After the assassination of Yuanjue Temple, the courtyard of the temple was cold.

When Chu Zhixia arrived, there were only a few small novices sweeping the floor at the door, and the sound of children reading came from across the wall. Little Shami, dumbfounded, came up to greet her, with a falling leaf on top of his head.

"Female donor, it has been inconvenient to incense in the temple recently." Xiao Shami said sincerely, "If something happens in the temple, it is inevitable that the donor will be implicated, so the donor should come back later." ”

Chu Zhixia didn't wear a sword or ride a horse, his wide robe was slow, and he was holding a black and gold folding fan in his hand, which looked a bit like a merry man.

"I'm here to worship Master Qingxuan." Chu Zhixia came as soon as he opened his mouth, and he didn't even stumble, "I once received the grace of the master's meal, and I heard that the master went astray and passed away, so I couldn't bear it." ”

Qing Xuan changed from a holy monk in the world overnight to a traitor with ill intentions and everyone shouted and beaten, and there were still people who dared to come to worship him. The little novice was stunned when he heard this, and suspected that the female benefactor was suffering from a vicious illness and was impatient.

"Don't deceive children."

The old and hoarse voice came, and the old monk stood in the green shade and chanted the Buddha.

"You are round and jade, at first glance, you are a pampered daughter in a high-ranking family, how can you have drunk Qing Xuanshi's porridge?" The old monk unhurriedly exposed Chu Zhixia's crude lies.

Chu Zhixia bowed slightly, but smiled silently.

Only then did the little novice react and retreat in a panic.

"On the night of Qing Xuan's assassination, the donor bravely escorted him, and the old man had some impressions." The old monk said, "Is there anything wrong with the donor?" ”

"Yu Linwei was ordered to investigate the case." Chu Zhixia said.

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The sound of wooden fish on the Daxiong Treasure Hall is bursting, and the sandalwood is curling.

Chu Shixia and the old monk stood side by side under the porch, watching from a distance as the children who had left school helped the little novice sweep.

"Master Qingxuan made a big mistake, the incense in the temple is far worse than before, what will these children do in the future?" Chu Zhixia asked as if unintentionally.

"Even if the pilgrims are willing to come back to offer incense, the temple can't afford to invite a gentleman to teach." The old monk sighed faintly, "All the supplies in the temple are donated by the queen's mother. Now...... These children can only become monks in the monastery in the future, and they will live hastily for the rest of their lives. ”

"I heard that Master Qingxuan is an abandoned baby who was thrown outside the temple." Chu Zhixia said meaningfully, "What year and month is this?" ”

"Sixteen years of Emperor Ling."

The old monk's eyes were stunned: "It was a snowy night, and the old man picked him up in front of the gate of Yuanjue Temple, he was as thin as a kitten, only a little longer than a man's palm." The people in the temple said that this child would not survive. ”

Emperor Ling is the name of the first emperor.

In the sixteenth year of Emperor Ling, almost forty years have passed. Emperor Ling pursued the way of immortality, abandoned the government, and believed in the warlocks of the rivers and lakes. The big families of the central dynasty fought to the death with the eunuchs and civil officials, and no one cared about the spread of famine.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

Parents who still have human nature will throw their children in front of temples and Taoist temples, so that they can eat a bite of food and not starve to death. However, many more children died in the arms of their mothers, whose bellies were full of Guanyin soil and elm leaves; Die in a snowdrift illuminated by a red lantern; Died in a canal covered with the fat and gold dust of the Oiran's mouth.

"Qing Xuan doesn't like to talk, and Lao Wei doesn't know why he assassinated His Majesty. What else is there for the donor to ask? The old monk's face was full of vicissitudes of life, as if he was extremely tired.

"Why did he suddenly invite himself to Tianzhu to learn scriptures?" Chu Zhixia asked abruptly.

Qingxuan's fame in Yuanjue Temple has brought a steady stream of incense, and it has brought life to countless orphans in the temple. From the Great Zhou Dynasty to Tianzhu, there are countless hardships and dangers along the way, if it is just to please the queen, it is really a little reluctant.

There is also a possibility that Qingxuan is an idiot who is obsessed with Buddhism.

But Chu Shixia keenly felt that this was not the case.

Sure enough, the old monk was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke.

"He said he wanted to find a way to save the world."

——

Akiba Mountain House.

Yuzhu sent away the people from the Deng family, and turned her head helplessly to look at Deng Mian, who was huddled in the corner of the flower hall and pretending to be quails.

"Deng Gongzi, are you really not going home?" Yuzhu persuaded with good words, "Dali Siqing has sent people many times, and he is not so diligent in collecting debts." ”

Deng Mian awkwardly did not speak.

"Alright, don't ask him." Chu Zhixia took a bite of the juicy fruit, and stared at the book in his hand without blinking, "When he is like me when I was a child, he will not be twisted." ”

Deng Mian said aggrievedly: "Boss, I quarreled with my father for you." ”

Chu Zhi Xia Xuan glanced at him with dignity, and said in disgust, "It's like a rabbit." Then if I teach you martial arts, you will also slap your father? ”

Deng Mian's head shook like a rattle.

"That's not the end of it. Father and son don't have an overnight feud, you better go home quickly. Chu Zhi Xia Yun said lightly.

Deng Mian sniffed out a strange atmosphere and did not speak.

"Otherwise, you can go back to Taixue and study." Chu Zhixia clasped the book in his hand on the table and said frankly, "Do you know how ugly it is to say it outside? They said that the daughter of the Chu clan in the clouds had a strange art and abducted the only son of Dali Siqing to raise him in person. ”

Deng Mian was so frightened that he coughed repeatedly, "I didn't say it!" ”

"So you hurry home." Chu Zhixia said sincerely, "Lest my eldest brother is in the clouds, and he will be impeached and taught by the officials." ”

"Okay." Deng Mian reluctantly responded.

"Study hard when you go home, don't get involved in your father's affairs." Chu Zhixia earnestly taught, "What are you doing with your two brains?" ”

Deng Mian didn't refute either.

Two people suddenly broke in the yard one after the other, and Cheng Yuan rushed in in with a strange scream all the way, jumping around in the yard as if his buttocks were on fire. Shen Zhou calmly walked through the courtyard, lining Cheng Yuan like a lost mind.

"Miss, don't touch him!" Cheng Yuan hid behind the pillar and swallowed his saliva, "Shen Zhou just touched the corpses of Qing Xuan and those six assassins, and put his hands on it!" ”

Chu Zhixia immediately took a step back, and Shen Zhou's hand fell into the air.

Shen Zhou looked at Chu Zhixia sluggishly for a moment, and the words "unbelievable" were written surprisingly vividly in his eyes, which made people's hearts sour and soft.

"I've washed my hands." Shen Zhou whispered, as if he was a little lost, and raised his arm to put it under his nose and sniffed it vigorously.

It's like a puppy that can't find the north by the rainstorm.

Chu Shixia immediately regretted it.

Yuzhu said with a very eye-catching eye: "I'll go and ask someone to boil hot water and bathe Young Master Shenzhou." After saying that, he turned around and ran.

——

The night is deep.

Chu Zhixia sat under the lamp and flipped through the book, and the door was suddenly opened and closed.

The uninvited Shen Zhou impatiently ran to Chu Zhixia, pressed her book, and stared eagerly into her eyes from the bottom up.

Shen Zhou's body exuded the fragrance of honey locusts, and there were a few wet strands of hair sticking to his snow-white cheeks, which had a kind of damp and messy beauty. His neckline was wide open, revealing his well-defined chest and seductive collarbones, and his belt was loosely clung around his waist, and he couldn't fall off.

The straightforward male color almost flushed out Chu Zhixia's nosebleed, she couldn't help but cover her nose, and pretended to ask as usual: "What are you doing?" ”

Shen Zhou was struck by her movements, and was about to get up and leave in despair.

"What's the fuss?" Chu Zhixia grabbed his wrist and asked.

"Do I still smell on me?" Shen Zhou asked.

Chu Zhixia coughed dryly, and said weakly: "It's smelly and fragrant." ”

It was so fragrant that Chu Zhixia wanted to take a bite.

Shen Zhou looked at her suspiciously: "But you covered your nose." ”

"It's dry." Chu Zhixia touched the tip of his nose, only to feel dirty, "You don't stink at all, really." Didn't you go to Dali Temple today, what did you gain? ”

Only then did Shen Zhou sit in front of her and began to explain: "The dead person has no disguise, if the person who recognizes the body has no problem, then he is undoubtedly Qingxuan." ”

"It seems that the monk is indeed a real monk." Chu Zhixia nodded and pressed the table.

"But there is something wrong with those assassins." Shen Zhou said again.

Chu Zhixia flipped through the book, "What's the problem?" ”

"Most of the assassins on the rivers and lakes buy their lives with money, and they don't owe each other money and goods. Except for the Assassin sects such as the Nine Shadows Division and the Red Lotus Tower, most of the assassins fought alone, and few were in groups. ”

Chu Shixia thought for a moment and retorted, "Maybe Qingxuan hired multiple assassins. ”

"If you have money to earn, you have to spend it." Shen Zhou said, "There are so many assassins, it is impossible to be ignorant of the people they assassinated. The assassination was carried out in front of everyone's eyes, and they knew that they would not be able to escape. ”

Chu Zhixia suddenly laughed weirdly: "You also know that you can't run away if you assassinate the emperor in front of everyone's eyes?" ”

The sinking boat was dumbfounded.

Chu Zhixia snorted and let him continue: "Then what do you think, who are those assassins?" ”

"Dead man."

"It's getting more and more interesting." Chu Zhixia said lazily.

Qing Xuan didn't know why he wanted to kill the emperor, and he hit it off with someone who had the ability to raise the dead, and he started planning since he was invited to Tianzhu to learn scriptures - if it wasn't for Chu Zhixia to stir up the situation, Shen Zhou would have assassinated the prince with one foot, and the emperor's bones would be cold.

Shen Zhou didn't think it was interesting.

He looked left and right, and his eyes fell on the book in Chu Zhixia's hand. Chu Zhixia had been reading all night, and his eyes fell on him a few times.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Zhou asked.

"The scriptures that Qing Xuan retrieved from Tianzhu." Chu Shixia pinched his eyebrows and said seriously, "He said to the abbot of Yuanjue Temple that the purpose of learning scriptures is to pursue the way to save the world. I wanted to see if there were any of these books that he said he was talking about as a 'way to save the world.'" ”

"Is it pretty?" Shen Zhou asked without any waves.

"It's all Sanskrit, and I'm annoyed to see it." Chu Zhixia said irritably.

"Since books are not good-looking, then why do you only read books and not me?"

Shen Zhou suddenly approached, and Chu Zhixia suddenly raised his eyes and met his wet eyes, like ink jade soaked in water.

Chu Zhixia wanted to retreat, but his back was against the edge of the table. Shen Zhou pressed his arms on the table and trapped her, his eyes brushed inch by inch from Chu Zhixia's face, ears, and neck, and a hot flush involuntarily appeared on Chu Zhixia's skin.

"You've said I'm the best looking before." Shen Zhou was aggressive, and his wet hair fell to Chu Zhixia's neck, with a faint fragrance, "You lied to me?" ”

"When did I lie to you?" Chu Zhixia was forced by him to be helpless, his eyes dodged, and he said funny, "Your tone just now is especially like my father's aunts who are jealous, asking him, 'Is it other women who are good-looking or I am good-looking'." What a grudge, Young Master Shen Zhou. ”

You lied. Shen Zhou's gaze swept over her bright lips.

Chu Shixia didn't know why he was unhappy again.

"Then why don't you look at me?" Shen Zhou didn't give up, and pleaded in a low voice, "I will wash it every day in the future, don't hide from me." ”

Chu Zhixia couldn't do anything with his pitiful and cautious tone, Shen Zhou always had a way to make her soft-hearted. Shen Zhou was far more pestering than in his previous life, and vaguely gave Chu Shixia some hope.

Chu Zhixia finally turned his head to look at him, his eyes gently tracing his eyelashes that were wet with moisture.

Immediately after that, Chu Zhixia's eyes fell, and Shen Zhou's neckline had been opened to his waist, and his shoulders, chest, and abdomen were unobstructed. He himself was still unconscious, staring at Chu Zhixia persistently, vowing to compare himself with that scripture.

Pink.

Chu Zhixia's head roared, two streams of heat gushed out from under his nose, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover it.

Shen Zhou froze in place, not knowing what was happening.

"It's dry." Chu Shixia exonerated himself in embarrassment.