In a quaint alley in the Imperial City.

An old man walked into the teahouse, didn't even say hello, and went directly to the second floor.

In the private room on the second floor, a man dressed in silk satin was concentrating on making tea.

Push open the door, and the room is filled with the smell of tea.

The old man stepped forward and bowed: "Lord, I'm back." ”

The man who was cooking the tea was silent.

The old man looked a little panicked: "I'm sorry Lord, my plan failed. I didn't kill her......"

The man was burning the cup, and when he said that, he angrily threw the boiling water in the cup directly at the old man.

"Ahh The old man screamed violently, covered his face and fell to the ground, trembling all over, but he was still anxiously explaining: "I'm sorry Lord, I really didn't mean to. ”

"You told me you didn't mean to?" The man who cooked the tea finally spoke: "Knowing that she is a Di tribesman, what she is best at is equestrianism, you actually came up with such a bad way to deal with that woman?" You're still telling me you didn't mean to? ”

A large piece of skin had been peeled off the old man's face, and the red wound was dripping with blood, which was shocking.

But he didn't dare to scream anymore.

"Lord, spare your life! The old slave really didn't mean it! I was negligent......" the old man's plea choked in his throat.

"Spare your life? Hehe......" The slender fingertips of the man cooking tea stroked the edge of the purple sand cup, and played with the tea set in his hand intentionally or unintentionally: "I spare your life, when did others want to spare me?" Go, life is rare for seventy years, you are 70 years old, and you should have no regrets. Besides, I think only the dead can really keep their mouths shut. ”

"The old slave understands." The old man got up from the ground in despair, his voice a little hoarse and trembling: "...... The old slave obeyed. ”

With that, he walked to the window and pushed it open......

"Wait, I'm gone, you can jump down! During this time, I was eating fasting Buddha, and I didn't want to see this kind of scene. ”

"Yes!"

The man got up and walked out of the room, and when he went downstairs, there was a silver ingot on the table where he lived in the shopkeeper: "No need to look for it." ”

Without waiting for the shopkeeper's response, he walked out of the teahouse, the folding fan in his hand swaying slowly.

"Phew!"

Behind him, there was a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Oh no, someone jumped off the building!" The crowd in the street screamed in panic.

The man glanced back: the old man was already lying on the ground, and the white bloody brain was splashed far away......

"Old thing! I said what I didn't want to see......"

The man covered his eyes with a fan and walked away quickly.

……

Weilong Temple is not as grand and splendid as everyone thinks.

In fact, she looks like a very ordinary temple, but this is the only temple in the imperial city that is frequented by the royal family, so the incense burns continuously all year round, and there is an endless stream of worshippers.

Shan Muxi also heard that there was a high monk in this temple.

A monk who can predict the future.

Shan Muxi's trip was to pray for Guo'er, and she didn't want to predict any future.

Xianghe was playful, and said three or four times in front of Shan Muxi, intentionally or unintentionally, wanting her to test her future.

Shan Muxi pretended not to understand.

After incense, Shan Muxi knelt alone in front of the Buddha statue and meditated with his eyes closed.

Pu Jianfeng was standing next to Shan Muxi. He didn't believe in gods or ghosts, and he was a little bored standing there.

Someone walked into the main hall, and there were still three steps away from Shan Muxi.

Park Jianfeng's sword was not unsheathed, but it pointed at the person: "The royal family and nobles are here to worship, please do not approach the idlers." ”

The man's footsteps stopped, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Amitabha, in the eyes of the Buddha, all beings are equal. ”

Park Jianfeng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Not in my eyes." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and looked at Shan Muxi who was kneeling on the ground: "The donor's skeleton Qingqi should be the reincarnation of the Ninth Xiangfeng." ”

Nonsense! Shan Muxi turned his head and wanted to reprimand a few words, but found an old monk standing behind him.

The old monk was dressed in a gorgeous robe, with a thin face and pure eyes. The palms of the hands are clasped together, but they look vigorous and powerful, and the hands are not ordinarily large.

Could this be the legendary holy monk? Shan Muxi's words came to his mouth and swallowed again.

"Looking at the appearance of the donor, he is definitely the person who will be the mother of the world! But the donor is in trouble recently! I also experienced a risk today. The old monk said again.

"The holy monk really knew that I was in danger today. But don't say this kind of thing casually. For the Yunxi Kingdom Palace, I was purely passing by! Shan Muxi had an unruly smile on his face.

"No, no, no, don't be presumptuous! You really want to be the one who wants to be the mother of the world! The holy monk's expression was calm, but his tone was firm.

"I'm not interested in power, but since the holy monk is already here, why don't you help me knock on the chime? With the help of the holy monk to knock the chime, the Buddha must be able to know my heart better. ”

Shan Muxi is telling the truth, she still wants to travel the rivers and lakes, stay in the palace and watch them cheat, how boring this life is!

"Okay, I'll knock the chime for the nobleman."

The old monk answered, walked forward, picked up the small hammer next to the Buddha statue, and struck the chime bell.

"Knock-knock-knock"

That is, he struck four times in a row.

Shan Muxi kowtows again on incense.

"Although the beauty has the destiny of the mother, there are some things that you must pay attention to recently." The old monk looked at Pu Jianfeng, and there seemed to be some suspicion in his eyes: "Can the beauty take a step to speak?" ”

The old monk repeatedly emphasized that Shan Muxi would be a mother in the world, which made her always feel that something was wrong, so she looked at Park Jianfeng, who was standing next to her.

Pu Jianfeng hurriedly shook his head and motioned to Shan Muxi not to listen to this old monk.

Shan Muxi stepped forward and patted Pu Jianfeng on the shoulder: "You're good here—good...... Wait for me, I will listen to the teachings of the holy monks. ”

She deliberately stretched the word "good" a little long, and Park Jianfeng nodded suspiciously.

"Alright, Holy Monk, then let's go to the flower hall and take a step to talk." Shan Muxi's face was light and light.

The old monk nodded.

Shan Muxi walked forward, and the old monk followed.

Walk out of the main hall and turn into an alley.

Because the nobles in the palace are coming, today's Weilong Temple has been cleaned up.

Those who came to burn incense and worship the Buddha were blocked outside the temple gate, and they had to leave before they were allowed to enter.

So this alley is empty.

Shan Muxi walked in front, so quiet that she could almost hear her own footsteps.

The steps of the holy monk behind him are so light! Could it be that he has practiced light exercises?

Shan Muxi was thinking wildly, and suddenly felt a little cold in his neck.

A cold light flashed across her eyes......

Shan Muxi reacted, and the old monk held a dagger on her neck: "Beauty, I'm sorry, I was entrusted by people, loyal to people, and the old man is going to kill you today." ”

Shan Muxi didn't show any surprise: "You are not a monk at all!" ”

"Beauty is smart! But you know now it's too late! Don't blame me, beauty! It may be the life of a beauty to die in this Weilong Temple! ”

The old monk finished speaking, with a grim smile on his face.

And those eyes suddenly became murderous......