There is no change in Qingshou Temple, almost exactly the same as when Xu Miaojin left a few years ago.

The temple is quiet and solemn, and the shady pine trees shield pilgrims from the scorching sun.

The creek is babbling and the red carp are jumping happily in the water, and they know their luck - to live in a place where there is no killing.

Two magnificent pagodas guard the temple majestically. Meet people who are good listeners, and they will also tell a long history in a moving way.

Xu Miaojin has a feeling more wonderful than coming home. There are stones, there are masters, there are people who take care of her, there are people who accompany her.

A monk hurried by with a stack of scriptures, and she hurriedly called: "Master! Master! ”

The monk turned his head to look at her: "Donor, what's the matter?" ”

"May I ask where is Master Daoyan?"

"Master Daoyan? The little monk didn't know him. "The monks were very polite.

"You don't know Daoyan?" Xu Miaojin's eyes widened.

"The little monk is new, and there are still many people in the temple who don't know him."

"Then you should know the abbot too, right?"

"Abbot, abbot, little monk of course knows, can ...... He doesn't call Daoyan. The monks were at a loss, as if they had encountered an exam question that they couldn't understand.

"What? It's not called Daoyan, what's it called? ”

"Master Deyi." After solving the problem, the monk was much more relaxed, and although he was sweating profusely, his eyes still showed a smile.

"Deyi? I haven't heard of it. Xu Miaojin muttered to herself.

"Do you know the stone, then? He was not a monk, but he lived in this monastery. ”

"I don't know, we all live here as monks." The monks are confident.

Xu Miaojin was stunned.

How so? Where did Stone and Daoyan go? Why didn't they tell her? How is this huge city of Beiping going to find them, or are they not in Beiping at all?

"Donor, if there is nothing to do, the little monk will be busy first." Seeing that Xu Miaojin was deep in thought, the monk was afraid that another problem would emerge from her mind, so he hurriedly said goodbye.

Xu Miaojin came back to her senses and hurriedly ran to the abbot's room.

She was unwilling, delusional wondering if Shi and Daoyan were playing tricks on her and wanted to surprise her.

The wooden door of the abbot's room is exactly the same as the original, narrow and low, tightly closed, without carving, plain and unpretentious.

How many times did she stand in front of this door and affectionately call "Master".

Dao Yan would always poke his head out and said with a smile: "Stinky girl, come to quarrel with me again!" ”

Xu Miaojin knocked a few times, but no one opened the door for her from the inside, and no head poked out of the crack in the door.

"It's morning, the abbot should be doing his morning service in the Dharma Hall, why should he stay in the house?" Xu Miaojin found a very suitable reason to convince herself, and then ran to the Dharma Hall.

A monk approached her.

"Master! Where is the abbot? ”

"Donor, the abbot is not in the temple."

"Is it Master Daoyan?"

"No, it's Master Deyi." The monk looked at Xu Miaojin, who was anxious, and lowered his head.

"You are?" Xu Miaojin felt that the monk in front of him was very familiar, "Do you know Daoyan?" ”

"Well, the poor monk also knows the benefactor. A few years ago, the benefactor came to our monastery. ”

"Ah, that's great!" Xu Miaojin waved her fists, tears in her eyes, "What about Dao Yan?" Where did he go? Why didn't he become an abbot anymore? And what about stones? ”

"He ......" the monk bit his lip and swallowed what he was about to say into his stomach.

Xu Miaojin's fists froze in the air, and after feeling bad luck, they hung weakly on Xu Miaojin's side.

He ...... What's wrong? Xu Miaojin looked at the monk in horror and looked at his mouth.

"He's dead." The monk's voice was very low.

"Dead?" Xu Miaojin took a step back.

"How did you die?" Her voice trembled a little.

"Assassinated."

"Who's going to kill him?"

"I don't know. Even the body was gone, but someone came to the temple to report that we learned that the master had been killed. ”

Xu Miaojin stretched out her hand to prop herself on the pillar beside her, and she realized that the support she had found was not enough, so she leaned over.

She closed her eyes, her eyes were full of Venus, and she gasped and asked the last word: "That...... What about the stones? ”

"Uh......" The monk pursed his lips, and Xu Miaojin saw the abyss behind him from the crack that refused to open.

"He was assassinated along with Master Daoyan."

Black, the boundless black occupied the whole world, and Xu Miaojin lost consciousness.

In the twilight, Xu Miaojin found herself lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, with rough beams and green tiles above her head.

The room was small and empty all around.

Where is she? What happened? How could she be lying here?

The groggy head was like a rusty gear, clattering, but never moving half a step.

She sat up and pounded her head hard.

"Donor, are you awake?" A monk walked into the room.

She stared at the monk's face, and for a moment, memories came to her with a black veil.

From that mouth, she heard that Dao Yan was dead, and so was the stone.

In order to save the prince, she rushed to Beiping from Yingtian, and then rushed to Qingshou Temple, she heard the bad news, and that's it.

It was simple, she should have remembered it a long time ago.

"Oh my God! What's going on? Xu Miaojin pulled her hair in pain.

She was heartbroken when her mother died, she was devastated when her father died, and now she has lost two more relatives.

The kind that refused to kill her all at once, but to slowly torture her pain, once again intersected with her body, and reunited with her heart.

She couldn't put it into words, because she didn't know where it hurt.

"Donor, mourn and change!" The monk was saddened, and handed a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns to Xu Miaojin, "You have been in a coma for a day, eat something!" ”

"Wow!" Xu Miaojin spat out a large mouthful of bitter water.

"Donor, you are sick, I will call the abbot, he has returned to the temple." The monk put the porridge and steamed buns on the table and was about to walk out of the house.

"Don't ...... Don't go! Xu Miaojin stretched out a hand, his eyes half-closed, and although his mouth was wide open, he was still out of breath, like a dying fish in sewage.

After a while, Xu Miaojin relieved himself. The monk has been standing beside him with his hands down, not daring to leave.

"Thank you, master, I'm fine, you go and rest."

"Donor, you eat something, there is something to call the poor monk." The monk didn't dare to ask to stay, after all, there was a female benefactor in front of him.

Xu Miaojin staggered to the side of the case, picked up the porridge, and poured it into her stomach with a "goo-goo- After three or two clicks, the bowl will be bottomed out.

She wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her arm, rude like an old country woman.

Then, she grabbed the steamed bun again and stuffed it into her mouth, not because she was hungry, not because it was delicious, but because she wanted to recover her strength as soon as possible.

Scratching its ears and cheeks in pain, it had no way to take Xu Miaojin, it was forced to a dark corner and sealed it.

The food made Xu Miaojin's face flush, and the will made Xu Miaojin decide to continue his unfinished mission, and at the same time, it was also the best way not to let the pain succeed.

Her brother-in-law is also in Beiping, and she has to go to her brother-in-law. The brother-in-law will not watch his eldest brother die of poisoning, he will definitely find someone to detoxify.

Zhu Di, the king of Yan, wore invincible armor and held a majestic swallow-tailed gun, standing in front of the army in full spirit.

Respecting his father's will, he will lead the cavalry to patrol the border of Daning.

For him, this is not only a border patrol, but also his father's attention to him.

As Zhu Yuanzhang got older and older, the military power also returned to the hands of the surname Zhu step by step.

The veterans he relied on before were unarmed and returned to the field with good luck, and the corpses with bad luck were in different places.

He abandoned the old righteousness of the robe and cut off the true feelings of tribulation, and the country surnamed Zhu must be controlled in the hands of the person surnamed Zhu, which is Zhu Yuanzhang's obsession from beginning to end.

Since the crown prince Zhu Biao fell ill and the Qin king Zhu Fan was exiled, Zhu Di, the king of Jin, and Zhu Di, the king of Yan, came into Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes.

Zhu Di once competed with Zhu Di, Zhu Di was victorious, and Zhu Di was discouraged.

Between talent and destiny, how will Zhu Yuanzhang choose?

Zhu Di didn't dare to think about it, expecting others to give, it was better to fight for it himself. What he needs to think about is how to take every step of the way.

"Some time ago, when King Ning's cavalry was patrolling, they found that there was a fork of Hu Bing's carriage on the road, which may be their trick." Zhu Di said loudly to the army.

"They set up an ambush to lure our army into attacking. We're going to dig up their ambush and catch him off guard! After arriving in Daning, Wang Qi of the left guard led 1,000 cavalry to the east to secretly investigate, and the right guard Cheng Shi led 1,000 cavalry to the east and west to secretly investigate, and the rest of the cavalry followed the king to the north. Discover an ambush with fireworks!

"Yes!" Three thousand cavalry responded. The neat and loud shouts and the brazen ambition broke through the sky and threw themselves into the ambush of Mobei like explosives.

Zhu Di nodded with satisfaction and smiled at Hongshi and Dao Yan.

The red stone was sharpened by the armor, and Dao Yan was dressed in a Taoist robe.

Zhu Di's harvest is their harvest, and the fate of the three of them has long been tightly tied together by chance.

A twenty-year-old young man ran to Zhu Di's side and said with a depressed expression: "Your Highness, the villain ......"

He didn't think much he wanted to say it, but his frowning brow was very guilty of it.

"Sanbao, you take good care of your sister, there will be opportunities in the future." Zhu Di leaned down and patted Sanbao's shoulder.

"Sanbao, did you sleep with the toad last night?"

Dao Yan looked at the puffing Sanbao with a wicked smile, and the reins in his hand hit his fingers several times.

Sanbao hurriedly pouted his cheeks, causing everyone to laugh.

"Master, don't laugh too early, maybe Your Highness won't let you go next time." Redstone likes Sanbao very much, and can't help but feel sorry for him.

"Sanbao, Mobei is nothing, maybe you will go to a much farther place in the future, the ends of the earth that we have never been to!"

Sanbao grinned, revealing a few white teeth. He suddenly stood straight, clasped his hands into fists, and said in a sonorous voice: "Yes!" May Your Highness, General, and Master succeed! ”