Outside, it's dark and quiet.

"Big brother, what's wrong?"

Yang Shouwen raised his eyebrows, then turned around and said, "It's okay, what's the matter, can we go in?" ”

The monk had already verified Yang Rui's identity, and when he heard Yang Shouwen's question, he also sobered up a little and his attitude became kinder.

"Since it was sent by the county lieutenant, the two donors have worked hard, I don't know what to order? Do you want to tell the mage to know? ”

The monasteries of the Tang Dynasty had the ranks of abbots, abbots, and monks.

However, they do not call him directly, but often replace him with 'mage'.

"Not really."

Yang Shouwen held a gun and led Yang Rui into the mountain gate.

"Master, we are here this time to ask for something."

"Oh?"

"Dare to ask yesterday, did a good man come to incense?"

This great Maitreya temple is located in the mountains, but there are not many pilgrims.

After listening to Yang Shouwen's words, the monk thought about it and replied: "Don't hide it from the donor, our temple is located in the middle of nowhere, and no one comes on weekdays, and the incense is not very vigorous. On weekdays, it is also maintained by local laymen. But yesterday...... Oh, it should be the day before yesterday! Indeed, a few people came here to spend the night. ”

"Overnight?"

The monk nodded, "At noon the day before yesterday, a good man came, saying that he wanted to practice in our temple for a few days, and he also gave the incense money for the order. In the past, in this temple, no one would necessarily come to stay overnight for ten days and half a month, but the day before yesterday two groups of people came.

In the evening, three people came and said they wanted to spend the night.

That night, however, the four disappeared. When I cleaned the monastery the next day, I realized that they were gone. ”

"Four people, can you tell who they are?"

The monk smiled, "How can this not be seen? The four people were dressed like fangs at a glance.

The fang that came first could speak fluent Mandarin, but the next three fangs seemed to be Turkic...... Well, it's the Turks. Their official language is very blunt, and when they talk in private, they seem to use Turkic dialect. In my early years, I had been to the outside of the Seychelles and dealt with the Turks, and although I could not speak, I could hear their clues. ”

Turks?

Yang Shouwen frowned, feeling a little bad.

The area around Changping is mainly dominated by Khitan and Xi people, and there are not many Turkic people.

Did those Turks come all the way to kill someone? This matter doesn't seem to be so simple.

He glanced at Yang Rui, but found that Yang Rui was looking at the temple boringly.

Obviously, he didn't hear the problem.

Yang Shouwen thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "Where does that fang who is alone live in a single place?" What did you do that day? ”

"Oh, he's in the wing over there."

The monk pointed with his hand and explained, "Our temple is very small, but there are two entrances in front and back.

When the fang came, he was in the chamber at first, and there was no movement. Later, when the three fangs came, he went to the Daxiong Treasure Hall and did not return to the wing room until the end of the evening class. After that, there was no movement...... The next day I found that there was no one in the house, and that it was clean and there was no trace, and I thought he had gone temporarily. ”

"Master, how many people are there in your temple?"

"Plus me, five people in total."

Yang Shouwen nodded, clasped his hands together and said, "Dare to ask the master, can you take us to the meditation room first?" ”

"Absolutely...... But there's nothing to see in there. I cleaned the room yesterday and it was clean. ”

As he spoke, the monk led the way with a candle in front.

Yang Shouwen followed behind him, and Yang Rui pulled Yang Shouwen's shirt, looking a little nervous.

The meditation room was as the monk said, clean.

There was no furniture inside, just a meditation bed and a futon.

The monk said: "Most of the people who come here to practice are not very demanding, so they are also very simple and do not have any household items. ”

Yang Shouwen nodded, his eyes swept over the meditation room.

"Master, can you let us go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to have a look?"

"Well...... this"

The monk thought about it for a while, and then agreed: "Yes, you can, but you have to ask the two donors to be lighter, so as not to disturb the Buddha." ”

"That's nature."

Yang Shouwen immediately followed the monks to the outside of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The monk gently pushed the door open, making a soft creaking sound.

The area of the Daxiong Hall is small, and the golden statue of Maitreya Buddha is enshrined in the center, and the two sides are painted by Arhat Bodhisattva.

Yang Shouwen didn't know what the Maitreya Temple in Changping County looked like, but the Daxiong Treasure Hall in front of him was at least half smaller than the Daxiong Hall of the Shaolin Temple in his memory.

"This is the Mahavira Palace."

"Do you remember what that fang did here that day?"

"Well...... this"

The monk shook his head with a wry smile and said softly: "The little monk really doesn't know very well.

I passed by the door once that day and saw the donor kneeling in front of the Buddha...... Well, just kneel here. ”

As the monk spoke, he walked to the futon, then turned to Yang Shouwen and said, "As for what he did, I don't know. On that day, because of the sudden arrival of a good man in the temple, everyone was a little busy, and only came over during evening class. ”

"Donor, why don't you bring the mage, he may know more."

Yang Shouwen was noncommittal, and slowly walked to the Buddha, standing in front of the futon.

Raising his head, he glanced at the Maitreya Golden Buddha statue, lowered his head again, and looked at the futon.

After a moment of silence, Yang Shouwen suddenly knelt down on the futon, and then leaned forward, spread his hands outstretched, and touched the ground with his head.

It doesn't seem like much!

Yang Shouwen straightened up and shook his head.

He raised his head and was about to look at the Buddha statue again, but suddenly he felt a chill, and his hairs stood on end in an instant.

The door of the hall was open, and the moonlight shone through the gate and on the incense table.

Yang Shouwen clearly saw that a figure was reflected on the Buddha statue.

"Erlang, get down."

Yang Shouwen yelled, and then a lazy donkey rolled around.

In my ears, I heard only the sound of bowstrings, followed by a scream.

Yang Shouwen got up and picked up the big gun.

Although Yang Rui didn't know what was happening, the moment Yang Shouwen shouted, he instinctively lay on the ground. And the monk was looking out of the main hall with his eyes wide at this moment, and his eyes revealed a look of horror.

In his chest, a wooden arrowhead was inserted.

The eagle feathers on the tail of the arrow trembled, which was particularly real in the moonlight.

"Erlang, don't move while lying on your stomach."

Yang Shouwen didn't say a word, and rushed out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall with a gun. He had barely stepped one foot out of the threshold when he heard the sound of a bowstring, and a wooden arrow came at him. Yang Shouwen raised his gun and dialed it, and with a snap, he knocked the wooden arrow away.

At this moment, from under the steps of the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, two black shadows burst out.

Two bearded people with braided hair appeared in front of Yang Shouwen, one holding a big knife and the other holding a long sword, one left and one right. Sure enough, it's a fang! Yang Shouwen took advantage of the moonlight to see the appearance of the two fangs clearly.

However, he did not panic, his feet slammed, his body was slightly shortened, he screamed violently in his mouth, and a shot was stabbed.

The spear was as fast as lightning, startling the knife-wielding fang. He hurriedly raised his knife to block it, and heard a loud bang in his ears. Fangzi only felt a huge force coming, and the big knife in his hand could no longer hold it, and he fell to the ground.

He hurriedly shouted loudly, and another fang hurriedly stepped forward to stop Yang Shouwen.

But after seeing Yang Shouwen stabbing out with a shot, he snatched it away, and as soon as his footsteps slipped, his short body let go of the sword, and he stabbed out with another shot. This shot was faster than the one just now. The fangs of the knife could no longer dodge, so they heard a pop, and the tiger swallowed the big gun into the chest of the fang, and a puddle of blood sprayed on Yang Shouwen's face.

Zheng!

The bowstring sounded again.

From the time the two fangs came out to Yang Shouwen to kill one of them, it was only a matter of three or two breaths.

The archers hiding in the shadows obviously didn't expect Yang Shouwen to be so good, and hurriedly fired another arrow, but his mind was a little confused.

From the big tree in the temple, there was a shout.

Without waiting for Yang Shouwen to turn around, the sword-wielding fang jumped down from the square in three steps and two steps, running towards the gable wall with a brisk step. Yang Shouwen let go of the cold arrow, raised his foot and kicked the fangs of the knife to the ground, and then turned around and wanted to chase after him.

But by this time, the archers in the tree had also calmed down.

He jumped onto the courtyard wall, and the arrow shot three stars and reflected the moon. Seeing three stars flying, Yang Shouwen had to stop and dodge. It was this pause that made the sword's fangs leap up the gable, and then leap down with the archers.

Yang Shouwen hurriedly chased to the gable, the big gun in his hand was propped up on the ground, his body rose with strength, and he also jumped on the wall......

I saw that there was a lot of fog outside the gable, and the two fangs were nowhere to be found.