This Jinsha Temple is an ancient temple built during the Tang Tianbao period, the original name Canglan Temple, during the Southern Song Dynasty, because the official family moved the capital, the south of the Yangtze River was rebuilt everywhere, Canglan Temple was no exception, so it was renamed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Compared with the new Yue Saibei style, in the Yellow River, the mountains and mountains are stacked into the clouds, this Jinsha Temple is like a magnificent Fanyu that half-hides the shame between the gardens.

In front of the temple, there are wisteria flowers on the two tall and stout hundred-year-old pigeon trees, and the petals bloom like Chanjuan.

Fu Shao got off the sedan chair from the front of the temple, stepped out of the sect, instructed the guards on his side to whisper a few words, and then he was alone, slowly moved into the temple, and went to the main hall to pay homage to the three pillars of high incense, and the two little novices in blue robes standing on the side of the incense case were about to ring the bell chime according to the etiquette when they were saluting incense, but Fu Shao raised his sleeves slightly, pressed the hand of the little novice on the left, and signaled that the little novice on the right did not have to.

Then he was alone and went straight to the pilgrim's wing on the north road.

Almost as Ji Xiao had just put his small figure and the petite figure reflected in the light and shadow of the moon, he was hidden by the window without a trace, and his footsteps gradually approached the small threshold of the pilgrim's wing room of Jinsha Temple.

The master and apprentice of the Empty Silence Daoist came this time, and their deeds were very low-key, and they were expected to not be easily checked, but the footsteps of the person who heard it did not follow the code and pace of the appointment with Huang Chun.

The night is four, and the thin transparent moonlight reflects the surrounding verdant peaks and mountains a little solemnly.

"Can you see the old man?" The voice of the visitor is like a calm ocean, gentle and secretly turbulent.

The empty and silent Taoist trembled slightly, but he quickly smiled indifferently and bitterly, slightly adjusted the placket of the robe on his body, and actually got up and went forward in person, opening the door of the wing.

Through the clear moonlight, the thick eyebrows and big eyes of the comer, and a warm luster, although hidden under an ordinary royal blue satin gown, are charming.

Behind the comer, there was no one as far as the eye could see.

Everywhere the mountain breeze passes, the verdant mist gradually fades, the night is as cold as water, and the night is as quiet as ice.

"In the midst of his busy schedule, it is really an honor to have the spare time to come to the empty place to catch up on the past." Empty silence looked at Fu Shao in front of him, and hinted with a slight mockery in his words that Fu Shao was always under surveillance, and he could find an opportunity to come to Fengyi City alone, while greeting him, he said generously: "Please-"

Fu Shao also replied lightly and walked in the door.

Empty silence once again confirmed with his eyes that there was no one around, knocked lightly on the door, and ordered Ji Xiao to immediately signal that Huang Chun did not have to come, and then evacuated by himself, and then slowly closed the door.

Fu Shao had already unceremoniously pulled a futon made of hemp rope from the couch, gently lifted the robe, and sat down.

Seeing this, Kong Silence also smiled, lifted the Taoist robe that whitewashed his identity, and sat on the other side.

"I haven't seen you for many years, Dao Chief, the demeanor is still the same" Fu Shao asked casually, turning his head slightly, his eyes swept over the hazy candle flame in front of him to look at the Eguan Bo belt opposite, and the emptiness of the crane's childish face.

The long fingertips groped on the black and white endgame chessboard in front of them, slightly touching the chess pieces, and the gentle rustling between the chess pieces and the chessboard was like the chirping of cicadas.

The frictional code words, the emptiness on the opposite side is naturally clear in the ears:

You may have been suspected by the Beiming secret sentinel, are you here for the master of your family's Xinyue, or for the affairs of the Republican Church? Be honest and honest so that you can find a solution.

"Where, I vaguely remember that when I first saw Fu Xiang, Fu Xiang was still a child, but now, he has two sideburns," Empty Lone's deep eyes, as if there were two rays of light that pierced through the world, he said in an ordinary narrative tone, while getting up and spreading a Lantian warm jade medicine pillow in the cage drawer next to Fu Shao's hand, "Xiangye's face is not good, it is better to diagnose your pulse as if you are empty." ”

"The Taoist chief remembers, dare to disobey his fate." Fu Shao put his wrist on the pillow, put his two fingers on it, and used the same friction code:

Luo Wei will retreat, and Xinyue will become a confrontation in the north, everything related to Xinyue, forgive the old man for not being able to tell him. The purpose of the republican religion is to infiltrate and spread the ideals of the republic and the value of equality, which has nothing to do with the political situation.

"Fu Xiangri is in charge of everything, he is exhausted, there seems to be a disorder inside and outside, let the old man re-diagnose" said, he pressed two fingers on Fu Shao's wrist again, rubbed the code: What is the so-called crisis, suspicion? If it is convenient, can you tell us?

"Yes, time flies, many storms in the past few years have finally urged people to grow old, and it is indeed not as tough as before." As he spoke, Fu Shao raised his eyebrows and laughed, the laughter was sparse and warm, and under that laughter, his fingertips continued to rustle and rub on the chessboard: Have the republicans begun to infiltrate the political situation in Beiming? This action may be leaked, and I hope that we must evacuate as soon as possible.

The two sat opposite each other, their eyes wandering, and there was silence for a moment in the room.

"Fu Xiang's body is fine, but he is tired, and he should practice from time to time in the play of five birds," he said, he walked to the Huanghuali five-bucket table by the window, licked the ink with a lake pen, and wrote for a long time, before writing the page, holding it in front of Fu Shao, and offering it with both hands: "Empty silence will prescribe two doses of medicine for you to evacuate and evacuate, or it can strengthen your body." ”

Fu Shao just took the piece of paper, and then touched the palm of his hand for a small hard square under the paper, he held the small square in the palm of his hand, slowly slipped into the sleeve of the narrow sleeve, and then prepared to take a look at the paper.

Suddenly, his fingertips were like the wind skimming, and a silver arrow that was no more than five inches and shining around his body slashed through his fingertips, hooking the paper in his hand, and penetrating it directly, with a huge inertia, "ding" through the blue sarong scroll decorated on the wall, and together with the paper and scroll, firmly nailed to the snow-white wall.

In an instant, the doors and windows were pierced by a rain of arrows like locusts, and the bricks and tiles on the walls were hit one by one, as if the powder of the sieve had been poured into the sieve, as if it were just a pile of floating sand that was already vulnerable.

Emptiness is to practice martial arts for many years, and the internal strength is strong, although there is no sword at this time, but the body is extremely light and agile, and there is no old age at all. He fluttered lightly and flipped a falcon vertically, then bowed down, eliminated the momentum of the arrows beside him, raised his hand after landing on one knee, swung his robe outside his body, and staggered himself and Fu Shao with a chessboard robe, and the strong internal force danced the clothes into a white practice like a steel knife, and cut down an arrow.

Fu Shao only felt that the wind was whistling in his ears, and the fire crossbows like meteors on all sides replaced the ordinary arrows, swishing through the lonely night and cutting through the compassionate eaves of Jinsha Temple, but the emptiness covered him, and with a broken chessboard and a piece of robes, he tried to block and extinguish those fire crossbows.

However, those fire crossbows still passed through the surroundings, and the four walls of the wing room were lit, and the fire oil stars were like crackling on the wool felt stand, with a scorching smell, and everything around them burned into flames in an instant.

Seeing that the battle would not last for a long time, a backhand swing of the chessboard to knock out the chess pieces, and the first row of crossbowmen of the Imperial Forest Army wearing night soft armor fell down in response, as if they were slightly chaotic, and the empty silence ran out of the room with Fu Shao.

However, the encirclement in the courtyard was already dense, and no master could retreat with his whole body.

Among the thousands of armies, human strength and martial arts are just more worthless than a drop in the ocean.

This situation is understood by emptiness, and Fu Shao also understands.

On the opposite doorrail, a man with beautiful eyes and affectionate eyes like black jade, wearing soft shark armor and shining gold belts, and the two of them next to him were in the same color of night clothes, but they were the figures of his own guards.

A Beiming Light Repeater Crossbow had already been set up in front of the man with Mo Yu's eyes, and it was constantly adjusting its direction.

Although the black veil was covered with black veil on the man's face, only the fierce and affectionate demeanor in his eyes made Fu Shao recognize him in an instant.

Fu Shao's fingers gently groped for the secret words in the empty hand: Take me as a hostage, survive, the fire crossbow and arrow rain just now, except for the first note handed over to you to knock down, the rest will not shoot at me.

The small courtyard, surrounded by crossbowmen on three sides, three people in a column, the first two rows up and down are bow-like, the third person changes arrows, the dense cold light is like a star, behind him, the small wing room has been burned.

Suddenly, he strangled Fu Shao's neck with a Hu Xuan of the blood-soaked robe, and with his internal force, with a little force, Fu Shao was in a different place.

In a moment's trance, the rain of arrows was collected, and the black-eyed man on the doorrail said loudly: "Let go of Xiangye, abolish your martial arts, go with me, but spare you from death." ”

"The eldest husband is dead when he dies, but why does the law have to die, and if you want to fight like this, you have to ask for advice."

While speaking, Fu Shao's face was bruised, his mouth and eyes were open, and he saw that his breath was dying, and he was in danger.

The air was frozen as if it were dead, and I could hear the sound of insects in the grass quietly, and the galloping mountain wind, wisps of wisps, and cold to the bone.

said that it was too late and that was fast, without any hesitation and room for people to react, a series of crossbows shot straight towards Fu Shao's door, empty and frightened, and hurriedly put away the clothes in his hand to block, it was too late.

With a "hiss", the sharp blade of the crossbow slashed through Fu Shao's sleeve, and when he saw that he was about to shoot directly into Fu Shao's chest, he wrapped his body around Fu Shao and fell down.

The string of crossbows "hissed" fell from the sky, slashing through the night sky like a meteor, only the second one, piercing through the empty chest, and landed only an inch away from Fu Shao.

Fu Shao was lying on the ground, his empty silver-white beard falling from his face, the blood on the corner of his lips and the blood on his back flowed through Fu Shao's heart.

Fu Shao saw the bulging chest when he died, and knew that he would not pierce himself with this powerful crossbow, and at the moment he was shot, he urged all his internal forces to resist the cold inertia.

The empty fingertips seemed to want to write something, but he couldn't write anymore, and he went to another world.

A team of royal forest sergeants rushed towards Fu Shao, especially the two Fu Shao's personal guards who helped Wang Geng adjust the crossbow rushed to the front, they rudely cut open the empty body, and helped Fu Shao up, their eyes were full of blazing worry: "Fu Xiang, are you okay?" "Are you alright?"

Fu Shao looked at Wang Geng's beautiful black jade eyes, swallowed all the tears back into his abdomen, and said slowly: "It's okay." Wang Geng said with a slightly apologetic face: "Fu Xiang, there is a reason for the incident, I have to secretly follow Fu Xiang to catch this person, we are also acting on orders, and please pay Xiang capacity." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand, grabbed Fu Shao's arm, and whispered in a comforting tone: "If Fu Xiang still wants to make incense in Jinsha Temple, we will arrange for comprehensive protection, and if Fu Xiang feels frightened and uncomfortable, we can also escort you back to your home." ”

Fu Shao stopped staggering, gently raised his hand and took off Wang Geng's veil, as if he didn't know him, his gaze slid from top to bottom over his stunning eyebrows, and then looked back at the lifeless silence covered in blood, and only sighed softly, "Go home." ”

Immediately, with the support of his personal guards, he sat in the sedan chair.

The moment the sedan curtain was lowered, he finally couldn't hold back his tears and looked back at the way he came.

Scene by scene these days, coming out from the depths of my heart, and popping up again.

That night, Kong Lifei caught up with him and revealed the eldest princess's suspicion and hatred of the Republican Religion, and then, again and again, he revealed the eldest princess's suspicions to himself...

… Until last night, he came to venture to inform himself that the eldest princess knew conclusively that the republican leader was empty, and he was actually the head of the Xinyue Red Spy Minister, although he was in the rivers and lakes, but he was actually inextricably linked to the temple, and used his identity as the leader of the republican religion to develop a large number of like-minded people to influence the situation in the spy war between the two countries.

Now it seems that they are the primer of the stone throwing and asking for directions, even if they know the role of emptiness, but if it is not for themselves - this republican disciple who calls for emptiness and silence, how can they catch emptiness. If it weren't for himself, how could he kill the emptiness. Did he credulously believe Kong Lifei, or did Kong Lifei believe the information deliberately revealed by the eldest princess......

A dignified seven-foot man, a country's prime minister, there are tears falling like rain at this moment.

Speaking from the heart, Fu Shao and this empty uncle have only crossed paths a few times, although they are both leaders in the sect, but Fu Shao's gentle improvement and empty silence's iron-blooded use are not the same way at all.

But even the secret sentinel in Beiming expected that if the plan to trap the empty silence was revealed to Fu Shao, Fu Shao would do everything possible to meet him to communicate with him, and if he shot an arrow at Fu Shao, the empty silence would protect him.

In hindsight, what did you get in exchange for your weakness and charity?

Is it really wrong, could it be that there will be no better ending except for blood for blood?

……

Ordered to follow the fleeing woman's secret whistle to reply, he whispered a few words in Wang Geng's ear, but Wang Geng's whole face turned red, and after a long time, Fang said: "This king will go to interrogate." Lead the way. ”

In the middle of the night, the mountain breeze is more and more, revealing a vein.

The group walked to the Blue Maple Bridge at the foot of Jinsha Temple. Here, Chaohu Lake and the criss-crossing rivers and ditches water through, spit each other, its source is far to Ying, Huo Ershan, there are Jinsha River, Hangbu River and so on the lake surface to converge, the lake water flows into the river through the Yuxi River in the east, there are mountains in the lake, there is water in the mountains, there are temples next to the water, if you look at it in the daytime, it must be the sparkling sail shadow, the scenery is charming.

However, at night, autumn on the water, there is always a little sadness.

On the side of the bridge, a four-fold Ruyi pattern and cross-pattern component are connected by tenons, although the appearance is low-key, look closely at the exquisite workmanship of the carriage parked, the blue cloth curtain is half open, and there are dark sentry guards next to it.

Wang Geng quickened his pace and walked to the carriage, and the two people in the carriage who were tied up by Wuhua were really Huang Chun and a woman.

Holding a torch, Wang Geng shone on the woman's face.

The woman's robe was torn, faintly revealing the thin Luo shirt inside, the Ling Xuan bun she was holding was already loose, some hair was scattered, hanging on the white collarbone, her face was petite and pretty, her temples were yellow, and she was quite charming and moving in the style of Su Zi's heart.

The Huang Chun boots next to him faded, widening the black silk satin uniform that traveled at night in the army, and the military crown was thrown aside, and the white single coat was vaguely injured, showing a huge bloodstain.

Wang Geng glanced at the two of them again, and asked his subordinates with a cold face, "You guys can follow, is she the one who slipped out of Jinsha Temple tonight?" ”

"Yes. She came down the mountain and went out of the temple to meet this person, and they got into the carriage together. The subordinates are afraid that they are the ones who connect, so they are detained according to the law. The sentry guard next to him replied.

"Well done." Wang Geng praised in his mouth, but his face was not as cold as his usual appearance, and his body was only cold.

"Take the woman away, examine it carefully, verify her identity, and give it to the eldest princess. I'll leave it to me here. Wang Geng said, and jumped into the carriage with a curtain lift.

"It's okay to take it away, please don't torture it, Weichen will be escorted there and explain the situation to the eldest princess." It was Huang Chun's voice, he approached Wang Geng, who jumped into the carriage, and whispered in a pleading tone: "She is the only granddaughter of Mr. Ji Xuan, who has been lurking in Xinyue for many years for my Beiming Red Spy, and is also my fiancée." ”

Wang Geng's tone became colder, and after a long time, Fang said to the people outside: "Bathe her and change her clothes, take care of her and send her back, don't be dismissive." ”

A group of guards from the secret sentry who had been ordered to escort them took the order.

In a short time, the carriage was ping-pong, crackling, crackling, and banging, and a tremor sounded, shaking the carriage crookedly.

A group of guards entered into the helplessness of imagination, guessing the fragrant story of Wang and Huang who were gossiping about the gossip, panicking that they were unlucky enough to meet this errand, and if they didn't get it, they would be sent to Yushan Island or which island, but they still stood quietly around the turbulent carriage with a serious demeanor.

The moonlight is like curling jade, the flowers are hazy and misty and surrounded by clouds, it is a very cool and cold night, an extremely cool and cold mountain wind, but it suddenly gives birth to a lot of morning light, the river is mighty, from the smoke cloud ammonia chlorine flows downstream, the bank willow drags the smoke, the ancient tree shade gives, the warbler sings and the birds sing, not different sheng springs. The morning light is faint, reflecting the slight light of the water, the mountains are empty, fresh and beautiful. And the morning breeze blows through people's faces, and there is a bit of a sense of feathering by the wind, half drunk and half awake, half light and half dark, lying together between the water, light and rock shadows.

The moonlight and the morning light met at that moment.