The two figures on the mountain path walked very slowly, and it was not until it was close to noon that they reached the temple gate.

This temple is really small, the temple gate is very small, only one person can walk through, and two people can't walk in parallel. There is only one main hall in the temple, and there are two small wooden houses on the side, one should be the monk's residence in the original temple, and the other should be the dining room.

At this time, in the middle of the temple, there were four corpses neatly arranged, two of which may be two monks, one large and one small, in the original temple, and the other two should be pilgrims under the mountain.

Seeing this scene, Ning Buer's expression did not change in the slightest, she had already expected everything that should happen here.

"Your masterpiece?" Ning Buji didn't look back, heard the footsteps approaching, and asked lightly.

"Yes, I will kill these two monks, and you know, what I don't like the most is these Buddhist disciples. The monk explained, and had already walked in front of the corpse: "You must ask again, why did I kill the other two people, hmph, I'm afraid you don't know, the culprits of the farce at night a few days ago are these two." ”

He actually squatted down and pointed to two of the corpses with a strange smile: "You see, these two people died peacefully, which proves that they know that they are ashamed of you, fairy." ”

Ning Buer didn't pay any more attention to Bukong, she walked straight to the main hall in the temple, where a Maitreya Buddha was enshrined.

Everything in the temple was cleaned up, and the two monks should have just died, at most, they died tragically yesterday under Bukong's hands.

She looked up at the Maitreya statue and was stunned.

"Aren't you from the Daomen, why have you looked at this Buddha's Dharma for a long time?" Bukong had already stood up and walked behind Ning Bu'er again, squinting his eyes and smiling strangely.

"What you want me to see, I've seen it, I'm going to get ready to go down. Ning Buer had already stepped out of the main hall with one foot, turned over and jumped onto the flying sword.

As if he had forgotten something, he hurriedly turned his head and reminded the monk: "I'm tired of you caring more about your own affairs, don't always follow me." ”

"I know, I know!" the monk hurriedly agreed.

Seeing Ning Buer's back, Bukong turned around and returned to the main hall, clasping his hands together: "This girl, she has grown so big in a blink of an eye, I don't have no children, I want to raise her as a child, you said that my child's wings are stiff, and I want to fly out by myself, do I want to care?"

Maitreya could not speak, so he did not get an answer after all.

Ning Buer took the sword and rose straight into the clouds, she squinted her eyes, it was blown by the wind, or maybe it was to see higher.

A few drops of something that I don't know if it was tears or not, wiped Ning Buer's cheeks, was blown up by the wind, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The Tang Dynasty knows that the contemporary Grand Master of Daomen is a woman named Ning Buer, but very few people know that she is just a little girl who has just turned eighteen and is just beginning to fall in love.

A carriage that looked very luxurious slowly marched into Luoyang City, and without stopping on the road for long, it went directly to the dragon gate.

Under the dragon gate, a young figure came out, he nodded at the coachman, the coachman stopped the carriage, the young man approached quickly, and also got into the carriage.

When Liu Guest saw it, he nodded: "Little master, he is no longer in serious trouble, and he has come down the mountain safely, I think he will come to Luoyang City in the near future." ”

"Okay, I'll send spies to keep an eye on it. Zhou Ziheng nodded, and hurriedly got out of the car again: "I'll go tell Hongluan, so that she won't worry all the time." ”

"The little lord has a heart. Although Liu said this, he saw that Zhou Ziheng had quickly got out of the carriage, but he frowned tightly and did not stretch for a long time.

I don't know when, the two divine guards led a white horse, and they had already followed behind the carriage, Zhou Ziheng got out of the car, walked straight to the two divine guards, took the reins from their hands, and said with a smile: "There are two of you." ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince is polite. The two guards hurriedly complimented respectfully.

"There's one more thing to worry about next. Zhou Ziheng had already turned over and got on his horse: "Send a few neat brothers to keep an eye on Dian Xiaojiu, before he enters Luoyang City, all the news must be sent to Linnei." ”

"I am willing to serve Your Highness. ”

Lin Nei is the place where Zhou Ziheng is going this time, the place called Guanjian Tower in the depths of the small bamboo forest on the bank of the Luoshui River.

Guo Xiaojiu came down the mountain, did not go directly to Luoyang, but stopped in the town, he was in the blacksmith shop, looking at the old locust tree, stunned for a long time.

The old blacksmith's coffin had been moved outside the blacksmith's shop by the townspeople, and there had been a light rain in the morning, but the clouds had dispersed.

People in the town occasionally passed by and saw Guo Xiaojiu standing in the blacksmith shop stunned, and no one came over to talk to him.

The old blacksmith has no relatives, and the people in the town have already hired a mage, and they just want to get the old blacksmith out quickly, and the remaining blacksmith shop can be planned again.

Even Uncle Yue and his wife passed by, but they just looked at Guo Xiaojiu and sighed, and left by themselves.

For Guo Xiaojiu and Ning Buji's goodbye in the morning, Uncle Yue only thought that two passers-by had come, and they stayed in the town for a few days, and they also earned two ingots of silver, and the passers-by left, so it had nothing to do with them.

Guo Xiaojiu was still staring at the old locust tree in a daze, half of the reason why he stayed here was naturally because of the old blacksmith, and most of the reason was because of Ning Buer.

Ning Buer said, she will come to pick up Cui'er, then he will wait here, as long as Ning Buer is still on the mountain, he can always wait, right?

The mage has already come to the town, a mage invited from Luoyang City, and two apprentices.

Guo Xiaojiu saw it occasionally, but he didn't think much about it.

He just reached out and tapped the scabbard from time to time, and now that no one paid attention to the strange sound he made for a long time, he was still a little unaccustomed to it.

"Heh!heh?" Guo Xiaojiu suddenly let out two cold sounds, and closed his eyes slightly: "I'm waiting for you! ”

The people in the town had already carried the coffin and the mage to the festival at the entrance of the town, and no one would pass in front of Guo Xiaojiu.

Naturally, no one answered Guo Xiaojiu's words, and he continued to shrug with some disappointment.

The injuries in his body made him gradually lose his physical strength, and he could only rely on his breath to let him wait for Ning Buji's arrival.

"Little Nine, Little Nine. "Uncle Yue ran back, and his wife was thrown away by him, and both of them ran in his direction, probably from the Fa meeting.

Guo Xiaojiuqiang bothered his spirits, looked at the panting Uncle Yue, and reached out to hold the hilt of the knife: "Uncle Yue." ”

"Save my daughter, save Trill. Uncle Yue's voice was a little hoarse, and his legs were still trembling a little when he stood in front of him.

"What's wrong with her?" Guo Xiaojiu asked with a frown.

"This disobedient child sneaked out by himself and was caught by the mage, saying that he was going to be taken to Luoyang City to be burned alive. Cui'er's mother had already followed, hurriedly explaining.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Jiu, you must save Cui'er. Uncle Yue just echoed on one side.

"Okay!" Guo Xiaojiu nodded, his gaze looking at the Dharma in the distance, which was no longer as noisy as before.

He lifted the scabbard and began to walk slowly in that direction.

Uncle Yue and his wife followed closely behind him, and both of them looked anxious, wishing that Guo Xiaojiu could reach the puja with one arrow step now.