"Little Liuzi, don't sleep! Let's see, why are the crows chirping so badly outside? Staring at the bruising bruises, Hui An, the first closed disciple of the White Horse Temple, stretched out his leg and kicked the little novice lying on the edge of the bed, and ordered unhappily.

"Yes!" The little novice opened his sleepy eyes and stumbled out. But accidentally, he tripped on the threshold, "poof", and fell into a.

"Knock, knock, knock......" In the next room, there was an immediate sound of a knock on the wall. Immediately after, the scolding voice quickly came through the wall, "Hui'an, what are you doing, do you want to let people sleep." ”

"Hui'an, monks, be quiet. If you weren't pure-hearted, how could you bring such calamity upon yourself? ”

"Yes, senior brother!" Monk Hui'an was so aggrieved that he couldn't hit the bed board with his head, but he could only hold back his anger and respond in a low voice.

In yesterday's clash, he was knocked out more than a few teeth. After coming back, his status in the temple also dropped by half.

As the first master, instead of standing up for him, he scolded him severely. And the senior brothers in the same sect also thought he was too arrogant, so they didn't ask anyone for instructions, so they went to provoke a five-grade official.

With the influence of Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty now, of course, he will not be afraid of a five-grade official. However, Buddhism is Buddhism, and Chang'an White Horse Temple is Chang'an White Horse Temple. Sensei said that he Hui'an didn't have the face to mobilize the entire Buddhism to support himself, even if his master came forward, it would be the same.

What made Hui'an even more unacceptable was that from the time he returned to the temple with a face full of scars yesterday until now, Princess An Le actually only sent a maid to give him a box of ointment. As for the princess herself, Sensei said that she came to visit herself, and did not even ask people to help bring a word of comfort.

"Affection!" Thinking of laughing with the princess in the past, and the senior brothers holding the moon to their stars, Hui'an couldn't help but murmur secretly in his stomach.

He was beaten this time in order to give the princess a head. He didn't believe it, with Princess Anle's cleverness, he couldn't guess the reason why he went to find Zhang Qian.

He was beaten this time for the sake of the future of the White Horse Temple. The reason why he used the well as a reason was to get the equity of the six gods of Hualu. As far as he knew, it was a hen that laid golden eggs. Once you can be touched by the White Horse Temple, even if you only account for half of the dry shares, it is definitely enough to change the gold makeup of the Buddha once a year!

And now, none of the senior brothers are grateful to him, and Princess Anle doesn't miss him at all. How can he not feel cold?

Bruises on the face, which can be dispersed later. If you lose your gums, the pain will gradually stop. And he swore that after this ordeal, he would never take the initiative to do anything for these people again.

"Unless, unless they come to me themselves!" Thinking of the picture of Princess Anle kneeling beside her and whispering softly, Hui'an felt a wave in her heart.

Master is right, Lao Tzu is not quiet. But among the current Buddhism, which one is qualified to be called the word "tranquility". Don't think that I don't know what you do, I'm too lazy to say it. Even the master himself, when he went to Mrs. Ningguo's house to spend his husband's soul, didn't he also recite the sutra to the bedside of his wife......

"Bang!" was secretly disdainful in his heart, but there was a dull crashing sound in his ears. Immediately after, the sound of jackdaws suddenly became excited, "quack, quack, quack......" as if a hungry ghost suddenly saw a big meal.

"Little Liuzi? What's wrong, where did you hit again? Hui An was upset by the cries of the crows. Struggling to sit up, he looked up the window.

In order to protect against the cold, a thick layer of straw paper was pasted on the window edge, and the eyes could not penetrate it at all. And the clam shell tiles embedded in the center of the window were not polished flat enough, so he could only see a faint figure flashing in the moonlight.

'It's not Xiao Liuzi, Xiao Liuzi is clumsy, it can't be so fast? Quickly realized that the situation was wrong, Hui'an turned over and got out of bed, kicked on his shoes, and ran to the door of the house in three steps and two steps, "Who's outside?" Come on, there's a thief! There's—"

"Ahh

The person outside is indeed not Xiao Liuzi.

Xiao Liuzi had already been lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

And that person, carrying a weapon in the shape of a steel whip, smashed his senior brother Huineng, who walked out of the door to relieve himself, and burst his brain.

"Bang dang!" Hui'an decisively closed the door of the room that had only been half pushed open again, followed by latching, turning off the lights, pushing the bed against the door panel, and all the actions were done in one go.

The pain on his face disappeared, and the dizziness in his head was gone. He crouched down on his knees, shrunk into the corner near the window, determined not to make any more noise.

This action, absolutely clever, made him immediately avoid the attention of the steel whip wielder. And his brothers who are not smart enough are all unlucky. Whoever dared to rush out would immediately be whipped in the head with a steel whip.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!" With the dull sound of metal and flesh colliding, blood splashed on the window, and in the blink of an eye, the window paper was moistened.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Mother-"

The screams, passing through the window, kept getting into Hui'an's ears, scaring him into two trembling waves, and a large piece of wet under his feet instantly.

The whip-bearer outside was not a man, but a devil, like a false devil. Xiao Liuzi was killed by him before he could make any sound. The strong Huineng only had time to let out a scream.

And the devil still refused to stop killing, carrying an iron whip, and continued to chase after his other uncles and brothers!

"Amitabha!" The voice of the first seat also sounded in the courtyard, with an unconcealed grief and indignation, "Donor, stop, if my White Horse Temple deserves this catastrophe, please bear it alone, don't kill other innocents indiscriminately!" ”

The devil didn't respond, just sneered in a low voice, "Hehe, hehe, hehe......". Immediately, footsteps sounded, from near and far.

"Dangchang" "Dangchang!" "Dang Chang!" "Dangchang!" …… A series of weapons crashed into Hui'an's ears, causing his body to tremble, and a ray of hope instantly surged in his eyes.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him, Demon Killer!"

"Although my Buddha is compassionate, he also roars as a lion!"

The shouts came and went, and his legs suddenly became stronger. Struggling to his feet, he threw himself at the window.

The window paper that was soaked in human blood was broken when stabbed. Through the hole in the window paper, Monk Hui'an clearly saw that the figure of the whip-wielding "devil" stood with the four senior uncles and senior brothers, and there was no tribal disadvantage.

It's not Zhang Yongzhao! Although Zhang Yongzhao's skills are also very good, Hui'an can see that the devil outside is half a head shorter than Zhang Yongzhao!

In addition, this person's shoulders are not as wide as Zhang. hair, but far longer than Zhang Yongzhao!

The only thing that is similar to Zhang Yongzhao is his movements. It's so flexible that people's eyes can't catch up. Before Hui'an could figure it out, should he go out of the window and help his uncle and brothers from behind? In mid-air, there was a sudden sound of "dang chang", and a ring knife was smashed into the air and flew straight to the top of his head.

"Ahh The whistling ring knife flew from a position half a foot above his head, "clicking", sweeping the window edges and window paper in all directions.

"Poof" The devil holding a steel whip smashed the high monk Dingfang who had lost his weapon to the ground with a whip. Immediately after, another whip smashed the monk Huijing, who was holding a Zen staff, to the point that he vomited blood and staggered back.

The encirclement was quickly broken, and the man carried a steel whip and ran to the first seat again.

"Amitabha!" The first seat knew that it was impossible to escape, recited the Buddha's name, closed his eyes and waited for death. At this moment, there were suddenly a few whistling sounds under the night sky, "Whoosh, swish......"

A row of feathered arrows flew in the air, sharp arrows, chilling in the moonlight.

"Damn it!" The man holding the steel whip decisively put the steel whip away, and took advantage of the situation to shoot a bird into the forest, stuck to the empty legs, rolled over, and disappeared into the shadow of the corner of the wall in an instant.

"Ahh "Ahh "Mother-" The screams alternated again. However, it was the monks who besieged the "devil" before, because they couldn't dodge, and they were accidentally injured by feather arrows. One by one, they collapsed in a pool of blood in pain, rolling back and forth.

"Amitabha, thank you for coming to the rescue!" Knowing that he couldn't blame the arrow shooter for accidentally injuring his junior brothers and apprentices, he flew to the feather arrow with tears in his eyes and released it to Shili.

However, before he could finish reciting a Buddha name, the second round of feather arrows arrived. He and all the other monks who were in the courtyard were thrown to the ground.

"Search, that guy must still be hiding in the temple. Fourth, you lead people to guard the surroundings, and if you find a night watchman, immediately warn! "There was a shrill voice, coming from the darkness, without any warmth that belonged to a human being.

"Yes, Third Brother!" Someone whispered in response, and then rushed into the White Horse Temple.

Everyone had a black cloth on their faces, and the horizontal knives in their hands shone coldly.

Monk Huijing, who was injured internally, struggled to ask the other party where he was coming from. was stabbed by the man in black and cut his throat. The qualitative character who was hit by the arrow got up from a pool of blood, staggered and fled for his life, and was caught up by the man in black, and stabbed him through the heart.

Followed by Dingzhi, Huizhong and Huiji, as well as the novice Xiaosi, Xiaowu, and Xiaoqi. The light of the knife flickered incessantly, and the plasma jumped uncertainly. Room by room, room by room, regardless of whether the Buddha is enshrined in the room or not.

"Don't kill me—" Listening to the sound of killing getting closer and closer, Monk Hui'an finally couldn't bear the pressure anymore, turned over and jumped out of the window, shouting and fleeing.

A horizontal knife slashed at him head-on, striking him in the chest. With a terrible scream coming out of his mouth, Hui An staggered and fell, and at the moment when his vision began to blur, he vaguely saw a dart pass in front of his eyes, hitting the shoulder socket of the knife wielder.

"Ding, ding, ding!" The sound of weapons striking from far to near, and from near to far.

Who killed whom, or who was chasing whom, Hui'an couldn't see it all.

He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, dead and blinding.