When Wang Jian, the secretary in charge, saw this, he hurriedly stared at his blood-red eyes, slapped the table and shouted: "By the way, I remembered, there must be someone in this Taoist temple who wants to plot rebellion and hide thieves, Lord Liu still remembers the incident of being assassinated half a month ago, right......?"

When he said this, Liu Rengong couldn't help but feel a small breeze chilling from the back of his neck.

That day, when the killer hiding in the woods slashed at him, fortunately he was able to hide quickly, and his knife hit the rock and flew away, and was slashed by his own attendants, desperately escaping.

Thinking about it now, he was still terrified.

His eyes stared at Wang Jian in horror, as if he had really discovered that the assassin was hiding in the Taoist temple, but he forgot the plan that the two had just decided.

Because after he Wang Jian said this, he really felt that this Taoist temple was suspicious.

This is very close to the place where he was assassinated last time, and it is possible that the killer fled to this temple to recuperate from his wounds, because he sent a large number of men and horses to search everywhere that day, but found nothing.

There is no place to hide in the surrounding barren mountains and mountains, but there is a Taoist temple here. Now, according to Wang Jianyi, the secretary in charge, the more total, the more suspicious it becomes.

Wang Jian, the secretary in charge, followed with a vicious and fierce voice: "Lord Liu, it's better to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and burn this dog Taoist temple to prevent future ......troubles!"

The people who were drinking were stunned for a moment, what happened to this secretary? He drank so much, he wouldn't talk nonsense with such a little wine!"

Someone hurriedly pulled him and persuaded him: "This Lord Wang, drink less, this ......!"

He broke free of the man's hand, and his voice became louder: "I think those two little Dao girls must also be part of the rebels." My lord, should we pull them out and try her for a first trial?"

The crowd was even more confused by the second monk, how could this young and milky yellow-haired girl become a rebel? It seems that the secretary is really drunk!

But everyone glanced at Liu Rengong and saw him staring at the secretary Wang Jian with a stern face, and said sharply: "Is there such a thing? Why don't you bring someone to try him for the first trial, and let the old man screen the ......!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, is this really fake, isn't this crowd falling into the den of thieves all of a sudden?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly pulled out the guy with a panicked "Cangchang" and said loudly: "Lord Wang, is this true?!"

Wang Jian's eyes stood up, "That's still fake, go search quickly, don't fall into an ambush!"

At this time, the old Taoist aunt who had been standing in the yard was not trivial. She didn't know if the people had drunk too much or if they had found something.

Could it be that there will be any flaws? No, I have done everything foolproof, and even the two apprentices don't know it.

But on what basis did they say that the thief was hiding here......

Half a month ago, late one night, she was meditating on the main hall with her eyes closed, when she suddenly heard a "hutong" sound from the courtyard wall.

She was shocked, because there were two of her young disciples living in this temple, so she was extra careful.

Get up and open the door and go out to see what is going on. This doesn't matter if it doesn't matter, it scares her really a lot.

I saw a man in the corner of the wall, who seemed to have just jumped off the wall, and his right arm seemed to have been cut by a knife.

The man was holding his left hand in pain, and the blood was still flowing outward.

It was a young man, his eyes were terrified, and his face was pale as he stared at the old Taoist aunt who came to him.

His chapped lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but before he could say a word, the person fainted at once.

Maybe he relied on his tenacious desire to survive to support himself to come here, and when he knew that he had hope of life, he couldn't support it anymore.

She can't think too much, saving people is important. Although she didn't know why he was like this, the monks were all compassionate, and they couldn't see death without help.

The old Taoist aunt carried him to the big hall, slapped him a few times, and lit his hemostatic point.

Then he took out a packet of "gold sore medicine" from the cabinet in the corner and applied it to his wound to stop the bleeding.

But he was really injured too badly, and that arm must have been useless, and this recuperation was not a matter of a day and a half.

In order not to let him die so plainly, she sat beside him, put her hand on his chest, and slowly transported her true qi into his body.

Gradually, his face gradually turned from pale to bloody, and his breathing began to even.

Later, he slowly opened his eyes, stared at the old Taoist aunt sitting beside him in confusion, and hesitated: "What's wrong with me, where ......is this?"

When the old Dao Gu saw that he had woken up, she let go of her hand and let out a long breath. Seeing that he was about to get up, he hurriedly said, 'You are seriously injured, if you don't want to die, don't move!'

Seeing that he was obedient and lay down again, he chased after him and asked, "Why did you get hurt like this?"

He looked at his wound and bandaged it, no longer bleeding or paining, and knew that it was this old Taoist aunt who saved him.

The tears of gratitude came down at the moment, and then I felt that there was nothing to hide in front of this life-saving benefactor.

He recounted how he failed to assassinate Liu Rengong and was injured by his guards.

He thought that after he said this, the old Taoist aunt would eagerly drive him away. Because Liu Rengong is the emperor of the soil here, no one dares to provoke him, and he is afraid to hide from it, who is willing to touch this side, isn't that going to die!

But after listening to his words, the old Daogu was only silent for a while, and then said: "This Liu Rengong is rebellious, does all kinds of evil, and harms the people, I have heard of it for a long time. But I'm a monk, and I've never asked about the world. You have your reasons for doing this. I am only responsible for healing your wounds, and I do not need your reciprocation. Just don't say that you are taking refuge in me, don't involve this temple in the future, I can't thank you enough......!"

When he heard the words of the old Daogu, he couldn't lie down anymore, got up hard, knelt there and kowtowed to her three times: "Thank you for the grace of the old Daogu! When snatching my sister that day, my father desperately rescued him and was stabbed to death by Liu Rengong's sword. My mother couldn't stand this blow and committed suicide by hanging the beam......!"

Speaking of this, he desperately suppressed it so that he would not choke up.

Shao Dun continued angrily, "When I heard the news and rushed back from that field, it was too late. I was stunned, and the family parted like this. I don't know how I'm going to live in the future, and after a few months of dementia like a fool, I finally came out of my pain. ”

Speaking of this, a long sigh came out of his mouth, like the feeling of a person who has not breathed for thousands of years, suddenly inhaling a mouthful of air and then spitting it out.

The old Dao Gu saw him clenching his teeth vigorously there, knowing that his wound was starting to hurt again. I couldn't bear to stop him from continuing to talk and let him rest for a while.

But I'm afraid that if that happens, he will be even more miserable. Because a person's grievances make him hold it in his heart, it will be even more uncomfortable. Who can understand the sadness, pain, exhaustion and cruelty of reality hidden behind these words.

She decided not to bother him and let him speak his heart slowly......