Night falls.

The firewood room of Juntian Temple gradually darkened.

The girl sat alone on the pyre with her face propped up, bored, as if waiting for someone.

"Master Minai."

The thick voice outside the firewood room sounded, and in the dim firewood room, the girl's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of cyan light, and then she jumped down from the firewood, picked up a carrot in the vegetable basket with her back to the firewood door, and gnawed on it.

Cha!

The door was half open, and during the day, the sturdy yellow-robed monk held vegetables and rice and a new basket of melons and fruits, and pressed his elbow against the firewood door.

He no longer walked straight as before, but leaned out half of his body and looked inside the firewood room.

Click, click, click.

The night light hit the firewood room, the girl's loose skirt robe dragged on the ground, and the vegetable scraps scattered around the ground seemed a little scary at first glance in the faint light.

The sudden gust of wind blew through, which made people feel even more creepy.

The sound of clicking and gnawing carrots continued, and the sturdy monk scanned the firewood room in the night light, but did not see the young man during the day.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped on the tattered white robe beside the girl.

Under the faint night light, the white robe was stained with deep color, as if it were ......

Blood!

The sturdy monk was taken aback, this was what he expected.

"I am compassionate."

The sturdy monk put down the food and vegetable basket and stood outside the firewood room with his hands folded.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Hearing a Zen voice, Ming Ai, who was concentrating on meditation, opened his eyes slightly.

"That kid was eaten." The strong voice trembled slightly.

"My Buddha's Compassion ......"

As early as the noisy atmosphere of the firewood room during the day, Ming Ai had already expected that the young man who had not cultivated his aura might be eaten by this little demon. It's just that the guy named Chen Xiaoyu scolded him for being a bald donkey, this kind of ugly title even a high-ranking monk will shake his head when he hears it, he Ming'ai is just a Buddhist monk, and his mental attainments are average, and he will still have hatred.

Therefore, Mingai, who had a bad heart, simply didn't care.

"Amitabha, being a traitor will eventually get karma."

The sturdy monk responded: "Master Mingai, there are no bones left in this son, this monster is really ruthless!" ”

Pushing open the other half of the door, Mingai swept the corner of the firewood room, and finally his eyes fell on the white blood robe next to the girl with her back to them.

He retracted: "There is a Buddha light array outside the door, don't be afraid, junior brother." ”

After speaking, Ming Ai sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes and said, "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, Amitabha." ”

The sturdy monk nodded lightly, and also sat down cross-legged, and the two sat outside the door of the firewood room, muttering Buddhist scriptures in their mouths.

However, they were not for Chen Xiaoyu's superlife, but for their hatred of indulging monsters and killing mortals indiscriminately during the day.

"These two monks are quite kind, it's really good."

Chen Xiaoyu, who was hiding behind the door, listened to the neat recitation of Buddhist scriptures, and was a little moved in his heart, and stretched out his hand and gently gestured OK.

This is the code gesture he taught Bai Yaya during the day.

The index finger is clasped on the thumb, and the remaining three fingers are shaken together, which means that it is completely fine.

The gesture that could be completely could be projected in front of Bai Yaya through the faint night light. According to the original plan, at this time, she needed to continue to nibble on the carrots and amplify the clicking sound.

In the dark night, the terrifying sound of cannibalism without spitting out bones rises and falls in the sound of Buddhist scriptures.

The louder the click, the deeper the guilt in the hearts of the two monks.

Looking at the frowning brows of Ming Ai and Zhuangshi Monk, Chen Xiaoyu felt ashamed for a while that he was using death to deceive the two Buddhist masters.

He tightened his eyes and whispered, "Space."

The 14th place in the sequence plug-in, the Dharma Road to the sky. Effect: Instantly opens up a path to space.

Chen Xiaoyu shook his head, moved to Bai Yaya's side with a light step, stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, jumped up, the faint golden light flashed under his feet, and the next second the two appeared in the Heavenly Dharma Road wrapped in golden light.

"Is this the secret method of the Buddha Sect that was used by the Master of Silence to burn his life?"

Chen Xiaoyu sighed in his heart, looked at the two monks who were reciting Buddhist scriptures outside the Tongtian Dharma Road, and sighed slightly: "Two masters, I deceived your feelings, I'm sorry." ”

"Chen Xiaoyu, are you hugging enough?"

Suddenly, Bai Yaya's voice broke this feeling.

"Enough is enough......" Chen Xiaoyu spread his hand and scratched his head in embarrassment.

The girl jumped down from the young man's arms, Lianbu moved lightly to the chai door, stretched out her hand and knocked on the heads of the two monks at the door, turned her head and blamed: "They don't seem to be able to see us anymore, how can you use this ability!" ”

Chen Xiaoyu spread his hands helplessly, to be honest, he had long wanted to use the Tongtian Law Road, but who let the outer world road opened up by the Tongtian Law Road have limited ability and cannot penetrate the wall.

"Let's go, let's go to Huaiyang Palace." Bai Yaya lightly jumped to Chen Xiaoyu's side and took his hand.

……

……

Huaiyang Palace, outside the West Pole Palace.

"Is the king resting?"

The gray-robed monk in the robe of the monk had no expression on his face, stood in front of him with one hand, approached the door of the hall, and asked slowly.

The attendant guarding the gate of the temple bowed his head and replied, "Master Yu, the king is resting." ”

Hearing such an answer, the corners of Wuxue's mouth were slightly hooked, he nodded, and without saying much, he turned to leave.

On the fifteenth day of the month, the clouds were dark, and the entire Huaiyang Palace was lifeless.

The two attendants standing outside the temple gate glanced at each other and breathed a long sigh of relief.

On the bed of the dormitory in the West Pole Palace, under the dim candlelight light, an old man with a withered face frowned, extremely painful.

And beside the bed was kneeling a girl in a light purple dress, the girl covered her mouth, and the pear blossoms brought rain, but she controlled herself not to make a sound.

After a long time, the old man with a face that looked like a corpse slowly opened his eyes, his frowning brows stretched slightly, and he said softly: "Lan'er, why are you here?" ”

"Father." The girl couldn't stop crying.

The old man in the West Pole Dormitory is the King of Huaiyang, and the girl kneeling beside his bed is Zhou Lan, the princess of Huaiyang.

At noon today, I heard that my father did not go to the court because he was seriously ill, which chilled the hearts of all the princes and ministers, and also caused the death of Li Zhi, Her Royal Highness Princess Huaiyang, who was concerned about the royal family, hurriedly put down the things in hand and rushed to the West Pole Palace of the King of Huaiyang.

When he saw King Huaiyang lying unconscious on the bed, Zhou Lan, who thought it was just a disease like wind and cold, stayed by the bedside and ordered someone to call the only one in the palace to treat his father.

But this pill pharmacist couldn't see what kind of illness King Huaiyang was suffering from.

In this way, guarding his father until the arrival of the monk Wuji in the evening, Zhou Lan suddenly remembered that his royal brother Zhou Cang had said before his death, be careful of Juntian Temple.

That no secret is the supervising temple of Juntian Temple.

Huaiyang Prefecture, Buddhism and Zen temples are numerous, among which there is no shortage of those Huaiyang royal nobles who have no real power.

They believe in Buddhism, giving people the illusion that they are not in contention with the world.

In fact, these people are encroaching on this vast mountain and river all the time, coveting the throne carved of gold bricks and jade on the court hall of the Huaiyang Palace.