The sound of the blade carrying raindrops across the throat, the screams of the strong men when they are dying, the sound of the scythes falling to the ground in their hands......

These voices were like waves, and the chaos kept surging into the ears of the head of the Scythe Gang, and Hao Ying's face became more and more ugly.

He looked at Qingwen who was fighting in the rain, and said in a very calm tone: "I know that you are not an idle person, but I didn't expect you to be so capable of fighting at such an age." ”

Just as he was about to rush into the human wall and join the "massacre", a figure stood in front of him at some point.

"Huh, Tsing Yi Long Yi!"

Hao Ying's face changed, and he asked, "I have no grudge against Tie Ying, why do you want to help this kid?"

Long Yi slowly turned around and said, "Eight years ago, the divine doctor touched hundreds of lives in the Fish Roe Mansion, but can you have the 'credit' of the pangolin?"

"That's the king's will, and it's a sin to be treason with the fish. Hao Ying's face changed again, and the hand holding the sickle quietly tightened.

"Tonight, I'm going to ask you to pay for those hundreds of innocent lives. Long Yi said, and the green shirt in his hand began to tremble.

Suddenly, a sword light broke through the rain and flew over.

"When—"

The scythe in Hao Ying's hand was nailed to the bluestone slab under his feet by Qingwen's red flame long sword, and the scythe was like a dead corpse, without a chance to breathe.

"If you keep me from dying, you won't die. Hao Ying, who was without the sickle, still spoke wildly.

"You don't look at it, you don't count, how many of your brothers are there?!"

Hao Ying was not angry but happy, and said with a smile: "Hahaha-I didn't expect that the No. 1 gang in Jinling would be defeated in my hands today." ”

Hearing Hao Ying's laughter, dozens of men brandished the sickles in their hands and slashed at Long Yi.

Long Yi slammed the green shirt in his hand behind him, and hundreds of water droplets flew out and passed through the throats of the men.

......

Seeing that the gang leader Hao Ying was dead, the remaining strong men of the Scythe Gang gave up resistance, they dropped the scythe in their hands and fled south like begging for mercy.

Qingwen looked at Long Yi and said, "I knew you would come." ”

"Stride forward, don't look back!" As soon as Long Yi's words came out, the sound of horses' hooves stopped behind him.

And Qingwen has disappeared into the depths of the rain curtain......

The mountain gate of the temple was wide open, and the temple was empty, as if all the monks had gone to retreat.

Leaves the size of elm coins are beaten down on the bluestone slabs by raindrops, and the candles in front of the Buddha are crumbling, and there is a possibility that they will be blown out by the cold wind at any time and lose their light.

Looking at the Buddha statue that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, not surprised or unhappy, Qingwen did not have a trace of doubt or abrupt expression on his face, he was calm and calm, as if he had been in front of this Buddha statue in his previous life.

With his intuition, he quietly bypassed the Daxiong Hall in the middle of the temple from the right side of the courtyard along the mezzanine road, and went straight to the cypress forest behind the temple.

The cypress forest is cold, to be exact, it is permeated with a thousand-year-old cold air everywhere.

The rain began to gradually decrease as early as when Qingwen entered the mountain gate, and at this time, Qingwen came to the forest, and the rain had stopped.

In the night, the water vapor lingers and does not disperse between the thick tree trunks, like a dull white streamer, looking at the past, the forest is deep and secluded, making people feel like entering a fairyland.

All the way to here, Qingwen's face has always been calm as water's expression suddenly grim, he looked at the deep woods that fell to the ground, it took four people to hug the ancient cypress, what kind of result is this? !

Turning around, Qingwen said to Long Yi, who was walking behind her, "I think I know where he is." ”

Qingwen carefully looked at the direction where Gu Bai fell to the ground, and patiently probed the traces that looked like footprints around her, pondered for a long time, and said, "It should be ...... It's in this direction. ”

Following the direction pointed by Qingwen, the two groped for half a burnt of incense. Long Yi, who was walking in front, stopped and didn't make a sound, he made a gesture for Qingwen to walk to his side and point it out to Qingwen.

It turned out that on one side of the cypress forest, a tree trunk had left sporadic traces of blood after the rain washed away, as well as a corner of white veil. The texture of this white veil is no stranger to Qingwen.

"This side of the road leads to the Pavilion of the Scriptures. Long Yi said, Qingwen nodded, and then strode out of the forest with Long Yi and walked towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The two silently walked through rows of low, austere squatters

"Wow-whoa-"

The rhythmic sound of a big broom sweeping the water stopped the two of them.

At this time, the entire temple has begun to be immersed in the night, and the only light in the dark and silent building complex is a small house at the end of this row of squatters.

The sparks in the room hit the figures outside the room, as if a shadow puppet show was being staged.

A scrawny old monk was wielding a sparse bamboo broom in his hand to sweep a puddle of water in front of the house.

Because the broom was too sparse, the old monk tried tirelessly to sweep the rainwater from the pond to the potholes on the side of the road, but every time he ended up "the bamboo basket was empty".

The rainwater in the pond leaks back down the big crack of the broom, and even if it is swept out, it will turn around and flow backwards into the pond. If you can't sweep away the water, the broom is working in vain.

"Master, you ...... Why do you have to work so hard?" Qingwen was somehow pushed forward by a force and asked.

"The old monk Pudu sentient beings. The old monk put down the broom, returned the salute, and then replied slowly.

"Sentient beings are stubborn, how can they live by indulging in it?" Qingwen then asked.

"Hehehe, the south mountain is south, the north peak is north, the bitter sea is boundless, and you will eventually turn back. The old monk smiled, ignored the young man on the side, and continued to sweep his water with a bamboo broom

Qingwen saw that Long Yi had turned around and walked towards the Scripture Pavilion, so she turned around and reluctantly glanced at the shabby old monk who had fallen into the patch, and saluted with her palms.

"Heaven and earth are affectionate, thoughts give birth to goodness, and Cihang is a ...... of its own"

At this time, the old monk was already a hundred steps away behind him, however, the twelve words with words in his mouth were like incantations, lingering in Qingwen's ears.

Even Long Yi, who had never believed in gods, ghosts, Buddhas, and immortals, couldn't help but listen and looked back.

I saw the old monk holding the broom handle with both hands, sweeping and sweeping, and the end of the bamboo broom was raised with the rain that had just been swept up, drawing an arc in mid-air, and went straight to the water tank...... Miraculously, the pool of water on the ground turned into a bird and flew out of the ground, and all of it fell into a water tank seven paces away.

The old monk stroked a sparse beard and looked into the air, but smiled silently.

The novelty Qingwen took three steps and made two steps, ran back to the water tank, through the candlelight from the window, only to see that the clear rain in the half tank had not yet calmed down, and then turned around, Qingwen looked at the place where the old monk swept the water, and there was only a watermark on the ground that had not dried and was waiting to be dried.

"Master, why is it gone?"