Running all the way, leaving his companions far behind, Ma Yu had his own considerations.

The Taiyi Altar Array has announced to the entire territory of the Guangwu Empire that it is collaborating with the enemy, and presumably this nunnery will definitely get the news as soon as possible.

There are not so many people like Ren Dalu and Xiao Teng who are open-minded and have the ability to think independently.

From beginning to end, the two of them had not encountered more pursuers in addition to Chu Mu and Tianluo on the way to escape.

Perhaps in the early days of his escape, the emperor was afraid of the forces of Ma and Han and did not increase his wanted powers.

But now, through the ironclad guard who met by chance, he learned that the empire had opened the Taiyi Altar Array, and Ma Yu understood that this was a clear tear of his face, and he was bound to arrest himself.

While thinking about it, Ma Yu ran to the door of the nunnery, only to see that both sides of the vermilion wooden door were planted with emerald green tall bamboos.

Above the wooden door of the nunnery, the plaque is inscribed with three golden characters of the pear blossom hermitage, and the person who signed it was Han Fenglin.

Ma Yu was stunned, Han Fenglin, this person is Han Xiangtian's father.

Although this person does not like martial arts, his calligraphy and painting attainments are a must, and his status as a Korean princess has also attracted countless dignitaries to compete for his authentic works.

In this inconspicuous small place, there is an inscription by Han Fenglin, which shows that this place has a lot of relationship with the Han family.

It's just that the elegant and chic handwriting is a little fresh, as if the inscription is not long ago, and there is not even a trace of dust on the wooden plaque.

"Knock knock......" Ma Yu lightly buttoned the wooden door, and not long after, a clear female voice came from inside, "Closed today, please go back." ”

Ma Yu looked around, except for this pear blossom hermitage, the naked eye can see that the place is full of rivers.

In the distance, you can vaguely see a city shrouded in high walls, which must be Cegu Castle.

This is the only place to settle in Blackie.

Thinking of this, Ma Yu continued to knock on the door and said: "Little master, we are travelers from Jinjing, there are pets injured on the way, and we want to borrow treasure land to recuperate. ”

"Squeak......" The door opened openly, and a little nun with half a head stuck out her head with delicate features.

When the female monk saw Ma Yu alone, she asked, "Where is your injured pet?" ”

Ma Yu asked: "Little master, my pet is huge, I bother you to report to the host, we will fully bear the cost of recuperation for a few days, and we will add more incense money for your land." ”

The little nun hesitated for a moment and nodded, "This donor, wait a while, I'll go and ask for instructions." ”

There was no aura of murder around, and it seemed that the officials and soldiers had not touched this place.

Ma Yu relieved himself and waved to his companions in the distance to show safety.

When the companion arrived at the door of Ewha Nunnery, the little nun opened the door again and said, "A few donors, please come in." ”

Seeing Xiao Hei, the little nun stuck out her tongue, "You pets are too old!" ”

Han Xiangtian smiled: "Don't be afraid, it has grown up with me since I was a child, it is very smart, and it will not hurt people casually." ”

After explaining, Han Xiangtian also noticed the plaque of the Pear Blossom Nunnery, and at first glance it was his father's handwriting, and he was secretly shocked in his heart: "The little nunnery, it is actually the father who is proud of his talent to inscribe a plaque for it, what big people are here?" ”

Under the guidance of the little nun, several people successfully entered the Ewha Nunnery.

Just entered the door, Xu Rouer looked happy: "It's so fragrant!" ”

Wan Huanxi also smelled a different aroma, and said excitedly: "It's so sweet, this spice is definitely the best quality." ”

In the Ewha Temple, there is a big house on the left and right to worship the gods, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes,

The left room enshrines the brass sitting turtle vertical palm Doumu Yuanjun; The idol is dressed in blue sky clothes, favoring blue sky clothes, and his face is solemn.

The right room enshrines the three-sided and eight-armed Doumu Yuanjun of brass in a different form, with an angry face, and seven black-body mud pigs riding under him, which has the majesty of leveling all directions.

Ma Yu held his breath and couldn't help but worship sincerely.

You must know that Doumu Yuanjun is the mother of the Big Dipper, and in the Guangwu Empire, he has great respect for the sun, moon and stars.

Like Doumu Yuanjun, in the territory of the empire, it is most enshrined in the nunnery.

In the center of the courtyard, there is a bronze square tripod, the tripod is inserted with high incense and burns slowly, and there is yellow paper in the tripod that has been burned into ashes.

Ma Yu clasped his hands together and prayed involuntarily in his heart: "Immortal, if possible, please bless me to see my mother in my lifetime." ”

Han Xiangtian said lightly: "It's true that my father has come to Ewha Nunnery, but only once, I can't figure out how he could inscribe a plaque for him." ”

Ma Yu naturally understands that Han Fenglin's calligraphy and painting attainments are too high.

In the division of strength in the field of calligraphy and painting, Han Fenglin must have a place in the top ten in the entire Guangwu Empire!

Ma Yu followed the little nun to the main hall, and saw a middle-aged Taoist aunt sitting cross-legged on a futon, as if praying sincerely.

The little nun muttered: "It's strange, the presiding officer will knock on the wooden fish every day, why don't you move today." ”

Ma Yu looked carefully, and a wooden short stick was quietly placed in the wooden box next to the host, but she didn't even move.

The little nun stepped forward, "Ning Jue presides over ......"

She only touched the presiding officer lightly, and the middle-aged nun fell to the side like an autumn wind hitting the leaves, without warning, and her limbs were so stiff that it was difficult to separate.

"Ahh Host Ning Jue, what's wrong with you? The little nun tried her best to shake the middle-aged woman, but to no avail.

Xu Rou'er's eyes are quick and her hands are fast, and she stepped forward to feel her pulse.

However, it was found that the person's body was cold, and he had obviously been dead for a long time.

Looking at Ning Jue's face again, his face was calm and peaceful, and it was obvious that he was plotted by someone while meditating.

Han Xiangtian's heart tightened, and the hand holding the ink sword was a little heavier.

He asked the sword spirit deep down, "Is it a good thing you did?" ”

There was no response, and since Xiao Teng became a puppet and was killed, the sword spirit has not appeared.

Han Xiangtian has no problem, the ink sword is already psychic, if it is discarded, it is not allowed in the dark and what bad intentions are plotting.

Carrying it with you right now can maximize your defense, but it's really a helpless move.

Ma Yu asked, "Little master, how many of you have here?" How long has Ning Jue been here? ”

The little nun cried in her vocal cords, "In addition to Ning Jue, we have 8 sisters here, and the host meditates here in the afternoon, but I didn't expect to encounter an unexpected ......"

Xu Rouer said angrily: "It's really vicious, the perpetrator used a hidden weapon to penetrate Shitai's eardrum and directly destroy her brain......"

In an even more cruel expression, Xu Rouer did not say that the moment the hidden weapon penetrated into the cranial nerve, it took the lead in destroying her cerebellum and making her unable to move.

But when her brain was penetrated by a hidden weapon, her five senses were still there, as if she was trapped and restrained, and thousands of pains were concentrated all over her body, but she couldn't move.

This way of killing is extremely brutal!

Ma Yu felt heavy and blamed himself more and more, is it because of me?

In the past few days, I have seen countless living people die inexplicably.

An intact life is as fragile as a mustard, and Ma Yu's heart is endlessly sentimental.

"Who!" Wan Huanxi, who had already raised his vigilance, suddenly raised his whip, and the Ninety-Five Supreme struck towards the ceiling of the wooden house like a spiritual snake.