After a night of fierce fighting, the rebels finally broke through the imperial city, the old emperor ** Taihe Palace, Prime Minister Xu Ze and the old emperor went to the national disaster together. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ascended the throne, leaving behind a devastated capital.

The most important political enemies were all killed by the crown prince, and the road to the throne was a smooth road, and he didn't pay attention to the daughter who didn't kill Xu Ze, just a fish that slipped through the net, not to mention a small fry with no power, His Royal Highness the prince quickly ignored this small fish and went to taste the fruits of victory. The prince's subordinates thought it was a great shame, not only did not relax their vigilance, but also intensified the search and arrest of secret agents, striving to strangle the last hope in the cradle.

As a result, the population of the capital was reduced by one-tenth, and many families were subjected to dramatic changes, either losing their property or having their family members killed. In front of the temple, there are many refugees. The monks in the temple are giving alms to the refugees who come to receive food, not much things, a bowl of gruel and a steamed bun, these foods are the good karma of Huangguang Temple on weekdays. When the great calamity comes, it feeds back to the faithful men and good women. The temple has always been full of incense, not because of the Bodhisattva Buddha's good fortune, but because during the catastrophe year, the temple will give food to the people who have fled. The host Huineng wore a patched monk's robe today, and there were too many people who came to take refuge. Everyone waited in line in an orderly manner, no one cut the line, everyone was silent, and a depressing atmosphere permeated the entire temple gate.

After the battle, the sky was gray, dark clouds covered the sky, and the autumn wind brought a chill and blew yellow leaves. Withered the green grass. The first autumn rain began sparsely. The rain was very light and sparse, but a chill blew into people's hearts. An autumn rain and a cold, seeing that the cold winter wax moon is coming, how to spend this winter is a huge stone in the hearts of refugees. "Amitabha, don't worry, don't worry, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge. Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, the war will definitely subside. At that time, everyone will be able to rebuild their homes by themselves. Huineng's voice was loud and heard in everyone's heart.

"Yes, although the house burned, there is a lot of wood in the forest outside the city, and I am also a carpenter. In a few days, you can build a sheltered house. A refugee said excitedly.

A voice rang out: "I'm a cement worker, so I can get involved." ”

"I don't know anything, but I have strength. I can help you get the wood back. ”

Everyone, you say a word, I plan a better future, and the atmosphere is gradually lively, sweeping away the haze just now. Huineng was very comforted to see that the refugees had regained their vitality and morale, and half of the disaster had passed.

Everything in the Three Realms Inn is very weird, the atmosphere is dull, all kinds of demons and monsters are in it, and the unkind, greedy, insidious, fierce, and lustful eyes all converge on the confused body.

The gatekeeper said grimly: "You want to go out?" I advise you to stay honest, and I will not guarantee the safety of your three companions without you." The gatekeeper's words put the confusion in a dilemma. The last time I stayed with the old monkey for one night, I didn't think it was too dangerous inside. Only after experiencing it in person can we deeply appreciate the danger inside.

Quietly handed the gatekeeper a stack of silver tickets, and said in a daze: "Help, it's not easy to live in the capital." ”

The gatekeeper looked left and right, quickly put the silver ticket into his arms and said, "I can only protect them for three hours." ”

"Thank you, I'll be back in three hours. Confused opened the door, and a man slipped away quietly.

There was no one on the street, and the sky was gray and dreary with sparse autumn rain. Some of the burned-out houses are still smoking. Very careful to dodge the army patrolling the streets. Two more men dressed as ordinary people were looking for something, and in a daze, they found a hidden place to hide, and the two men got closer and closer. Talk as you go.

"My lord is really, isn't it the prime minister's daughter? Gone and gone. And not an important person. One has no power, and the other is that no one can make much of a storm. "A humane.

Another person said: "The county official is not as good as the current management, you and I are all working under the hands of adults, and the adults act in a vigorous and resolute style, and there is no grit in their eyes." We just have to get the word out. The rest is a matter of their spies. ”

"I heard that last night, the Lord scattered all the spies under his command, but I was stunned that I didn't find those four people. Maybe he was killed by the rebels. ”

"The original words of the adults are to see people in life, and to see corpses in death. I think the adults covet the appearance of the prime minister's daughter, and I heard that the woman is as beautiful as a flower, and she is a rare beauty in the city......"

A cold wind blew, and the two of them quickened their pace, and their voices became quieter and quieter. After hearing the words of the two in a daze, he pondered for a while, and then walked to Huangguang Temple, and now only the old monk Huineng can protect himself.

There were many refugees in front of the monastery, and there were too many to count, so a group of cavalry rode their horses and dispersed the refugees in front of the monastery to make way for them. The people who had lived in the capital for a long time looked at the dress of the cavalry, and recognized at a glance that this was the personal guard of the prince's mansion. Dressed in a splendid fish-patterned robe, with a dragon scale sword at his waist, it is extremely sharp. The guards are outstanding in all martial arts. It is a first-class master in the army who can be qualified to stay after being selected by layers of commanders.

A middle-aged man in a purple robe and jade belt walked slowly on a tall horse, and the refugees around him became as dead silent. Look at this stranger in front of you.

He was a strange face to the people of the capital, he had not been back since he left the capital twenty years ago, and he went from the sun to the darkness twenty years ago. With bloody hands, he paved the way for the crown prince to ascend the throne. The crown prince is the most proud of one of the troops in his life, the shadow hunter.

This army was made of blood from the very beginning, and they secretly assassinated the ministers of the country, and the crown prince took the opportunity to install his own men. After more than twenty years of your time, this unit does not know how many officers have been soaked in blood.

As the direct leader of the Shadowhunters, he was finally able to step out of the darkness and enjoy the sunshine today, looking indifferently at the refugees and looking at Huineng, who was comforting a crying child in front of him. Riding a horse, he walked to the front of Huangguang Temple with a whip, pointed at Huineng with a whip, and said in an extremely arrogant tone: "Master, today's child returns to his hometown, do you feel that it is the icing on the cake for Huangguang Temple." ”

Huineng looked at it and said, "It turns out that it is enlightenment, and Buddhism is pure and not suitable for you, a blood-stained person." ”

"I'm not called Wuxin, Wuxin was already dead when you were expelled from the temple, and standing in front of you was a man named Zhang Zichen. Zhang Zichen said angrily.

After Huineng put the child back in his mother's arms, he continued to distribute food to the refugees. completely ignored Zhang Zichen, who was already angry to the extreme. A refugee was flattered and took a steamed bun from Huineng's hand, nodded and said to Huineng: "Thank you for hosting." ”

"Amitabha, the donor doesn't have to be polite, the door of Buddhism should be wide open. ”

"Alms are not allowed to be given to these refugees. Otherwise, I will set foot in the Huangguang Temple. Zhang Zichen angrily kicked down a man.

The man who was kicked to the ground trembled and blood flowed from his mouth, and Huineng hurriedly rushed over to help the man up, and used techniques to regulate his breath, which dragged him back from the ghost gate.

"You are still compassionate, but why couldn't you be merciful to me once in the first place? Zhang Zichen punched, and the punch brought a great reputation, and this punch was powerful and fast. Huineng waved his sleeves and gently caught the punch with his left palm. Instantly unload all the power.

Zhang Zichen's fist was like punching into a sponge, no matter how much strength you had, you couldn't use it. I was full of confidence and thought that I could test the depth of Huineng with one punch, but what I saw was an ocean.

Twenty years ago, Zhang Zichen became a monk in Huangguang Temple, and was accepted by Huineng as a disciple to give the Dharma name Wuxin. Wu Xin has a great talent for the study of martial arts, and he has left his Dharma far behind. Hui Neng was dissuaded several times, but he was unable to bring the enlightened mind that had already entered the demon back to the right path. He was ruthlessly expelled from the mountain gate, and he was not allowed to study the advanced martial arts in the Huangguang Temple.

Hui Neng, who had long forgotten about this matter, could not have imagined that the young man had completely fallen into the devil, not only with evil intentions, but also with evil martial arts. "Couldn't these twenty years wipe out the hatred in your heart?" Huineng said to Zhang Zichen: "Twenty years ago, I found out that you were only obsessed with martial arts and ignored the essence of Buddhism, so I knew that you had fallen into the devil. My Buddha is compassionate, and the monks practice martial arts only to strengthen their bodies, but you put the cart before the horse and ignore the Buddhist scriptures. Without a strong Dharma to dispel the anger brought about by martial arts training, one day you will explode and die. ”

"Haha, haha, you are just jealous of my outstanding talent and unwilling to teach me martial arts. Look at it, without your martial arts practiced in Huangguang Temple, I am on an errand in front of today's saints. All the way. Zhang Zichen said proudly.

Huineng shook her head, not intending to entangle with him. "The poor monk is an outsider who has long seen through the red dust, and everything in the world has nothing to do with me. Amitabha, the poor monk still advises you to say that the sea of bitterness is boundless, and you are on the shore. After that, he prepared to return to the temple.

Zhang Zichen swept away the black and oppressed refugees, thinking that his entourage ran over and whispered something in his ear. After listening, he nodded in satisfaction. Pointing to Hui Neng who was about to enter the temple, he said, "One day I will set foot on your Huangguang Temple." Then he pointed to the refugees and said, "You must leave this place before sunset today, otherwise everything will be treated as a rebellion, and I will exercise the right to cut it first and then play it." After saying that, he rode his horse and whipped away.

The confusion in the crowd looked at everything that happened, originally wanted to find Huineng for help, it seems that he is also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it is difficult to protect himself. Some people in the crowd began to riot and discuss, "It's better for everyone to go first, and now we can't help Huangguang Temple here." It's better to go home first. One shouted in the crowd.

A monk said: "The host has sent a message to everyone, and the donors should go home early, and the rest of the food will be delivered to your homes in Huangguang Temple." ”

An old woman wept bitterly and said, "Presiding over compassion is really the reincarnation of the Buddha." The old man kneels here to thank the masters for their mercy. For a while, the refugees knelt down one after another, and all the monks joined hands and said, "Amitabha." ”

Taking advantage of the concealment and confusion of the crowd, he quietly withdrew and hurried back to the Three Realms Inn, and the three-hour deadline was approaching. There are only three mortals who don't know how to practice and face the most ferocious, vicious, and evil demons in the Three Realms. Among the refugees, Zhang Zichen's secret spies are also mixed in, spying on some unscrupulous people.

The hidden existence of the Three Realms Inn was known only to cultivators, even though it took more than three hours to rush back as quickly as possible without attracting attention. The gatekeeper sneered, "I'm a little late. ”

Hearing this, his head exploded in confusion, and he ran back to the room like crazy. Pushing open the door, I saw that Zhou Yu was explaining Miss Xu. Zhao Xuan was anxiously waiting for something. When the three of them came back in a daze, Zhou Yu said happily: "Brother, you are finally back." ”