At this time, Ah Chi has indifferent eyes and snow-white clothes.

He lightly persuaded the maid of Kashiwa, who held a worn windproof tile lamp in his hand, and was completely waiting to lead the way for her pedestrian on the covered bridge.

She shook her head slightly, telling Ji Mo not to move.

She nodded to the maid and put her hood back on in her confusion.

She moved forward, ready to follow Ah Chi to Qiu Yuan.

It was originally the place where she was going to let Ji Mo and them hide and wait.

That guest house is the best place with the best scenery and the most exquisite furnishings among the seventeen guest houses in Zhuma Temple. In this season of civil strife in Fuso, there should be no one to stay.

Moreover, staying in Akigiin must also be in line with the "noble identity" that the two temple slaves, one big and one small, made up for her just now.

As the owner of the temple slave, Ah Chi has long been aware of who is her eyeliner in the temple slave.

And she didn't care what he planned, she only knew that during her three-year career as a temple slave, she often cleaned the back door path of Akigi-in. After a sparse pine forest there, it leads directly to the Buddha Zhai of Master Kong Ming.

Moreover, she has indeed not been able to talk to Ah Chi for ten years.

"Langxia-kun, please also go back to the guest courtyard to rest, the monks will not summon you to interrogate again."

Ah Chi said to the matsuba maid in Fusang language, presumably Langxia-kun was her name.

This maid obviously had a good impression of Ah Chi, and when she saw him appear to guide the way for the seven servants of this master, she didn't seem to have any doubts, but just nodded and said:

"Thank you, the lord of Liao, and ask the lord to tell all the monks and officials that even the fleet of the Song State on the sea supports the emperor in the capital."

Before Ji Qingchen could do anything, Ji Mo and the six Kuding had already been alarmed.

Even if it is well-trained, it is just because the news is too surprising. Ji Mo still glanced at Ji Qingchen worriedly.

The flaws were revealed by the six young Kuding, of course they could understand Fuso's words, so they couldn't help but look sideways at the Kashiwa Leaf maid.

At the moment when Ah Chi frowned, and even Ji Qingchen knew that something bad was going to happen, this extremely vigilant Bai Ye maid didn't change her face, and she still didn't say a word.

Even Ji Qingchen couldn't see it. Is this maid suspicious?

Langshita-kun just tilted his head more sideways. She couldn't see her eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that the maid had just seen her take off her hood, she had long hair that only a noble woman could have among the Fuso; the silk gray monk's robe she wore under her cloak; There are even sandalwood Buddhist beads on her wrist when she saluted.

If it weren't for these items, which only belonged to the high-ranking nobles, she suspected that this Langxiajun would have shouted out now:

It is said that there is a fine work in this temple.

Ah Chi frowned, she also knew that she couldn't turn her face right away. She simply ignored it - anyway, this maid wanted to play a ghost in the Zhuma Temple, and it was impossible to hide it from the temple slaves.

Just as she had walked past the age of five or six, and was almost far away from the maid, she heard a sudden sigh from behind her.

This corridor is full of pity. Road:

"The bitter cold monk is heavily clothed, and the heavenly maiden comes to the moon. When I enter my tea hall, all thoughts are empty. ”

She actually recited softly, a Chinese poem composed in response to the occasion.

(Looking at you in ascetic monk's robes, I don't know what kind of pain you have endured when you come to the moon tonight.) But as long as you are dedicated to the Buddha. No matter how embarrassing the situation is, it can be resolved in the compassion of our Buddha. ）

Chanting and answering was, of course, a ritual among the nobility.

But what gave her a headache in front of her was that. She never expected that at this juncture, she would meet a high-level maid who can do Chinese poetry, which is also very rare in the world.

She turned her head to look. The maid had already taken three steps back, escaping from the range she had just let the temple slaves control.

Although this Langxiajun didn't know, as long as Ji Mo made a move, she would still be caught before she called out.

Such twists and turns to ensure her own safety are enough to test her Ji Qingchen's identity and origin.

She could almost feel Ah Chi standing far away now, with no intention of breaking the siege at all, and he sneered a little, just waiting to see her wolf bèi end.

Ji Mo: They can't help.

――It's okay to ask her to write a few Tang poems to Lou Yunmo, but it's a bit difficult for her to make poems.

As for this corridor......

Three years of life as a temple slave let her know:

Although the cultural products that are now popular in Heian Seoul should be the local haiku and monogatari novels of Fuso, rather than the Middle-earth culture of the Tang Dynasty. However, in the eyes of the nobles who relied on bloodline to maintain their dominance, since the nineteen Tang envoys, they were proficient in Sinology and could write poems in Chinese, which represented the upbringing and noble blood of the family.

She stopped and looked sideways, and softly chanted a Chinese poem that was completely wrong.

"Compassion is cold with the dew, the lonely lamp shines on the soul, the Buddha is kind and righteous, and the people of Taichung are eight treasures."

(I came with unspeakable pain, walking on the cold dew that covered the ground before dawn.) Like a wandering spirit, I look for the place of my Buddha. Thank you for lighting a lamp and showing me the way with kindness. You and I are bound together in this temple because of the Dharma, it must be because we are all sincerely committed to the Buddha. ）

At her level, she would only be reprimanded in front of the old monk Kongming, and even Wang Shiqiang, a young man of literature and art, could only shake his head.

But it is enough to deal with the Fuso people.

In her hypocritical lamentation, she folded her hands and bowed to the maid again, thanking her for her virtue in raising the lamp and guiding the way.

In this way, she did not know the reason for her sudden stop.

Under Lang Xiajun's obviously surprised and appreciative gaze, she silently continued to play the role of the common gold lord in Zhuma Temple.

With the pain of suffering from the emotional trauma of her family, and the devotion to come to the Buddha to make a wish, she walked forward.

Ah Chi, who led the way, saw that she had passed the pass, and smiled faintly.

He also seemed to be respectful and polite and led a group of seven of them slowly through the corridor.

The temple slaves, one big and one small, also breathed a sigh of relief and quietly followed them.

And she knows that in the past ten years, Ah Chi has colluded with San Lang Ji Chenhu.

Although she has a wide network in the Zhuma Temple, she is not as good as the quiet control of the entire temple by the temple slave lord in the Zhuma Temple.

It is not easy for Ah Chi to sit firmly in this position.

She could even guess that the three Quanzhou monks were taken down by her eyeliner, and Ah Chi was clear.

And the reason why he was able to sit firmly in the position of the master of the temple slave was that he was very favored by the monks and officials when he was a waiter. The more important reasons are:

When he became an adult, he was the most effective person in the temple.

Except for him, no one could arrange the lives of the monks and officials comfortably and with little money.

What he is best at is to sell the goods that Ji Chenhu stole in the Seto Inland Sea at a high price.

Then, he sat on the ground with Saburo and shared the spoils.

-- Even though he sold it at a high price, it was also a high price for which he could not be bought and sold.

These thieves. Compared to the Song goods that were transported from the East China Sea in the wind and waves. The price is already a lot cheaper.

In such a comparison, the monks and officials will of course think that he is able to do things.

"An outsider has entered the temple."

Ah Chi said without emotion as he walked.

"It's a Song woman. She came to find a monk in Quanzhou. I was found by my people, but I escaped. ”

His tone and expression were extraordinarily calm.

It's like in the past ten years, he has never been indifferent to her. Zaimin has never spoken to her in the same words.

He just usually relayed the news that the Song people had entered the temple.

And she knew, except for the Quanzhou monks. In addition to Lou Da, who was trapped in the military formation, Lou Yun's subordinates really had Lou's generals infiltrated the Zhuma Temple.

But I didn't expect it to be a woman.

Among those Loufu generals who came out of the southwest Yishan, there are still women?

In the code of the little temple slave just now, he also sued her. There was a Loufu family who was ordered to go up the mountain alone to contact the monks in Quanzhou, and asked them to go to the Nuliao Temple on the east side of the temple to lead the Song people into the temple.

That's why the eyeliners she arranged would take medicine on the drinking water of the monks in Quanzhou and let them all sleep to death.

She already knew all the rough facts.

It's just that this woman will actually escape. She was also a little surprised, Ah Chi was not an ordinary temple slave master.

Zhuma Temple Temple Nuri. She certainly knows better about the fact that she has sheltered mountain thieves and water thieves over the years.

Ji Chenhu wants to recruit manpower, if these manpower can't be placed in Tangfang, it can't be big enough anywhere except Zhuma Temple.

And Ah Chi and those remnants of Middle-earth who were thieves already knew each other.

Ah Chi knew what she was thinking, he carried the tile lantern and continued as he walked:

"San Lang also sent the news, let me sue you. He has already sent Boss Xu and Boss Xu up the mountain to take you back to the workshop. Don't leave the temple until you receive their receiving code. ”

Ji Qingchen knew that even if Ji Chenhu disagreed with her, he would not let an outsider like Lou Yun arrest her.

For example, her marriage to Wang Shiqiang three years ago was repented, but when San Lang was in the workshop, Wang Shiqiang would never dare to come to the door.

Even outside the fang, as long as he stepped into the realm of Tangfang, he would be accompanied by seventeen or eighteen more skilled boatmen at any time.

Huang Qilang's henchman Li Heimao has been borrowed by him and carried with him in the past few years.

She was not surprised that Wang Shiqiang was so devoted to Miss Lou that he dared to take such a serious risk and regret his marriage......

She pondered like this, but Ah Chi I was obviously not satisfied with her silence,

"How?"

He asked coldly, "Can't you trust Saburo?" ”

She glanced at him, but couldn't help but reply to him.

She just said:

"What do you want to discuss with me? Let's just say it, I'm in a hurry. ”

After she escaped from the moonlight forest, she walked calmly.

But she didn't think that Lou Da was easy to match.

Of course, it was safest for her to go to the Buddha as soon as possible.

If it weren't for the fact that it was Ah Chi, who hadn't spoken for ten years, it wasn't for the back door of Qiudiin that would have led to the Buddha Zhai more quickly. She didn't have such a thick nerve, and accompanied him to discuss slowly and leisurely whether she believed Saburo or not.

Ah Chi is just like Nekuri's Wa Niang, who longs for their sister and brother to turn against each other and kill each other.

It's just that one of them took refuge in Ji Chenhu, and the other took refuge in her Ji Qingchen. (To be continued)

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