The sun sets in the west, and the crescent moon rises in the east.

The cool breeze in the Shaomuro mountain is blowing, and wisps of mist are waving, lingering among the green mountains and green bamboos. In the night sky, the stars are dotted, quiet and profound, and the artistic conception is far-reaching.

The temple of Goddess of Mercy has a side hall, which is located on the top of the mountain, and is only connected by a small road in the northwest direction, and the other three sides are thousands of abysses. As far as the eye can see, there are thousands of walls, and there is no end in sight, like the blood basin mouth of a giant beast, hanging down under this palace.

Under a bright moon, Liu Xunyi was alone, lying on his back on the eaves on the top of the palace, one foot was casually on the eaves, and the other was suspended in the endless abyss, with a lazy posture and a pleasant expression. With a sword in front of his chest and a pot of wine in his hand, he stared at the night sky with a stupid gaze, looking at the vastness of heaven and earth, and his heart seemed to be full of emotion, and he seemed to be unfazed.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace?" Liu Xunyi muttered to himself while drinking, waking up like a dream, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete." I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together, Chanjuan......" Unconsciously, he was already hazy with tears, and his heart was infinitely melancholy, turning into a drop of lovesick tears, quietly and silently across his cheeks, and falling off the cliff with his heart.

"Yingchuan's 'Qin Tianjiu' is not really 'Qin Tianjiu', so who is he?" Liu Xunyi gradually regained his senses, and muttered silently in confusion, "That person not only pretended to be Qin Tianjiu, but also knew a lot about me. Not only did he know my name, but he even knew exactly when I entered the Virtuous King's Mansion, what did he ...... What kind of person is it? What is the purpose of his doing this? Could it be that the person did not come for the Pan and Qin families, but deliberately aimed at the Xianwang Mansion? Or ...... Against me?"

"Zheng!

Just when Liu Xunyi was meditating hard and couldn't understand it, a pleasant and long piano sound suddenly came out in the Guanyin courtyard.

The sound of the piano is curling, mournful and ups and downs, as if there are all kinds of sadness, a thousand desolations, all kinds of bitterness, and endless sorrow.

The sound of the piano is smooth and tactful, like mountains and flowing water, and the fingers are frustrated, like stretching three stacks. Let the hibiscus weep and the cuckoo cry blood.

"Miss Pan is playing the piano again......"

Liu Xunyi has long been familiar with this piano sound. Along the way, Pan Yuyin often played a song in the dead of night to soothe the pain in his heart.

The mountains and rivers, the twilight dynasty, the flowers, birds, fish and insects, the flowers and the moon, can be gradually experienced in the sound of Pan Yuyin's piano. Although Liu Xunyi is not proficient in music, she is often intoxicated by her piano sound and is difficult to extricate herself.

Tonight, too, the sound of the piano made him forget about his current troubles, and he slowly calmed down and put the last few drops of wine in the pot into his mouth. Then slowly close his eyes, take the cliff as the bed, the starry sky as the quilt, and the night breeze as the companion, simply have a big dream.

In the pavilion of Guanyin Temple, Pan Yuyin was alone, intoxicated with the qin, and did not notice the enlightenment that came slowly from a distance.

Wu Chan was ordered by Xuan Ming to come to Guanyin Temple to send two buckets of water for the guests who stayed here and needed to use it for time. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, he was deeply attracted by the sudden sound of the piano.

Wu Chan, who grew up in Shaolin Temple since childhood, has hardly heard other music except for the morning bell and dusk drums, the sound of chanting, and the sound of wooden fish. At this time, hearing the sound of the piano, such as resentment, such as admiration, such as crying, tactful and extended, like the sound of heaven, how can the little monk who has not opened his mind not fall into it?

Wu Chan carried two buckets and tiptoed towards the gazebo, for fear that he would make the slightest movement and break the beautiful sound of the piano.

After a few moments, Gozen secretly hid in the corner of the wall, cautiously looking towards the source of the piano sound. But in the pavilion, a graceful figure was sitting by the piano, and the two jade hands were plucking the strings as lightly as flowing water, and the sound of the piano came out as if it had magical power.

The moonlight poured, Pan Yuyin sat in the pavilion, the night breeze was blowing, and the white clothes were fluttering, like a fairy, shocking to the heavens.

Delicate facial features, flawless skin, slender posture, dexterous jade hands. All of this was deeply reflected in the eyes of Wu Zen, who was not deeply involved in the world, which made him look a little crazy. I couldn't help myself for a while, and I didn't know whether I was moved by the sound of the piano or attracted by the fairy, but I was haunted by listening to it, and I was fascinated by it, and gradually forgot the passage of time.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of the piano gradually subsided, and Wu Zen's heart returned to his body from beyond the nine heavens. Seeing that Pan Yuyin wanted to put away the piano and leave, Wu Chan suddenly woke up, he was too rude, and he was suddenly ashamed, his face turned red, and he turned around and was about to escape, but he collided with Tang Cong, who was full of smiles.

I don't know when, Tang Cong, Liao Chuan, and Liao Hai were already standing behind Wu Chan, but Wu Chan was attracted by Pan Yuyin and the sound of the piano just now, so he didn't notice it in time.

"Ahh

Wu Chan screamed in fright, which immediately disturbed Pan Yuyin in the pavilion. Before Pan Yuyin stepped forward to find out, Tang Cong's joking voice had quietly come from the corner of the wall: "Oh! You little monk is really cowardly, how dare you hide here and sneakily watch my family's master's wife?"

As soon as Tang Cong said this, Wu Chan suddenly felt ashamed, and he was embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into. Pan Yuyin's cheeks flushed, and she glared at a few people angrily, and she didn't know if she was angry because of Tang Cong's jokes, or because she was ashamed because of Wu Chan's watching.

"I didn't ...... There is no ......," Wu Chan explained, "the little monk is just ...... It's just a ...... who came to deliver water," he said, he quickly stuffed the two buckets in his hand to Liao Chuan and Liao Hai, and turned around to escape.

"Hey, don't be in a hurry to leave!" Tang Cong grabbed Wu Chan's shoulders and said with a wicked smile on his face, "You monks don't speak, do you dare to say it to the Buddha again, did you peep at my family's master and wife just now?"

"Little monk...... The little monk ...... "Wu Chan was already nervous, but at this moment, he saw Pan Yuyin looking at him with a complicated face, and he instantly blushed with shame, and said again and again, "The little monk was attracted by the sound of the female benefactor's piano, so he ...... That's why ...... A few donors forgive their sins!

Looking at the trembling and incoherent Wu Zen, Tang Cong and the others couldn't help but smile at each other.

Tang Cong jokingly said: "Little monk, didn't you move your mortal heart, did you?" tsk, in fact, it's no wonder, after all, you have reached the age of blood and strength!" After that, Tang Cong put his hand on Wuzen's strong chest, patted it lightly a few times, and said with a wicked smile, "Yes, it's quite strong, hehe......"

"The donor Hugh wants to make fun of the little monk, and the little monk will never dare to have the slightest blasphemy against the female benefactor...... The little monk swore to the Buddha ......"

"When you peeked at other people's houses just now, did you think about the Buddha?" Tang Cong sneered, "If you peek at a girl who has not left the cabinet, forget it." But Miss Pan is the wife of the lord of Liumen after all, so we can't ignore it. You, a little monk, are so bold that you actually started the idea of other people's little daughters-in-law, which is a bit ...... As shocking disciples, how can we turn a blind eye when we see the sect master's wife being treated lightly?"

"No! no!" Wu Chan's anxious tears were about to come out, and he explained to Pan Yuyin again and again, "The little monk only listens to the sound of the piano, and never dares to think about it, let alone have a light meaning, and hopes that the female benefactor will see ......."

"Forget it!" Liao Chuan shouted, "Let's go tell the Shaolin abbot about this and see how he explains." Shaolin Temple has always prided itself on strict rules and regulations, and now this colored monk is actually peeking at the girl in a grand manner, which is really hateful!"

After that, Liao Chuan was going to drag Wuzen to find Xuan Ming to comment. Wu Chan's frightened legs were weak, his eyes were full of grievances, and he couldn't say anything about the bitterness in his heart.

Now that the lord of the mansion and the seventh master are in the temple, discussing the Tao with Master Xuanming, let's go rashly, I am afraid that we will disturb them. Tang Cong shook his head and said, "Besides, once this matter is big, the punishment of the color monk is small, and it will tarnish the reputation of Buddhism, but it will not be good." ”

Hearing this, Wu Chan nodded again and again, looked at Tang Cong expectantly, and pleaded: "Don't tell the abbot about this, otherwise the little monk will be to blame for his death." ”

"It's not impossible not to tell the abbot...... Tang Cong rolled his eyes, stared at the submissive Wuzen with bad intentions, and said with a smile, "But shouldn't the little master give us some benefits?"

"The little monk is penniless......"

The benefits don't have to be money. Tang Cong beckoned Wu Chan to come forward and whispered, "It can also be something else." Like what...... Tomorrow, you will take this packet of laxatives for me and find an opportunity to put it in Qin Tianjiu's tea......" As he spoke, Tang Cong had already taken out a packet of medicinal powder from his arms and stuffed it into Wu Chan's hand without saying anything.

"No! No! This must not happen!" Wu Chan was shocked, shook his head again and again, and said, "Tomorrow, Qin Shi will mainly compete with the Pan family, and if you do this, aren't you playing favoritism?"

"Qin Tianjiu's martial arts are so high, a pack of laxatives can't kill people. Tang Cong instigated, "You are the beloved disciple of the Shaolin abbot, and no one will doubt you." Anyway, tomorrow you will serve tea and pour water, but it's just a convenient thing......"

"That's not allowed!" Wu Chan said with a straight expression, "You better tie up the little monk and send it to the abbot! The little monk would rather be expelled from Shaolin by the abbot than commit such a despicable act." ”

"You're not afraid that Shaolin's reputation will be damaged?"

"Buddhism is vast, how can a few gossips be easily tarnished?" Wu Chan replied resolutely, "This matter is difficult to obey, the little monk will never agree to you! As for what happened just now......" As soon as he mentioned the peeking thing, Wu Chan's expression suddenly became a little sluggish, "The little monk is indeed at fault, and what the master said is right, 'Don't look at indecent things, don't listen to indecent things'......"

"You ......"

"Look, there's a fire in the backyard!"

Just when Tang Cong was trying his best to persuade Wu Chan, Pan Yuyin in the pavilion suddenly stretched out her hand to point to the backyard of Guanyin, and shouted loudly: "That seems to be the room where grandpa lives, quickly put out the fire......" Before the words fell, she ran towards the backyard desperately.

"Madame is dangerous, come back quickly!"

At this moment, Tang Cong didn't care about laughing with Wu Chan, hurriedly greeted him, and quickly flew after him. Liao Chuan and Liao Hai hurriedly picked up the bucket and rushed towards the backyard in great strides.

"How could there be a sudden fire?"

Wu Chan was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the smoke billowing and the firelight flickering, he realized that something was wrong, his face changed suddenly, and then his body flickered, and he disappeared in place out of thin air, and went to fight the fire with Tang Cong and others.

As if disturbed by the noise, Liu Xunyi, who was sleeping soundly on the cornice, opened his eyes suddenly.

Seeing the fire in the courtyard, the figure was longing, and the noise was everywhere, Liu Xunyi was shocked, but before he could go down to put out the fire, he suddenly noticed that there was a swift and sharp black shadow in the sea of fire, which was shuttling back and forth among several side rooms, and under the thick smoke, this person loomed, very weird.

"When you encounter a fire, you don't rush to run for your life, but drill into the fire......" Liu Xunyi muttered to himself, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said in surprise, "Could it be ......?"

didn't wait for Liu Xunyi to guess what was going on, but suddenly heard Xu Heng's loud shout from the courtyard.

"Where did the thieves come from, and how dare they set fire to this?"

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