"I thought of this method as well, but I didn't expect you to use it so thoroughly."

Lou Yun glanced at Li Molan's face, and knew that Ji Dalei was guarding against him from having ill intentions towards Li Molan.

He stood up simply and looked at Ji Dalei with a smile,

"In Tang Fang, you have a lot of opponents, right? I'm afraid you're not the only one who likes a woman like her? You didn't want to die for her, but it turned out to be cheaper for other boys. ”

Ji Dalei didn't say a word, just stared at him.

“…… Brainless. ”

Lou Yun scolded with a smile, but he also admired this kid's bravery.

He glanced at Li Molan, who was knocked unconscious under his feet, and then looked at his subordinates in the eyes of the formation:

Lou had already pressed on the top of Wan Gensheng's head, only two steps away from Ji Dalei.

……

Lou Yun looked at the stalemate between these two phases, and recalled the process of Li Molan being caught by him just now.

At that time, because he accidentally injured Wan Gensheng, he chased and lost Li Molan, and he didn't bother to work hard.

He walked a few steps in front of the two captives as if he were wandering, and finally stood in front of Wan Gensheng.

"Miss Li, as long as you don't hinder me from going out and let me leave, you have more time to heal his injuries. Otherwise, even if this kid doesn't die here, he won't be able to blame me for his serious injuries in the future-"

It was still dark and silent on all sides.

How heavy his kick was just now, Li Molan couldn't have known it.

Even if his injury medicine can keep the vitality of this Tang Fang Fangding, if he is not sent back to the mountain to treat his injuries as soon as possible, I am afraid it is difficult to predict what will happen to this kid in the future.

It's not impossible to become a waste at a young age.

Ji Dalei looked anxious and angry, of course, it couldn't be fully pretended. Li Molan must also be worried.

"I've only counted three—"

He shrugged and smiled.

Lou had already moved, and he held a beautiful knife flower in his hand, and the blade was pressed on the top of Wan Gensheng's head.

Of course, Wan Gensheng under his knife couldn't make a sound at all, and he was still in a daze. Trying to vomit blood to the outside.

Ji Dalei didn't say a word, hugged Wan Gensheng's head tightly,

Li Molan still didn't make a sound in the forest, and Lou Yun looked into the depths of the forest and counted unhurriedly to the third time.

Before Lou's knife moved, they finally heard a cold female voice.

The voice rang out from behind them. Road:

"Stop."

For a moment, he could hear her voice hoarse, with something heart-stirring.

It's not the raw girl in the moonlit woods chattering, even the brightness when she talks to him.

He turned his head to look and saw a beautiful figure standing between the forest shadows. Out of formation. Li Molan was only about ten steps away from him.

Because the distance was too close, of course, he did not negotiate with him to continue.

He went straight to her and knocked her out and carried her back—for him, it was a matter of course.

And when Li Molan came out, she should have expected such a result.

It's just that he didn't expect that Ji Dalei was so determined to be for her.

……

"Do you think Lou Ji's knife is unpleasant?"

He smiled and clasped his hands to his chest, standing beside Li Molan and looking at Ji Dalei, "It's still your Tang Fang's firearms." Is it really powerful enough? ”

“…… Retreat into the woods, and I will tell you the way. ”

Ji Dalei didn't answer, just stared at him. "Go farther away, get out into the woods!" ”

“…… You're really not afraid of death. ”

Lou Yun laughed, they all retreated to the forest full of oil, of course, they couldn't do anything to him.

Otherwise, he will burst the fire bomb at any moment.

Fight like Kilkenny cats.

And he Lou Yun, just now he held Li Molan and stopped at the edge of the fire belt. It is also to prevent Ji Dalei.

He glanced at Lou Zheng, who was only two steps away from Ji Dalei.

With him, although they will not be completely coerced by Ji Dalei. But what kind of Cheng dù was Tang Fang's fire bomb, he was not sure.

He couldn't help but laugh.

Because there are three families that will be besieged in Tangfang. Just in case, he was going to capture the woman and the man. In the future, I will exchange a few generals from the hands of the female owner.

Unexpectedly, these three people actually had such a ability to protect themselves.

So he didn't insist anymore, just glanced at the fishskin boots on Li Molan's feet.

He made sure that there was no mechanism in the boot that wouldn't make her figure half an inch taller for no reason.

She is by no means her.

“…… Let's go. ”

He gestured to the generals and told them to leave with him, and the building was pressed back.

Of course, he had already figured out the direction of the forest.

There is no need for Ji Dalei's guidance.

It was dark before dawn, and the eucalyptus forest was very close to the Zhuma Temple, and the generals scattered and sneaked towards the east gate of the temple.

The mountain road twists and turns, and he looks at the spire lights of the Buddhist temple from afar.

Seeing that the side door of Zhuma Temple was in sight, Lou Chun chased after him and said in a low voice:

"My lord, Lou Crickets, they have escaped from Tangfang."

The waning moon swept his face, and he knew that Lou Cricket was one of the three generals trapped in Tang Fang.

Two hours ago, they failed to attack the courtyard of the Ji family, but were surrounded in Dongfang.

"Ji Chenhu didn't lose his words."

He knew that there was Ji Chenhu's cover, and asked with a smile,

"Where are they now?"

"They went directly to Zhuma Temple from Xishan Road, and they have already met Lou Ling."

“…… It's not stupid. ”

His eyes moved, "Let Lou Ling lead the way, and let the three of them go to get the letter." ”

"Yes, sir."

In the cool early morning mountain breeze, Lou Chun was smiling when he was on order, and Lou had heard this, and he was secretly relieved:

Things are finally starting to go smoothly tonight......

Lou Yun crossed the wall of Zhuma Temple and stepped into the empty temple slave house, and the first thing he saw was not Lou Ling, but Xie Guoyun's little servant Xie Yaotou.

At the same moment, Ji Qingchen left Qiudi Courtyard and finally arrived at Master Kongming's Yuanzhi Buddha Zhai.

On the porch were six connected slab houses, and she saw two familiar figures in the room of the Dharma monk.

Fazhi and Faxian were already waiting for her.

The temple slaves in the temple are holding hands, implying that there are no outsiders in this Buddha Zhai.

And in the last room. The Buddha lamp is bright.

She stepped over.

When I saw it, I was still sitting on the futon with an empty plate, an old figure.

“…… Huikong is here......"

She crawled into the house, holding back her tears, and slowly moved closer to him.

She felt it. This old Song monk, who had given her warmth, had indeed stopped breathing,

"Huikong is late......"

She gently grasped his cold, old hand that was still wrapped around the Buddha beads.

Tears fell on his old, brittle skin.

"Huikong will return to the Great Song Dynasty soon, I haven't told you yet, I bought a big mansion and more than a dozen granges in Jinguo."

She choked. said that when she was in the flood of Jinguo, she asked Huang Qilang to buy her household registration and land,

Compared with marrying into the Chen family, she has to do things when she returns to the Great Song Dynasty.

"When I go to Jinguo, I will send you back to Wutai Mountain. Are you happy or not......"

……

In the next room, the oil lamp on the straight pillar lamp basin was bright.

Ji Mo gave a deep salute to the two monks, Fa Zhi and Fa Xian.

"Thank you, two masters."

In the board house, two temple slaves took out a large old black wood box and placed it in the center of the room, and a heavy lock hung on the old lotus-patterned copper lock with the lid of the box.

Ji Mo took out the key that Ji Qingchen gave her, stepped forward and gently unlocked it.

Fa Xian, who was as fat as a dumpling, also sat cross-legged on the puff plate and saw the Song-made key in his hand.

The young but blessed monk frowned slightly.

Although there should be only one key, it is not something that an ordinary locksmith can copy. But he remembered that two months ago, his senior brother Fa Zhi sent people to the city of Guoshou.

He invited a coppersmith back to the temple. It is said that it is to repair the bronze Buddha statue in the Chonghua Hall.

In the past, Fazhi did not care about these temple affairs.

And he heard about it. The old coppersmith in the city of that country once learned the craft of copper and lock control from Song craftsmen.

Ji Mo opened the box.

There was no jewel in the box as he had guessed.

It's full of old Buddhist scriptures.

The monk's robe grinded, and the probe came to see not only the temple slaves and Kuding on all sides, but also the monks and officials.

When he saw the Buddhist scriptures, he was shocked. He looked back at another young monk on the pouch pan - Senior Brother Fazhi.

Fa Zhi was born with a pale complexion, a natural fleshy mole on his forehead, and he was twisting the Buddha beads to recite the Sutra of Death for the Master.

Under the light, it was really a solemn treasure.

"It's all Sanskrit sutras."

Fa Xian told him, and the Fa Zhi monk seemed to know about it, so he just nodded.

Ji Mo looked at the Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures on the page. From time to time, there are a few old seals of Chinese characters, and we also know their origins.

These sutras. They are all lost Buddhist scriptures collected by the old Song monks over the years.

They were originally monks from Middle-earth, who traveled thousands of miles. Brought to the Central Plains from the Tianzhu Holy Realm.

After another war, it was lost overseas.

However, he also saw two small ironwood chests stacked on top of each other in the corner of the chest.

It's not locked.

He reached out and struck it again.

The first ironwood box was indeed full of silver light, which surprised him.

He is also a veteran who has seen countless treasures in Tang Fang. He recognized at a glance that inside the small box was a complete set of sterling silver Buddha vessels.

At a rough look, there are silver water bowls, silver rattles, silver Buddha cards, silver incense burners, silver lotus flowers and other things.

What is even less common is that these silverware are antiquities.

He reached out and took one, and looked closely under the lamp, and there was a silver shaking Ling ritual vessel with the Buddha seal of Master Jianzhen * of Todaiji Temple.

He knew that this was a senior monk who traveled east to Fusang to preach the Dharma at the end of the Tang Dynasty.

This is the dowry that Kong Ming prepared for her.

It's a lot of money.

As for the second small ironwood box below, as long as he reached out and took it, he knew that there were hundreds of letters inside.

Of course, they are all letters written by the eldest lady to Kong Ming.

"The eldest lady said that she would not take these away, and she was ready to be incinerated in front of the old Zen master."

As he was talking, the footsteps outside were mixed, and two rows of small novices walked into the Yuanzhi Buddha Zhai, reciting the Sutra of Chaodu.

They came to pick up the Dharma body of Kongming to the Buddha meeting in the front hall and chanted the scriptures to chase the soul.

Fa Xian and Fa Zhi stood up at the same time and chanted the Buddha's name.

In front of the fire tank in the courtyard, there are also piles of various relics that Master Kong Ming asked to be incinerated and the rituals sent by various temples.

And Ji Mo knows:

Among the twelve old Song monks, including Master Kongming, there are five old Song monks who hope to be buried in the old site of the Golden Pavilion Temple in Wutai Mountain, Shanxi. The other seven, including an unknown old warrior monk to whom the eldest lady was very grateful, didn't care.

According to their wishes, the eldest lady had already scattered the burned relics in the East China Sea outside the Tang Fang.

One thought arises, one thought dies.

No worries. (To be continued)

PS: Bow thanks for the innocent pink ticket, bow thanks to MD12 for the 5 evaluation votes. R655