"It's just that the three dogs who won me, what's to be proud of. Monk, there is a kind of newspaper on your door, and I want to see where you came from. When He Lin heard this, he was angry again, clenched his fists and said. Naturally, he couldn't do it, and he didn't have a talent for cultivation since he was a child, which was his father's biggest regret, and it was also the reason why his father loved him the most.

"Pure Karma Temple, Pure Karma. Jingye held a palm in one hand and a stick in the other, stood straight, and said without humility or arrogance.

"Pure Industry Temple? It turned out to be a monk of Pure Industry Temple? Hearing the three words of the Pure Industry Temple, He Lin also paused for a moment, he really didn't expect that the monk in front of him was from the first temple of the Tang Kingdom, no wonder he dared to provoke himself.

"Donor, excuse me. Jingye said. In Jingye's view, He Lin is just a bully, and what he is not afraid of is the oppression of power.

"You said that you are a monk, and you come to this land of wind and moon at night, do you monks of the Pure Industry Temple also like to watch dances and listen to operas? Hahaha. ”

He Lin smiled sarcastically. He Lin still knows the monks' rules and precepts, and if he spreads the news of tonight, the reputation of this Pure Industry Temple may not be guaranteed.

"The poor monk is just here to make a fate, what's wrong?"

"Come to the flower full of buildings, who will believe it? If you let the people know, will you say it clearly?" He Lin sneered, although he couldn't do it now, but fortunately, he grabbed a handle. Now, he still doesn't kneel down and beg for mercy to admit his mistakes?

"All beings are equal, with whom is the fate is not the fate? Where is the fate not the fate? The mind has no distracting thoughts, the body is regular, and there is no fear of rumors. As for the donor, you should be more worried about yourself. Jingye said word by word, not affected by He Lin in the slightest.

"Hmph, I, the son of the dignified criminal department Shangshu, what are you afraid of. He Lin sneered again, he was really not afraid of the monk of the Pure Industry Temple in front of him, after all, he knew his father's ability.

"If the people of the entire Chang'an City knew about the son of the Shangshu of the Criminal Department, coerced the woman with his power, and even ordered his subordinates to use force to use force to use cruel methods against innocent women, then what would the people think of the Lord Shangshu of the Criminal Department? Is it because the family style is corrupt, or the son has no way to teach the son, or the son follows the father?" Jingye slowly approached He Lin, and the guards behind He Lin wanted to stop him when he saw this, but he still held back when he thought about the result of what he had just done.

"You dare!" He Lin didn't retreat, but when he heard the words of Jingye, he thought that he had come in a low-key manner tonight, and he really couldn't let others know.

"And what if the hundred officials in the court or the Tang King know?" Jingye was very close to He Lin, and he could feel that he could hear He Lin's heartbeat becoming rapid.

"Okay, bald donkey, remember tonight's events, this matter won't end like this, you wait for Ben Shao. When He Lin heard this, he suddenly understood that he must not continue to make trouble with this bald donkey, if the news really leaked out, if it reached King Tang, it would be really over. Now I can only take a step back and wait for the secret attack.

"It's good that the donor understands, it's getting late, so the donor should return early, after all, the moon is dark and the wind is high. Jingye smiled, not feeling emotional because of He Lin's words, but the last few words of this sentence were a little heavier.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, indeed! Hmph, you few wastes, take him with you, go. He Lin wanted to say something cruel, but when he heard the words of Jingye, he thought that he was short of manpower tonight, so he still didn't say anything. However, it is not certain whose night is darker. Pointing to the still unconscious De Yi and said to the guard, and then walked out with a gloomy face. Several other people also quickly set up De Yi and left with He Lin.

Jingye watched a few people walk away, and breathed a sigh of relief, if he was entangled, he really didn't know what to do, he couldn't really kill him.

"Thank you, Master, for your help. After He Lin and the others left, Ziqing came to Jingye's side and thanked him again.

"The donor is polite, this is what a poor monk should do. Jingye turned around and smiled warmly, but his eyes didn't dare to put his eyes on the charming Ziqing in front of him.

"Just now the master said that he came here to turn into a fate?" Zi Qing showed a beautiful smile, remembering what Fang Cai Jingye said, and asked.

"Well, the poor monk is here for a reason..."Jingye was just about to say the purpose of his visit, but suddenly turned his head to look out the door and was silent.

"What's the matter, master?" Jingye's sudden movement made Ziqing feel weird. Following the direction of Jingye's gaze, Ziqing also looked out the door, but there was nothing.

"Amitabha, if the donor knows the girl Xiao'er, please ask the donor to help the poor monk say, the poor monk has something important to find her, if it is convenient, please come to the Pure Industry Temple, the poor monk is waiting in the Pure Industry Temple. It was getting late, and the poor monk took his leave. Jingye looked outside the door for a long time, turned around and said quickly to Ziqing, and without waiting for Ziqing to speak, he strode away.

And Ziqing didn't understand what was going on, and was stunned. Xiao'er, who was still hiding in the far corner, saw Jingye leave and chased him out.

"Little monk, little monk, wait a minute!" Xiao'er shouted and chased, until she caught up outside the door of Huamanlou, and she couldn't see the figure of Jingye.

"It's too fast, is it still a human leg?" Xiao'er stomped her foot, a little displeased, and could only turn back to Sister Ziqing to clean up the stall she had left just now.

At this time, the night was already deep, and the guards who were full of flowers were sitting on both sides, drowsy. The delicate and elegant carriage in front of the building was nowhere to be seen, and there was not a single figure in the surrounding long streets.

Skimming through a few short streets, Jokar stood in place with a stick, and there was a person not far in front of him.

"Good perception, you can follow my breath to find me at such a distance, and you can be regarded as a good person I have seen in Buddhism. A gloomy voice sounded, not loud, but very clear.

"Ever since I had fought with a few people in the building, I had sensed that there was an aura in the poor monks, and after they left, there was a little more hostility in this breath. If the poor monk is not mistaken, you should also be the person who is the son of the Shangshu of the Criminal Department. Jingye said quietly.

The long street with no one has long been surrounded by lights and candles, only the moonlight in the night sky sprinkles on the street, illuminating the pure karma and revealing another person.

Not far in front of Pure Industry, a black-robed figure stood quietly holding a long knife half-wrapped in strips of cloth. The moonlight swept by, and the black-robed man revealed his appearance. Ordinary appearance, but with a scar that divides his face diagonally. His chin is mostly scum, and he looks very old, and his dark eyes reveal a cold divine light that locks on the pure karma.

"You're right, I'm indeed here for him, but I'm not his person, I'm Shangshu's person. After listening to the words of Jingye, the corners of the black-robed man's mouth rose slightly, and he said with a playful taste. He was one of the many subordinates of the Criminal Department Shangshu, and because he was good at assassination, he was sent to protect He Lin. However, in the past, those who shot at He Lin were all stunned, even if some of the strength was good, but it was still not interesting enough for him. And tonight, he finally saw an interesting one, besides, it was late at night, he was not in a hurry at all, there was time.

It seems that there is some truth in what he said, and ordinary people really don't dare to mess with him. Jingye recalled what He Lin said to him, you dare to provoke me, he didn't care about it, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"The breath on the donor's body is tightly locked on the poor monk, and the killing intent is getting stronger and stronger, this is to kill the poor monk. Jingye looked at the black-robed man cautiously, there was a powerful aura on his body, and the killing intent was very strong. Jingye estimated that he was not the opponent of the latter, but he had no countermeasures for the time being.

"Well, yes, the Buddha cultivation is really excellent Huigen, and you said it again. The black-robed man's voice was very unpleasant, and his tone was not like something that could come out of his mouth.

"Hehe, then are you guessing, can you leave alive tonight?" The black-robed man actually laughed, it was too ugly.

"Monks don't talk about the unknown. Jingye shook his head, and the spiritual power in his body slowly worked.

"Don't talk about it, then go to the West Heaven and talk to the Buddha. The black-robed man wiped off the knife cloth with his left hand, and with a turn of the blade in his right hand, before the words fell, the person had already slashed towards the pure karma.

"So fast!" Pure karma retreated back almost at the same time, but the black-robed man had already come to him and slashed down, and a powerful spiritual power was condensed on the blade.

There was no time to retreat, and the spiritual power of pure karma poured out of the body, gathering the Zen stick in his right hand, and the Zen stick was immediately placed horizontally to resist the slash.

"Bell!"

The long knife slashed at the stick, but did not directly cut the stick.

"Huh?"

The black-robed man was a little displeased when he saw this, according to his thoughts, his knife should be able to split the monk's Zen stick. After the displeasure, the black-robed people were more excited, because the little monk in front of him should be able to play more with himself.

And Jingye didn't think so, Fang Cai's resistance made him know that the person in front of him was far from being his enemy. A simple knife, but it shocked himself and hurt. And he resisted with two hands, but the black-robed man only held a knife with one hand!