**Bo was anxious in his heart, but he couldn't move at all, his heart was tumbling fiercely, and he secretly thought: This scholar is very righteous, if he abandons me, maybe he will have a chance to escape, blame me for being useless, not only can not help, but drag him down.

I don't know how long it took, **Bo only felt that his body was gradually conscious, and he slowly tried to stand up, and he was about to chase after the direction where the two of them left just now, but he didn't know that his blood was not smooth after the acupoint was sealed, and his limbs were numb, and this anxiety was actually a staggered kneeling to the ground.

"Huh", with a surprised sound, **Bo found that there were a few words on the ground next to him, and after a closer look, it turned out to be the three words "Linghui Temple in the south of the city".

**Bo was extremely strange in his heart, recalling that when the white-clothed scholar turned around with the man surnamed Zhao, he vaguely saw him scratch the ground with his foot a few times, and thought to himself: What is his intention in writing these words on the ground? Did you instruct me to move the rescuers to this place? Looking at the long dark street, I thought to myself: Even if I chase them now, it will be a blind man riding a blind horse, and I may not be able to find it, and if I take 10,000 steps back, even if I catch up, I can't resist the monster's punch. Since he asked me to go to the temple, he must be looking for a monk, and there must be many masters in the monk's temple, thinking of this, although I felt suffocated in my heart because I was unable to rescue the white-clothed scholar, I was helpless, I looked at the stars above my head, discerned the direction, and ran towards the north.

As soon as I ran away in this city called "Yingtian", **Bo found that although the streets here are criss-crossed, there is not a single road, the ground is full of bluestone slabs, and the whole city is quietly hidden in the darkness. Looking at it, I didn't see a tall building rising from the ground in the haze. **Although Bo was nervous in his heart, he was bent on saving people at this time, so he didn't think much about it anymore and rushed towards the south.

After running for a long time, an unusually tall black shadow suddenly appeared faintly in the darkness in front of me, as if it was a high-rise building. **Bo was overjoyed, and when he panted and ran closer, he saw the scenery in front of him, as if he was poured a basin of cold water on his head, only to see that in front of him was an ancient city wall, about five zhang high. Looking left and right, there was no end in sight, and a lantern with the word "patrol" written on the city wall moved, as if someone was patrolling the city wall with a lantern in hand.

"After this wall, it must be outside the city." Bo thought to himself as he reached out and wiped his sweat from his head. The lights are blind, and there are no passers-by who can ask for directions, and the waves have no choice but to endure fatigue and turn around the surrounding streets.

After another rush of running, ** Bo stopped and gasped, and when he was anxious, he suddenly smelled a strange aroma in his nose. **Bo was strange in his heart, and said secretly: In the middle of the night, ghosts can't see one, where does the fragrance come from? Wrinkling his nose, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and the "monk" suddenly remembered that this fragrance was very similar to the smell of incense burned by firecrackers during the New Year.

Searching for the fragrance, he turned around in two circles in the next few vertical and horizontal streets, and a few faint lights suddenly appeared in the darkness of the two streets in the distance.

** Waves rushed towards the lights, the fragrance in the nose was getting stronger and stronger, a burst of joy in my heart, and I secretly prayed, hoping that this was the "Linghui Temple" where I was looking for death and life.

When I got closer, I realized that this was a square courtyard with a wide area, and the two rows of houses on the left and right of the courtyard were black-lit, and only the tallest house in the middle had a few flickering lights. When I came to the gate, a wooden door that had been broken for a long time was closed, and there were three big characters written on the plaque on the door, but what was it if it was not "Linghui Temple"?

**Bo joy is infinite, and he is too lazy to knock on the door, hurriedly climb over the wall and enter, enter the courtyard, look at the cold moonlight, only to see the surrounding weeds up to his knees, two tall trees stand in the courtyard between the weeds, beside the stone road, the wings on both sides are pitch black, the windows are broken and the door is oblique, and the ears can only hear the "chirping" insects in the wild grass, so a lonely and lonely state. At the end of the bluestone road, above the dozens of stairs, in a large house, under the light of a few lights, there seemed to be a figure flickering.

Bo couldn't help but show joy on his face, ran across the stone path, ran up the stairs, and came to the door of a large hall. Looking ahead, I saw a dilapidated Buddha statue standing in the main hall, and on the table in front of the Buddha statue, there was cigarette smoke and fruit offerings. The three tables in the hall are divided in the shape of "Pin", and there is an oil lamp on and off in each of them. There are two dilapidated futons on the ground in front of the Buddha statue, and between the two futons there is a Go chessboard placed on the ground, and on the top of the left futon sits a bald monk wearing a moon-white robe, with a slightly rickety figure and wrinkles on his face, at least over fifty years old. On the futon on the right sat a lean old man dressed in gray clothes, wearing a blue square scarf, with a slashed face and a goat's beard under his chin. At this time, he saw that he had a white chess piece in the middle of his right hand, but he was contemplating and thinking, and he was undecided, and he did not fall behind. At this moment, the minds of the two of them were completely focused on this small chessboard, and they were as if they had never seen the arrival of ** wave.

**Bo was overjoyed, and secretly said in his heart: The ancient temple is deserted, the moon is dark and the wind is high, how can ordinary people play chess here in the middle of the night? It is the behavior of a martial arts master. The older the monk, the higher the kung fu must be. Thinking of this time, I turned a thought in my heart, when this monk showed his might, cleaned up his man surnamed Zhao with the previous finger, beat the ground to find teeth, and rescued the white-clothed scholar, he must ask this monk to teach himself three tricks and two styles. **Bo stepped into the threshold, couldn't help but be diligent, and said loudly and respectfully: "Monk, the junior**Bo greeted him, and he actually made a gesture while talking." At the same time, Shi Li was strange and funny in his heart, and suddenly secretly said in his heart: Why am I suddenly acting like I am acting in a costume drama.

The old pedant suddenly heard the sound of ** wave, and couldn't help but feel agitated, his right hand trembled, and the white chess piece fell, and with a "ding" sound, it happened to occupy a vacant position on a chessboard. The old pedant looked at the place where he fell, and couldn't help but look gloomy, it turned out that his white chess was quite superior, at this time he not only buried all the advantages, but also turned the victory into defeat, the situation was extremely bad, not ten hands, he could only push the table and admit defeat.

The old monk looked at the place where the other party fell, and couldn't help but smile: "Brother Jing, this son was caused by your mistake due to being disturbed, so naturally it doesn't count." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and dropped it on the chessboard, and he was about to pick up the white seed that had been mistakenly dropped.

The old man surnamed Jing stretched out his hand and gently brushed the old monk's right hand away, and said coldly angrily, "That's it, Jing will admit defeat, if you regret this move today, I'm afraid that you, the old monk, will have to talk all your life." After that, he turned his head and said with an angry face on his face: "Three watches in the middle of the night, where did the wild boy come from here to make noise and disturb the chess game." He disturbed ** Bo and lost the chess game, and he was extremely unhappy in his heart. When his eyes swept over the face of ** Bo on his side, he saw his appearance clearly, but his face showed a strange expression that was both happy and surprised, and said: "Your Highness, you are not in the house to recuperate, but what are you doing to find the old man?" ”

**Bo heard the inexplicable words of the other party, and actually called himself "Your Highness", and couldn't help but be confused by the second monk, and looked stunned.

The old man surnamed Jing stood up and took two steps closer, only then did he notice the strange costume of **Bo and the strange hair style, he couldn't help but be stunned, took the oil lamp on the table and came to **Bo, and looked at it. I saw that the appearance of ** wave was indeed very similar to the "Highness" I knew, but he was in good spirits, and he was definitely not the "Highness" who had been ill recently, and it was obvious that it was another person, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Xindao: Is there such a similar person in the world? If this strange young man wears the clothes of His Royal Highness King Ning and dresses up a little, I am afraid that even the old man, who often accompanies His Highness, may not be able to see through it.

Under the light, ** Bo was suddenly in his heart, and his smile suddenly stiffened, it turned out that at this time he was very close to the old man surnamed Jing, and he could see clearly, only to see that this pedant was about fifty years old, and he was hooked by an eagle nose, and two bright eyes shot out from a pair of triangular eyes, with a fierce face, like a bandit and a thief snatched a teacher's shirt and put it on, there was always such a sense of nondescript funny.

The old monk standing on the side said at this time: "Amitabha, the donor came late at night, I don't know why I came?" ”

**Bo turned his mind twice, roughly understood the other party's words, and immediately said urgently: "I came to ask you to show your martial arts to save someone?" ”

He got the white-clothed scholar to hint at coming to this Linghui Temple for help, and naturally he had a preconceived idea that the old monk in front of him was the master of the white-clothed scholar.

When the old scholar heard this, he frowned, turned his head to look at the old monk, and smiled helplessly: "The old man and this bald monk are both powerless people, how can they use martial arts to save people?" Seeing that ** Bo was anxious, he smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, and tell me the ins and outs of the matter carefully." ”

Seeing his respectful and smiling face, Bo couldn't help but feel a little furious in his heart, and secretly thought in his heart: The white-clothed scholar must have his intention to call me here when he was in danger. immediately settled down and said what happened after the meeting between Changjie and the scholar. At this time, he didn't know how he came to this place where he spoke ancient words, so he didn't mention his origin, but woke up from the long street and met the white-clothed scholar.

The two of them listened quietly to the ** wave talking, their faces were calm, but when they heard the scholar's age, dress and weapons, they couldn't help but say "Huh", obviously knowing the white-clothed scholar. When he heard the captain of Jinyi Wei, the man surnamed Zhao killed two companions and Na Hu Ting and took away the white-clothed scholar, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at each other. The white-clothed old monk couldn't help but put his hands together and said, "Good, good." The old man surnamed Jing snorted coldly in his nose, his face showed a sneer, and muttered: "No wonder among the government and the opposition, the civil and military officials talk about the tiger color change to the brocade guard, it seems that among the brocade guards, there are a few quite clever people." ”

Bo saw that the two of them knew that the white-clothed scholar had fallen into the hands of a strong enemy, but he still had a leisurely expression. Thinking that the white-clothed scholar must be in a dangerous situation at this time, he was in a hurry and was about to speak.

Although the old man surnamed Jing was silent on his face, he already had a rescue plan in his heart, and he saw that ** Bo was sweating profusely, his clothes were dirty, and he had a burning expression, and he secretly said in his heart: Today, the man in brocade set such a trap and captured Xu Shi's nephew. He had a chance to escape, but he was burdened by the young man and fell into the hands of the enemy. At this time, this young man cared so much about his safety, and it was obvious that he was a person who was not deeply involved in the world and had a pure character, but it was not in vain for his nephew to act righteously. Thinking of this, he smiled and said: "I can't hide it, this young scholar is an apprentice of one of my close friends, although you are a righteous person, but you don't know that this matter involves the lives of dozens or even more people. ”

**Bo filled his chest with doubt, dissatisfaction, and disappointment, and muttered: "It's not your apprentice, no wonder you can't wait." He was a young man, and what he thought in his heart naturally spoke.

The two of them heard ** Bo say this, but they didn't think it was wrong, and looked at each other and smiled.

The old man surnamed Jing smiled and said: "The man surnamed Zhao and Na Hu Ting designed tonight to plot against Xu Shi's nephew, but not to take his life, but to have other plans." If he is ruthless and has killed his two companions, why didn't he kill the two of you on the spot after he succeeded, and did this matter unnoticed? The reason why he spared your life was to deliberately let you come back to report the news. ”