Western suburbs, foothills.

The white-robed monk sat quietly under the dead tree, his eyes drooping slightly, carefully stroking the rubbing scriptures, his thin lips closed together, and he recited the scriptures in a low voice.

Qianwan lazily reclined on the trunk of the tree, one hand behind his ear, the red yarn moved slowly with the wind, and his cold eyes looked at the ancient temple in the middle of the mountain, listened to him read a few paragraphs, and said, "You go." ”

My aunt and grandmother walked for half a month to arrive at this Lingyin Temple, which was delayed for a long time.

Looking for the stone cardamom, I don't know how long it will take.

Xuanji's hand trembled, and he slowly closed the scroll, knowing that she had the intention of walking alone, so he said, "Okay." ”

Qianwan glanced at him, "I watched you go in." ”

"If it......" Xuanji rolled up his sleeves with some hesitation, and stopped talking, leaving only one word on his lips, "...... Kindness. ”

It's pointless to ask.

Xuanji clutched the Buddha beads, smoothed the wrinkles on the robe, stood up with a tin staff, followed the bell in the temple, and went up the stone steps.

Qianye watched him walk away, leaned against the branch and closed his eyes, and suddenly felt that the ringing of the bell in this temple was extremely noisy.

The milk doll has now returned to Lingyin Temple, so it is safer, and it is convenient for my aunt and grandmother to go back and explore.

Liu Pei and the others, Sai Jinhua, Rakshasa , the dead Hu'er Niang, the secret door, the sealed Jinshui Town, and ...... The man who shot a cold arrow at the milk doll.

These things, stacked on top of each other, one after another, make people have no time to react, and now when I think about it, I always feel that something is missing.

Sai Jinhua wanted to lead them to the well to investigate, and he must have set a trap there earlier.

Although it is more like a Hongmen banquet, this may also be the key to picking up the secret door.

And......

She still doesn't know why Qin Wen suddenly wanted to put the milk doll to death, and the previous courtesy and guilt were not like a disguise.

But the person who was behind the stone wall that day and shot cold arrows at them was Mu Qing, who was chasing after them in a hurry.

She knows Mu Qing's light skills.

Rakshasa has nothing to do with Xuanji, and he doesn't care about his identity being exposed at all, so the arrow he shot after Mu Qing is not to take people's lives.

It's like ......

Intercept arrows to save people.

Qianwan opened her eyes suddenly, looked at the figure that had long disappeared on the stone steps, squinted slightly, and slowly, clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand.

If that's what she guessed, then everything seems reasonable.

However, the mystery ......

What kind of role are you in it?

……

Ten days later, the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

A little novice hurriedly ran in, handed a sign to the monk in charge, and said, "Senior brother in charge, this is an excerpt from Master Veegoo's scriptures. ”

The monk in charge took the sign, opened the account book to check the scriptures, and asked, "I remember, Xuanji came back a few days ago, why did Huigu still ask you to come?" ”

Xiao Shami frowned and whispered, "Senior Brother Xuanji is under house arrest. ”

This was a strange thing, and the monk in charge looked shocked, "Do you know what happened?" ”

"I don't know the specifics, it seems that I have violated the precepts, oh senior brother in charge, you give me the scriptures quickly, if it is late, it is not good." Little Shami grimaced.

"Come with me." The monk in charge saw his frizzy appearance, patted his head, and pretended to be disgusted, "It's not as steady as your senior brother Xuanji." ”

Xiao Shami protected his head and nodded honestly, the senior brother in charge was indeed telling the truth.

Inside the temple, the ordination room.

In the dim and empty hut, a person sat on his knees, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand, reciting the scriptures silently in his mouth, and his plain white clothes were stained with some dust, and it seemed that he had been closed here for a long time.

The door creaked, and some light came in, but the young monk did not move.

Veegoo sighed, "Xuanji, it's been ten days, don't you still want to come out?" ”

Xuanji clasped the sandalwood beads, his face pale, "The disciple is guilty." ”