The little monk stared at the sky, and a drop of rain fell on his eyelashes, and his eyes blinked unconsciously.

"Master, it's raining."

"It's fun, so don't do your homework soon."

"Oh."

The little monk covered his head, trotted back to the main hall, sat next to his senior brother, and said something in his mouth.

Only his eyes glanced out from time to time, for he faintly heard the sound of hurried horses' hooves.

After a while, the rain was already heavy.

The rain fell on the roof of the house, splashing a layer of white rain and mist, like an ethereal white veil.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew violently, and the white veil drifted away, and the raindrops hit the stagnant water obliquely, stirring up splashes.

Ping'an Temple is an ancient temple, but there is still a distance from the nearest Funing County.

Coupled with the disrepair, the incense is not vigorous.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and then abruptly stopped.

After a while, two figures appeared at the gate of Heian Temple.

was drenched by this sudden heavy rain, Li Yunsheng and Jiang Qingying, who were drenched in soup.

The two glanced at each other, and they both looked down.

No one expected that this rain would come so suddenly.

Both of them are usually served by others, so they travel lightly and simply.

So, I was caught off guard today.

There were no people nearby, and if it weren't for this temple, they would have to travel in the rain.

The abbot picked up two umbrellas and was about to go to the door to greet them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand was loosened, the little monk who didn't want to meditate and chant had already snatched the umbrella in his hand.

"I'm going to give the donor an umbrella."

As he spoke, a man ran into the rain with an umbrella, and his footprints splashed one by one.

At the gate, Li Yunsheng took the umbrella and thanked him.

The little monk looked surprised, and he raised his hand to Jiang Qingying's chest.

"The donor's chest is stronger than my senior brother, you must have a lot of strength!"

Facing the little monk's childlike words, Li Yunsheng wanted to endure but couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Qingying looked down, and the rain wet her robe, so she clinged to her body.

It may not be obvious at ordinary times, but at this time, a man's outfit looks particularly abrupt.

"Don't laugh!"

Jiang Qingying knocked Li Yunsheng's head with an umbrella, and then ran into the temple quickly with an umbrella alone.

The little monk touched his bare head, puzzled.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Li Yunsheng took the umbrella in the little monk's hand, and the two of them held one together.

Looking at the empress's back, he remembered the situation of the two of them in the sky that day.

"You're right, she's really strong."

Especially those legs, clamp your waist, and don't want to break free again.

At the entrance of the main hall, the old monk gave a salute.

"Donor, you can go to the meditation room to change your clothes first."

Jiang Qingying was cold, and her teeth were chattering when she spoke.

"Thank you."

The two of them were only in a hurry, and she didn't bring any extra clothes at all.

She wanted to change her clothes, but she didn't know what to change.

When Li Yunsheng and the little monk walked to the door of the main hall, they saw Jiang Qingying standing in the main hall, holding the door with both hands, only poking out his head and waiting for him.

He could tell that Jiang Qingying was trembling.

"Master, we didn't bring a change of clothes, can we borrow two clean monk's robes first?"

As he spoke, he took out a silver ingot from his wet sleeve.

"A little incense money, I hope the master will accept it."

The old monk, who was already enthusiastic, became a little more cordial when he saw the silver.

"Two donors, please come with me."

Moments later, the two were taken to a clean meditation room.

Then, the little monk walked in with two sets of monk's robes and two pairs of shoes.

After putting it down, it seemed that he was afraid that Li Yunsheng would dislike it, so he pointed to the monk's robe and said something deliberately.

"These are all new."

"Thank you."

Li Yunsheng got up, took the little monk and walked outside the house, and closed the door.

The old monk returned with two hand stoves, and when he saw him coming out with his wet clothes, he instantly understood.

"Donor, the meditation room next door is also empty."

Li Yunsheng took the stove and warmed his hands.

"No need, I'll wait for her to come out."

Cultivating to the sixth grade, his body has become much stronger.

When the air engine is running, the cold can be kept out.

The old monk glanced at Li Yunsheng.

"The donor uses the Tongxuan Sutra of Jingming Mountain."

Yo, Li Yunsheng turned his head.

"The master can even see this."

"Alas......"

The old monk sighed.

"The head of Jingming Mountain is an old friend of the poor monk, and some time ago he wrote a letter to show me, saying how strong the incense on his mountain is."

Li Yunsheng asked knowingly.

"Then how did the incense on his mountain flourish?"

"It is said that I invited the emperor to inscribe four words, and I was happy to be bright."

"Then the master will also go to the capital and ask the lord Zaifu to inscribe a word, maybe the incense in your temple can also be better."

The old monk smiled.

"Duanyun likes to spy on the heavens, and the poor monk thinks everything is casual."

Li Yunsheng nodded thoughtfully, and there was indeed some fate.

"The master's state of mind is much higher than that of Duanyun Dao."

"Don't, don't say that, don't say that.

The poor monk didn't want to make the incense in the temple evergreen, but ......

The old monk looked at the little monk who didn't understand anything on the side and continued.

"Li Xiang is a figure standing in the clouds, and our small Heian Temple really doesn't have anything to do."

In fact, the four words of the question are easy for Li Yunsheng.

It's just that he has dealt with Senior Brother Duanyun a few times, and he also understands that his luck is not so good.

When they met, he didn't dare to leave words for each other rashly.

I'm afraid that this small temple can't afford its luck.

When the time comes, it will harm Heian Temple.

While the two were chatting, the door to the meditation room opened.

As soon as Li Yunsheng turned around, he saw the empress in a monk's robe walking out.

The little monk stared at the boss with his eyes open, the pectoralis major muscles of this donor, and the two senior brothers couldn't compare.

The old monk stretched out his hand and covered the little monk's eyes.

"Don't look at indecent things."

Li Yunsheng looked the empress up and down, and the monk's robe was changed, which was quite a bit of the taste of a lay little nun.

The empress's long wet hair hung down behind her.

Because the previous clothes were wet inside and out, there was no restraint at the moment, and the chest was even more bulging.

Dou Xiaohanquan, the flowers turn over Ludi, and the two Wufeng are the most heartbroken.

Jiang Qingying saw that his gaze was impure, and his arms were folded in front of his chest.

"Why don't you go change your clothes, see what I'm doing."

Li Yunsheng put the stove in his hand on the empress's chest, and then walked into the room.

house.

On the soft collapse was the robe that the empress had just changed, and a long white cloth was placed on the collapse.

Li Yunsheng glanced at the white cloth, and then looked back at Jiang Qingying who was standing at the door.

A thought suddenly popped into my head, the empress should be in a vacuum now.

Bang.

The door was closed by the empress, Li Yunsheng smashed his mouth, and then picked up the clean monk's robe on the side.

The rain continued until nightfall.

After eating fast in the temple, Jiang Qingying listened to the chanting and stood in front of the Buddha statue reverently, closing his eyes and praying.

The little monk's eyes peeked at him from time to time, and his head suddenly opened up as soon as he chanted, this 'son' is a woman!

Thinking of this, the little monk wanted to take a second look after one look.

He had just asked the Buddha why this was, and before the Buddha could give him an answer, the great monk gave him a brain scoop.

The little monk was in pain, covered his head and continued to chant.

Li Yunsheng stood aside, waiting for Jiang Qingying to slowly open his eyes.

"If you make a wish to him, you might as well make a wish directly to me."

Jiang Qingying quietly moved a step to the side, a little farther away from Li Yunsheng.

Clasped his hands together again and muttered.

"Buddha, I don't know this person well."

The implication is that when you condemn your sin, don't take me with you.

Li Yunsheng pouted, and the abbots in this temple wanted to beg for their own inscriptions.

The Buddha in this temple is really spiritual, as for the incense like this?

The people in the main hall did not know that the entire Heian Temple had been surrounded.

Beside Tie Xuan, a man in a cloak whispered.

"I found out, because of the rain, they arrived here at noon and never left."

"Up!"

In Funing County, it was inconvenient for so many of them to enter the county seat, so the last assassination was just a temptation.

This time, the two people in the temple are already turtles in the urn, and there is nowhere to escape.

With Tie Xuan's order, in the rainy night, a thousand dead soldiers armed with long knives quickly gathered towards Heian Temple.

The old monk sighed in his heart, and glanced at Li Yunsheng and Jiang Qingying meaningfully, it seemed that they were in trouble in Ping'an Temple.

Just as he was about to get up, Li Yunsheng had already held up an oil-paper umbrella and walked out.

The sound of the rain falling on the ground obscured the footsteps outside the temple.

Knock knock!

At the gate, there was a knock.

The chanting gradually stopped, as the knock on the door grew more and more rapid.

Bang.

The temple gate was kicked open, and with a thunderclap, you can see a dense crowd of people holding long knives standing outside the temple gate.

The temple is full of monks, and Li Yunsheng and Jiang Qingying are particularly eye-catching.

Moreover, Li Yunsheng was still standing alone in the courtyard, as if he was waiting for them to come.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingying sighed slightly, it seemed that Jiang Ying had to kill her.

She did not hide in the hall alone, but stood beside Li Yunsheng with an umbrella.

"Can we still go?"

I have already died once, and I have seen Li Yunsheng die once.

Her fear of death was not as strong as the first time.

At the door, the man in black raised the knife in his hand and pointed directly at Li Yunsheng and the others.

"We came to Heian Temple for one thing, to kill two people!

If you don't want to die, just stand aside and don't meddle in things. ”

"Amitabha."

The old monk stood in the middle of the hall with his hands folded.

"Buddhism is good, donors, don't act rashly."

The man in black waved the knife in his hand and sneered.

"Kill or kill!"

At this moment, people in black around the temple jumped onto the courtyard wall.

Even the roof of the main hall is full of people with long knives.

Li Yunsheng only had a cursory perception that there were at least six or seven of these people whose cultivation was above him.

Especially the person standing at the door, I'm afraid it's already a three-grade realm.

He unhurriedly put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, but his clothes were not wet with raindrops.

(End of chapter)