Pay attention, this man's name is Xiao Shuai.

At this time, he was dressed as a man and a woman, sitting alone in the temple to worship the Buddha.

At night, there is an eerie silence in the White Horse Temple, and the mountain wind blows through the ginkgo trees in the temple, making a rustling sound, and it seems that the wind blows through the mountain gate like a crying sound.

It is a very strange thing for a person to be in a lonely temple, not to mention that the temple enshrines a Guanyin, who is four or five feet tall, sitting cross-legged, holding a baby in his hands, and has a peaceful expression.

Sending the son Guanyin is also called "Our Lady of Heavenly Immortals Bixia Yuanjun", "Our Lady of Descendants Guangsi Yuanjun", "Our Lady of Pox and Salesian Yuanjun", "Our Lady of Birth Xiqing Bao", "Our Lady of Birth Xiqing Baojun Yuanjun"......

It should be benevolent, but the detailed smile on the face of the god in front of him seems to be a little too standard, and there is a trace of weirdness.

The hall is empty enough that even an ethereal echo can be generated if you speak.

Jiang Han was alone in the main hall, and a certain guess gradually formed in his heart.

The lotus pond monk asked him to stay overnight in the White Horse Temple, kneel in front of the Buddha statue and worship all night, and sincerely pray for the appearance of the Goddess of Mercy.

It is not known for the time being

Si Jian left the White Horse Temple in the evening, this is what the prison said, as long as the lady is left alone to pray here.

Wait until the next day to pick people up.

So Si Jian left.

Of course, Jiang Han believed that Si Jian had just faked his departure, and he should have returned to the White Horse Temple now, and he didn't know where he was invisible.

Time passed away bit by bit, and at first there was the sound of monks chanting in the temple, but when it came to Xu, the chanting stopped.

Perhaps every day I had to do morning classes, and the monks went to bed relatively early, and they had already gone to bed at nine o'clock in the evening.

The huge White Horse Temple fell into a dead silence.

Jiang Han sat in front of Guanyin, but he was thinking about various things.

Today's trip to the White Horse Temple gave him a very peculiar feeling, the White Horse Temple raised more than a dozen orphans, it stands to reason that this should be a temple to help the poor, but there is a practice of leaving women to spend the night in the temple.

"Ning Yue said that her two swordsmen disappeared when they were exploring the White Horse Temple, which proves that there are at least six-rank masters in the White Horse Temple, or even five-rank, of course, whether it is six-rank or five-grade, I can deal with it."

"During the day, the prison monk Lianchi looks like an ordinary monk, and he has not cultivated in his body, and the first master of the Zhisheng who preached the scriptures seems to be an ordinary monk, and now he has never seen Xuanguang, the abbot of the White Horse Temple."

Just as Jiang Han was thinking, the gate of the temple behind him was pushed open with a creak, and then four heavy footsteps came from behind.

Jiang Han frowned, although he didn't turn his head, he felt a heavy aura from the four masters of the heavy footsteps behind him.

Footsteps kept approaching, and someone approached him and reached for the back of his head.

There are many dead points in the back of the head, and once they are caught, they will not be able to use Confucianism and Taoism.

Jiang Han didn't wait for the person behind him to touch him, twisted his neck to dodge, and at the same time turned sideways and slashed back with a hand knife.

His martial arts are not high, although after a few nights of special training by Si Jian, his swordsmanship can barely be regarded as a third-rate master, but it is estimated that he is not even a fourth-rate master without a sword.

But the person behind him obviously didn't expect a soft and weak "woman" to suddenly fight back, let alone that this beautiful skin was actually a man in the prime of life.

With a "bang", the hand knife slashed firmly on the neck of the person behind him, and the man snorted and passed out directly.

Jiang Han turned around and saw a prime-aged monk who had died on the ground, as well as three monks with stunned faces.

"Four monks, suddenly approaching me, could it be that they found out my identity and wanted to sneak attack?" Jiang Han's heart flashed, and the next moment, he saw the three monks looking at each other, and then rushed towards him.

If he had not received the special training of the sword, Jiang Han would have to use Confucian and Taoist spells if he wanted to subdue the three monks, but at this moment, he could see at a glance the fatal flaws on the bodies of the three monks when they pounced.

Immediately, he used his hand as a sword, gathered his energy in his fingers, and brushed the poking of the brush.

……

The three great monks didn't make a sound, they were directly knocked to the ground by Jiang Han, and they all fainted.

"Although these four monks have a bit of martial arts, at best, they are at the realm of the Nine Rank Meditation, how dare the four of them sneak attack me?"

After subduing these four people, Jiang Han couldn't help but have a question in his heart.

At first, he thought that the monks of the White Horse Temple had discovered his identity and wanted to attack him, but now that he looked, the martial arts cultivation of these four monks was extremely average, and it was okay to deal with ordinary people, but it was too big to deal with himself.

Moreover, he did not even bring a sword.

"Could it be that I'm wrong? Didn't they try to sneak up on me? No...... After I stunned one monk, the other three monks still pounced, obviously not misunderstood......"

Jiang Han frowned.

At this moment, a figure outside the palace gate blew in like a wind, and appeared in front of Jiang Han, but it was Si Jian who changed into his own clothes.

"What's wrong?"

Si Jian's eyes swept coldly at the four monks on the ground, looked at Jiang Han and asked.

Jiang Han groaned: "They suddenly attacked me and I was stunned...... Well, let's go to another yard and have a look. ”

During the day, he saw that there were still female dependents staying at the White Horse Temple, and it seemed that they were arranged to pray in other Buddhist halls.

He wanted to see what would happen to the ladies.

"Okay." Si Jian stared at him: "Give me back the sword." ”

"Right now." Jiang Han took out Si Jian's long sword from the cloud pattern Qiankun bag in his arms, and took out his own clothes, and when he was about to change into it, he saw that Si Jian did not avoid it.

"Ahem, Si Jian, I'm going to return my clothes."

"Oh..."

Si Jian said coldly.

"So you want to be the Dark Flame Dragon?" Jiang Han said.

Si Jian was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, and said coldly: "I'm not rare!" ”

With that, she turned away.

This sword doesn't know how to blush at all...... Jiang Han shook his head, changed into his own clothes, wiped the makeup off his face, and then took Ning Yue's clothes back into the moire Qiankun bag.

Then drag the four downed monks aside and hide behind the idols.

"Let's go, let's go to the other halls."

Jiang Han raised his head and said.

During the day, they had almost explored the White Horse Temple, and the two of them drove through the halls one by one, came to another meditation room, turned over on the roof, carefully lifted the tiles, and looked down.

I saw a young woman sitting in the meditation room, knocking on the wooden fish, reciting the Buddha's name.

He is one of the pilgrims who come to offer incense during the day, and is also left at the White Horse Temple to pray for blessings.