Until the end of the day, there was no sign of an Assassin night attack.

Everyone has been in a tense mood since the morning, and it is very exhausting, and at this point they are even more tired, and they have relaxed their vigilance. Nangong Qing was about to do another simple check-up, so he went down to rest, but suddenly heard a noisy sound in the distance, and everyone suddenly felt bad.

Hurriedly out of the courtyard, Nangong Qing saw the roaring firelight, not far away was red, shining around as if it was daylight. There was also a faint crackling sound, noisy human voices, as if fighting a fire.

"Not good! It seems to be the direction of the abbot's ashram! One of the monks who was in charge of caring for them suddenly exclaimed.

"Not good!" Several monks also reacted, and they didn't care about Luo Qingluan and the others, so they hurriedly took buckets and basins and rushed to the place where the fire was burning.

Luo Qingluan hadn't fallen asleep in the first place, but now he heard the cries for help outside, and quickly got up.

When I went out, I saw that Yong'an was at the door, and when I saw her come out, I hurriedly reported, "Miss, it seems that there is a fire in the quiet room, and now the monks have gone to put out the fire." ”

"Let's go, let's see." Luo Qingluan took Yongan and hurriedly walked towards the fire.

Before they could get closer, they saw that the ashram was already blazing, and a group of monks were fighting the fire. The scene was chaotic, some were in a hurry to put out the fire, and some were still chanting: "Amitabha, Buddha bless, abbot Jiren Tianxiang, must be safe......"

Buckets of water poured into the fire, billowing smoke rose into the sky, and the beams gradually collapsed, causing countless people to exclaim at every movement, and some even wanted to rush directly into it.

But the fire was too big, several monks rushed to the door, but they were forced back by the flames, and for a while they were helpless, everyone was so anxious that they could only put out the fire first.

Looking at everything in front of him, Luo Qingluan's heart sank, if Master Xianyun was really in the quiet room, he was only afraid of being more auspicious.

After half an hour, the fire in the ashram was finally extinguished.

A faint cloud of smoke curled up the sky, and the surroundings were filled with a strong smell of fireworks, mixed with a pungent smell, obviously fire oil!

"Miss, the quiet room has been doused with oil, otherwise it wouldn't be so difficult to extinguish." Yongan said.

Nodding, Luo Qingluan didn't speak, just watched the monks of Puji Temple rush in, rummaging around for the traces of Master Xianyun. The courtyard was filled with voices praying for the blessings of the heavens, hoping that the abbot would be lucky enough to survive, and countless people waited anxiously, hoping to get good news.

"Master! Master! But it didn't work out, and suddenly the monks wept bitterly in the ashram.

"Master, you can't leave us behind!"

"Master......"

When Luo Qingluan heard that the monks in the quiet room were like this, he understood that Master Xianyun must have encountered an accident. Her heart tightened, and she closed her eyes silently, thinking of Master Xianyun's immortal state, but now she was so unlucky, she couldn't help but sigh, and folded her hands in front of her chest.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The people who were waiting outside the ashram were shocked to hear the monks weeping.

Nangong Qing couldn't believe it: "Could it be that it is really Master Xianyun's accident?" No way? ”

In a moment, several monks brought out a charred corpse, unrecognizable, distorted, and unrecognizable. From a distance, it was almost charred, and his body had become a strange twisted state, which was simply miserable.

Enduring the discomfort in his heart, Luo Qingluan stepped forward to check if it was Master Xianyun.

So suddenly, she was almost reluctant to accept the fact.

"This corpse has been so badly destroyed, how can you be sure that it must be Master Xianyun?" Stopping in front of the monks, Luo Qingluan frowned, wanting to see a clue.

Zhiyuan clasped his hands together, but stopped her, saluted first, and then said, "Lord Luoshi, no." ”

He was so sad that he could hardly speak to himself, but he paused to hold back his grief before he said, "The ashram is the place where the abbot practices, and the abbot has always disliked being disturbed when he is practicing, so no one else enters the ashram. Now there is a fire in the quiet room, and there is only this corpse inside, so it can't be someone else, it must be the abbot. ”

Originally, the monks were still a little lucky, thinking that the corpse was seriously damaged, and they couldn't be sure that it must be the corpse of Master Xianyun. But now when I heard Senior Brother Zhiyuan say this, I suddenly gave up.

The monks had no luck and wept loudly.

"Alas......" Luo Qingluan was also dispelled by Zhiyuan's words.

"Amitabha, may the master go all the way and ascend to bliss as soon as possible." Luo Qingluan also folded his hands, then turned around and bowed to the master's corpse.

Su Yi on the side was also grief-stricken, and her face became more and more ugly.

Because of the Queen Mother's habits, Su Yi gradually learned to worship the Buddha, and in addition, she was originally kind-hearted, and she also had great reverence for Master Xianyun. Unexpectedly, it had only been a few days since she came to Puji Temple, and a generation of sages had fallen immortally, and it was because of her that Su Yi could hardly bear it when she suddenly saw such a terrifying corpse.

Touching her forehead, she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and she almost collapsed on the spot.

Nangong Qing hurriedly helped her: "What's the matter, does it matter?" Don't be sad, your body hasn't recovered yet, you can't grieve like this. ”

"If I hadn't come here, the master wouldn't have ......" Su Yi choked up, extremely self-reproachful.

"Don't think about it so much, the master's accident is the will of heaven, how can you say that it is your responsibility? I will definitely find out who is behind the scenes, and avenge the master, Su Yi, you must take care of your body, otherwise I will ......" Nangong Qing comforted Su Yi, helped her to the room to rest, and told Pearl Ruyi to take good care of her.

The situation is becoming more and more urgent, Master Xianyun has an accident, and the other party's methods are becoming more and more vicious and unexpected. Even Nangong Qing, as the Emperor of Western Chu, had a strong sense of powerlessness. There are only a few people around him, and he has no spare strength at all!

"Qingluan, now that the man in black is already ready to act, what do you have in mind?" Nangong Qing frowned and looked at Luo Qingluan, wanting to hear her analysis of the current situation and her strategy from her mouth.

Luo Qingluan only shook his head, pursed his lips and said, "Now our strength is limited, and we don't have enough knowledge of the situation of the man in black, so we can't act rashly." We can only try to be careful and wait for Yuan Xing to bring rescue troops. I guess they will be able to arrive at dawn, and we only need to wait until dawn to have foreign aid to turn the corner. ”

"But now it's more than two hours before dawn, and I'm afraid they'll take advantage of the darkness of the night to sneak up on them again."

Luo Qingluan wanted to say something, but before she could speak again, "Ah! A scream interrupted the conversation between them.

It was from the direction where the monks gathered, and then the sound of fighting with knives and sticks was heard, mixed with cries for help. Unexpectedly, while they were discussing, another group of black-clothed people attacked.

The monks of Puji Temple originally had martial arts, but just experienced the huge blow to them from the death of the abbot, and the spiritual sustenance collapsed, and in the face of the fierce attack of the man in black, the monks were defeated and retreated, and soon there were more than ten casualties.

As soon as Yongan saw the man in black coming, he hurriedly protected Luo Qingluan and Nangong Qing: "Miss, go quickly!" Your subordinates will be able to protect you! ”

Nangong Qing was in a hurry, and rushed towards Su Yi's room after a little hesitation, but after a while, Ao Xiuzhu, who had been in Dongfang Zhidie's room, also noticed the attack of the man in black and helped Dongfang Zhidie to escape. Everyone worked together to protect Luo Qingluan and other women in the middle, and Ao Xiuzhu Nangong Qing and others protected the periphery, and united a group of guards to continuously counterattack.

"That's them! Kill! One of the men in black seemed to be the leader, and ordered his men.

The black-clothed men rushed in their direction like a tide, and at a glance, there were almost twenty or thirty of them, fierce and vicious in the night, like death.

"Miss be careful!" Yongan exclaimed, and with another hand, he directly finished off a black-clothed man who pounced on them with a single sword, and the blood sprayed directly over, bringing out the rich smell of blood in the air. Yongan turned sideways again, blocking the blood that sprayed over, preventing it from being stained on Luo Qingluan and the others.

Nangong Qing, Yong'an and Ao Xiuzhu are all good, if they fight against the man in black alone, they must not be afraid. But now the difference between them is too great, and when one of the men in black falls, another one pounces on him, and his moves are fierce, as if they are not afraid of death.

Yongan and the others gradually became invincible with two fists and four hands, and in the face of such a number of black-clothed people, as if there was an endless stream, they gradually fell behind, and it became more and more difficult to deal with them.

Seeing this now, Luo Qingluan was even more worried, now Yuan Xing's reinforcements would definitely not be able to come, and Nangong Qing, Yong'an and Ao Xiuzhu were afraid that they had little strength left, and if they couldn't reverse the situation, they would not be good.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and lifted Luo Qingluan's hair, and the hair brushed over his eyes, causing Luo Qingluan to rub it. Suddenly, her heart moved, this wind came just in time, and she could use this wind to make some articles.

With a movement of his hand, Luo Qingluan touched his body, and his palm had already pinched a handful of medicinal powder. This is what she carries with her, all kinds of emergency life-saving things, if they are used well, they may be able to play a good role.

At this moment, a man in black dodged Yong'an's move and rushed at Luo Qingluan desperately, but Luo Qingluan had already prepared it, took advantage of the momentum, raised his hand, and spilled the medicinal powder.

The effect was wonderful, not only did the man in black fall in front of him, but at the same time, a gust of wind rose, instantly stunning several men in black next to him. Even through the face towel, it did not block the power of this medicinal powder, and it fell down with a few thuds, and the pressure of Yongan and the others suddenly decreased.

"Beware, don't go near her!" The man in black screamed and retreated.

The man in black who fell to the ground was not only unconscious, but in a moment he showed a state of convulsions, curled up his body, like a boiled shrimp, his body showed a strange posture, and the hearts of the black-clothed people around him sank.

With blazing eyes, the leader of the man in black stared at Luo Qingluan, and his heart was horrified.

I already knew that Princess Chu had good means, not only with excellent medical skills, but also with poison. Although the master had already reminded them, he still felt a sense of shock when he saw it with his own eyes.