The two monks sitting at the top hurriedly stood up, intending to drive away the wild cats.

And in this case, the door was completely opened.

A gust of wind followed, and four masked men in nightwear rushed in.

Each of them held a sword in their hand, and their eyes glowed with a cold light like the blade of a sword.

"Who are you waiting for, why do you want to break into the Guangyin Temple at night?" A monk stepped forward and blocked the way of several people.

Zhao Xiaoju stepped back, she didn't know what was going on, this sudden everything reminded her of the situation when she was kidnapped.

Zhao Xiaoju covered her head and felt a splitting headache.

A masked man pointed at the monk: "Little monk, get out of the way, I'm just asking the little lady to go back, it has nothing to do with you." ”

"Amitabha, the female benefactor is now borrowing Guangyin Temple, and the temple has the right to protect her, so you should turn back and put down the butcher's knife." The monk clasped his hands together and patiently persuaded.

There was a sound of brushing the ground, and the cold light flashed.

The monk had fallen to the ground, and blood was gushing out of his neck.

"You, you killed the little monk's brother, you?" Another monk is still young, and when he sees this situation, he is at a loss.

"Little monk, get out of the way, if not, you will be the same as him." The killer continued to shake the sword in his hand, with an unstoppable posture.

"Evil animal, this is a quiet place for Buddhism, and you can't wait to spread wild here." There was another roar outside the gate, like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Several masked men turned around and saw several people standing in the doorway, all with angry expressions.

"Who are you?" The masked murderer didn't know the man outside, but he was just a little surprised, how could anyone know that tonight's operation was so secretive?

"We are heavenly soldiers and generals sent by heaven to eliminate harm for the people." A man laughed loudly.

"Kill ......"

Several masked men, all turned around, facing several strange men at the door.

Unexpectedly, only a man came to the door, and there was only a sword in his hand.

Unlike the others, his face was also covered with a black cloth, and the people here could only see his angry eyes.

"Looking for ...... Death"

The murderous masked man rushed over, and the sword in his hand danced in a trick.

As soon as he touched the man's sword, the sword in his hand was broken.

I only felt that my heart was slightly warm, and when I lowered my head again, I found that there was a sword inserted in my heart.

The sword was drawn, and blood splattered.

The murderer, less than a moment after the killing, also fell under the sword of others.

There were a few people left, and they stepped forward one after another.

It's a pity that none of them are opponents.

After only a few moves, they all fell to the ground.

Although they were not stabbed, they were also miserable and painful.

"Amitabha, good, good......"

At the top of the hall, an old voice was heard.

Everyone looked over, only to see the little monk kneeling in front of the abbot and crying bitterly: "Master, he, they killed Senior Brother Chen." ”

"You get up first, and the dust is not dead, but goes to the Western Elysium, Amitabha." The abbot stood on his chest with one hand and counted the beads with the other, his face calm.

On the ground, several masked men were convulsing, looking extremely embarrassed.

Zhao Xiaoju was already frightened, sitting on the ground, at a loss.

The abbot walked towards the door and folded his hands: "I don't know where the donors come from?" ”

The person who raised the sword in front took off his face and took off his face, and it was a man in the prime of life, and the sword in his hand was originally a treasure, capable of sharpening iron like clay and blowing hair and breaking hair.

"This benefactor, may I ask who you are?" The abbot asked, wrinkling his eyebrows.

"Abbot, this person is the famous Baili Changfeng, the minister of the Qin Mission." At the door, a man walked in, with a hint of cunning on his face.

"Zheng Gongzi, it turned out to be you?" The abbot didn't know Baili Changfeng, but he knew Zheng Guangzong.

"Abbot, I'm still a step late in the end, and I ask the abbot to forgive me." Zheng Guangzong stepped forward and bowed his waist to apologize to the abbot.

"Zheng Gongzi, the world is difficult, Lao Wei only hopes that there will be more righteous people like you in the world, which is the luck of the common people and the blessing of the people."

The abbot folded his hands, but his face was full of sadness.

"Master, what should I do next?" A monk walked up to the abbot.

"Cremated Chen's body, he was originally called Chen, it's time to end the dust." The abbot had a cold expression and was facing west.

Zheng Guangzong walked up to Zhao Xiaoju and helped Zhao Xiaoju up: "Sister, don't be sad, after arranging Brother Zhu's funeral,

I'll arrange a place for you to stay and recuperate for a while, and then come up with another idea when you're calm. ”

"Zheng Gongzi, where are you no longer arranging the slave family?" Zhao Xiaoju already felt that the future was bleak and there was nothing to love.

"Yunlong Inn, there are a few female students in Yunlong Inn now, if you go there, you can also help Mr. Cheng to get started, it's actually quite good."

Zheng Guangzong remembered Mr. Cheng's character, who was upright all his life and a veritable humble gentleman.

Zhao Xiaoju knelt down again and thanked Zheng Guangzong for saving his life.

When Zheng Guangzong left, he left two family members here to take care of Zhao Xiaoju, and the remaining few people took away several black-clothed masked people, including the deceased.

The hundred miles of wind have been walking with his head buried in his head, and his brows are furrowed.

Zheng Guangzong caught up with him in a few steps: "Lord Baili, you are waiting, why are you in such a hurry?" ”

"Zheng Gongzi, now the situation in Huaili County is more serious than the lower officials imagined, the squires are rampant, the government has done nothing, and the people have no fixed residence.

It's a pity that the capital is also in turmoil now, if it weren't for us to arrive today, these people would have to wash the Guangyin Temple in blood. "The wind only slowed down, and did not stop.

"Lord Baili, I am fortunate to have you today, otherwise it is really unimaginable, what will happen?" Zheng Guangzong frowned slightly, and he was also palpitating.

Zheng Guangzong was also secretly glad that after he received Zheng Er's news, he hurriedly led people to Guangyin Temple.

Unexpectedly, not far from Zheng's house, he encountered a hundred miles of wind in a hurry.

It turned out that the things in the city, Baili Changfeng had heard a little, plus Zhu Neng still had forty or fifty brothers under him, and there was no accurate information about Zhu Neng, so Baili Changfeng wanted to go into the city to see.

"Zheng Gongzi, your fiery stick may be useful when you are in close combat, if there are too many people on the other side, it is estimated that you will also be overwhelmed."

Baili Changfeng did not hide it, and directly said Zheng Guangzong's shortcomings.

"Lord Baili, do you have any good strategies to help you get out of the predicament?" Zheng Guangzong arched his hand and signaled.

"Tonight, you come to the inn to find me." The hundred miles of wind twisted his eyebrows and replied.