The mysterious woman, who had been independent under the moon for a long time, turned around and sat down on the shore of the lake.

No, it can't be considered a "lakeshore" anymore.

The whole lake in the sky, which had been draped over her shoulders, was left in its place, only a huge crater, a huge ruin......

She sat quietly, pinching the bunch of blue delphinium, but her eyes swept over the ruins at the bottom of the lake and cast them on the endless ice field beyond.

I saw sorrow and looked in the dark for a long time.

She didn't know if the other party had discovered her, but she thought that the other party should not care about others or the prying eyes of others, but she didn't seem to want to be disturbed.

So he lowered his eyes, and finally quietly left.

The moon in heaven has moved a few more points.

The woman's long hair, which was scattered on the ground, was as smooth as silk, revealing a little deep blue, and vaguely there were traces of rippling water like the silk draped on her body.

She didn't look back for a long time, until the slanting moon cast her figure behind her, and then sighed faintly.

The footsteps that were not concealed, or perhaps would not be useful to conceal, sounded at this moment.

A clear and long figure slowly walked out of the darkness on the other side of the Hall of the Sages. Xie Buchen's face, which seemed to be as cool as the silver snow world around him, was also exposed in the moonlight.

He had obviously witnessed the moment when the woman had taken shape, and he didn't speak at the moment.

The woman only lowered her eyebrows and looked at the blue delphinium between her fingers, and she probably guessed what the male cultivator behind her was doing, but she didn't look back, just raised her hand slightly, as if picking up a soft wave, and put the bunch of blue delphinium behind her ears.

Deep blue-violet, snow-white pinna.

A kind of natural beauty that shocks people's hearts, but also faintly reveals a kind of melancholy.

Even her voice has a softness and ethereal spirit that can soak people's souls: "You are not a tantric monk, you are here for the Nine Doubts, right?"

Xie Buchen did not answer, and he did not have to answer.

He knew what he was coming for, and the unfathomable banshee had a complete insight into what he was coming for.

The vast sea of snowy clouds is swept by the night wind at this moment.

The moon hanging in the sky was slowly submerged by dark clouds. The entire snowy region, from the temple to the sacred lake, gradually became dark.

Half an hour later, Xie Buchen came out, and the dark clouds dispersed.

On such a night, there are no monks chanting in the main hall of saints.

Only in the corridor that led to the holy lake behind on both sides, the long two rows of golden prayer wheels emitted a wordless cold glow under the reflection of a little narrow moonlight from above.

After coming out, to the east, there is the monk's house for ordinary monks.

Xie Buchen's room, which was specially prepared for foreign disciples who were about to receive the initiation, was also in that direction, not even very far from the main hall.

But when he looked over, a dark light seemed to flash under his eyes.

In the middle of the night, still silent, he didn't go back to his room, but walked towards the monk's house farther away!

Since it has been agreed before, tomorrow night to kill Master Hongren and check the situation and leave. Then, there are some things that don't have to be too timid.

What's more, seeing sorrow has already opened a "precedent".

On Xie Buchen's lips, a faint smile hung up.

As I walked, a row of monastic houses was already in front of me.

This is where the ordinary disciples of the Templars live. If he remembered correctly, Moga and the others lived here, and the room on the edge belonged to the ......

"Knock knock. ”

In the silence of the night, he knocked on the door.

The people who were meditating inside obviously didn't expect someone to come late at night, and a spiritual sense poked out from within and swept it to identify the person who came.

Then, there was a sound of rustling, and there was a bit of impatience in the footsteps.

Moga opened the door and saw Xie Buchen standing outside, and he was puzzled and annoyed in his heart: "In the middle of the night, what is the matter with Senior Brother Huaijie?"

Xie Buchen didn't mind the other party's attitude, but smiled slightly: "It's because something was temporarily stored at Senior Brother's place a few days ago, and I want to come and retrieve it tonight." ”

"Something?" said Moga, confused, "how did you put anything with me?"

"Yes. ”

Looking at the other party's gaze, as peaceful as ever, Xie Buchen's expression could not even see the slightest cruelty and coldness, and even his voice and tone did not change by a minute.

“…… Your life. ”

"You!"

The sound of those three words when they came out was so ordinary that Moga didn't even react at the first time. But even if he reacted, what could he do?

Xie Buchen's cultivation is already a lot higher than him, not to mention that he has a "sharp blade" today, and he came prepared!

Moga couldn't even make a sound more, so he pointed at his eyebrows!

In an instant, a viper-like black gas crawled down his arms and fingers, crawled to his fingertips, penetrated into the ancestral aperture of Moga's eyebrows, and directly destroyed all the divine souls!

The evil and treacherous aura quickly devoured Moga's entire person.

In just the blink of an eye, this monk who had only opened the door for Xie Buchen before lost the slightest bit of life, layers of black qi attached to the skin on his surface, and there was an extremely unbelievable look of horror on his face.

From saying that answer to killing someone, the time is as short as lightning and fire.

Seeing this person fall to the ground with a "poof", Xie Buchen's calm expression did not change at all, but gently brushed his hand, as if he wanted to sweep away some dust, and swept the corpse into the house.

He turned, and the door that had just been opened closed quietly, as if no one had ever come.

This row of monks' houses is very long, just like this night when the bright moon hangs high, and there is no end to it.

Xie Buchen's figure disappeared from the front of Moga's room, and the next moment he appeared, he was already in another monk's house.

Every shot is swift and precise, every movement is smooth, whether it is eyebrows and eyes, or demeanor, there is a cruel beauty that is almost pleasing to the eye.

Some people are sleeping, some people are cultivating, some people know each other, and some people don't......

But none of this has anything to do with Xie Buchen.

He just approached like a ghost in this dark night, and slaughtered him. It was silent from beginning to end, neither letting anyone notice it, nor startling any rare insects and birds in this snowy region.

The bright moonlight hanging high was already a little faint, which meant that the night would be over in a short time.

Xie Buchen entered from the east side of this row of monks' houses, and when he came out from the west side of this row of monks' houses, he looked up when he saw the silver frost-like moonlight on the ground again.

The light that came into his eyes was a leisurely and elegant.

"I wish that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight shines on the golden bottle......"

Walking with his hands down, Xie Buchen's footsteps even carried an indescribable lightness, as if he was not going to kill many people just now, but a noble son, enjoying the wine and flowers under the moon, and returning slightly drunk.

Mingyue is still the same, and his heart has not changed.

*

The next day, he was woken up by the noise outside.

It was hard to imagine that in such a dangerous environment, she should have fallen asleep on a night when she should not have been sleepy. The dream also showed the same woman I had seen last night, and a very young girl.

She loved the snowy region, the temple, and the holy lake.

Like countless other little girls in this snowy region, she longs for everything that is closest to the sky, and longs to be enlightened by the true Buddha.

From time to time, she would run down the mountain and put the blue delphinium she had picked in front of the Buddha.

Until one day, she was kicked out by the monks.

The little girl was so sad that she ran away from the temple and came to the holy lake, where her tears fell into the lake and rippled one after another.

So the holy lake opened his mouth and asked her why she was crying.

The little girl was startled, and she didn't know who was talking, so she quickly stood up and looked around, and asked who it was.

The holy lake said, "I am before you."

At that moment, the little girl's eyes widened in surprise, but there was no fear or fear, only a kind of surprise and curiosity, and she stammered and asked the holy lake, are you talking?

The Holy Lake replied to her, yes.

The little girl was as happy as if she had encountered a miracle, and hurriedly asked this and that.

Perhaps the Holy Lake had never spoken to anyone before, or perhaps he was generous and kind to the little girl, and even though she had many questions, and sometimes went back and forth like a wheel, he still answered them one by one in a good manner.

Before leaving, she happily and sincerely put the blue deladium that had been thrown away by the monks in front of the holy lake, and said in that voice full of innocence—

"This flower is called Blue Delphinch, it grows at the foot of the holy mountain, you have been on the top of the mountain, you shouldn't have seen it, right?"

"I'll give it to you. ”

……

As the years passed, the original little girl began to grow up, with a body that gradually began to mature, and also had a good-looking and delicate face.

She still has the habit of going up the mountain, and every time she brings a bunch of blue delphinium to the holy lake.

They kept communicating with each other, telling interesting stories about the mountain, as well as their own wishes and plans.

Until one day, the little girl who had grown up told the Holy Lake very excitedly: "In ten days, I will be able to become a concubine......!

On this day, the entire sacred lake was filled with the sound of water waves.

It doesn't speak anymore.

The blue delphinium still arrives from time to time, but it never disappears wonderfully.

Every time the little girl came, she would only see the blue delphinium that she had sent last time withering on the shore of the lake.

She didn't understand why the Holy Lake suddenly stopped talking to her, and she didn't know what had happened to this Holy Lake. She just kept sending it.

No matter how much suffering you have experienced, no matter how much your mood has changed later. Day after day, year after year......

Seeing sorrow, I couldn't see the end of the story in my dreams. But she thought that she had seen the end of the story. Just last night, in the Polar Realm sixty years ago, on the body of that old woman.

"What's going on?"

"Something big is wrong, go and see!"

"It's scary......"

……

Outside the door, although it was lowered, the sound of discussion could still be heard clearly, so that Jianchou withdrew his thoughts from this dream, and his brows furrowed slightly.

She remembered what she had done last night when she had visited the Guru's hall.

Was Guru Hongren's death discovered?

There was nothing unusual on his face, and when he saw that he got up and opened the door, he saw that many people in the corridor had come out, and Sang Yang listened to what they were talking about with a frightened face.

Hearing the door open, several people turned back to look at her.

When Sang Yang saw her, he hurriedly walked to her side: "Sister Qiaguo, you can be regarded as coming out." It's going to scare us to death, have you heard? There's something going on here in the temple. ”

"Something's wrong?"

Seeing sorrow, he looked surprised, and didn't seem to understand Sangyang's words.

Maybe it's because this time it's not small, everyone has forgotten the gap between the previous and the sorrow for a while, and it seems that she looks the most stable among everyone, and there is a strange sense of security, so they all come up and talk nonsense.

"A lot of people died!"

"One guru, and many mages. Now I'm checking it out at the East Temple, it's scary!"

“……”

One teacher, and many other teachers?

When she heard this, she was stunned, but she felt that this situation was really unexpected: the former was most likely the unlucky Master Hongren last night, and she did it herself, and she knew it well. But where did the latter come from?

Her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and she felt a little strange in her heart.

Generally speaking, if something happens, the temple will not make a big deal of it, because it is easy to disturb people's hearts. But now not only has it been spread like this, but even these girls who have not officially become concubines know about it, and it makes people panic......

There is no other explanation, the only possibility is -

This matter is too big to be suppressed!

My heart jumped suddenly, and I looked at everyone with sorrow, but I didn't speak, so I walked out directly.

They lived on the west side of the temple, and they had to walk a long way to the east. But unexpectedly, after coming out, I saw that in the square covered with thin ice in front of the main hall, many temple disciples were heading east, obviously to see what was going on.

Everyone's face was a little apprehensive.

Seeing that he was silent, he followed the direction of the flow of people, and soon saw the place where the incident occurred.

A row of east-west monks' houses, about dozens of monks' rooms, the doors of which were all opened.

Under the corridor in the middle stood three new secret monks with cold faces, their crimson robes revealing a kind of repression, and the Buddhist beads hanging around their necks were still.

There was a sense of horror in everyone's expressions, and their gaze invariably fell on the open space in front of the monk's house.

Originally, it was a place where monks would pass in and out of the monastery.

At this moment, there were forty corpses of monks who had lost their temperature neatly lined up!

The red monk's robes of one color, some obedient, some wrinkled, each with some subtle differences, but the same thing is the death of the body, the slightly blackened face!

Seeing the sorrow swept over, his eyelids jumped fiercely!

She had seen the corpses of the two disciples of Yashan Kunwu on the river beach, and even concocted the death of Master Hongren with her own hands last night, how could she not see the cause of death of these people?!

It's all because of that weird black aura!

It's just that the black qi that took Guru Hongren's life was released by her, but what about these in front of her?

Even though he knew that none of the new tantric monks who remained in the temple were afraid that none of them would be anything good, he could see more than forty lifeless corpses lined up neatly in front of his eyes......

Seeing the sorrow, I couldn't help but be shaken by it.

There were Moga, the monks she had met along the way, and even monks she didn't know at all.

Forty lives overnight.

What a clever and ruthless tactic this must be?

At that moment, I actually thought about it, maybe it was a lack of thorns.

But just the next moment, the words that Fu Chaosheng said before he left for the Polar Domain the day before yesterday echoed in his ears - at that moment, Young Thorn was not in the Snow Domain!

The murderer is not this fierce ancient god.

With a slight flicker in her eyes, all she remembered was Xie Buchen's thoughtful and subtle demeanor when she praised her for her plan after she killed Master Hongren last night......

After a long time, she raised her head.

The gaze crossed the countless faces that were secretly frightened, and it was so coincidental and precise that it landed on a calm figure in the crowd.

Xie Buchen stood at the edge of the crowd and looked towards the middle of the field like the others.

Forty corpses were laid out on the ground, each with the same expression on their faces as it had been when he had lost his life the previous night, and it was a kind of unchanging boredom in his eyes.

There was a calmness in him that had nothing to do with himself, and there was not even a ripple in his eyes.

It's just that at this moment, he seemed to feel something, and his eyes turned slightly, and he met the gaze that fell on him.

Silence, wordlessness.

A pair of deep dark eyes, no trace.