Master Wufu has cultivated all his life, but now he is dead. Whatever the truth behind it, it has little impact on those in power. Nian Ji Wu Wu was also a highly respected figure during his lifetime.

Therefore, the current emperor Song Xiuwen only ordered to block the news, and announced that Master Wufu passed away in the mountain city, and as for the Buddha Bathing Festival, the national teacher continued to preside over it.

Shen Qingyu had heard a little in his previous life, and the master of Wu Yu fifteen years ago was a person with a small reputation, and he wanted to visit through the Buddha Bathing Festival, but he never thought that he had such an accident, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.

The mountain city is not far from the Foyuan Temple, and the news of the death of the master has just come out, and the host of the Foyuan Temple has taken the people in the temple to the mountain city.

This time it was back, but no one saw the body of Master Wuyu.

Approaching three o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Qingyu just set off to go out, turned a lot of bends, bypassed the courtyard in front, and walked two miles to the main hall of the Buddha Yuan Temple to chant and pray for blessings.

On the bluestone road, two gray-clothed monks were carrying a capped vat one after the other.

The slightly older monk had practiced for several years, and it was a breeze to lift this vat as tall as an ordinary woman.

For the little monk who walked slowly in front, the older monk urged impatiently: "Mingjing, move quickly." ”

The little monk who carried the jar with his backhand was miserable, and his immature face was full of sadness visible to the naked eye, as well as a sweaty head that he had no time to take care of.

He didn't dare to disobey the old monk, so he had to reply dryly: "I know, Uncle Wuya." ”

After the old monk and the little monk moved the tank, Shen Qingyu walked out quietly from behind the stone arch in the inner courtyard, she stood in place, her eyes fell on the backs of the two.

Now is the time to chant Buddha and pray, the monks of the whole temple and even the people who come to bathe the Buddha Festival are almost all in the front hall, these two people step on this point, carrying such a large vat towards the path to the back mountain, it is really a little suspicious.

Could it be that the vat contains the body of the Master of Innocence?

Why don't you go and explore first, and make up her mind, she looked back in the direction of the front hall, and resolutely went to the path of the back mountain.

She followed five feet behind the two monks, and after passing the peach blossom forest, the two did not mean to stop, and saw the cliff at the end of the peach forest, and the two put down the vat in their hands.

Monk Wuya glanced vigilantly left and right, leaned over and picked up the dirt under the peach tree on the far left, and then a concave and convex square stone jumped into view.

He pressed the stone, and a staggering scene appeared, only to see a crack in the flat ground, and in a moment, a secret passage of stairs extending downwards appeared.

After the boundless monk dealt with it, he exchanged glances with the dumbfounded little monk, and the two of them carried the big vat down.

Almost as soon as the two of them went down, the corridor was closed, and it was restored to its original state.

She walked out from behind the peach tree, her eyes fixed on the peach tree on the far left, this was not some strange immortal technique, if she guessed correctly, this should be a delicate trick.

In this regard, she couldn't help but think of an old story............

In the first battle of Beihu Mountain, the Beihu army relied on the unique terrain to besiege the Dayan army from the Central Plains all the way to Beihu Mountain.

The head of the Mo family used exquisite skills to lay down a machine formation in just three days, and on the day of the battle, he killed the Beihu army without leaving a piece of armor, so that Song Xiuwen turned defeat into victory.

Rong, Chu, clouds, ink, flowers, snow, wind, and moon, these eight families have their own unique skills, so that in the troubled times of the year, it was not only the kings competing for hegemony, but also the game of the eight great families of the rivers and lakes.

Returning to the imperial court means being restrained, and the heads of the eight great families are naturally unwilling, and after the world is peaceful, the eight families that were once famous and chaotic have since been hidden in the rivers and lakes.

Pulling back her thoughts, she raised her eyes and glanced at the sky, and couldn't help but change her face slightly, Gu followed these two monks, but she forgot that she had to rush back to the chanting meeting in the front hall of the temple.

Now she can't go back, if someone takes advantage of the topic to play and goes to Song Haotian to mention it, then she will inevitably be in trouble, for the sake of today's plan, she should go back to the side courtyard first and act at the opportunity............

Some people really won't let her down.

Not long after she returned to the side courtyard, she vaguely heard movement outside the house.

As the eldest daughter of Mofu who was lost, she was pressed by the mother of the Luo family in the front, and Mo Qingning, the concubine, who was a head taller, so that the sons and ladies of all the families in Chang'an did not take her seriously, let alone Song Haotian, who was the crown prince.

The door was violently pushed open.

Song Haotian was pampered by Concubine Yang since he was a child, and with the catalyst of the day after tomorrow, his temperament became gloomy and arrogant.

Song Haotian came with Mo Qingying and Xiao Bingyu.

Shen Qingyu pretended to be awakened, and glanced at everyone sickly.

I thought it would be Mo Qingning, but I never thought it would be Mo Qingying, but when I remembered her and Song Haotian that night, she figured it out.

"Now it's a Buddhist recitation, but Miss Mo is drowsy in the room. Song Haotian laughed without a sound, paused, and reprimanded: "Miss Mo is guilty?"

Mo Qingying and Xiao Bingyu all watched coldly with their own thoughts, the former only felt that he had avenged the trick he had been played a few days ago, and the latter couldn't help but smile in his eyes.

How important is the Buddha Bathing Festival, Mo Nianchu dared not go, undoubtedly seeking his own death, thinking of Xiao Chengfan, who was still lying on the bed to recuperate, she wished that Shen Qingyu would be executed.

She trembled and turned over to stay, put her hand on the edge of the bed like an old woman in the twilight, and knelt on the ground: "Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, the courtiers are not not going, but the old disease has recurred, and the body is weak and weak, so it is inevitable that the palace will be rude, so I will not go." ”

After that, she curled up her hand against her pale lips and coughed violently, giving full play to her superb acting skills, in order to be trusted by Song Haotian, before they came, she deliberately went to find an ice cube and covered her heart through her clothes.

And the heart-wrenching pain in her heart made her sickly......

Her cough was so painful that Song Hao subconsciously frowned, looking at her bloodless little face and sick appearance, her anger was alleviated a little.

was about to speak, but he heard a joking tone: "The young master said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has gone, and he dares to come here to ask the teacher for guilt." ”

The appearance of Sheng Xiaohou Ye made everyone in the house change color for a while.

Sheng Jingchen walked in calmly, and glanced at Shen Qingyu, who was kneeling on the ground with a pale complexion, and felt a little inexplicable in his heart.

These people took advantage of his inattention to bully his sick beauty, and they were really timid.

What does his appearance mean? It means that Shen Qingyu can save the day.

Xiao Bingyu stared at his side face with an uncertain expression, and clenched her fists unwillingly.

"Little Hou Ye is not here to relieve the siege?" Song Haotian said with a cold face and a strange yin and yang expression.

Sheng Xiaohou was not ambiguous, and laughed at the moment: "The little master is really not here to solve the siege." ”

These words made the people present confused for a moment, he glanced at Shen Qingyu whose face had not changed without a trace, and just when everyone was waiting for his next step, he suddenly jumped up and knocked Song Haotian on the head.

His strength is not small, and this time it made Song Haotian's eyes glow with pain. Everyone was shocked by his actions, including Shen Qingyu.

After knocking out, Sheng Xiaohou ran outside and shouted: "His Royal Highness the Prince, my master has been itching very much recently, let's try to compete, if you win, my master will let you knock it back." ”

The angry Song Haotian had no time to care about Shen Qingyu, but rushed out with a pale face.

When the people left, the play naturally dispersed, Mo Qingying glanced at her coldly, and then brushed her sleeves away, but Xiao Bingyu stared at her as if she was eager to swallow her alive, and she left unwillingly after a long time.

She stood up on the edge of the bed, and chuckled to herself, only Sheng Jingchen was so bold that she dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head.

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