It's just an ordinary piece of mutton fat jade, and the color is not very transparent, so it is not superior, but it is a treasure that the master has enshrined in front of the Buddha for nearly fifty years.

It has long been contaminated with the fragrance of Buddha and is full of spirituality.

The jade plaque the size of the little baby's palm was extremely warm in the palm of his hand, and the master closed his eyes and recited a scripture before handing it to Jingwei: "You hang it on your chest, and you carry it every day, you will be able to turn evil into good fortune and keep you safe." ”

Jing Wei knelt down and kowtowed vigorously, before he cautiously took the jade plate: "Master, thank you for giving me this jade plate, it's just ...... Can I give this jade medal to my family, who is on the front line to defend the people of the country, he is in a more dangerous situation than me, I, I want this jade plate to protect him......"

The master looked at the silence for a long time, and suddenly sighed and sang a Buddha horn: "Amitabha, it seems that it is really the will of heaven that cannot be violated." ”

This jade plaque was originally given to her by him because he saw her intelligence and kindness, so he gave it to her, but she insisted on giving it to others, which shows that this disaster will fall on her no matter what, and he has done what he should do, and now he can only see whether this little girl can survive this danger safely.

If you really get through it, the road will be open, and there will be no more winds and waves.

"Little girl, the old monk has one more mouth, in late November, be careful of the sword and gun without eyes."

Jingwei sincerely thanked her again, said goodbye to the master, carefully put away the jade plate, and left the meditation room.

It was almost noon when I left the meditation room, and I don't know what happened in the temple, suddenly most of the pilgrims were missing, and the monks were in a hurry.

Jing Wei thought that Fang Caiyu and his wife suddenly left in a hurry, and couldn't help but hang up in their hearts, could it be that something dangerous happened?

Inexplicably, she was anxious and worried, as if she had touched her heart, and Jingwei didn't know why she was so concerned about Mrs. Yu's safety, maybe because she was really a very good elder, maybe because she helped her a lot in her previous life.

Jingwei couldn't help but want to go to Mrs. Yu, but was stopped by the monk in the temple: "Little girl, something happened in the temple, the front mountain gate is under martial law, if you are not in a hurry to go down the mountain, just wait in the main hall for a while, if you are in a hurry to go down the mountain, just go to the back mountain gate, at this time the back mountain gate is not under martial law, but it is a little remote and difficult to walk......"

Before the monk finished speaking, Jingwei hurriedly thanked him, turned around and hurried to the mountain gate behind.

After passing through several large halls, it became more and more inaccessible, and when it reached the back mountain gate, it was almost impossible to see the pilgrims again.

When I went up in the morning, the sun was still warm, but after the sun had penetrated into the clouds, the mountain gradually became foggy.

The cold wind blew, and he subconsciously wrapped the down jacket on his body, the clouds gradually thickened, and the sky was mostly obscured, gradually dimming his vision.

Jingwei didn't hesitate too much, and walked quickly towards the back mountain gate.

She was worried about Mrs. Yu's safety, and she just wanted to see her leave safe and sound in person before she could leave with confidence.

The mountain gate is not far away, and you can get around this mountain range, and you can't help but speed up your pace.

When walking past the stiff dead wood frozen by ice and snow, Jingwei's originally fast footsteps suddenly paused, and in the cold wind, she subconsciously looked back at the dead wood, and suddenly her heart tensed.

A bright red blood stain spread on the snow, and in the middle of the pool of blood, a young man dressed in black, with a blood stain on the corner of his lips and a trace of evil qi around his body, his slender phoenix eyes were as cold as snow and frost, and he looked at Jing Wei fixedly, and the dagger in his hand cut the throat of the person in front of him in the blink of an eye.