Chapter 361 The Ancient Temple of Chicken Singing Meets the Old People!

The next day, Qi Yu, Wang Chao bald Biao and others gathered in Nanjing, ready to block the blade, if he is allowed to kill unscrupulously, it will inevitably make their people unstable, although it is not like the real war on the ancient battlefield, but if once the confidence is dispersed, then it will be difficult to regroup. Although I don't know what the chance of success is, it is better than sitting still and waiting to be killed, the blade does not die, and the southern tyrant dominates the south, so Qi Yu has to prepare early.

The blade is like a saber that goes straight into the enemy! The edge will be revealed, incomparable.

Nanjing, a famous cultural city full of history and ancient charm, is known as the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties and is the only ancient cultural capital in China that is as famous as the imperial capital.

Wu State, Eastern Jin Dynasty, Song, Qi, Liang, Chen, the capital of the six kingdoms Nanjing, from this. The dragon vein of Nanjing can be called the most in China. However, in this cultural city with countless legends and histories, it is full of assassinations and mysteries.

"Today, it's the twenty-third day of the lunar month, it's been a small year, it's been twenty-one years, it's really fast, big brother, I'm back here again."

Qi Yu stood on the shore of Xuanwu Lake and muttered.

"Hundred miles of lotus has no red, more than 20 years into the empty, now back to the Jiming Temple, just look forward to a bell at dusk."

Qi Yu fell into the memory, and the expression on his face was also a little lonely, the eldest brother is gone, even his son is gone, and the rivers and mountains will never fall, but who will fight side by side with him?

"Brother Qi, what you are talking about should be the evening bell of the rooster, one of the ten views of Xuanwu."

Wang Chao said, the sunset and the remnant sun, reflected in the Xuanwu Lake, dazzling, so that people can't open their eyes, at this moment, the bell rings, the bell of the Jiming Temple, full of vicissitudes and loneliness.

"Knock-knock-knock-"

"Let's go, now I have no choice, give up my old face and try it."

Qi Yu sighed and walked towards Jiming Temple with Wang Chao. This thousand-year-old temple was built in Soochow, and there is no Shaolin Temple that is famous all over the world, and its reputation is far and wide, but the heritage of this ancient temple is not weaker than Shaolin Temple. Countless emperors and generals have been here, and similarly, there are not a few immortal monks who live in seclusion here.

Stepping on the sunset, Qi Yu and Wang Chao walked towards the Jiming Temple step by step. The melodious sound of the bell, the sound of the morning bell and the dusk drum, listening to Qi Yu's ears, but there is a sad taste in his heart.

"I'm sorry, two donors, Jiming Temple is closed. If you want to make incense, please come back tomorrow. ”

At the gate of Jiming Temple, a little monk sweeping the floor said lightly in Buddhist language.

"I'm looking for someone, an old friend." Qi Yu said.

"Who is the donor looking for?" The little monk asked.

"Master of the Scripture Pavilion."

The little monk's face changed, and he took two steps back, his expression extremely strict.

"Who are you?"

"Sue the master of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, an old friend is here to explore, the green mountains do not change and the green water flows forever, if he is still there, he will definitely come out to see me."

The little monk hurriedly entered the Jiming Temple, the reason why his face changed greatly, is because the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the important place of the Jiming Temple, the host has said that no one is allowed to disturb the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and even the host is respectful to the old man of the Zangjing Pavilion, it can be seen that the master of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion must not be simple, and it is usually listed as a forbidden place, and no one is allowed to enter and exit.

After a while, the little monk hurried out with a solemn look on his face, and said to Qi Yu and Wang Chao:

"Donor, the master of the Scripture Pavilion invites you to enter the Scripture Pavilion for a while."

Qi Yu smiled, sure enough, he hadn't completely broken the fate of the world, if he really abandoned the world, then he would turn himself away, but he didn't do that, which means that he still has the fate of the dust and can't really escape into the empty door.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, you are still so coquettish, old man Zhu, I have a big trouble."

Qi Yuping retreated from Wang Chao and entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Jiming Temple alone, an old man with only a bald head but no ring scars, sitting on the futon.

"Even you, Nan Zhuge Qi Yu, are helpless, what can I do? It can help you get through this. The old man said lightly, did not turn around, and even kept his eyes closed.

"I know you're still angry with me, back then I said you were useless, it was me who was wrong, but now I'm really in trouble, if you don't make a move, I have to go and report to Brother Su underground, I said that Old Man Zhu refused to help me and hid in Jiming Temple as a monk."

Qi Yu said in a strange way.

"You don't have to provoke me, Qi Yu, I'm not angry with you, after so many years, I've seen through too many things. Life and death have no meaning. ”

"Don't drag words with me, I'll just ask you, the blade is raging, no one can stop it, you can't get out of the temple?"

Qi Yu said in a deep voice.

The old man's eyes froze, and his face suddenly became cold. The word blade, he will never forget jì for the rest of his life.

"Are you scared?"

Qi Yu said.

"I'm afraid? I'm so terrible, huh. Blade, what a blade! He's still under Nan Batian. ”

The old man said with a light smile, but the laughter was a little infiltrating. The old man turned his head slowly, and on his face, there was a long scar, which was quite scary. This scar was left twenty years ago, thanks to the hand of the blade. He will never forget that incident for the rest of his life, even if he has been a monk for 20 years, he still can't let go. The best brothers, the fastest blades, in that battle, they both lost. In the end, he was furious and turned white overnight.

Back then, his woman was insulted by the blade, and the blade, who was originally a brother, turned against Zhu Wenting, the two fought for a long time, and in the end both were defeated, if it wasn't for Su Tianting to stop it, maybe the two would have died. Retribution for injustice, brothers and siblings, has also become the dust of history, so Zhu Wenting chose to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests and cut her hair to become a monk. But for so many years, Qi Yu can see that he is far from broken, and his heart has never had a destination or a result.

The hatred of killing one's father and the hatred of taking one's wife are the two most difficult things in the world to choose.

"Then, the responsibility of cutting the blade will be handed over to you."

The corners of Qi Yu's mouth hooked up a playful smile, this is not a use, because no matter what, the blade has become a thorn in his eye, he must do his best to get rid of the blade, and Zhu Wenting is his only chance. Although he has already sent Bald Biao to the Shaolin Temple, in order to take a two-pronged approach, he must make more preparations and be prepared to be able to sit back and relax, not to mention that he is now embattled. Competing for the Central Plains, who can be better, Nan Batian has no bottom in his heart, because as long as Qi Yu refuses to show the last hole card, he will not dare to press it all, and if he loses, he will withdraw from the historical stage of China.

"If you don't kill the blade, you won't be a man!"

Zhu Wenting stood up slowly, in fact, he was only forty-seven years old, but he looked older than a person who was close to old age, it was because he had no worries, his head turned white overnight, and he was physically and mentally exhausted.

"Okay, tomorrow morning, I'll pick you up at Jiming Temple."

Qi Yu said.

"No tomorrow. Right now. I'll go with you. ”

Zhu Wenting and Qi Yu looked at each other for a long time, and said slowly, Qi Yu's smile was still the same, he knew that Zhu Wenting would definitely not refuse him, if he could successfully kill the blade this time, it would undoubtedly be a huge arm for him, and for Nan Batian, it was to cut off one of his arms, the blade was almost his right-hand arm, in the face of the accumulation of hatred, twenty years of anger and resentment, Zhu Wenting made a move, nine out of ten!

"We can fight together again."

"Don't talk to me, if it weren't for the blade that made you frown, would you come to me? Don't I know your stubborn temper? ”

Zhu Wenting said coldly.

"It's all old friends, it's not a life, the boss left in a hurry, and now his son is dead, I can only hold on, we will accompany Brother Su together to lay down the foundation, I can't just give it away, bye let Nan Batian pick it up."

"Brother Su's son is dead? What's going on? ”

Zhu Wenting's face changed, and her breathing was also stagnant, the old brothers at the beginning, now they are dead and injured, how many are left? However, it was precisely because of Su Tianting's death that he was disheartened and completely escaped into the empty door, but although he was there, his heart was always difficult to understand his hatred. The bell still needs to be tied to the bell, maybe this is the fate in the dark, destined for an inevitable battle between him and the blade.

After Qi Yu told him about Su Chen, Zhu Wenting was also relieved, but more of a sigh, because Su Chen's death was so sudden that he couldn't even see Su Tianting's son with his own eyes.

Qi Yu and Zhu Wenting walked out of Jiming Temple together, and at the door, an old monk in a robe shook his head and sighed.

"It's still unfinished, I hope this time, you can take refuge in my Buddha sincerely. The origin and extinction of earthly causes are all born from the heart, and the heart is not quiet, and there is no mirror. ”

When Qi Yu, Zhu Wenting and Wang Chao walked out of Jiming Temple, the bell had already disappeared, the sky was getting late, and the darkness was hazy, but a person appeared in front of him, a middle-aged man holding a long knife.

Qi Yu was like a great enemy, but he didn't expect that at this moment, the blade would take the initiative to come to the door.

"What, Qi Yu, do you want to find Zhu Wenting to kill me?"

Blade smiled playfully, his eyes were cold, he had already calculated it, Qi Yu was sick and rushed to the doctor, this Zhu Wenting must be the first person he was looking for.

"It seems that you are ready to die."

Zhu Wenting gritted her teeth and looked at the blade, this guy actually took the initiative to send it to the door, it seems that it is really providential.

"I haven't seen you for twenty years, but your tone is getting bigger and bigger, have you forgotten that conjoined scar on your face, who gave it to you?"

The blade looked at it coldly, extremely arrogant, standing around his chest, the knife in his hand, already trembling a little, this battle is inevitable!

"Come on, then, and let me see if you're as useless as you were twenty years from now."

Zhu Wenting's eyes narrowed slightly, he was already a little impatient, clenched his fists, and the battle was about to start!