The ancient temple is shrouded in a hazy night mist, like a silhouette floating on floating clouds, which is extraordinarily quiet and solemn.

The blue-gray ridge of the temple was bright or dark in the lamplight, and the same light or dark was the face of a young man.

"You are really lucky, there is an old monk with the best martial arts hidden in the White Horse Temple, and there is a ghost in Yangzhou City who can solve the world's strange poisons."

Prior to this, the White Horse Temple had gone through a vicious fight, and more than a dozen killers were ambushed, leaving only the delicate one, who was broken by Master Xuandu's ribs, sitting in a corner of the main hall, watching the resignation of everyone.

The poison saint was arguing with Cheng Chi, talking about the matter of other medical halls inviting him to sit for a consultation, a little monk hurriedly knocked on the door of Cheng'an Hall, and then the ghost and Cheng Chi hurried to the White Horse Temple.

Duan Ling'er sat on the futon, in the distance was an ancient forest surrounded by thousands of peaks, a few injured shadow guards not far from him were panting, and the monks of the White Horse Temple hurriedly bandaged them.

Duan Ling'er looked at the couplet in his hand and was silent.

For outsiders, there is no law in the law, and then they know that the law is not lawful;

The affairs of the world are still unfinished, so why not settle them.

Master Xuandu seemed to have nothing happening, closed his eyes and meditated on the side, and Xie Ci and King Xian looked at the delicate killer at this time.

The killer laughed at himself and let out a sad sigh: "You are really lucky, there is an old monk with superb martial arts hidden in the White Horse Temple, and there is a ghost in Yangzhou City who can solve the world's strange poisons." Completely wiped out a dozen of my people, and still survived intact, this is the only time I have ever seen it. ”

"You are the one who talks a lot in your Swallow Pavilion." Xie Ci looked at each other, and his tone was very flat.

The other party seems to be unwilling to fall behind: "You can be regarded as the most difficult one in the fast catch." ”

Xie Ci's arm could no longer move: "Zhuangzi in the suburbs is your stronghold, right......?" When did the people leave? ”

"You saved those two sisters, and in an hour the Zhuangzi was abolished."

"Xiuchun Pavilion is also your stronghold?"

The killer turned his face: "No. ”

"You were the one who poisoned the snack?"

"Yes."

Xie Ci was skeptical and paused: "Why do you want to do it today when there is a virtuous king?" You killed me, why do you want to involve people you can't afford to provoke? ”

The killer smiled: "Who said we were going to kill you today?" ”

King Xian and Duan Ling'er were both shocked, what, is the target to be killed today King Xian?

Xie Ci didn't seem too surprised, he had already heard that the Swallow Pavilion had failed to assassinate the Xian King once.

"I wanted to do two orders together, but I was careless." The killer gasped and endured the sharp pain in his chest: "You are so good at kung fu, who did you learn from?" ”

The pain in Xie Ci's arm was no lighter than that of this killer: "You are the second person to ask me, and the first one is also a person from your Swallow Pavilion." ”

"Oh?" A smile flashed on the killer's delicate face: "People from different groups of us generally rarely communicate, otherwise if we knew that you had such kung fu, we wouldn't have confronted you head-on." ”

Xie Ci's face froze slightly, chewed the killer's words for a moment, and asked a question that he knew would not have an answer: "Who instructed you?" ”

The killer propped himself up, sat up straight, and sure enough, did not speak again.

"Who instructed you to assassinate this king?"

King Xian had already stood up, holding a knife to the killer's neck, and the moonlight fell far on King Xian's face through the door of the main hall, shining into his dark eyes, and asked sharply, "Who is it?" ”

The killer looked at the handsome prince in front of him, and raised a sneer: "Is it true that the prince himself doesn't count in his heart?" ”

The whispered whisper, but with a strong sense of mockery, when King Xian heard this, it was as if he had been clicked in an instant, and the expression on his face condensed.

The light of the fire flickered, and the light in King Xian's eyes seemed to flicker with it, bright for a while, dark for a while.

Suddenly, King Xian's face changed, and he slashed at the killer's neck.

Blood splattered all over King Xian's body, and his subordinates, the killer stared at a pair of bright eyes, and fell down crookedly.

The faint moonlight was dim, and King Xian turned his head and looked at the two insiders in front of him for a moment of killing intent, but in an instant, reason made him become the original King Xian again: "Ah Ci, Miss Duan, today's matter, please keep it secret." ”

Xie Ci also entered the White Horse Temple to know that this Li Gongzi turned out to be Xian Wang Xun, the black blood on his hands was still not stopped, and he raised his face to look at Xian Wang: "The thief wants to rob the holy relics, and the three of us worship the Buddha in the White Horse Temple, and we happened to see it." ”

King Xian nodded, as if apologetically, "That's right." ”

Duan Ling'er kept looking at King Xian, and her heart sank even more.

The person in front of him is not the same as the virtuous king in his previous life, but if you think about it carefully, the intersection between yourself and the virtuous king in your previous life is not very much, maybe your understanding of this person and yourself is too one-sided.

After all, everyone has his secrets.

The person who is at the center of power is naturally also the center of secret.

Duan Ling'er rolled her eyes, she didn't have any interest in treacherous things in this life, but these things found herself.

also lost the life of the snow kite.

Not long after, the officers and soldiers rushed to the White Horse Temple, and the Song prefect fell to his knees panting, with an uneasy look on his face: "The minister is late, please forgive your highness." ”

The other guards of King Xian all knelt on the ground: "Master, we are late. ”

King Xian regained a clear expression: "The thief wanted to snatch the holy relics, and it was Xie Zhukuai who fought desperately with Master Xuandu to preserve the Buddha treasure. ”

From the temple gate to the main hall, the Song prefect had already seen a dead person, and the officers and soldiers cleaned up the dead with all hands and feet, and Master Xuandu, who had been silent, stood up, recited "Amitabha" to everyone, and turned to leave.

The Poison Saint and Cheng Chi hurriedly came and squatted beside Xie Ci to treat him.

King Xian said to the Song prefect and his guards: "This king will leave for Beijing tonight." ”

Governor Song was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses for a moment: "The minister will arrange an escort with strong martial arts." ”

King Xian walked out of the main hall, and his figure walked forward slowly, and suddenly stood still by the incense burner in the courtyard, turned his head, looked at Xie Ci and Duan Ling'er, and nodded slightly.

After saying goodbye like this, King Xian did not hesitate to leave the White Horse Temple.

The officers and soldiers followed behind, and the Song Governor deliberately slowed down.

looked at Xie Ci and Duan Ling'er: "Thank you, Miss Duan, will you go back to Yangzhou with me?" ”

The poison saint stretched out his hand: "No, this kid can't move now, he has to stay in this temple for one night tonight." ”

Duan Ling'er thought about it when she heard this, shook her head and said: "My lord, I bother your subordinates to help me bring a message to our house, just say that I will temporarily stay in the White Horse Temple tonight to seek Buddha, and I will go back tomorrow, please don't hang up at home." ”

Xie Ci frowned, turned his head to look at Duan Ling'er, and wanted to tell her to go back first, but met Duan Ling'er's eyes.

Duan Ling'er shook her head in silence.

A little monk ran over and made a Buddhist salute to everyone with his hands folded: "The abbot said that the north wing room is for several donors to live in today, and the donors are safe in the temple, please rest assured that they will stay."

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Seeing this, Governor Song had no choice but to nod hurriedly and leave with King Xian, who had already walked away.

After the officers and soldiers and the dead killers were gone, there was only a faint smell of blood in the hall reminding them of what had just happened.

Xie Ci leaned on the pillar of the main hall and looked at Duan Ling'er.

"Why don't you go home?"

Duan Ling'er took out the dried peony flowers in her purse, crumpled them and soaked them into the teacups given by the little monk one by one: "I'm still very messy in my heart, I want to talk to you, maybe it's better." ”

The Poison Saint and Cheng Chi were busy and didn't seem to listen to what the two of them said, but Xie Ci and Duan Ling'er both knew that they were listening.

Xie Ci smiled bitterly, and inhaled unconsciously because of the pain: "In the past, I heard that the companion is like a tiger, but today I have seen it." ”

"That's right." Duan Ling'er's tone was a little leisurely, looking at the other dried peony flower, looking at it for a while, and said thoughtfully: "Maybe one day you will become such a person." ”

"Who?"

"It's the people who accompany you, they can't figure out what you mean, they don't know what you think, you are uncertain, and others are like companions."

Xie Ci smiled with a pale face: "How is it possible." ”

Duan Ling'er took a flower branch and painted on the ground of the main hall: "What is that Swallow Pavilion?" ”

Xie Ci watched the Poison Sage put a circle of yellow powder on his wound, he gasped "hiss", a layer of cold sweat had already surfaced on his forehead, and he trembled and smiled: "The Swallow Pavilion should be an organization that raised a group of perverted, cruel and mysterious murderers. ”

Duan Ling'er didn't seem to notice that the thank you in front of her was in great pain: "Should it?" ”

Xie Ci gritted his teeth in pain, endured it for a long time, and replied tremblingly: "I guessed." ”

"Is it the same that they keep chasing you? Now Yangzhou may still be arranging a net of heaven and earth. ”

"I've killed a lot of them, and I'm investigating them......"

The moon peeked through the clouds and shone on the roof of the White Horse Temple, reflecting on the faces of several people in the main hall.

For a moment, Duan Ling'er's expression fluctuated slightly, and there was a phantom cast by the moonlight in his eyes: "I always feel that there is something wrong here." ”

The poison saint gave Xie Ci a wooden fish mallet and bit it horizontally in his mouth, and Cheng Chi nodded.

As soon as the two of them exerted their strength, the black hidden weapon was pulled out of Xie Ci's arm, and Xie Ci snorted in pain, almost fainting.

Duan Ling'er grabbed his head and took out the wooden fish mallet in his mouth, only to see two rows of deep tooth marks on it.

Apparently it hurt so much just now.

The gurgling black blood gushed out, and Cheng Chi took several stitches in a row before the blood gradually stopped.

Xie Ci's face was pale, and he smiled slightly at Duan Ling'er, the smile was still on his face, but the person had already fainted.

"The worst is over, now it's just a matter of rest." The poison saint cleaned up the mess: "Fortunately, you talked to him just now, diverted your attention, and didn't fall asleep." ”

Duan Ling'er nodded, handed Xie Ci's body into Cheng Chi's outstretched arm, and stood up by herself, her legs softened.

"Is the little girl alright?" Cheng Chi asked.

Duan Ling'er shook her head and slapped her numb leg twice.

The night wind blew the lanterns in the hall flickering, and the monks recited the Diamond Sutra to the dead.

The fire flickered, and the ghosts swept over like waves, and then the shadows dissipated in the aftermath of the scriptures.

All the sounds are silent, but there is still a ray of moonlight.