Chapter 6 The moon is dark and the wind is high

The ice wheel hangs high in the air, and the moon is as clear as water. When the moon is in the sky, the smoke of the crystal is sprinkled, and the brilliance of the glass is refracted and bright, and it is hazy.

The night has fallen, and in the sky, the starlight is misty, the brilliance is soft, and the essence is as soft as a feather, and a large number of them are sprinkled, and they are raised one after another, and the whole night is quiet.

In the evening, the cool breeze blows the thousand-year-old trees in the ancient temple, the leaves are swaying, in the quiet moonlight, projecting a large mottled shadow, here in the ancient temple of Jinding, it is very lonely.

However, this night, this monastery, was destined not to be peaceful.

Han Xuanming, Le Kang and Liu Yiyi were hidden in the night, sneaky, and discussing in a whisper.

Le Kang said loudly: "After a while, we will go separately, I will go to the firewood room to set fire, and the two of you, wait for the opportunity to move, and find a way to rescue Ange." ”

Liu Yiyi asked quietly: "Let's go to save An Ge, what if the abbot of this temple arrives? ”

Han Xuanming chuckled lightly and said proudly: "Don't worry, he won't come, tonight, he's busy!"

The other two were puzzled, but they didn't have time to ask Han Xuanming the reason, they just believed it. The three of them acted, Le Kang slipped in the direction of the firewood house, while Han Xuanming and Liu Yiyi touched in the direction of the temple compound.

It was getting late, as if I had a premonition that something was about to break out here, and it was getting darker and more depressing.

In the distance, taking advantage of the night, a large dark cloud floated in, like an inverted pot bottom, covering the sky and blocking the moonlight, and the night of the Jinding Temple became dark.

"Boom!"

The thunder sounded, and a silver snake danced in the air, and in a brief moment, it cut through the dark night, illuminating the world, so that people could see everything clearly for a while.

A heavy rain seems to be coming.

Liu Yiyi glanced at the bottom of the square, frowned unconsciously, looked very nervous, and said in a low voice: "The guards here are too strict, if you want to save people, it's difficult!"

Han Xuanming didn't reply to Liu Yiyi's words, hid in the tree, and saw An Ge through the faint light.

The thin body, not a tall figure, at this moment, looks extremely haggard. He was tied to a lonely log, and the rope was so tight that it was bleeding.

On his left arm, the bandage that was never untied made Han Xuanming even more convinced that that person was his junior brother, and there was no doubt that he was An Ge.

Although the square below is not brightly lit, there are a lot of torches, and it can be seen that there are definitely not a few people who take care of the inspection.

Looking at the situation below, Han Xuanming didn't speak for a long time, silent.

Below, in the place on the square, there was a little monk, looking sneaky, looking left and right, avoiding the people patrolling around, and came to An Ge, holding a scoop of clear water in his hand.

The little monk's expression was anxious, and he was a little anxious, so he sent the water to An Ge's mouth and fed him water. While feeding the water, the little monk took out a steamed bun from his arms, which should have been stolen.

After many days of water and rice, An Ge was indeed extremely thirsty, and his lips were chapped. He didn't bother to say "thank you" and began to gulp down water.

On the side, the little monk helped An Ge smooth his back and said, "Don't worry!

At this time, all around, the lights suddenly turned on, and many people came out of the darkness, all holding ring sticks, and surrounded the place.

Such a change is something that the little monk has no time to react to. He panicked all of a sudden, and knocked the remaining water to the ground. Of course, there is not much water left in the scoop.

The steamed buns rolled to the ground, and the "bones" rolled to the feet of one person.

The little monk chased the steamed bun over, looked up and saw the man, and was immediately taken aback, and stammered: "Fang ...... Abbot...... Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" said with a look of anger on his face, "I want to ask you, why are you here?"

"I ...... I...... I ......"

The little monk stammered, knelt on the ground, and didn't dare to get up, and after a long time, he said a complete sentence: "I see that he has been exposed to the sun for a day, and it is really pitiful......"

"Poor ?!Amitabha!" Yu Yu snorted coldly, "You ask those who died, are they pitiful? When he started to kill people, he should have thought that there was such a catastrophe today." ”

The little monk wanted to defend himself: "However, the matter has not been clarified, whether the person is ...... him"

"Amitabha, sin and sin! You still want to exonerate him, he didn't kill him, did I kill him?"

Immediately, he shouted: "Amitabha! Such a demon is to let him be exposed to the sun for fifteen days, and then, on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the demon slaying conference, in full view of everyone, will be burned to death in a fire! ”

The little monk knelt down and said: "Abbot, the master said that God has the virtue of a good life, and the monks are compassionate, sweeping the floor for fear of hurting the lives of ants, and cherishing the moth gauze lamp, not to mention people." ”

"If it's really an evil one, then kill him, so why let him suffer like this. The little monk said seriously, raised his head, his eyes shimmered, and stared at the abbot not far away.

The little monk's words did not answer, but said: "A few days ago, you sneaked out of the temple, and I haven't punished you, and today you did such a thing." ”

"Did you sneak out, did you see your master go? What did he tell you?"

Faced with the abbot's question, the little monk did not answer, but just bowed his head and was silent.

Seeing that he refused to answer, he finally ordered: "Amitabha! This Dharma is deceived by the evil demons, so take me down and put me in a meditation room, and I will not be released until the end of the demon slaying conference." ”

After turning around, he said to the little monk: "Fayin, in the meditation room, copy the scriptures a hundred times, recite them in front of the Buddha, and think about them behind closed doors. ”

"Amitabha!" said the end and chanted the Buddha's horn again.

At this time, someone came in a hurry to report it, and walked to the end of the road, not knowing what to say.

After hearing the news, the original majesty on his face disappeared in an instant, and he could be said to be shocked, and ordered to the left and right: "You take care of this place, I have something important, I have to leave for the time being." ”

With that, the end hurriedly walked away, looking flustered.

Looking at the end of the hurried walk below, Han Xuanming's face once again showed a smug smile, and he snorted lightly: "Thief bald donkey, this time, I must definitely tear off your fake skin." ”

On the side, Liu Yiyi was puzzled and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Han Xuanming didn't answer, but said lightly: "These, in the future, you will naturally know." ”

Not long after the end was gone, in the distance, a fire lit up, and the fire was very large. The flames were raging, the smoke was billowing out, and the light was bright enough to shine for miles.

The sound of pounding pots and dishes sounded in the temple, and at the same time, someone was shouting loudly: "Oh no!

The sound of beating, shouting, soon reached here.

Almost without hesitation, most of the little monks who were guarding around An Ge dropped the torches in their hands, went to pack up the guys, and rushed to the firewood room to put out the fire.

Of course, a small number of people stayed, strengthened patrols, and did not dare to slack off.

Looking at the large group of monks below who were like ants on a hot pot, Han Xuanming smiled lightly, not without pride, and said loudly: "The show is about to begin!"

Liu Yiyi patted Han Xuanming's shoulder and said, "I'll go and lure the rest away, you have quick hands and feet, and quickly rescue your junior brother." ”

As he spoke, Liu Yiyi covered her face with black veil, jumped down, jumped off the ancient tree, and rushed in the direction of An Ge.

Liu Yiyi's movements were very large, and he soon attracted the monks who were patrolling around. A group of people rushed up, holding a ring stick, and rushed towards Liu Yiyi.

Soon, almost everyone found out that Liu Yiyi was rushing. A crowd gathered around and shouted, "Come on!

"Boom!"

Three big sticks, the attack was fierce, and they smashed down together. Liu Yiyi's movements were light, not fighting, her arms were spread horizontally, her body was fluttering, and she retreated to the rear, making the big stick empty.

Between retreating, Liu Yiyi's arms swung out one after another, and the orchid fingers flicked, shooting out several pear petals in a row, crystal clear, swirling with holy light, towards the bodies of those monks.

Liu Yiyi's purpose is not to hurt people, but to attract all the remaining enemies.

Sure enough, the people around him, seeing that they couldn't take down Liu Yiyi here, rushed here all in one go.

The scene was messy, with a constant "whooshing" sound, and dozens of long sticks drew chaotic trajectories in mid-air and smashed towards Liu Yiyi's body.

Liu Yiyi's posture is light and agile, as soft as floating clouds and willow catkins, no matter how fast the speed of the stick is, there is no way to hit her body.

Liu Yiyi didn't move either, only occasionally attacked to interfere with the enemy. She retreated all the way, trying to create an opportunity for Han Xuanming, and try to attract this group of monks to a distant place, so that Han Xuanming could make it easier for Han Xuanming to make a move.

Han Xuanming hid in the tree, always paying attention to the situation below, his face was nervous, and he didn't dare to relax for a moment.

After a long time, Liu Yiyi finally led the group of monks away, and the square below began to become empty, and there was no one except Ange.

Han Xuanming looked around, and after making sure that there was no one around, he jumped down from the tree, tiptoed, and groped in the direction of An Ge, taking advantage of the dark night.

Approaching An Ge, Han Xuanming couldn't help but laugh: "A group of stupid monks!"

When he came to An Ge, Han Xuanming's eyes were full of worry, and he asked anxiously, "An Ge, are you okay?"

An Ge raised his eyelids weakly, and after seeing Han Xuanming, his dim eyes had a little brilliance, and he asked weakly, "Second Master...... Brother, what are you ...... Why are you coming?"

"It's not just me, Senior Brother is also here!You wait, I'll save you!" As he spoke, Han Xuanming wanted to step forward and untie the rope tied to An Ge's body.

"Buzz!"

A brilliant divine light appeared, the divine fire was burning, and the immeasurable light shone on the earth. The breath of life is flowing, like the vast power of the waves of the sea, surging like a splash.

The sacrificial sound sounded and spread in the world, the sound of Buddha was lingering, and the divine light was shining. At this moment, it seems that there are 3,000 Buddhas chanting at the same time, and it seems that there are tens of thousands of Buddhas praying sincerely.

"Amitabha!" a Buddha horn sounded.