At this time, the Jin soldiers behind caught up again, Shangguan Yun pulled the reins of the horse, kicked a few steps in the same place by stepping on the snow, turned around and rushed towards the Jin soldiers, it was indomitable, very urgent, and did not shy away from the scimitars of the Jin soldiers, which made people feel more majestic and powerful.

Although the mounts of the golden soldiers are of a good breed, where can they compare to the horses of the Western Regions, they saw the snow rushing majestically, a few horses screamed a few times and ran to the side, and the rest slowed down, and the Jin soldiers were in chaos.

Treading snow rushed in front of the golden soldier, and with a sharp kick of its four hooves, it jumped high and flew over the head of the golden soldier. Shangguan Yun clamped the horse's belly tightly, bent down and shouted several slashes, and in an instant, he killed two more people, and the Jin soldiers were rushed to pieces.

Mingjing and others finally fled to the temple gate, everyone in the courtyard heard the movement, but did not dare to open the door, Mingjing slammed the door loudly, and then a monk climbed the wall to check.

Shangguan Yun fought and retreated, and although he injured more than a dozen Jin soldiers before and after, the remaining ten people also chased him to the temple gate. When the monks in the temple saw that everyone was in danger, they opened the gate in two or two, and four or five sturdy monks rushed out of the log at the top of the door.

Mingjing took the log from the hand of a strong monk, and the two of them threw it forward, smashing a golden soldier with a bang. The rest of the monks were not far behind, and they all threw logs at the Jin soldiers, and Shangguan Yun took advantage of the chaos to kill four more Jin soldiers.

The golden soldiers knew that they were invincible, and after a few shouts, they turned their horses and fled, and those mounts were well trained, even if the golden soldiers on horseback were dead, they ran fast. Twenty or thirty horses are like a whirlwind, disappearing in a blink of an eye, really coming and going without a trace, no wonder the Song people envy and hate the Khitan iron horse.

The so-called poor Kou Mo chased, and everyone did not dare to clean up the corpse in front of the temple, so they all hurried into the temple and used logs to hold the gate to death.

Mingjing took more than a dozen people to look for food before, but when he came back, there were only six or seven people left, if it weren't for Shangguan Yun's brave rescue, coupled with the extraordinary snow treading divine horse, I am afraid they have been killed by the golden soldiers. Now not only did they not bring back food, but several people lost their lives, and everyone was inevitably sad, and many people sobbed softly.

Shangguan Yun also suffered a little injury on his shoulder, Xiao Yingying helped him apply medicine and bandage the wound, and the two were still resting in the hall. He fought a great battle, and was wounded, and felt very tired, and soon after he closed his eyes, he fell asleep in a daze.

In his sleep, he heard the long hissing of the snow, followed by someone shouting, Shangguan Yun suddenly opened his eyes, but there was really a commotion outside the hall. He hurriedly woke up Xiao Yingying, and when the two came to the outside of the hall, they saw dozens of people surrounding the snow, and the snow was restless at this time, jumping back and forth while hissing softly.

When the two approached, they saw a thin man with a bleeding head and a soft moan on the ground. Xiao Yingying gently hugged the snow and kept stroking its neck and cheeks, and the snow was settled.

Shangguan Yun helped the thin man up, that was the person he had just saved, he took the thin man back to the hall, bandaged his wounds, and said apologetically: "Brother Tai was kicked by the snow, and I really don't want to go." Treading snow is usually very well-behaved, but it was a fight today, so he was a little short-tempered, and Brother Tai should not blame it. ”

Before the thin man could answer, Mingjing said coldly: "Don't go to your heart, he is self-inflicted, but you need to take care of the horse, don't let people steal it." ”

Shangguan Yunqi said: "Little master, what do you mean by this?"

Xiao Yingying Bingxue was smart, and she said softly: "Isn't it that they are hungry in their stomachs and want to kill horses for food?"

Mingjing nodded lightly and sighed, "That's right." Now that the army is in chaos, they can't blame them, and ask the donor not to embarrass him. ”

Shangguan Yun didn't get angry, he said indifferently: "Since there is nothing to do in the snow, forget it." ”

Xiao Yingying was annoyed in her heart, but she still said softly: "If it weren't for the courage of stepping on the snow, I'm afraid that you would have been killed by the Jin people." You are hungry in your stomach, just endure it for a while, and tomorrow you can find something to eat, how can you take revenge and fight the idea of stepping on the snow?"

Her voice was gentle, but the thin man was even more ashamed to hear it, and he blushed with shame, and walked out of the hall in a sneering manner.

The abbot also walked over, he clasped his hands together, and said slowly: "Amitabha, the two donors are generous-minded, which is really a blessing to the world. You can lead the horses to the backyard, and you will rest there, but you must not go up to the tower, and you must be careful of the candles, if you cause a fire like three years ago, the poor monk will not be able to bear it. If you hear anything at night, don't be surprised, remember, remember!" After he finished speaking, he didn't look back, but went to sit down in front of the Buddha statue and recite the scriptures.

The abbot took special care of Shangguan Yun in his heart, and the two of them led the snow to the backyard, then tied the horse's reins to the pillar, and took firewood to light a small bonfire to keep warm, and the two rested under the pillar next to the snow. The two walked for most of the day, and it took a lot of energy to heal the injuries and illnesses in the temple, and although they were hungry, they slowly fell asleep.

Xiao Yingying slept until midnight, only to feel more and more hungry in her belly, and smelled the smell of meat in her nose. Xiao Yingying gently shook Shangguan Yun awake and said softly: "Brother Yun, the temple has been out of food for a long time, where did the meat come from?"

Shangguan Yun also felt strange, he turned over and got up, and said, "Isn't it Mingjing Little Master that they went hunting and came back?"

When the two came to the front yard, they saw all the monks chanting in the hall, the sound was so loud that it was almost a roar, and some women and children were snuggling up and crying softly. The courtyard was noisy, several bonfires were crackling, everyone was roasting meat on the fire, bursts of meat aroma wafted into the main hall with the sound of sizzling, and many people ate with their mouths full of oil.

Smelling the smell of meat, Shangguan Yun felt even more hungry, and just wanted to come forward and feast.

"Didn't they kill him by stepping on the snow?" Before she finished speaking, Xiao Yingying was about to burst into tears.

The two of them came out in a hurry just now, and they didn't check whether the snow was okay, Shangguan Yun shouted, "It's not good." The two of them stepped to the back of the hall in a few steps, and only then did they breathe a sigh of relief when they saw Taxue lying under the porch.

The two came to the front yard again, and walked to a middle-aged man who was barbecing meat, Xiao Yingying asked, "Uncle, what kind of meat are you roasting?"

The middle-aged man didn't raise his head and said, "Mutton." ”

Xiao Yingying said curiously: "The Jin people are burning and looting everywhere, where did you get the mutton?"

The middle-aged man still didn't look up, he pointed to the gate and said, "Two-legged sheep, isn't that? ”

It was very dark in the night, and it was impossible to see clearly, the two walked to the gate again, and as soon as they took a look, Xiao Yingying screamed, she covered her mouth and turned to the side and kept vomiting, and more than a dozen people next to her laughed. Behind the gate, there were several corpses of Jin Bing, whose clothes had already been stripped off, and whose thighs and arms had been cut to the bone, and it was the human flesh on these corpses that was roasted on the bonfire.

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