Monk Zhenguang led her to the backyard of the temple, and introduced her to the various temples in the temple as she went.

"This side hall was also completed last year, and a few painters were found to work in it at this time, and now it is the harvest season for crops in the field, and it is difficult to find workers, if the female benefactor has good painting skills and good craftsmanship, she can stay and do work."

Du Ruo nodded, followed him to the door of the side hall and stopped, glanced inside, and saw that the hall was empty, and several painters were climbing ladders and standing on a high place to build walls and paint colors, talking to each other.

Such a bold and rough painter, Du Ruo saw it in his eyes, and he also knew it in his heart.

She could.

"Master, apart from shaping Buddha statues and painting on the wall, is there any other work to do?" She asked.

"Some Buddha statues are a long time old, the paint peels off, needs to be re-painted, the portrait on the wall of the hall is discolored and falls off by moisture, and it must also be repaired, the Buddha and Bodhisattva enshrined in the new hall also have to be painted, the image of the mountain temple, and the presiding officer instructed that the deeds of the Buddha during his lifetime will be painted and compiled into a book, for people to read, there are many miscellaneous things in the temple, I am afraid that it will not be completed in a short time."

Du Ruo nodded, she could do a lot.

Mahiro led her forward again.

The winding path leads to the secluded place, the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep, and the boiling sound of the pilgrims in front of them gradually goes down.

Invited into a wide and bright meditation room, Du Ruo sat down, carefully looked at the things in the room, Zhenguang also sat down cross-legged on the other side, and immediately a monk came in to pour tea and water, Zhenguang instructed him to lay paper and ink.

She got up and sat down in front of the low table, and Mahiro made a gesture of invitation to her.

Du Ruo smiled slightly, remembering that a few days ago she secretly flipped through Song Ju'an's book, and saw a picture album in it, which contained an illustration of a solemn Buddha, which is still fresh in her memory.

Although she doesn't know much about Buddhism, she also knows that although the Buddha statues are similar, the different handprints of the Buddha statues represent different identities or different teachings.

Monk Zhenguang sat there and chanted silently.

Du Ruo is very serious in painting, in modern times she is also very familiar with the painting steps of the ancients, and at this moment she is even more confident, she can't do the work that needs to climb, but everything else can be.

After a cup of tea, "Why don't you take a break and paint again?" Mahiro asked.

Du Ruo hurriedly said: "No, I'm coloring now, I hope the master won't be in a hurry, and I'll delay the master's work." ”

She lowered her head and continued to paint and color.

The moment she looked down, a strange feeling flashed in her heart.

Little lady?!

She quickly raised her head and glanced at Zhenguang, but saw that he was squinting at herself with a smile, the string of Buddhist beads in his hand was flicking around, and the monk's honest and charitable face was like a ruffian in the street at this time. It's like a person who has suddenly changed, and an honest monk has become a pervert who is a thief.

"The little lady is very good at drawing, put down the pen first, and do something else with me, okay?" He said with a hippie smile, put the beads in his hand aside, and got up from the futon and walked towards her.

Du Ruo looked at him in surprise, and many thoughts flashed quickly in his heart, such as the adultery that happened near Qingyang Temple and Sanqing Mountain, and the disappearance of the woman......

"The little lady is so good-looking! Glamorous and not coquettish! At first glance, it makes people's hearts itch, and I want to hold it in my arms and love it! How about staying in this temple to paint and accompany me in the future? Let's make a pair of cross-necked mandarin ducks! He completely revealed his true face of obscenity and obscenity, a pair of eyes rolled drippingly, looking up and down Du Ruo's body, and couldn't wait to strip her naked and ravage!

The little lady's appearance and posture were very close to his eyes.

"You're not a monk in the temple?!"

"Does the little lady like monks?"

Du Ruo hurriedly pushed away the low table and stood up, but he came over and hugged him, up and down his hands.

Du Ruo shouted 'help' and kicked and hit him, but the disparity in strength was so great that he couldn't break free at all. Struggling to resist, the monk hugged her waist, touched her face, and pulled out a cloth tie to tie her hands behind her back.

Du Ruo was pushed to the ground by him, and her mouth was filled with something and she couldn't shout for help, she curled up and stared at him hard.

If Han Liang couldn't wait for her, he didn't know if he would go into the temple to look around, if he thought he had left alone, it would be bad!

Zhenguang squatted down, rubbed her chin with his wide calloused palm, stretched out his head to sniff greedily in her hair, looked at her carefully for a moment, and said with a triumphant smile: "Don't struggle! You can't run away! Look at this pretty look, the face is smooth and tender, and the eyes seem to be able to speak, it really makes the master feel distressed! Don't be afraid, I will love you so much! ”

He stood in front of her, ripped off his shirt, revealing a dark and strong chest with a tiger tattooed on his chest, fluffy trouser legs, and a black belt around his waist, and was about to loosen his belt when he heard a series of knocks on the door outside.

"Who?!" He asked viciously.

"Senior brother, I'm Ruguan!" The door of the room was pushed open from the face, and a monk ran in in a panic and sweating, and when he saw the situation in the room, he didn't seem to see it, and he folded his hands and said to Zhenguang: "Uncle Shi, Wuxian Ling has brought people to the temple!" ”

Zhenguang raised his eyebrows, his hands clenched into fists, his green muscles burst out, and he laughed arrogantly and said, "What if Wu Dajiang's waste comes?!" Take your brother and kill him, and don't leave a piece of armor behind! ”

Ruguan stood there trembling with his body, "The host asked you to go over as soon as possible!" ”

Zhenguang glanced at Du Ruo, sneered and pinched her chin and said, "Little lady!" Wait for me to come back and hurt you! With that, he quickly got dressed and walked out, and with a click, the door was locked from the outside.

The hairs standing up on Du Ruo's body relaxed suddenly, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths before calming down.

Wuxian Ling brought people here? Could it be that the Wuxian Commander noticed that something was wrong in the temple? If she had been saved.

She is probably not the first, nor the last, the woman who was killed in the City God Temple is very likely to be done by this monk named Zhenguang! Qingyang Temple is strange inside and out!

You can't put your hopes in others to save yourself.

His hands were tied behind his back, and he still had something stuffed in his mouth, but fortunately he didn't tie his legs.

Du Ruo moved for a long time, finally turned over and stood up, walked to the table, sharpened the rope that tied her hands behind her back a few times, looked around, there were no sharp knives, she was thinking of a way to pay attention to the movement at the door.

Zhenguang was called to see Wuxian Ling, and she shouldn't be able to rush back in a short time, she has to run away before he comes back!

The longer it takes, the more her heart beats, the whole person seems to be soaked in water, her whole body is soaked with sweat, the rope is tied very tightly, and her hands are painful.

Du Ruo's gaze fell on the incense burner, and the sandalwood on the tip of his nose seemed to be absent.

She hurriedly turned her back, pulled out the incense that had been inserted in the incense burner, walked to the hanging curtain, carefully placed the burning incense on it, turned around and knelt on the ground, and carefully blew on it.

After blowing for a while, the curtain gradually burned out of a hole, and with sparks, jumped out of the flames, and she reflexively hung the cloth tied to her hands on the fire, and the flames flew up.

The fabric burned quickly, and although she tried her best to prop it out, she was afraid of burning her clothes, and her hands were also burned by the fire.

As soon as the knot was opened, the two hands were immediately freed.

Du Ruo hurriedly took out the stuff in her mouth, ran over to open the window, but the wooden window had already been nailed outside, and she couldn't open it anyway, she didn't dare to shout, for fear of attracting a monk with bad intentions, and in a blink of an eye, she saw that the curtain on the other side had been burning, and the flames were burning very high, even to the roof.

She ran over and lifted the teapot on the table and splashed it, but it was a drop in the bucket.

I can't get out, I can only wait to be burned to death.

Du Ruo had no choice but to go to the door and shout.

"Help!"

"Someone's coming!"

"It's on fire!"

The curtain burned for the most part, and suddenly broke off in the middle and fell on the futon, and the futon also burned, and the room was filled with choking smoke.

Du Ruo splashed the water in the teacup on the silk, covered his mouth and nose and continued to call for help.

There was movement outside, and it seemed that someone was smashing the lock.

Du Ruo had a glimmer of hope in his heart, and hurriedly shouted: "Help me!" It's on fire inside! ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll get you out!" There is humanity outside.

Degrees and seconds are like years.

The iron lock fell to the ground, and the door was finally opened from the outside.

A monk stood anxiously at the door and said to her, "Female benefactor! Get out of here with me! ”

Du Ruo nodded and hurriedly ran after him.

The monk led her along a brisk path.

"This is not the way out of the temple?" Du Ruo asked in a panic.

"You can't go in the front yard, you can only leave from the back mountain!" The monk explained.

"Isn't the Wuxian Order in the temple? I'm going to report to the police! Du Ruo suddenly stopped and said to him.

"You can't report to the police now!" The monk also hurriedly stopped.

"Why can't you report to the police? Are you the same as that Mahiro? She took two steps back, instinctively no longer believing the monk here, and turned to run to the front yard.

"Uncle Zhenluo asked me to save you! I'm afraid you'll be killed by those people! Let me take you away! ”

"Nope! I'm going to report to the police! Du Ruo shook his head resolutely and turned around sharply, but he was hit on the head with a stick in front of him, and then fainted.

The front yard of Qingyang Temple.

Wu Dajiang, the county commander of Fengling County, sat in the middle with a serious expression, holding the teacup in one hand, and holding the lid of the cup in the other hand to play with the tea leaves stretched on it again and again.

Song Ju'an stood on his side with an indifferent expression, as if he was out of the matter, and the catchers who followed the county master stood on both sides of the living room with knives.

The temple presiding officer, Shinbong, sat on the other side, and Shinra and Mahiro stood behind him.

"The bandits near Sanqing Mountain are rampant, the people are unbearable, and the cases have occurred one after another, all of which are related to the gang of robbers. Wu Dajiang took two sips of tea and said a high-sounding word to the real host.

Zhenbong nodded slowly, "Lord Wu is hard! ”

"It's not easy to investigate and arrest people, the official wants to take someone to live in the temple for a few days, it's really convenient for the master!" Wu Dajiang put down the cup and said his purpose.

"This temple is willing to provide convenience for Lord Wu, but there are many pilgrims in the temple, and I am afraid of disturbing my lord's affairs."

"It doesn't matter! Anyway! Wu Dajiang waved his hand casually, fanning the wind with his wide sleeves, the scorching sun was scorching, but he was handling the case!

"Zhenguang, you ordered someone to pack out a few meditation rooms for Lord Wu and his subordinates to live in." Really on orders.

A monk ran into the living room in a panic and said to Zhenfeng, "Oh no! The Zen room where Uncle Zhenguang lives in the backyard is on fire! ”