Xiao Wen was nothing unusual, chatting with Shen Mingzhu about the black fire and the hot air balloon.

He doesn't care about politics now, he just travels the mountains and rivers every day, paints and plays the piano, and lives a very leisurely life.

On weekdays, he is very fond of fun and novel objects, and seeing this hot air balloon aroused his curiosity even more.

"Back in the house, I'll also make one to play, if we go up the mountain in the future, it will save our foot strength, and we can take the Kong Ming lantern over."

Over there, Chu Ting sneered: "If you say so, we don't have to rush the eight hundred miles of a dead horse in the future, just let people sit on Kong Ming Lantern to deliver the letter." ”

Xiao asked a serious question: "However, now this Kong Ming lantern has only just been made, and it is not very mature after all." We have been flying for a while, and this is no longer enough to continue to support. If you want to send a letter, how many stations does Lord Chu think you can send to? ”

A few people walked and chatted, the emperor and the empress were in a good mood, and when they arrived at the Great Compassion Temple, the Zen courtyard that had been reserved for them to make a palace came out.

Because it came quietly, it didn't alarm others, it was cleaned all year round, and there were a few loyal old eunuchs who stayed here to take care of it.

After all, the emperor and empress will come to the Temple of Great Compassion many times a year, and it can be said that they will come at least once almost every month.

I come here three or four times a year with great fanfare, and I come seven or eight times with a light car.

Therefore, this is not too frightening, and the host of the Great Compassion Temple and others are already very experienced.

The group went to the Zen courtyard, and Chu Ting, who was suddenly walking in front, immediately stopped.

The emperor and empress in the back were also on guard, thinking that something was going on.

Xiao Wen stepped back and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, it seems that someone is ......" He didn't know what Lu Dao said, so he motioned for the two of them to step forward gently and listen carefully.

The Emperor took the Empress's hand and took a step forward, and heard the voices of men and women talking from the small meditation room on the side.

The small meditation room was used as a rest room for some small novices, especially for the pilgrims of the meditation monastery.

At this time, there are voices of men and women talking, and there is only one problem, and that is cheating.

The emperor's face was gloomy and he was not interested, and he was about to speak, but he heard the woman's voice a little familiar, and he couldn't help but pause the steps that were about to be lifted again.

The woman said angrily, "What the hell is going on with you? Didn't you say that you could do it with money? You said that Shen Mingtang is dead, why is he still alive? ”

Although she was angry, she still knew that she lowered her voice.

Hearing this, everyone subconsciously held their breath, for fear that the people inside would hear something.

And the people in the house are naturally Mrs. Liu and a mysterious-looking killer.

Mrs. Liu's face was so angry that her face turned pale, she was now at the end of her rope, since she couldn't use bright means to defeat Shen Mingzhu and Shen Mingtang, then she had to take such an unsightly means.

Originally, she naturally wouldn't have taken the risk herself, but now that the people around her are not powerful, she thinks that if she asks her mother-in-law or girl to find someone, it will be the real adventure.

Yes, she went out in person these two times.

She contacted people in the Great Compassion Temple before, saying that it was a very powerful killer group, and they did a lot of business, all of them did not leave a handle, they were not caught, and they did not miss a single time.

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Hehe, Mingzhu will be so idle, there is nothing to do to invite everyone to take a hot air balloon night tour, hum, she doesn't have so much leisure. This is the end of touching the computer today, I don't know when I can touch it, God, give me time to code words! Fortunately, it's over, it's too pumped.