The night breeze was cool, the sand was familiar, and the guards on duty patrolled back and forth around the perimeter of the courtyard over and over again, and the brocade guards with swords and draped clothes were hidden in the darkness, and their eagle-like eyes kept sweeping from the dark corners.

This courtyard is the temporary residence of Lord Lu, because of Lord Lu's well-known wake-up atmosphere, as well as the relationship between Her Royal Highness the Princess, the Jinyi Guard could not guard in the inner courtyard, so he had to surround the entire courtyard three times inside and three circles outside.

But although the brocade guards are heavily guarded, even if a drunk who passes by is curious to stay for a while, he will be taken away for interrogation, but unfortunately, the brocade guards can guard against people, but they can't guard against things other than people.

Lu Hanjiang's sleep is not deep, as a person who walks in the rivers and lakes all the year round, his vigilance is never small, which is also the reason why he is very angry when he gets up.

In the middle of the night, a huge black shadow shrouded the inner courtyard, and the cold moonlight was blocked, and the shadow sprinkled made people can't help but feel cold.

The night breeze rose slightly, accompanied by the sound of a cat's bark, the paper window was slowly pushed open, and on the bed, Lu Hanjiang's closed eyes opened suddenly, and the moment the dragon snatcher launched, the Heavenly Machine Sword was already in his hand.

His eyes swept over the windowsill without a trace of warmth, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, only to see a pair of blue vertical pupils calmly sticking to the entrance of the table.

Under the cover of night, the white snake is no longer lonely in the day, and there seems to be some indescribable emotion colliding in the blue snake eyes.

The slender letter shrank back and forth, and the vertical pupils of the white snake revealed complex emotions that did not belong to him, and bursts of crying sounded muffled from the closed bloody mouth.

Lu Hanjiang's brows furrowed, the white snake only stayed for a moment, and the huge figure disappeared into the night in an instant, without making any sound.

Early the next morning, Yongle rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed, but was surprised to find that Lu Hanjiang, who would have been lying in bed for a while as usual, was actually washing up before her today.

"Why did you get up so early today?" Yongle asked curiously.

Lu Hanjiang changed his clothes under the service of the maid Amber, and he said to Yongle: "The abbot of Lingkong in Southern Shaolin knows that I am coming, and I heard that the monks have been arranged to greet me outside the temple early in the morning, so I naturally can't be rude." ”

Yongle suddenly asked with great interest: "I have heard the name of the South Shaolin Temple a long time ago, is its temple also as beautiful as the North Shaolin Temple?" ”

The trip to North Shaolin Yongle was there, and the luxury and magnificence of the Shaolin Temple left a deep impression on her at that time, and she was naturally interested in the South Shaolin, which was as famous as the North Shaolin.

"Perhaps."

Lu Hanjiang of Southern Shaolin has also been here twice, in a hurry, there is no time to appreciate it, but the two temples are not equal, after all, it is the signboard of Buddhism on the rivers and lakes, and it is always difficult to make it too shabby and make people look down on it.

"Then I'm going too, vanilla, help me get dressed." Yongle got off the bed in a huff, and when he saw that Amber was busy, he immediately called another one, for fear that Lu Hanjiang would leave her again as soon as the smoke disappeared.

The vanilla outside the door hurriedly came in to serve Yongle, because the horse was clean and there was no one to take care of her, so after Yongle entered the house, her personal maid became shared by the husband and wife.

"Don't worry," Lu Hanjiang looked at the little princess and said slowly: "We didn't go to Shaolin so quickly, we have to go to the city first." ”

Yongle was stunned: "Why?" ”

Lu Hanjiang smiled slightly: "People greet each other outside the temple, such a big number of courtesies, let's come from afar, it's not good to be empty-handed." ”

Having said that, presumably if the abbot of Lingkong knew about this, he probably wouldn't want Lu Hanjiang's gift.

At this moment, Nan Shaolin was indeed very cautious about Lu Hanjiang, or the big disciple Yue Lifeng of the Xiaoyao Sect coming to visit, because the Taoist who had made a big fuss about the pure place of Buddhism before was also sent by Xiaoyao.

However, the abbot of Lingkong is not ignorant of the Xiaoyao faction, this sect has never had a friendship with the same sect at all, and the disciples under the sect are on different sides or against each other, which is simply normal.

Moreover, the connection between Yue Lifeng and Jinyiwei has long been an open secret, and this time the rivers and lakes are in turmoil, and it is inevitable that Jinyiwei will not be able to sit still, so the abbot of Lingkong naturally has to worry about whether these people are not good.

When the sky was bright, the monks outside the temple had been replaced by the disciples of the Xuanzi generation in the inner door, but until noon, they had never seen the shadow of the moon leaving the wind.

Today, the reception standard of South Shaolin is very high, and the person responsible for welcoming the Xiaoyao faction at the door is the first seat of the Praruo Hall, Master Lingzheng.

Lingzheng didn't like Jinyiwei and the imperial court, nor did he like the free faction, but the hateful Taoist attacked Shaolin before, and the abbot of Lingkong and all the senior brothers were injured, so at this moment he had to provoke the big beam.

After waiting for about half an hour, just when Lingzheng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, finally, dust and smoke billowed in the distance, the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and the pedestrians on the road shouted and retreated.

When the group of people and horses approached, Ling Zheng squinted his eyes slightly, and the black brocade guards turned over and dismounted, and rushed up the mountain gate along the steps.

The sense of oppression brought by the embroidered spring knife, if it is not felt in person, no matter how many times others say it, it will not be understood, if it is not for Lingzheng presiding over the overall situation at this moment, just this posture, these Xuanzi monks will not be able to help but form a formation to defend themselves.

In Lingzheng's indifferent gaze, the Jinyi Guard was neatly divided into two branches, the left and right, and at the end, three richly dressed young men and a foreign woman who had come out of the dust and spirit, stepped on the stone steps in front of the mountain gate together.

Looking at the person who was the leader, the fresh clothes were angry and angry, and his eyes were wanton, as if the pure land of the great Buddha Temple could not enter his eyes, and he was in the midst of the layers of guards of the brocade guards, and the power of the temple was carried out with the body of the rivers and lakes, and the two colors that were incompatible were strangely harmonious in him.

Ling Zheng once had a relationship with this great disciple of the Easy Sect, but only now, he had only taken a serious look at this young man-

What arrogance.

Ling Zhengxin sighed and stepped forward: "Yue Shaoxia has worked hard all the way, and the abbot is already waiting in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, please come with the old man." ”

"The master is gracious."

Lu Hanjiang clapped his hands and asked people to send the gift, it was a scroll of calligraphy and painting, he ordered someone to open it, and Lingzheng was stunned when he saw it.

The painting depicts a group of four people, the man on a white horse, wearing a big red robe, holding a nine-ring tin staff in his hand, Lingzheng can roughly see that it is a high monk, but the other three strange things, he can't understand what they are.

"Yue Shaoxia, what do you mean, please speak up." Lingzheng didn't prevaricate after saying a few words, nor did he pretend to understand, but asked questions bluntly.

Lu Hanjiang pointed to the white horse monk and said, "This is Master Sanzang. ”

"I see."

Lingzheng suddenly heard the story of Journey to the West, but this question came again, since it was the monk Xuanzang who rode the white horse, what were the remaining ugly monsters.

(End of chapter)