Liu Xianglian's trembling hand rested on Baochai Luo socks.

Gently exert force in the way of modern people taking off their socks, but how can he know the secret of this kind of socks, pulling left and right, the socks are like growing on Sister Bao's feet.

Baochai Xiafei's cheeks were slightly red.

The courage I had mustered was fading, and I wasn't sure when I would change my mind.

Although the foot injury is unbearable, there is a female doctor who specializes in serving pilgrims in this Jiming Temple, after all, if it is a man, these monks themselves will treat him.

Liu Xianglian's head began to sweat, originally it was just an ambiguous treatment of the injury, but now he felt particularly frustrated by his clumsy appearance.

Baochai suddenly smiled and said: "Don't worry, everything has a first time, and no one is born to know it." This shows that Xiaolinzi, you are still a hairy boy who doesn't understand anything. ”

The atmosphere was too embarrassing, and Baochai had to find a way to ease the atmosphere, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

What she said was also true, at least Liu Xianglian's clumsy movements proved that before, he had never touched a woman's feet, didn't he?

Of course, it's the limit to say this, it's impossible to look at Baochai to help herself, what will it look like?

No amount of excuse can explain misconduct and bad conduct, and Xue Baochai will become Xue Jinlian.

"It's called Miss Bao, and I'm smiling. I really didn't expect that there is a big difference between men and women in all aspects. ”

He gently tucked Baochai's skirt up, carefully observed the structure of Luo socks, and suddenly found a clue, it turned out that there was a small section of the calf disconnected, and the inner lining was secretly buckled with a tie, holding a beautiful little butterfly.

Baochai became even more nervous in Liu Xianglian's anxious gaze, couldn't help but shrink her legs, and stretched out with an apologetic smile.

Liu Xianglian's hand was about to stretch over, when she heard the bell of Jiming Temple ringing "dong----dong----dong......" in the silent night, nine times in a row, each more rapid than the other.

"What's going on?"

Liu Xianglian made a movement in her hand, walked outside the door and pushed the door open, looking into the distance, between the lights of the little stars at the foot of the mountain lined up in a long line, and the screams of the squirting even if they didn't know how far away, they could still hear the faint shouts.

There were no less than hundreds of lights, faintly forming an encirclement formation that trapped the entire Jiming Temple.

After thinking about it for a while, I knew that it was most likely caused by today's daytime events, so I hurriedly returned to the room.

"Sister Bao, we have to leave quickly!"

"What's wrong?"

"There are a lot of people coming to Jiming Temple, looking at this formation, it should be the Shanwu army stationed outside Jinling City! If I'm not mistaken, it should have a lot to do with what we bumped into today. ”

Liu Xianglian spoke, wrapping her soft sword closely.

Quickly came to the collapse where Bao Chai was sitting and said: "Sister Bao, I'll try to help you straighten your bones, it may be a little painful, you ninja point." ”

Liu Xianglian has entered the ranks of third-rate masters before, and her understanding of the human body has long exceeded the knowledge of more than ten years in her previous life, although she is not ten percent sure, but six or seven percent are always there.

Now that the fire burns the eyebrows, I can't take care of a lot.

At the moment, he dragged Baochai's foot with one hand, so that the other hand rubbed on his foot to feel the injury.

Suddenly, with a fierce force, a crisp "Gaba" sound sounded, Baochai covered her mouth and snorted, and it took a while before her brows furrowed.

"It turns out that you could have done it a long time ago, Xiao Linzi, your motives are not pure."

"Let's go and see, don't stay here any longer, become a turtle in an urn."

Liu Xianglian did not explain the consequences of failing to correct her bones, since she succeeded, don't you seem to have a low EQ?

Baochai cautiously tried to get off the ground, his face was relieved, and he smiled: "It really doesn't hurt!" ”

Then he jumped twice: "Let's really go, if the other party forces the abbot monks of Jiming Temple to be abnormal, won't we be too eye-catching?" ”

"It's better to pierce your eyes than to wait for death."

Liu Xianglian said depressedly: "If only we were separated when we came, then I left by myself, and those people and ghosts would not be found." ”

Baochai shook his head slightly: "Not necessarily, although those survivors didn't see me, but the people in the court are not all stupid, they will definitely investigate the motives of the clues, and we didn't carefully eliminate those traces when we left, I'm afraid the other party is likely to guess the truth." ”

"That's why I said we'd better get out of here. Go to the main hall of Jiming Temple to see the situation, in case things are really impossible, let's leave immediately! ”

In the face of the real imperial army and elite troops, the significance of one or two martial arts masters is really not much.

What's more, he's just a pseudo-master who has lost his skills now.

"Hmm...... You have to disguise it. ”

The two of them first lit the lights in their rooms, and then used the bedding, stools, chairs and the like to set them up, Liu Xianglian was responsible for contributing, and Baochai was responsible for the details.

The long dragon of torches under the mountain also began to gather at the entrance of Jiming Temple, connecting together, reflecting it as if it was daytime.

Baochai also changed into a monk's robe, and Liu Xianglian quietly slipped away.

The entrance to the Jiming Temple is the main one, and the saber is tense at this time.

"Amitabha, Lord Wei, this Jiming Temple is the first temple in Jinling that the royal family has enshrined, and there is a dojo of Master Zhitong. I don't know what Lord Wei wants to lead so many soldiers to surround Jiming Temple? ”

A great monk with a very smooth head led dozens of stick-wielding warrior monks to confront a black-faced general.

The black-faced general had a gloomy face, and beside him were four or five young generals in black armor, followed by soldiers with torches and archers and swords.

This military appearance and equipment look like a division that has fought on the battlefield.

The black-faced general bowed his hand slightly: "The abbot is polite, there are more than a dozen armed deserters in our military camp, and someone saw that they were running to Jiming Temple, so they sent someone to get it, and asked the abbot to make it convenient." ”

The abbot of Zende kindly stopped: "General Wei, the quiet place of Buddhism does not stir up dust." No matter how much dirt in the past, I put everything down when I entered my Buddhism, and my Jiming Temple has been inherited for thousands of years, and has never been affected by the disaster of the soldiers.

Hundreds of warrior monks up and down the Jiming Temple, nearly a thousand pairs of eyes did not find any deserters with swords.

I think it's General Wei's news is wrong, please come back.

Master Zhitong just left Jinling not long ago, you came to embarrass Lao Qu so much, is it difficult for some strong people to embarrass Jiming Temple? ”

Jiming Temple has stood for thousands of years, and naturally there are many unsightly secrets.

Derived so far, not to mention the murderous Liu Xianglian, Yao Huaer, the son of the general of the previous dynasty, is a monk here, and his legal name is Jien.

It's not that the abbot of Zen is bold, but this Jien is not only strong in his martial arts, he can become an Arhat in the temple, but also has countless gold, silver and jewelry classics and secret skills to increase the heritage of Jiming Temple, so it is a thing that is very beneficial to the development of Jiming Temple, as the abbot of Zen De Zen Master, how can he miss it.

Wei Meng smiled heartily: "Master Chande, I also know that Jiming Temple has a long history and many masters. Although I brought so many soldiers, but for the sake of Master Zhitong's face, I will not break in, I only took three or five guards to Chen Jingyang Hall to search, and then came back, what do you think? ”

The five black-armored young generals drew their swords out of their sheaths, stared at the stick monk with cold eyes, and if they disagreed, they swung their knives and killed the Quartet.

"Master Zende, who is presumptuous here?"

A little monk came out of the crowd under the guidance of a few small novices, this person is not a bystander, it is one of the right and left hands of Master Zhitong, Huikong!

"Amitabha, General Wei Meng, the Jinling City Defense Army, led a group of soldiers, and I came to search the halls of our Jiming Temple. Lao Wei should not have stopped it, but in the quiet place of Buddhism, for the sake of the Buddha's tranquility, he had to bring his disciples to stop it. ”

Although the monk Huikong is not very old, he has also followed Master Zhitong to travel all over the country, and he has enjoyed the feeling of being a superior person with Master Zhitong, and there is naturally a momentum of arrogance between his gestures.

Master Chande let go of the C position, and Master Huikong unceremoniously occupied the most dazzling position, looked up and down at Wei Meng on the opposite side, and sang a Buddha horn and said: "My master Zhitong is going to Beijing to pray for His Majesty the Emperor, and before leaving, let the disciples hold a corresponding ceremony here."

This ritual needs to be done for a full seven hundred and forty-nine days without interruption, and now it has just been done for seven days, General Wei wants to disturb the quiet place of Buddhism, and I dare not stop the little monk, but if this affects the major event of praying for the blessing of today, the little monk will be blamed, and the little monk will not be able to afford it, and the master will blame it, and the little monk will not be able to bear it.

Master Zende, get out of the way!

Please General Wei go in and find out! ”

When many monks heard this, they parted on both sides, leaving only a burly monk in the center.

Liu Xianglian pulled Baochai to line the night, and looked mixed among the many lay disciples, "filled with righteous indignation" and indignation with many monks.

Huikong is like the backbone of Jiming Temple, looking at Wei Meng.

Master Chande saw that there were still people blocking him, and his eyes jumped: "Jien, get out of the way and listen to Master Huikong's words." We have our own Zhitong master to call the shots for us. ”

Jiming Temple is not a Shaolin Temple.

Although there are also warrior monks, in the past ten years, they have taken the express train of the great monk of Zhitong is a thousand miles a day, and the whole temple now has two or three first-class masters, second-rate masters seventeen or eighteen, and third-rate masters forty or fifty, but compared to Shaolin Temple, there are grandmaster-level masters in charge or much worse.

In the face of a strong bow and crossbow, if you can't fight hard, you won't fight hard.

Jean stepped aside in hatred and looked at Wei Meng like a tiger.

Although he is a monk, he is only a lay disciple.

The head of the Zen monk Guangguang had begun to sweat, but Master Huikong was calm and light, reciting his own Prajna Heart Sutra.

Wei Meng frowned and looked at the open door of the Jiming Temple, and fell into a dilemma.

If there was no Huikong, he was sure to force Monk Chande to let him go in and search, but now, although he was still under a strong siege, he could forcibly search, but he couldn't make up his mind when he thought of the oppressive power of the Great Monk Zhitong.