The autumn wind of the fourth year of Tianxi blew away the weeds in the desert north wasteland. The banner that once aroused infinite pride in the heart at a glance is now dyed with a touch of desolation that cannot be erased no matter what.

The team that walked on this wilderness was like a ridiculous worm at the dinner table, weak and unconscious, showing off its colorful whiskers.

In the distance, dozens of horsemen came in the dust.

With a flash of his eyes, he saw almost nothing, only vaguely remembered the dark green pouch on the waist of the leader of the group, which exuded a strange luster under the remnant sun.

Then the iron horse galloped like thunder, and the sword light flickered like his gaze, and in an instant splashed patches of terrifying scarlet.

"Don't mind. ”

In an instant, the red blood stained the withered grass, and the white bones piled up with old mulberry.

The prince, who had been loved by all the people and cherished his people from the bottom of his heart, clung to his sleeves with all his strength at the end of his life.

"Don't mind. His voice seemed to come from a distant ruin, ethereal and ethereal, "From now on, you just need to live on your own terms, and it will be fine......"

"You're free. ”

Then, as decisive as he had held him, Garan's hand let go without warning and drooped downward.

That was Zhao Wu'an's initial freedom, and it was also his last nightmare.

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Yesterday's rain rained all night, and it was as if the wine fairy had set up a feast and drank for a long time above the nine heavens, and did not stop until dawn.

On both sides of the bluestone street, several gurgling streams have accumulated due to last night's shower, and the poplar flowers that have been knocked down by the torrential rain float in the middle, filling with the feeling of spring and summer.

However, the heavy rain did not stop the temple from opening its doors as scheduled, nor did it stop the visiting men and women from coming to pray as scheduled for decades.

Daxiangguo Temple, the name alone has shown its unshakable status as the Great Song Temple. Daxiangguo Temple is located in the east of Bianliang City, close to the three cities in the east, the temple has been built for more than 400 years, it is the most prosperous place of incense in the world of the Great Song Dynasty, and visitors are in an endless stream all day long.

Last night's shower, there was still rain in many places in the courtyard that had not yet been swept away, but the pilgrims were very conscious of soaking their hands and feet in sesame oil, and then entered the temple barefoot.

The elderly abbot, holding a string of Buddhist beads, stood quietly on the edge of the altar, smiling as he watched every pilgrim enter and exit from the hall. Today, as in the past, there are many new faces, as well as a few familiar faces that you can see every day.

The girl wearing a string of gold maple leaf chains in her right hand blessed the abbot slightly, and said with a smile like a flower: "The rain last night was really heavy. ”

The abbot also smiled faintly and said, "It's the Buddha who is making flowers." ”

"Why does the rain fall?" asked the girl, blinking her eyes, as if she was deliberately unclear.

The abbot smiled: "The Buddha smiled at the flowers, and the years passed. The sound of rain is just a passing year. ”

The girl smiled and nodded, "I see." ”

The two people who are talking, although they have a good understanding of each other, but to others, it is inevitable that the second monk will be confused.

Coincidentally, the chubby man who was walking past the girl stroked his short beard and hummed: "What kind of Tai Chi are these two people playing, do you know the boss?"

Zhao Wu'an, who was following the flow of people and lowering his eyebrows, glared at him when he heard this, and said, "Buddhism is heavy, you are not allowed to be so light." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Hu Buxi sighed, extremely helpless, "I'm just curious......"

"If it were just curiosity, you wouldn't have brought me to this place today. ”

The crowded crowd gradually flowed forward, and Zhao Wu'an stopped beside the Ding furnace, raised his head, and looked at the four words "Daxiong Treasure Palace" above his head.

Rarely, his expression loosened slightly.

Hu Buxi glanced at it secretly a few times on the side, then hugged his arm, nodded and said, "Yes, in order to bring the boss to this place today, my old Hu Ke has taken a lot of pains." I don't know how many people are looking for you in this city now, I also specially pulled down the bottom to find Su Zhutou, and helped me draw a road map overnight, so that I dared to take the boss out of the small alley and go to this Daxiangguo Temple to take a turn. ”

Zhao Wu'an Buddha does not believe in Buddhism, but on the road, but whenever he sees a Buddhist temple, he must enter to worship. Hu Buxi is well versed in his style, no matter what Zhao Wu'an wants, he naturally doesn't want Zhao Wu'an to miss this Daxiangguo Temple, which is closely connected with the national fortune of the Great Song Dynasty.

"Thank you. Zhao Wu'an suddenly thanked him coldly.

This time it was Hu Buxi's turn to scratch his head embarrassedly: "Where, where." If it weren't for the boss covering me for so many years......"

"It's all come to Bianliang, you can still think of this for me, I really didn't think of it. Zhao Wuan said in a low voice.

Hu Buxi was stunned and realized.

His intelligence is not inferior to Zhao Wu'an, how could he not realize that what Zhao Wu'an said was worried about Qiao Xi's incident at the beginning, leaving a mustard in Hu Buxi's heart.

Hu Buxi could rebel against everyone without hesitation for He Yanshan, but what Zhao Wu'an did was to carry Hu Buxi behind his back and send her to Bianliang.

Hu Buxi, who could have pointed at Zhao Wu'an's nose and scolded him, just laughed lightly twice, and swore that "what the boss does, my boss Hu has never doubted half a point, you can rest assured that the boss is doing this." ”

Zhao Wu'an closed his eyes, sighed, and said lightly: "Su Qinghe once said that on the night Qiao Xi was escorted to Bianliang, he was released, and Meng Qianlei was blamed. If you have a heart, it's not that you can't find her in this vast Bianliang City. It's just that you have to weigh what is right and which is wrong, and which is right and which is wrong, you have to measure it by the scale in your heart. ”

After that, he deliberately didn't care about Hu Buxi's answer, and walked to the door of the main hall after catching up with a few steps, took off his shoes and socks, soaked his hands and feet with sesame oil, and walked barefoot into the main hall with the flow of people.

However, Hu Buxi was stunned for a while in the mist that did not dissipate in the early morning, and then said with a wry smile: "I don't have any scales in my heart. The boss's scale is my scale. ”

After speaking, he lifted his steps again and followed closely behind Zhao Wu'an.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall of the Great Xiangguo Temple, in addition to being built higher and broader, is no different from other places. Zhao Wu'an knelt on the futon, staring closely at the three Buddha statues hanging above his head, and did not feel that there was anything more solemn than the three Buddhas he was accustomed to seeing in Jiuda Temple.

The Buddha sits on the lotus platform, overlooking all living beings, the wise and wonderful image of the boy on his side, the auspicious clouds gather, and the beasts are entrenched.

The good men and women who came to worship all tacitly stopped speaking out when they entered this majestic treasure hall. In the empty hall, you can hear the leisurely ringing of the morning bell of the ancient temple in the distance.

After the three kowtows were completed, Zhao Wu'an stood up again, clasped his palms together, closed his eyes and stood silently for a while, and muttered in his mouth: "Amitabha." Then he left the hall with the crowd.

The Daxiong Hall is followed by the Arhat Hall. The top of the hall is paved with glazed tiles, the eaves angle is cocked in all directions, and there are eight sides of the corridor under it, which is majestic and magnificent. The people of the time also called it the octagonal glazed hall.

Looking at the world, there is only such a Buddha hall, although it is an Arhat hall, but it has created the feeling of a pagoda.

Zhao Wu'an stood in the crowd, looking at this rain queen hall in a daze. Back in those years of leaf making, he had heard the name of this temple more than once from the mouth of Garan Anxulie.

At that time, although there were many battles between the two dynasties, Jialan, as the second prince, was quite interested in the customs of the Great Song Dynasty. When mentioning the Mahayana Buddhism that prevailed in the Central Plains, it was full of praise, and praised it as the greatest help for the two dynasties to turn war into jade silk.

Although the two dynasties have negotiated peace, they have caused countless sacrifices...... Zhao Wu'an suppressed the grievances in his heart and slowly walked to the lobby of the Luohan Palace.

Suddenly, Hu Buxi whispered on the side: "Boss, the way back in a while may not be possible." ”

Zhao Wu'an frowned.

Hu Buxi quietly tilted his head to the southeast and said, "Among those people wearing wide-sleeved linen clothes, there are at least a dozen people above the fourth-grade realm, and two of them are not in the realm of the second-grade, and they are very likely to be close to the second-grade. ”

Zhao Wu'an lowered his eyebrows and said, "Are you looking for you, or are you looking for me?"

"Who knows, we can't stay here any longer anyway. When you come out of the Arhat Palace, you have to go into the side corridor and leave. ”

Zhao Wu'an sighed: "It's rare to want to put incense on the pillar for the deceased." These lackeys in the court really don't give face. ”

Hu Buxi smiled: "When you become the first in the world, and then enter this great Xiangguo Temple, Lao Hu, I will personally incense for you." ”

Crowds.

The Mai man in the southeast corner of the courtyard quietly blended into the crowd and gradually wrapped his way towards them.

Hu Buxi and Zhao Wu'an followed the crowd with expressionless faces, and slowly approached the Arhat Palace. Behind the water room at the side entrance, several young monks strolled leisurely in the small courtyard with rosaries.

Although they were moving forward as a whole, the distance between the two of them was getting wider and wider, from three feet to twenty feet, and relying on a dozen Mai people, it was obviously not enough to surround the two of them at the same time.

At the entrance of the Luohan Palace, an abbot put a knot on his chest with one hand and bowed to the pilgrims.

With the flow of people surging, Zhao Wu'an passed by the abbot and entered the Arhat Hall without panic.

At the same time, Hu Buxi's figure flashed and twisted into the water room at the side door.

This is the tacit understanding cultivated by years of acquaintance. Regardless of the inscrutable organization from which the Mai people who followed them came from, they were a group of people who could not make a completely consistent judgment about the situation in an instant. And Zhao Wu'an and Hu Buxi are just two people, as long as they understand each other's intentions, they can be perfect.

The siege of more than a dozen people can be easily broken with their martial arts, but the difficulty is that after revealing their strength, they will throw off all the eyeliner in the capital and return to the old houses in the alleys. This is obviously impossible to do in Bianjing at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

Once the troops are divided into two ways, the two of them can rely on the absolute tacit understanding to make the tracker hesitate and gain a half-step advantage, and second, they can cut the number of opponents each face in half, making it easier to escape.

All these plans are stereotyped, without the slightest words, just eye signals.

The next moment he broke into the water room, Hu Buxi rushed out of the back door again and broke into the courtyard.

Ignoring the surprised expressions of the little monks in the courtyard, with the impression in his mind, Hu Buxi flashed to the left corridor when he entered the door, and ran away quickly.

Dense footsteps began to sound behind him, and it seemed that most of the people followed him, which was secretly in line with Hu Buxi's heart.

He is a master of the first product himself, and on the eve of the reopening of this Hundred Sword Hundred Meetings, he also has an excellent excuse to enter Bianliang. It would be great for him to be able to absorb some attention for Zhao Wu'an.

However, next, Hu Buxi, a first-class master, encountered the most unbelievable thing in his life.

As he rushed through a bland meditation room, a jade hand suddenly stretched out from behind the door and put it on his shoulder.

Then, a man who had never lost in strength across the world, was dragged into the meditation room in this moment of lightning.