After running day and night, Yun Huang only felt stiff and sore back at this time, but her mind was extremely calm and sharp.

Because of Su Yuzhe's indifference, his mood has gradually become clear.

The silent fairy was right, if Su Yuzhen was not ruthless and did not refuse, then she would be even more angry.

What's more, Su Yuzhe also sincerely apologized, he said that no matter whether he wanted to afford the past or not, she was his only one.

In this life and this life, I will never abandon it.

Love will make people happy and brave, even if they are alone in the middle of the night and go into enemy territory.

Chen Zhendong was sent to Western Chu by Tuqi Spell, and if he was still alive, he should also be in the Imperial City at this time.

Chen Zhendong's safety is Yunhuang's greatest concern at this time.

Not to mention that Chen Zhendong is her imperial brother, but Chen Zhendong was infected with Gu worms because he protected her, so she should go to the soup for Chen Zhendong.

The gates of the monastery are closed, and the night breeze is bitterly cold.

Yun Huang thought about it, went around to the courtyard wall of the back door and climbed in.

The backyard was empty, the north wind was blowing, the flowers and plants in the yard had withered, and the bluestone slabs covered with thin snow were a little slippery.

Yun Huang went up the wide stairs next to the back door and came to the second floor platform.

As far as the eye could see, there were many doors, and in front of the left was a tall hall, built on a broad masonry pedestal, five feet above the ground.

Yunhuang came to the front of the hall lightly, the square platform was paved with white marble, and there was a dead silence around.

Yun Huang carefully looked around, and when he was sure that no one was there, he pushed open the heavy temple door.

The hall was very spacious, but there were only two candles, the candlelight was dim, and the cold moonlight reflected a little light through the window paper.

There is a rectangular solid wood coffin on the floor, offerings and incense burners on the table, and a few mottled beads in the center of the tray.

A golden tin staff stood beside the desk, covered with a thin layer of ash, but still exuding deterrent power.

Yun Huang recognized at a glance that it was Master Mingkong's Zen staff, and his heart suddenly tightened, and then he looked at the dark purple coffin, and couldn't help but gasp.

The hall was empty, thinking that it was the middle of the night, where the monk on duty at night hid to sleep.

Yun Huang approached and rubbed the coffin lid, pulled out the dragon sword, cut the seal, pried the coffin lid vigorously, and moved a slit to look inside.

In the coffin was a set of woven gold robes, as well as Buddhist beads, hand-held, wooden fish and other things, and there were no corpses.

Yun Huang was puzzled, the golden tin Zen staff was windless and automatic, trembling slightly, and the ring on the top of the staff made a slight impact sound, which was very abrupt in the quiet night.

Yun Huang turned his head when he heard the sound, and was surprised to see that the few colored beads enshrined on the case were shining brightly, floating in the air and shaking up and down, as if he was eager to express something to her.

Yun Huang was puzzled, and tentatively reached out to hold the Zen staff, but found that the Zen staff was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it was difficult to move.

Yun Huang could only give up, and then saw that the few colored beads were becoming more and more colorful, and they had already floated away from the incense case and moved in front of her, and her palms were upward.

The colored beads immediately fell into her palm.

Yun Huang looked at them in amazement, and saw that the holy halo they emitted condensed into the phantom of the Mingkong Master, and it was still majestic and righteous in the face.

"Lao Wei has seen His Majesty Emperor Chen, Amitabha!"

Hearing the upright but weak voice of Master Mingkong, Yun Huang returned to his soul, "Master, you ...... Passed away? ”

"Your Majesty, what you have in your hand is the relics that the old man turned into after his death, knowing that you are coming tonight, I cast a spell to dismiss the monks who are on duty here for the night."

"You know I'm coming? Does the master have something to entrust Yunhuang? ”

"There are two things that need to be done by Your Majesty. First, His Majesty Youlao handed over this golden tin scepter to my reincarnated spirit child. ”

"Who is your reincarnated spirit child? Where is it? Yun Huang happily agreed, "You tell me, and I will help you transfer it immediately." ”

"No, don't rush for a while, he hasn't been born yet." Master Mingkong said, "There is a wooden fish-shaped birthmark on his right arm and shoulder, which has a relationship with you. ”

"Okay, then I'll wait to see which child has such a birthmark, and I'll help you transfer it when the time comes." Yun Huang happily agreed, "What about the second one?" ”

"Your Majesty, save Xi Chu, save the crown prince Han Qingyong!"

Master Mingkong said eagerly.

Yun Huang never thought that Master Mingkong's second entrustment turned out to be this, and he couldn't help but be stunned, "Why did the master say this?" You know that Han Qingyong and I have a common enmity. ”

"Your Majesty, the old man knows that some strong people are difficult, after all, Han Qingyong once led his troops to harass Da Chen. But for the sake of the safety of the common people in the world, Lao Ga implored His Majesty to release his previous suspicions, go to the Zhanwang Mansion to strengthen the enchantment for Lao G, help Lao Ga save Han Qingyong, and don't let him be ......"

Before Master Mingkong finished speaking, he heard a sharp sound from the golden tin Zen staff, and then the door of the temple was pushed open!

The relics in Yun Huang's palm immediately eclipsed, lying quietly in the palm of her hand, and even the phantom of Master Mingkong disappeared in an instant.

A long sigh sounded in the hall, which was clearly the helpless sigh of Master Mingkong.

Yun Huang wanted to hide, it was too late, and he turned his head to look at the person who came, and was meeting the man's gloomy and gloomy eyes.

The man stared straight at Yun Huang, his cheeks were sunken, his nose was high, his thin lips were pursed, his body was full of anger, and his voice was low and slow, "Chen Yunhuang!" ”

It wasn't until the person directly called out her name that Yun Huang recognized that the person standing in front of her was actually Han Qingyong!

The defeated subordinate she almost forgot, Han Qingyong, the former prince of the Western Chu Dynasty!

No, to be exact, he is not simply Han Qingyong, his face is more like Qi Qi.

Sure enough, without waiting for Yunhuang to confirm, Han Qingyong took a step forward, his cold eyes were stained with blood, and his gaze was crazy, "Very good, I Qiqi just successfully spent the night, broke through the barrier and ran out, and I smelled your breath from afar." I can't believe you sent it to your door......"

Han Qingyong looked Yun Huang up and down, his thin face full of greed and ecstasy.

The clothes he wore were shabby and dirty, and they smelled of disgust.

Yun Huang secretly complained, she had consumed too much spiritual power before, and she was weak and weak at this time, so it was really inconvenient to fight him to the death.

Qi Qi stayed with Han Qingyong, these two bastards became one, which is really a bad thing, but no matter how bad it is, it is better than Qi Qi going to Su Yuzhe.

Thinking of this, Yun Huang's heart calmed down a little, but he heard Master Mingkong's voice in his ears, "Emperor Chen, quickly pick up my Golden Tin Zen Staff, don't let it fall into the hands of this demon!" ”

At this time, Master Mingkong knew that the person in front of him was no longer simply Han Qingyong, but the Evil Demon Supreme Demon Beast Qiqi.

When Yun Huang heard this, he hurriedly went to grab the Jin Xi Zen staff.

I don't know if it's because of the relics in her hand or other reasons, the crown of her hair that she couldn't hold at all just now turned out to be insignificant.

When Han Qingyong saw it, he immediately flew up to grab it, Yun Huang dodged it, and he didn't want to, so a person suddenly jumped out from behind the incense case, and snatched the golden tin Zen staff with his hand.

Yun Huang looked back, who is this?