Standing at the gate of Qingjing Temple, Wen Qingzhu found that the gate was closed.

Squinting at the two sweeping monks behind him, who were still cleaning below before, had unconsciously appeared behind him.

Wen Qingzhu retracted his gaze and walked to the gate.

Pulled up the knocker and snapped it twice.

A heavy voice sounded, and it seemed that there was an aftermath in the ears, continuously.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, there was still no one.

When Wen Qingzhu was about to knock on the door again, the door suddenly trembled.

It slowly opens in a long voice.

What appeared in front of him was an old monk in a robe, with white eyebrows and a white beard, but his face was not at all compassionate, with a gloomy aura.

He looked at Wen Qingzhu and said lightly: "Amitabha, the donor came unfortunately, the host is about to pass away, and the Qingjing Temple will not accept pilgrims for the time being." ”

"Really?" Wen Qingzhu's face was sad, and at the same time his hands were folded, "Amitabha, it seems that I came to the Qingjing Temple today, it is the guidance of the Buddha, and the master quickly took me to see the host." ”

The white-bearded master in front of him, Mi Guang condensed: "You are?" ”

Wen Qingzhu sneered in his heart, this can't be pretended?

Actually used you directly, instead of the donor?

"I'm Xue Miaomiao, the daughter of the Valley Lord of the Medicine God Valley, I heard that Master Nine Candles is back, and I came to see it today, since the host is unwell, then I am naturally duty-bound!"

Wen Qingzhu said, raising his feet to go inside.

Not wanting to be behind Master Whitebeard, several warrior monks suddenly stepped forward and stood in a row to block the door.

Beidou's eyes sank, and he raised his hand slightly, ready to do it at any time.

The atmosphere was instantly solemn.

In the strange silence, a wind blew, and the dead leaves flipped in the air, slowly falling between Wen Qingzhu and the white-bearded monk.

"Uncle Shi, Master Nine Candles, please come over."

The voice of a small novice appeared in the door, and everyone looked at it together, the little monk was no more than ten years old, and there was no expression on his face.

A hint of jealousy appeared in Whitebeard's eyes, and he looked back at Wen Qingzhu, and then led the warrior monk in without a sound.

The person who blocked the way left, and the little novice who was passing the word still stood still, and a pair of dark eyes like ink penetrated Wen Qingzhu's scrutiny and reached her heart directly.

Wen Qingzhu felt a trace of vigilance in his heart: This little monk ......

"Donor, come with me, Master is waiting for you." Xiao Shami seemed to see her thoughts, and turned around and left after saying this.

Wen Qingzhu kept up silently, and every time he tried to be parallel with Xiao Shami, he would be a little faster.

thus maintaining a distance of just one zhang from Wen Qingzhu.

Penetrated the front hall and the main hall to the apse where the abbot was.

Contrary to Wen Qingzhu's imagination, the abbot did not lie in bed, but sat cross-legged in front of the huge golden Buddha statue.

After the little novice entered, he went directly to the futon in front of the god case and began to knock on the wooden fish.

Wen Qingzhu walked behind the abbot, clasped his hands together and said, "Presiding master." ”

The abbot master, who was facing away from her, slowly opened his cloudy eyes, and his voice floated: "Donor, Yunzhou City will be handed over to you, Lao Wei's little apprentice, can you please send someone to Kunlun?" ”

Hearing the word Kunlun, Wen Qingzhu thought of someone: "Master, can I ask a question?" ”

The abbot master did not answer him, but continued: "If Yunzhou is lost, the Qi country will perish, foreign races will be slaughtered, and there will be countless undead. ”

Listening to the words of the abbot master, Wen Qingzhu thought of Zhao'er's nurse's words, wasn't that what happened to Qi after her death?

Wen Qingzhu's emotions began to be uncontrollable, his hands pressed to his heart, and his breathing began to become short.

In my mind, the picture of millions of corpses and starvation everywhere became clearer and clearer.

Suddenly, the sound of the wooden fish stopped.

The picture in front of him shattered abruptly, and Wen Qingzhu stared at the back of the abbot master.

He remained in his old position, but—

The abbot was no longer breathing.

The little novice stood up slowly, looked at the abbot with a peaceful gaze and said, "Master has passed away. ”

Wen Qingzhu bowed his head and bowed three times.

By the time she opened her eyes again, the little novice had already gone to the door.

"Donor, follow me to meet the next abbot of the Qingjing Temple."

Wen Qingzhu turned his head suddenly, staring at the back of the little novice walking out.

All the way to the side courtyard to the west, Wen Qingzhu saw the warrior monks of the white-bearded monk before.

Seeing them coming, the warrior monks raised their sticks in unison.

The little novice stopped a foot away from them and said quietly, "If you don't let it, you will die." ”

As soon as the words fell, a man wearing a mask of Bao Gong came out of the courtyard.

He laughed.

The familiar voice made Wen Qingzhu squint suddenly: "It's you!" ”

The person who came looked at her, stared at her eyes and said, "Wen Qingzhu, it's been a long time, if I knew that you had such a skill, no matter what, I would have helped Jiang Yuancheng marry you." ”

Wen Qingzhu clenched his fists, if Jiang Yuancheng was the first person he wanted to kill, then Jiang Ziang, who had been by Jiang Yuancheng's side since he was a child, was the second person he wanted to kill.

"Jiang Ziang, where is Jiang Yuancheng!" Wen Qingzhu couldn't help but shout out anymore.

From the capital to Lingcheng, and from Lingcheng to Cangzhou, now the northwest and the Xiongnu have Jiang Yuancheng's forces.

Wen Qingzhu covered his right eye with one hand and raised his head.

The breeze blew over, raising Wen Qingzhu's hair, and the smile on her face gradually became hideous: "Tell me, I will leave you with all your corpses." ”

"Hahahaha!" Jiang Ziang looked at Beidou behind her, pointed at Beidou and laughed wildly, "It's up to him!" I know he's great! But—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ziang's heart jumped suddenly: Body, body can't move!

The warrior monk who was defending at the front immediately shook his stick, and a three-inch-long sharp knife appeared at the top.

Wen Qingzhu let go of his hand, looked at the unaffected warrior monks and said, "It seems that you are another force." ”

She walked forward step by step, and the warrior monks immediately raised their sticks and rushed towards Wen Qingzhu in unison.

A sigh mingled in the wind rang out.

Then dozens of people wearing Taoist robes suddenly appeared in the air, some of them held swords, some held bamboo flutes, some held talismans, and even a fire appeared in the palm of someone's hand.

And Wen Qingzhu himself stopped abruptly, as if he was frozen.

Her ears suddenly couldn't pick up the sound clearly, and her vision suddenly blurred.

I only saw a group of Tsing Yi figures shaking in front of me, and those warrior monks fell to the ground.

At this moment, a figure approached, stopped in front of her, and then reached out and pointed at her forehead.

When she took it back, the woman sighed and said strangely: "Why doesn't it work." ”

"She is the one who guides the true dragon qi and the general star, people of our level, can't move her, let's go, hurry up and bring the senior brother back."

The figure in Tsing Yi in front of him walked towards the courtyard.

Xiao Shami turned his head and walked in front of Wen Qingzhu, he stretched out his hand, and the moment he held Wen Qingzhu's hand, her hearing and vision instantly recovered, and the sudden killing intent in her heart disappeared in an instant.

Wen Qingzhu raised his head and took a breath, suddenly looked at the little novice in front of him, his hands trembled slightly, and when he was about to touch him, the little novice took a step back in a peculiar way.

He still had an expressionless expression, but the words he said made Wen Qingzhu burst into tears.

"I never blame you, from now on, you have to live well, revenge is not all. He will die, at your hands. ”

The little novice bowed, then turned and walked in.

Wen Qingzhu lost his strength, sat down on his knees, looked at the back of the little novice, and muttered, "Fu'er, Fu'er-"

Covered in cold sweat, Wen Qingzhu suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of my eyes, there was a black ceiling, and when I looked sideways, Fu Lie was sitting next to me, holding her hand tightly.

Wen Qingzhu struggled to sit up, looked at the gauze on his arm and asked, "Are you injured?" Didn't you say you're staring at the Twin Peaks? Why did you come to Yunzhou City? ”

She looked at Fu Lie's wound and was full of anxiety.

Fu Lie grabbed her hand abruptly: "Qingqing, have you forgotten?" This is the Pure Temple! ”

Wen Qingzhu suddenly swept around the house and found that this was a meditation room.

She asked suspiciously, "Why did I come to the Pure Temple?" ”

Images quickly flashed through my mind.

She met two vendors at the foot of the mountain, a white-bearded monk at the temple gate, and—

"Ahh

Fu Lie immediately hugged her with one hand and her wrist with the other, sending her internal force to ease her tense body.

A familiar aura filled the surroundings, and Wen Qingzhu slowly quieted down.

The previous memories were also returned.

It's just that she feels a little strange, there is a little novice who is a messenger, and she can't remember his voice, his appearance, and what he said to herself.

After resting for half an hour, Jasmine hurriedly pushed the door in.

ran to Wen Qingzhu and saw that she was safe and sound, tears fell out.

Wen Qingzhu touched her head and comforted, "It's okay, it's okay now." ”

Jasmine is not a person who talks much, she suddenly raised her head: "Why is it okay!" When we arrived, the master fell in a pool of blood, Beidou was also hung on the beams of the house, and the prince almost moved to kill, but fortunately you woke up. ”

Wen Qingzhu's head was shocked, no!

That's not the way it is!

The thought of it made her head ache sharply.

Wen Qingzhu had no choice but to suppress the desire in his heart and control himself not to think about it.

After resting for another half an hour, Wen Qingzhu felt that the whole person was already conscious.

The moment she walked out of the house and saw the sun, memories flooded back.

At the foot of the mountain, she met two vendors.

After inquiring about something, she decided to go up the mountain.

When she arrived at the temple gate, the whitebeard monk did not let her in.

Last time, she lured the welcoming monk with a lot of money to appear, and said nervously: "Uncle Shi, Master Nine Candles, please come over." ”

The white-bearded monk was very jealous and turned his head to go in.

Wen Qingzhu followed in, and when he arrived halfway to welcome the monk, he said that he had something to do and left here.

As if she had been here, she and Beidou passed through the front hall and the main hall and came to the abbot's apse.

Wen Qingzhu heard the abbot say, "Yunzhou is handed over to you...... Alien slaughter, countless undead ......"

The picture passed quickly, and the abbot passed away.

She bowed and left, going to where the Nine Candles were.

didn't want Jiang Ziang to appear, the warrior monk blocked the way, and Beidou desperately protected her.

When Jiang Ziang was about to stab himself, a bamboo flute appeared in Wen Qingzhu's right ear and hit Jiang Ziang on the shoulder.

As if time froze, Jiang Ziang was knocked to the ground.

Wen Qingzhu took a few steps back and was held up by a person.

When she turned her head, she saw that it was the secret guard arranged by Fu Lie for her, and there were dozens of people.

Jiang Ziang reacted at this moment and released a signal flare, and his people also appeared here.

The two sides fought hard, and in the end Jiang Ziang was defeated and fled.

The dark guards finally protected Wen Qingzhu, but they were all killed.

Wen Qingzhu walked towards the courtyard step by step, she remembered that she asked Xuan Wei Daoist to look at the nine candles.

When he arrived in the courtyard, in the corner where the nine candles were, his face was frightened.

And Xuan Wei Dao Chang fell in a pool of blood, Wen Qingzhu walked up step by step, and was about to check Xuan Wei Dao Chang's body, when a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

She didn't have time to react, and she completely lost consciousness.

"Your Excellency?" Jasmine's voice burst into her ears and pulled Wen Qingzhu's thoughts back.

She stared and asked, "Is Daoist Xuan Wei dead?" ”

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