific shape, but, judging from the attitude of these people who are not afraid of death, it must not be a trivial matter. And in fact, his first plan had failed, and he thought that as long as he used the method of peach gum to scare and scare them, he would be done.

Ming Qi rode his horse through the mountains without roads, only potholes and hidden thorny ravines with no bottomless grass, and the cavalry behind him turned pale with fright, and in such a place, there was always the danger of horses stumbling, but their sons seemed to be crazy, and they had completely ignored all kinds of dangerous places or rode or jumped.

At this time, you can tell that he is riding a good horse, and can keenly observe the deep streams under the cover of wild grass, and then, from time to time, rise or leap over the ground.

However, this also caused the cavalry behind him to quickly fall out of the ranks. There were many people who fell off their horses and rolled into those deep streams because they were too panicked.

Just when these secret guards thought that they would never be able to catch up with their prince again, they suddenly appeared in front of them the figure of the prince standing on a horse. Looking at the deceased son from such a distance, it seems that something has appeared.

All the Dark Guards are hurrying up.

When he shrank close enough, he saw that in front of their son, almost a child a step away, lay an injured old man and a weeping boy beside him.

Ming Qi had never been a soft-hearted person, but at this moment he stood there fixedly, his guards appearing, and he was staring at the knife that the old man was carrying.

The guards could tell from his not too far distance that it was a rare and good knife.

These guards couldn't figure it out, could it be that at this critical time, the prince still couldn't change his hobby of weapons, and he liked weapons?

Ming Qi had already asked the old man out loud, "This is your knife?" Ming Qi's mind came to mind when he was inspecting the cracked Buddha that day, the crack of the Buddha statue, the cutting of the brush, was not cut by ordinary blades, and at that time, he had thought about whether all this thing would be related to the blacksmith village that disappeared before.

The old man, who was already tired and abnormal, and had been resting with his eyes closed even when he heard the sound of their horses' hooves, suddenly raised his gaze and looked at Ming Qi who was sitting on his horse, "I have only talked to people who know weapons in my life, so even if this is a topic that is not very reasonable, I am going to answer you." It's not just my sword, it's my own forged hands. ”

Ming Qi looked at the boots on his feet, the marks that had been worn out from the frequent walking of mountain roads were clearly visible, "You live near here?"

The old man nodded, "Why are you looking for Shang Tie Village?"

Ming Qi frowned when he heard this, "Shang Tie Village, are you talking about the blacksmith village that used to forge weapons for the imperial court, but then mysteriously disappeared?"

"It seems that you are indeed looking for them?" Then the old man looked at the secret guards carried behind Ming Qi, "Could it be that the imperial court feels that they can't be left behind, so they have come to crusade against them?"

"Someone has come here! Someone is not good!" A gentle reminder came from behind the boulder in the upwind direction, and as soon as he saw that the prince stopped here to talk to the old man, the leader of the secret guard had already ordered his men to climb to the top of the highest rock in the vicinity, and closely watched the movements around. In order to cope with various sudden situations.

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