The person who spoke was the monk Jueran.

I don't know when, he stopped singing, and looked at Yang Jincheng standing beside him with a pair of bright eyes.

Yang Jincheng asked: "The master chanted here day and night, he must have seen the saint, did the saint say anything to the master?" ”

Monk Jueran smiled: "The saint drove the crane to the west, and he never showed the poor monks. ”

"Since this is the case, then the master's scripture is read in vain, come on, please go out of the master!" Yang Jincheng's voice was not high, but it was chilling.

Eight chamberlains and palace maids trembled even more, Jueran monk is a senior monk of Daxiangguo Temple, and Daxiangguo Temple is a royal temple, although Yang Jincheng is noble, but after all, he is only a relative, since the establishment of the Taizu Dynasty, no relative has dared to do anything to the monk of Daxiangsi.

Yang Jincheng was the first.

Is this still the Yang Jincheng they have seen?

That Yang Shizi, who is as warm as jade?

The chamberlain and the palace maid didn't dare to raise their heads, and two Yulin soldiers came over, one left and one right, and the monk Jueran was set up from the futon, and dragged him to the outside of the main hall.

"Stop, Hugh is rude to my master!" The voice was not pleasant, with the characteristic sharpness of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

Yang Jincheng slowly turned his head and looked at the young monk who had just stood up.

"You said you've been in Daxiangguo Temple for five years?" He asked in a deep voice.

Wuqing nodded: "Yes, the little monk has been in the temple for five years. ”

"What about your family?" Yang Jincheng asked again.

"The little monk's parents are dead, and he has no family for a long time." Wuqing held his head high, he was thin and thin when he was young, and the wide monk's robe was wrapped around his body, making him even more handy.

Yang Jincheng sighed, a little helpless, and said to the two Yulin Jun: "Don't be embarrassed by the master, by the way, along with this little master, please go out too." ”

Two more Yulin soldiers came over to pull Wuqing, Wuqing dusted off the monk's robe, and said coldly: "The little monk will go by himself." ”

With that, he strode out of the hall.

The two Yulin soldiers who had previously held the monk Jueran also let go. Yang Jincheng looked at the backs of the two monks, one old and one young, until their master and apprentice disappeared at the door of the main hall, and then he looked at the huge coffin again, and repeated what he had said again.

The hall is silent.

Suddenly, a figure flew down from the top of the coffin, he fell to the ground, lightning and thunder rushed towards Yang Jincheng, and the long sword in his hand stabbed Yang Jincheng's chest as a chest!

All this came too fast, and it was almost when the man's sword pointed in front of Yang Jincheng that the Yulin Army on the side moved.

Their movements are not slow, or they are fast enough, but it is a pity that the eight chamberlains and palace maids do not know martial arts, otherwise they must be able to see that the person with such fast skills will never be an ordinary Yulin army.

Unfortunately, they were still not as fast as that man, and that man's sword pierced Yang Jincheng's chest, and they had just surrounded the two.

Six men and six swords, all pointed at that man.

Only then did they see the man's appearance clearly, he was dressed in black and pants, even his hair and face were wrapped in black scarves, and like Yang Jincheng, he only showed two eyes. He was thin, not just thin, but ridiculously thin, and it was the first time that the six Yulin soldiers had seen a person who was so thin that he was not shaky, but moved like a rabbit.

He stood there like a long, thin bamboo pole, and the six Yulin soldiers and Yang Jincheng had not seen clearly until now that he was holding not a sword, but a bamboo pole, a sharpened bamboo pole.

One end of the bamboo pole had already pierced Yang Jincheng's chest, and blood flowed into the bamboo pole and came out from the other end.

The other end of the bamboo pole was in the man's hand, and blood was dripping to the ground.

Yang Jincheng was speechless, and his life seemed to be dripping with blood little by little.

"You're not Yang Jincheng? Who are you? The man with the bamboo pole asked.

Yang Jincheng's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't speak, and he couldn't speak.

At this moment, several more people rushed in from outside the main hall, they were all young, and their clothes were all sorted, and they looked like a group of ordinary people.

Several people rushed in, slashed without saying a word, and the person holding the bamboo pole dodged away, and with force in his hand, the bamboo pole penetrated Yang Jincheng's body.

He pulled out his bamboo pole and stabbed at one of the Yulin soldiers.

Someone shouted: "It's not good, he killed Yang Shizi!" ”

The few people who had just come in immediately panicked, and they didn't care about anything else, so they dragged Yang Jincheng on the ground and ran outside.

The man with the bamboo pole did not chase after him, but fought with the Yulin army with one enemy and six enemies.

There is a blood hole in Yang Jincheng's chest, the blood is bubbling like a spring, several people are hurriedly dragging him out, there is a lamp outside the Shouhuang Palace, the light shines on the ground paved with gravel, white light, as if sprinkled with mercury.

They panicked and were afraid that the people behind them would catch up, so they ran forward along the road, but they didn't run far, and another team of Yulin soldiers came over, and saw them shouting: "Who are you? ”

Several people panicked, and one of them fell in fright.

"Yes...... It was the prince of the protector of the country, and he was injured. Fortunately, there is also a clever one, and he hurriedly said.

The Yulin Army led by them glanced at the person who was dragged to the ground by them, and said, "This person is the prince of the Protector of the Kingdom?" You talk in your sleep, don't you? ”

"It's true, he's injured, we're going to take him to treatment right away." The man said.

A Yulin army approached and whispered a few words in the ear of his companion, and the companion waved his hand and said to the people, "Get out." ”

A few people didn't bother to thank them, dragged the injured man and continued to run forward, and suddenly, the Yulin army who had already walked over shouted: "Catch them, they are Tartar spies!" ”

These people were shocked again, how did they become spies? Isn't it all said that as long as they protect the prince of the country, this errand will be completed? also said that the Yulin Army had greeted them and would cooperate with them.

Before they could react, a knife flew over and landed on Yang Jincheng's neck.

By the time they found out that something was wrong, Yang Jincheng's head had been separated from his neck.

How so? How so? Yang Jincheng was actually killed in their hands?

"We're Flying Fish, we're not spies, this is really ......"

Without waiting for this person to finish speaking, the shrimp head covered his mouth, and then smiled at Yu Linjun who came over, and said, "We didn't protect Yang Shizi, we were derelict in our duties, and we were willing to be punished." ”

After saying that, he threw away the knife in his hand, and several other people were still confused, and when they saw that he threw the knife, they also threw the knife away, and grabbed it.

The Yulin army escorted them away, and some people came and collected the corpses on the ground, and another brought water and poured a bucket of water on the ground, and after a while, the place was calm again, as if no one had ever been killed here.