In the quiet hall, Xiangyu and Hanyu had finished reciting the blessing scriptures, and after the old monk said goodbye to the two, he left alone.

The two of them sat down on a desk in the temple and copied the scriptures separately.

"Childe, do you want the tanuki slave to come in and serve?" Hanyu asked.

"No need," Xiangyu lifted her cuffs and researched her own ink, "Miss Han's second sister should write quickly." ”

At this time, Luo Yuanzhi and Wei, who had already entered the temple, did not go to disturb the hall where Xiangyu was located, and they went directly to meet with the monks who had made an appointment with Wei in advance.

Today, because Xiangyu is coming, Lingyun Temple announced that it would be closed for one day, but it was only for ordinary people, as Luo Yuanzhi said, people in the clan can still come and go freely.

Lingyun Temple is quite large, with several large buildings, but the side hall where Luo Yuanzhi and the Wei family are preparing to carry out the ritual is very close to the main hall where Xiangyu and Hanyu are located, and there is only one room in the middle.

And what is even more coincidental is that in this room, there are several guests, all of whom are also from the clan.

The doors and windows here are closed, the light is dim, and the silence is a little weird.

Yan Wenque, who was dressed in a miserable green embroidered silver bamboo patterned robe, was holding a little boy who was burying his head in his chest, his eyes were oozing with a thick sense of shame and anger, and his face was tense, and he was looking vigilantly at the man standing not far from him.

The upper half of the man's body was hidden in the dark, his face was not real, and only a jade belt inlaid with bloody chicken heart stones was tied around his waist, and his identity was known at a glance.

"Sheng Wuyu, what do you want to do?" Yan Wenque said coldly and asked Sheng Wuyu.

Yan Wenque was not polite to Sheng Wuyu for a long time, and since he got the white towel on Sheng Wuyu's side in the Su Worry Pavilion, he was entangled by Sheng Wuyu from time to time.

Previously, when he was in Jiqi Mountain, his left ear was touched, and Yan Wenque suffered a great humiliation, which made him shut up for a while, and then he finally eased up and stopped for a while, but he didn't want to be harassed by Sheng Wuyu several times in various places a few days ago.

Yan Wen couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to swallow his anger.

He tried to go out as many times as possible, but even so, he took Yan Wenning out to buy candy on the street for a rare time today, but he was still bumped into by Sheng Wuyu.

At this moment, Yan Wenque was here, and Sheng Wuyu ordered someone to arrest him along with Yan Wenning.

"In broad daylight, you are so bold and reckless, are you not afraid of stirring up disputes between the two clans behind you and me?!" Yan Wenque asked in a bitter voice.

Sheng Wuyu was not annoyed by Yan Wenque's attitude at all, he walked out of the shadows slowly, dressed in black brocade, in the dim room, making his already withered face more and more decayed.

His face was quite complacent, looking at Yan Wenque like a little rabbit with his cold fur on his body in the face of a hunter, Sheng Wuyu's mouth was even more smiling with lust.

He licked his thin lips lightly, his eyes approached Yan Wenque, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Master Yan, Sheng is really helpless, I can't take care of it so much, after all, ......"

Speaking of this, he deliberately looked at Yan Wenque from head to toe with his eyes, with an ambiguous aftertaste and lingering in his expression.

Everywhere his eyes looked, Yan Wenque's heart only felt bursts of nausea after bursts.

Yan Wenque gritted his teeth, picked up Yan Wenning and rushed towards the door, trying to escape, but before he could rush to the door, he was directly caught by the two tall men dressed as two entourages guarding the door.

Yan Wenning, who was in Yan Wenque's arms, suddenly cried "wow".

"Cover his mouth!" Sheng Wuyu immediately ordered the two men in a deep voice.

In the next room, a ritual is underway, incense and candles are burned in front of the desk, and a plain-faced monk recites the scriptures.

Wei and Luo Yuanzhi knelt in front of the incense case, closed their eyes, listened intently, Wei held a string of Buddha beads in his hand, and followed the monk silently in his mouth.

Wei has always believed in Buddhism, when he was in the house, most of the time was spent in the Buddhist hall, and he also abstained from eating and fasting on weekdays, and did not ask about the world.

Recently, she always dreamed that her husband who died early came to call her, saying something specious, and the most recent one he told her that the Luo people were in danger.

She thought about this matter in her heart, and this morning, she came to Lingyun Temple with Luo Yuan to do a ritual to help the Luo clan drive away evil spirits and avoid danger in advance.

A child's cry suddenly came from the next door, and all three people in the room heard it.

The monk who was reciting the sutra immediately paused, looked in surprise in the direction of the next door, and then resumed his recitation.

Wei was undisturbed and motionless.

And Luo Yuanzhi, who was kneeling beside her, began to lose his mind.

He glanced next door several times, and seemed to hear the quarrel, two of which were still somewhat familiar.

He was wondering when suddenly there was a heavy impact next door.

Luo Yuan was shocked.

Then there was a cacophony of things falling to the ground.

Luo Yuanzhi couldn't help but look at Wei Shi on his side, and saw that she was still not disturbed by it, and continued to recite the scriptures silently without moving, and then looked at the monk standing in front of him, who also looked still and unmoving.

"It's water!" suddenly shouted from the outer hallway in the direction of the next room.

Luo Yuanzhi hurriedly turned his head to look out the window, and saw a burst of smoke drifting towards this side from the direction next door.

He abruptly stood up from the futon, interrupted the monk's chanting, and shouted, "There's a fire next door!"

The monk stopped chanting and looked at Luo Yuanzhi's line of sight, and his expression changed.

"Two donors, the poor monk will take you out immediately!" The monk walked over quickly, trying to help Wei up.

Wei Shi avoided the support of the monks, and said hurriedly: "No! The Dharma has not been completed yet, if you give up halfway, it will invite a catastrophe! Please continue to finish the Dharma!"

Wei has always been superstitious about disasters and evil things, and he is unwilling to interrupt easily until the last moment.

The fire was menacing, Luo Yuanzhi didn't care too much, he even stretched out his hand and forcefully pulled Wei Shi up: "Mother, if you don't leave at this time, it will be bad if the fire spreads in a while!

"Absolutely not! Your father gave me a dream, and I can't leave!" Wei still didn't follow, holding the futon with both hands, but he couldn't get up.

The three of them were in a stalemate, and the child's cry sounded again in the corridor next door, and the child was still crying and shouting indistinctly: "Big brother save me! I'm afraid! Big brother! Woo~"

Luo Yuanzhi was stunned.

This voice, isn't it the little boy of the Yan clan?

The eldest brother in his mouth is not ......

Words and words?!

How come they are here?

Luo Yuan's heart, who was only worried that the fire would spread to this side at the last moment, suddenly sank, and half of his mind drifted over in an instant.

Seeing that the smoke of the tongue of fire was constantly approaching this side, Luo Yuanzhi didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one, and directly dragged Wei Shi from the futon with greater force.

Ignoring Wei's fluttering, he hurriedly said to the monk: "This master, please take my mother out of here quickly and send her to a safe place!"

"What about you, donor?"

Luo Yuanzhi looked in the direction next door, his eyes sank: "Leave me alone!"