This is a white domed tower, when the weather is fine, the sun shines on it, the whole building seems to be crossed by a layer of divine light, high and holy, the nine eaves on it are lined up in turn, the copper bell falls, the wind blows, the copper bell sways with the wind, the amazing thing is that there is no little sound flowing out, but the monks who are in a hurry will slow down every time they pass here, if they see the copper bell swaying with the wind, they will stop to say goodbye to the Buddha.

It's just that at this time, the usually respected White Tower is surrounded by a group of black-clothed black guards, and there are still blood stains on the ground, a young novice who looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, fell on the ground in front of the White Tower, a barbed steel knife is inserted in his heart, and is being turned left and right at a deliberately slow and painful speed, the original clean wrists and ankles of the little novice are separated by people, and the blood flows along the wound with thin blood lines, slowly flowing everywhere, and the little novice wants to cry out in pain, It's just that the throat is crushed by life, and it can only make a ho-ho noise like a broken bellows.

There were rows of bald monks kneeling in front of the White Tower, and some people couldn't bear to see the miserable situation of the same door, and wanted to make a sound, but they were held down by the same door next to them. He was sad and helpless, the strength of his hand was like pinching his wrist, he didn't feel any pain at all, he knew that this was a warning from his door, and if he really wanted to touch it, he would only end up with a broken limb and torture to death.

He knelt on the ground, looked into the tower, and faintly saw that the master who was originally sitting cross-legged and reciting the scriptures suddenly knelt down in the direction of a shadow, and only a little gray robe corner was revealed on the shadow side, and the slowly flowing lights in the tower seemed to be afraid of the corner of the robe, and they all lowered the flames, hoping not to be noticed by the man.

The master knelt on the ground and pleaded with the black figure: "Master Li, God has the virtue of a good life, give that child a good time." ”

The black figure looked down at the carved pattern on the windowsill, as if he thought it was interesting, and the hands that were overlapping behind his back suddenly bent, and the thumb of his right hand touched the thumb of his left hand.

The guards guarding the door immediately made a gesture to the door, and the guards turned the bayonet deeply again, and suddenly the sound of ho ho suddenly shouted, the sound was not very loud, even a little weak, but when the whole audience was silent, it was a person who was extremely concerned about everyone's eyes, and no matter how small the voice was, it exploded in everyone's hearts like thunder.

The master bowed to the ground: "Marquis Anping, please kill the old man." ”

That Li Hou Ye finally turned around, this person's face is very young, looking at the past is only double ten years old, the complexion on his face is too white, as if he has not seen the sun for many years, white and even a little transparent, and this person's eyebrows and eyes are extremely dark, this kind of light and deep contradictory face, it is easy to make people feel hairy in the bottom of their hearts, his lips are extremely thin, and the lip color is just like the crimson on the girl's face.

In the capital, Anping Hou, who can make children stop crying just by relying on his face, really lives up to his reputation.

The master looked at that face, and only hated himself for being a demon obstacle at that time, harming others and himself.