He did not believe in gods and Buddhas since he was a child, although Baoxiang Temple is the first temple in Daqi, but he did not accompany the emperor twice when he was young.

This temple is built on a mountain ridge, and the long stone steps follow the straight line of the ridge all the way up. Ascending the first small hill is considered to be stepping into the temple gate.

It is a courtyard temple, where people who burn incense and make vows rest. There are two pitch-black statues at the gate of the mountain, with fierce faces and very afraid of people.

After passing here, all the way down, turn to an upward mountain road, and reach the second temple, where the bodhisattvas and arhats are enshrined, and the temple is much larger than before. I worshiped here, and went all the way down, and then turned to a steep stone road, holding on to the iron lock and bluestone guardrail, and climbed up step by step, so as to see the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

The eaves are upturned, and there is a small bronze bell of antique bronze hanging, and every time there is a mountain breeze blowing, there is a crisp and pleasant sound.

Nan Jingpei stood quietly in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and looked up to see the Buddha statue enshrined on the case with his eyes lowered and looked at the world. Wearing a cloud brocade real gold eight auspicious Baolian pattern satin robe, a gilt orthography on the chest is particularly eye-catching.

There is a slender plate of incense hanging between the lotus pattern curtains in the hall, and it is faintly spitting out the ethereal fragrance. The smoke is upward, like a lone wisp of smoke left behind after a picnic on the desert Gobi, curling and steaming, straight up to the sky.

An old monk knocking on the wooden fish beside him was like a bell, sitting peacefully and not looking at him, his long eyebrows hanging straight to his ears.

He folded his hands and was about to bow down, when he heard someone moving behind him. Nan Jingpei turned his head to look, and it turned out to be an old monk wearing a robe and a ring scar on his head.

The old monk bowed slightly, his body looked so old, but he was full of confidence when he spoke, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was like a bell.

"The poor monk Guangrong has seen His Majesty the Emperor."

Nan Jingpei looked at him, hesitated slightly, and heard Donglai say: "Your Majesty, it is Guangrong, the abbot of Baoxiang Temple." ”

He had heard of this name, his former queen was obsessed with Buddhism, and often whispered in his ear, and now he finally matched this Guangrong abbot.

Guangrong looked Nan Jingpei up and down for a moment before he said leisurely: "His Majesty the Emperor is quite sad, isn't there something in his heart that can't be resolved?" ”

Nan Jingpei also followed his example and saluted him back, and said, "Abbot, I have doubts in my heart. ”

Guangrong lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "People in the world have doubts. ”

He looked anxiously at Guangrong, but the old monk was as steady as Mount Tai, as immovable as a Buddha statue.

Guangrong held the Zen staff in one hand, and raised the hand holding the Buddha beads slightly: "Your Majesty, please go to the meditation room with the poor monk." ”

He nodded, and told Donglai to wait in the temple.

The abbot of Guangrong led him through the side gate of the main hall, passed through the shade of a bamboo forest, and crossed a nine-curved stone bridge before arriving in the meditation room.

There are no special furnishings in the room, and there is a big Zen character hanging in the center. The woody fragrance is bursting, as if it is the smell of small leaves and green sandalwood.

Guangrong led him to sit on a bamboo futon, and he sat on the reed mat opposite. A new cup of tea was cooked on a small red clay stove, and the golden tea soup was poured into a small purple sand sunflower cup.

"Your Majesty, please have tea."

Nan Jingpei took the tea and pecked it shallowly.

He thought that Guangrong led him to the meditation room in order to answer questions and solve doubts, and to spit out the blocks in his chest with him in a pure place. But the old monk was very calm, not in a hurry, and sat opposite and drank tea.

Tea is good tea, and a teapot is also a good teapot. A small purple clay pot has been around for more than ten years from the perspective of color. I also know that this pot is used to cook tea every day, and over the years, the tea dirt has already invaded the body of the pot, even if you add a pot of boiling water, you can also smell the strong fragrance of tea.

The old monk didn't speak, and Nan Jingpei didn't know what the meaning of his move was, so he just drank a cup with him.

The meditation room was silent, and the sound of hair hitting the ground could be heard. The quieter the room, the more anxious his heart became. He had Shen Yunzhen hanging in his heart, and he was eager to find an answer from Abbot Guangrong. tried to speak several times, but was stopped by Guangrong.

"Your Majesty, please have tea." Guangrong lifted the teapot again and poured him a cup of tea.

He wanted to ask, but the old monk didn't look at him or talk to him much.

I heard that Zen is to be realized slowly, but he is really burning his eyebrows, and he can't bear it for a moment.

Seeing that Guangrong had nothing to say to him, he finally couldn't sit still and got up to leave.

The doorknob was made of logs, slightly hot from the midday sun, and he leaned over the doorknob, but a cacophony sounded in his ears.

He turned his head in surprise: "Abbot, what kind of voice is this?" ”

The old monk finally stood up and said leisurely: "It's the sound of fighting." ”

The old monk's eyes suddenly shot out a little cold light, walked over, and opened a mahogany box on the side of the wall.

He bent down and pulled out an old monk with blood on his lips from the box, with a short sword stuck in his chest, and the blood from the wound had coagulated and dried up.

Nan Jingpei was stunned, the deceased actually had the same face as the person in front of him!

I saw that the old monk in front of me had already peeled off the robes and Zen clothes on his body, revealing the innermost short brown cloth.

Nan Jingpei subconsciously took a step back and reached out to touch the saber on his belt. But the belt was empty, and he remembered that he had just gone up the mountain and passed by the sword tablet, and his sword had been collected by the monks in this temple.

The old monk reached for his chin and slowly lifted a flesh-colored face, revealing a swarthy face. He threw the dough on the ground, and finally showed his true face, which was actually a middle-aged strong man in his forties.

"Who are you?" Nan Jingpei asked in amazement.

"The emperor is really a noble man who forgets things, why doesn't he even recognize the slave?" He bared his teeth as he spoke, looking very fierce.

Armament? King Shin's close attendant is armed?!

Nan Jingpei had no intention of staying, but the door of the meditation room was locked from the outside.

"What Lord Wenyuan said is indeed right, the faint monarch is obsessed with beauty. As long as he firmly controls the Shen family, the faint monarch will throw himself into the net. ”

"You poisoned her?" Nan Jingpei narrowed his eyes and looked at Wu Bei fiercely.

"This is called striking from east to west, and it is called four or two thousand catties." Wu Bei laughed loudly: "The emperor doesn't need to call an escort, this is a remote place, even if he calls, he can't hear it." Besides, the emperor's internal guards are fighting with King Xin's brave army at the moment, and I am afraid that they will not be able to be distracted. ”

It is said that it is a brave army, but it is just the hundreds of bandits and bandits that King Shin has just gathered. But when you're behind bars, even a small thorn can hurt someone.

Wu Bei said, shook his hand and took out a two-foot long sword from his sleeve, held it in his hand, and walked towards the emperor.

There was nothing else in the room, except for a Boshan stove standing in the window. Wu Bei swung his sword at him, and in a hurry, he had to grab the Boshan furnace, and blocked it with his backhand, only to be numb.

Wu Bei also took two steps back, and only then did he stand firm with his sword.

Another sword stabbed at the emperor's waist, and Nan Jingpei flashed to the left, and was blocked by the pillar in the room. Wu Bei took the sword as a sword, and slashed straight at his neck. Nan Jingpei bent down again, and will dodge.

He tried to fight back, but he felt weak all over, and his fist was like a weak cotton bale, and after a while, he felt that he could not even stand on his feet.

There is medicine in the tea!

Wu Bei saw that he was getting weaker and weaker, and his forehead was already covered in fine and dense sweat, and he smiled with his sword: "This is the numbness and crisp tendons of the Northern Cold, how does the emperor feel about it?" ”

A rush of footsteps was heard in the courtyard, and it was Donglai who shouted: "Emperor, Emperor!" ”

"Here!" He shouted as he rushed east, but his voice was soft.

Donglai recognized Nan Jingpei's voice, rushed up and kicked the door open. He had no weapons, but with a dusty brass gilt rod in his hand, he snatched an Assassin's knife empty-handed.

He entered the meditation room and saw that the emperor was empty-handed, and was forced to dodge left and right by the armed equipment.

This weapon was given to King Xin by the first emperor as a guard, and he learned a good martial art since he was a child. Although Donglai is putting on a deadly offensive, in terms of armament, it is just a moment of madness.

There is a temporary block from the east, and Nan Jingpei can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and the mountain gate naturally can't get out, and they can only hide in the back mountain.

The order that Wu Bei got was to capture the emperor alive, and he originally wanted to use medicine to tie up the emperor with hemp, but he didn't want to kill him from the east. He did not dare to ask people to release their arrows, but when he saw that one of their masters and servants had gone to the back mountain, he took up his sword and chased after them.

Donglai held a knife in one hand and Nan Jingpei in the other. Nan Jingpei's steps were unsteady, but his consciousness was still clear, and he only followed Donglai and stumbled towards the back mountain.

The midday sun was so fierce that it was so hard that one could barely open his eyes.

There is no way back to the mountain, only a straight cliff thousands of feet high. The cliff wall is bare, only a few dead branches slanting horizontally. The branches were no thicker than the forearms, and they couldn't hold anything heavy.

Under the cliff is a turbulent river, and when you look down, you will be dizzy when you look straight at it. I don't know how deep the water is, or if there are strange rocks underneath.

Wu Bei hooked the corners of his lips, followed by more than a dozen assassins with knives, except for Wu Bei, all of them were masked with black veils, revealing only a pair of eyes full of evil energy.

Wu Bei indifferently raised his eyebrows at Nan Jingpei and said, "His Royal Highness King Xin has a decree to capture the Dog Emperor alive." ”

Purpose? With him, a rebellious minister and thief, he is also worthy of using "purpose"?

Donglai snorted lightly: "Captured alive? First of all, I have to ask my grandfather about the knife in his hand! ”

The emperor and Donglai both stood on the edge of the cliff, not moving.

"Don't struggle, the internal guard won't be able to make it." Wu Bei shook his hand and said to the assassins, "Take it for me." ”

"Don't move!" Donglai held a knife and shouted: "Whoever dares to step forward, grandpa, I will take his dog's life!" ”

Although there are Shin King's divine warriors pestering the palace guards, it is only a delay after all.

Is the bandit and rogue the opponent of the Great Qi Internal Guard?

Wu Bei also knew that a stalemate with them was equivalent to a missed opportunity, and it was difficult to defeat four hands with two fists, not to mention that the two masters and servants were not masters, even if they were powerful in their own family, were they still afraid of their four fists and a knife?

What's more, Nan Jingpei has already been numb, let alone resisting, and even the road is unstable.

"Don't talk nonsense, give it to me!"