"Little Slim." The shout that seemed to have lost her voice, and the anxious tone, made her heart stunned. ...... called? She struggled to look up, but the masked face couldn't make her clear. It's just that the real worry in her eyes makes her feel at ease, this is the person who will protect herself! Thinking like this, he closed his eyes with peace of mind and fainted in the warm arms.

"Silent karma!" The old monk was angry when he saw that Shankarma had hurt people, and he was so cruel when he became a monk, and he should have been merciful to others.

"Let's go." is still a cold look, and the silence ignores and walks away.

The night fell silent, and only the mournful bells and chanting resounded in every corner of the courtyard.

Zhang Xianxian woke up in this mournful atmosphere, feeling a warm current entering her body from her throat. The slightly bitter feeling made her cough for a while.

Xu heard her wake up, and the potion was not being fed. She raised her hand to cover her chest, and the cough tugged at her chest, and it hurt terribly.

"Are you feeling better?"

Zhang Xianxian struggled to see the person in front of him, and only then smiled lightly, and the smile was also pale and frightening.

"Dare to laugh, if you let me go down earlier, I will beat him until he vomits blood." A few fingers bent slightly and knocked on her head, and the sound under the mask was obviously distressed.

"Xie Lu, thank you for saving me!" The voice was pitifully quiet, she didn't dare to exert herself, as soon as she breathed, her chest hurt terribly.

Seeing a few drops of cold sweat falling from her pale forehead, the people around her gently rubbed it and wiped it off for her, and then picked up the medicine on the side and fed it to her mouth.

After drinking the medicine, Zhang Xianxian fell into a deep sleep again.

Looking at that pale face, the expression under the mask was stained with coldness. Gently went out of the door, took a few quick steps, and flew towards the back mountain.

On the edge of the cliff, the mask held his hands with his back and stood on the top of the abyss, but his eyes looked at the depths of the abyss. A black dress was blown whirring and fluttering.

"What can you find?" The cold voice is no longer gentle when facing her, but has a majesty that shocks people's hearts.

"Back to the pavilion master, I haven't found anything yet!" The man standing behind him said respectfully, but he showed a little fear. The Pavilion Master hates useless people the most!

"Take care of Xian Xian, I'm going to go down the mountain overnight."

"Yes."

A black shadow flew down into the abyss, and the other flew to the small courtyard at the bottom of the mountain.

The sky is getting brighter.

The empty body was still in his room, ready to be cremated at noon today.

Many pilgrims heard the news and rushed to see him off. For a while, the sadness of Jing'an Temple added to the liveliness.

The bell rang for the first time in the morning, but it didn't stop, it kept ringing, and the sound that echoed for a long time made Zhang Xianxian struggle to wake up.

Struggling to get out of bed.

The dark shadow in the shadows deliberately stepped forward to stop her from going out, but thinking that the pavilion master had ordered her to protect her in the dark, she had to keep silent.

I want to see off the abbot. Every step can affect the wound and tear the heart.

After reciting the Sutra of Transcendence, he will be cremated as usual.

The monks carried his stiff body and carefully put it on the pile of wood, which had already been laid out, and waited for the fire to be lit, and his rituals were finished, and when he destroyed his body, he would attain the bliss of eternal life.

In the depths of the crowd, a very low person with his head down. When he saw the torch that had been prepared, he quietly disappeared backwards. The man in black who was hidden in the shadows, seeing his sneaky behavior, also quietly followed.

"It was all the disaster brought by this woman, and she was tied up to seek justice for the abbot."

Seeing that the torch was about to be thrown on the stack of wood, Shanye suddenly pointed at her and said excitedly. The hatred in his eyes was a little real, if he hadn't heard the conversation between him and Zhang Qingyan with his own ears, he would know that he was in the position of abbot. Zhang Xianxian really thought that he hated her, just because she was ominous when she entered the temple.

Before she could react, someone had already tied her limbs with long ropes.

"Do what?" She struggled to ask, but was a little overwhelmed. Her heart was pounding, and it turned out that she was afraid of death.

"My temple has always been peaceful, but it is all because of your arrival, and the abbot suffered, of course, to sacrifice your sins with your flesh."

Someone had already set up another pyre next to her, and Zhang Xianxian struggled, but she couldn't break away from the rope that bound her. The raging fire only sent chills to her heart, is she really going to die here today?

"Silence, don't come nonsense." The loud shouting could not stop the madness of Shankarma, and he lifted her with one hand and threw her like on the fire.

She closed her eyes tightly, but the fire still seemed to burn in her heart, making her afraid.

"In vain." A cold voice swept over, a long cloth rolled over her body, and with a hard pull, she finally escaped from the scorching heat.

"Stop." The voice that was a little late made her look over in disbelief. Jun Zimo, why is he here? Did you come to save her? Joy flashed in his heart, but he retreated when he saw Zhang Qingyan on the side.

That sick look made the gentleman's heart move inexplicably. Looking at the person who rescued her, the mask seemed to be particularly mysterious.

Look at each other and explore each other.

"If you don't find out the truth about the abbot's death, but you kill innocents here, how can such a person be a monk." The face under the mask looked at Shanye coldly, and after saying these words, he flew away with Zhang Xianxian in a strip of cloth.

"The master is polite, I came to see off the empty master and take the third lady back to the house on the order of the family master Zhang Gong." The gentleman was indifferent to the two who had disappeared, and his moist opening stopped the crowd who wanted to chase them.

Jing'an Temple, back mountain.

"Thank you, thank you for saving me again." The pale Zhang said weakly. He pushed his hand away and wanted to go back. Junzi Mo came, and the second sister also came, so, is it what my father meant?

"You are not allowed to go back." The person under the mask opened his mouth with some paranoia, and the hand holding her body became a kind of imprisonment. Let him watch her go back and be bullied, he can't do it anymore! It's hard to imagine what it would have been like if he had been one step late.

"What's your name?" Ignoring his paranoia, Zhang Xianxian looked at him and asked with a light smile.

The masked man seemed to be stunned, and her hands clenched unconsciously, but because she happened to grasp Zhang Xianxian's arm, the force made her frown in pain. But it didn't make a statement.

"Don't leave." He spit out two words lightly, but the other head was biased into the distance, and the melancholy gaze seemed to be very confused.

"Mo Li, I will remember you. However, I had to go back. ”

In his trance, she struggled to break free of his hand and staggered back to the road.

"Little Xian'er ......" suddenly felt empty, Mo Li turned his head to look at Zhang Xian's staggering back, and the feeling of distress was undisguised. When she opened her mouth, her name was next to her mouth, but she didn't scream. The people of the Zhang family are naturally stubborn, and if they are not injured to the point that their bodies are incomplete, they will never look back.