"What's going on?"

Bai Qi and the Cloud Breaker soldier asked as they ran. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Originally, our people were searching inside, and the others were quickly subdued by us, and their presiding Moro suddenly rose up to attack us, because it was too sudden, and we didn't have much defense, so he escaped!"

"Are any brothers hurt?"

"One brother was slightly injured, but it was fine. Moloch was also shot. We've now arranged for someone to go down to the city to track and trace it, and we're sure we'll be able to find Moro soon. ”

"Be careful not to affect other people, this matter should be done in secret."

White moves eagerly, and the rat gang colludes with Zoroastrians from outside to make dirty deals, which is the clue that Dali Temple finally took a long time to get from Mo Mo's mouth. The Cloud Breaker Army and Dali Temple had been looking for traces of Zoroastrianism for the past time, and finally found them hiding in a temple in Chang'an City a few days ago.

After careful deployment, the Cloud Breaking Army and Dali Temple decided to carry out the arrest operation today, and everything was going very smoothly, but after a hundred secrets, I didn't expect that the host of Zoroastrianism, Moro, was pretending to faint, and finally ran away and injured people, and fled.

In the meditation room of a temple in Chang'an, tall Moro is sitting at a table. He took off his clothes, revealing his strong muscles. A small arrow feather stuck in his left abdomen. The arrow goes deep into the body, leaving only a small part of the body outside.

Moro bit a wet towel in his mouth, gritted his right hand tightly on the arrow feather, gritted his teeth, and pushed his right hand outward.

"Ahh A dull cry of pain came from Moro's mouth, and the wet towel was covered with blood, the blood that had been shed from his own lip.

The short arrow had been pulled out by him, and the flesh on the arrow was still stained on it, and the blood was flowing on the arrow, ticking and dripping to the ground. His abdomen, which had been shot by the arrow, became a blur of flesh and blood, and a large amount of blood rolled out of it.

Moloch shuddered, his forehead and back covered in cold sweat, and his face turned as pale as white paper.

He took a bottle of powder from the bag on the table, opened it, and sprinkled it around the wound in his abdomen, feeling as if it had been burned by fire, and the muscles around him were constantly spasming and contracting.

Seeing that the blood from the wound began to decrease, Moro inhaled cold air, took a clean white cloth, and bandaged his wound. Then he grabbed a steamed bun that was still steaming with one hand and devoured it.

"You Han people are cunning." As he ate, Moro said.

In the corner of the meditation room, the abbot of the temple, Homi, was tied up with a towel in his mouth. Next to him, several young monks fainted on the ground. He was staring at him with horror as he watched as Moro put a bloody bun in his mouth with blood on his hands, and ate it with relish.

Molch was still sweating on his forehead, and blood was oozing from the white cloth that had bandaged his wounds. He took the bun and drank the white porridge in large gulps.

"They said they wanted to cooperate with our Zoroastrians, but they were all so greedy for life and afraid of death, and they betrayed us in the end!" Moro said softly, as if to say something that had nothing to do with him, picked up a bowl of porridge, walked in front of the abbot, and squatted down: "Fajian old monk, you see that we Zoroastrians will not betray their companions. Even though they fell into the hands of the Tang Army, they still preferred to die and finally helped me escape. ”

"God is pitiful, I thought I could get help from this old friend of yours, but I didn't expect you to secretly report to Tang Jun! You say, "What should I do to you?" Moro took a dagger from his body and gestured at Homi's face.

Moriran's dagger slashed across Homi's face, and a line of blood oozed from his face. Fa saw that an old face was twitching, and beads of sweat kept coming out on his forehead.

"Of course, I have always been tolerant of my old friends, as long as you help me get out of Chang'an, I can not blame the past and let you go, how about it?" Moro asked with a smile, the blood that had congealed on his face was like a hideous mask, and in the eyes of Homi, it looked like the face of a devil.

Seeing that Fa Jian did not speak, Moro's big hand reached out to a young monk next to him, pressed his mouth, and the dagger suddenly stabbed into the young monk's heart.

"Pounce", the sound of the body being pierced was so piercing in this meditation room, the blood suddenly flowed out of the young monk's body, like spring water, flowing down the dagger to Moro's hand holding the dagger, the hot blood stimulated Moro's nerves, his eyes were red, like a devouring beast, and the other hand tightly covered the young monk's mouth.

The young monk's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes showed an extremely frightened look, his eyes widened, his body twisted, but he was held down by Moro stubbornly, his mouth kept making a "hmm" sound, his feet kicked the ground a few times, and then he began to stop slowly, and finally the whole body stiffened, and there was no longer a sound of breathing coming from his nose.

Moro let go of his hand and rubbed it vigorously on Homi's body until the blood on his hands was completely wiped clean, and he looked at his hands and nodded in satisfaction.

"Old friend, I'll take the towel off your mouth, you won't yell, will you?" Moro smiled and asked.

Homi looked at Moro in horror and quickly shook his head.

Moro smiled and took away the towel in Fajian's mouth, looked at Fajian who was panting heavily, and said with a sneer: "Fajian, where is the tunnel in your temple?" ”

"What tunnel? I really don't know! ”

"Ahh Fami suddenly screamed, his eyes looking down, and he was stabbed in the thigh by Moro with a dagger.

Looking at Moro's cruel smile, Homi suddenly covered his mouth with his hands to prevent himself from making a sound, his face full of fear.

Moro sneered, pulled the dagger out of Fajian's thigh, and then repeatedly gestured in the lower part of his body: "I Moro don't have that much patience, if you don't say it again, I will cut off the root of your life, and it can be regarded as avenging the women who have been defiled and killed by you over the years, how about it, do you want to try?" ”

Fa Jian smiled miserably and said: "Moluo, if you kill me, your Fire Worship Church will become the enemy of my Buddhism, and you will never want to have a foothold in Datang!" ”

Moro was stunned for a moment, then laughed, the laughter was full of sarcasm, and after laughing, he looked at Fajian with playful eyes, and said coldly: "Then I want to see how you Buddhist powers, who claim to be saviors to the outside world, but do all the dirty things behind your back, exterminate all my Zoroastrian people in the Tang Dynasty!" ”

Moro's left hand suddenly pressed down on Homi's mouth, and his right hand swung down Homi's lower body.

Fami's eyes suddenly widened, his head kept shaking, and his covered mouth kept making a faint sound: "No...... I said......"

The dagger suddenly stopped in mid-air, Moro smiled and let go of the hand covering his mouth, then gently patted Fami's face, and said happily: "You see how good it is to say it, I am such a violent temper, if you say it earlier, then there is no need to hurt the friendship between our friends!" ”

Homi gasped for breath, pointed to a futon in the meditation room, and looked at Moro without speaking.

Moro stepped forward and removed the futon, only to see that there was no sign on the ground, only a slight depression over the rest. Moro grabbed Homi's clothes and dragged him over, pointing to the ground beneath the futon.

Homi tapped on the ground and pressed down hard in a place where the sound was obviously hollow.

"Rolling", a deep voice sounded in the room, and the ground not far from the meditation room suddenly sank, revealing an entrance that could only accommodate one person in and out.

Moro walked over, looked in, and saw a torch on the wall inside the passage, which stretched all the way to the ground, and did not know where it led.

Fa Jian lowered his head and said, "Moro, the road has been given to you, you can go!" ”

Moro looked at Fami, suddenly laughed, walked in front of Fami, and mentioned Fami: "How could I, Moro, abandon my friends, let's be together!" ”

After speaking, looking at the frightened expression on Fami's face, Moro smiled coldly and threw Fami into the passage.

"Whoosh" Dozens of sharp arrows suddenly shot out from the walls on both sides of the passage, and before Fa Jian could see the scream, he was shot into a hedgehog by these sharp arrows.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion outside the meditation room.

Moro sneered, turned around and walked in front of several young monks lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, looked at their trembling bodies, let out a sneer in his mouth, the dagger in his hand flashed a few cold lights, cutting the throats of these young monks, and then took a clean piece of clothing, put it on himself, and walked into the passage.

"Bah", Yong Yusong kicked the door of the meditation room open and rushed in with his subordinates.

I saw that in the meditation room, blood kept coming out of the throats of several young monks, their eyes widened, and the ground was dyed bright red.

On the floor of the room, a deep hole opened, and a dim light came from inside.

Lu Fengxian rushed over from the outside with the people of the Cloud Breaking Army, and when he saw this scene, he glanced at Yong Yusong, and the two of them walked down the passage with their men.

At the entrance to the narrow passage, Homi's corpse was covered with sharp arrows, and his eyes were wide open, full of uneasiness and fear.

Lu Feng first lay his head on the ground, listened carefully for a while, and then made a gesture, meaning that there was someone running in front of the passage, and we should hurry up and catch up.

Everyone hurriedly followed, and the empty passage became lively at this time.

The original narrow passage became larger and larger as it continued to go, and finally it was able to accommodate three people at the same time. In this way, Yong Yusong and Lu Fengxian's speed suddenly increased a lot, and after a while, they already saw a figure shaking in front of them.

As he ran, Moro's wounds began to tear, blood flowed out again, and his mind was dizzy. He listened to the sound of getting closer and closer, gritted his teeth, drew his dagger, and slammed it into his arm, the sharp pain made his brain clear again, and his steps went faster. (To be continued.) )