The Arhat Hall is four floors high, but the twelve Arhats enshrined in it are gathered in the bottom two floors, and the cloister is born from the outside of the eaves, leading to the inside. If you go back and forth a few times in this Eight Treasures Glass Palace, you will definitely see a different scenery.

But Zhao Wu'an didn't have this spare time. Hu Buxi led away a lot of Mai people, but at this time, there were still four people who followed Zhao Wu'an into the Luohan Palace.

Zhao Wu'an, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was still inconvenient to move, and he was carrying a big red box, which was very conspicuous in the crowded crowd. Even he didn't believe he could get rid of these Mai people.

The Luohan Hall is not as crowded as the Mahavira Hall, and many pilgrims just put on a stick of incense in front of the Third Buddha and leave, and relatively few continue to worship. If Zhao Wu'an went out through the side door at this time and detoured to the path to leave the temple, it would not be too strange to think about it.

Zhao Jushi sighed in his heart. Anyway, this trip to the Great Xiangguo Temple was intended to ask for a lottery, and with the trouble of finding the door, it was impossible to hide after all.

With a certain thought, Zhao Wu'an no longer hesitated, immediately turned around and left the main hall, and through the side door, he went around to the long corridor at the west end of the temple. From this inaccessible corridor all the way back, you can return to the main gate of Daxiangguo Temple without half a pillar of incense.

At this time, it would be tantamount to asking for trouble, so Zhao Wu'an simply walked slowly in the corridor, waiting for everyone behind him to approach.

Sure enough, less than twenty steps away, four overlapping footsteps sounded behind him.

Zhao Wu'an took the initiative to stop in a playful manner, and the footsteps behind him disappeared after a breath.

With his back to the four Mai men, he stood in the long corridor, silent. The shallow pond on the left side ripples and flows, and there are red carp jumping out of the water.

One of them bowed down and said, "Sir is wise." ”

"Don't dare. Zhao Wu'an replied lazily, "When you arrive in Bianliang, you will follow the rules of your Bianliang." ”

Although the opponent's strength is not weak, he did not show strength as soon as he came up. Zhao Wu'an was vaguely aware that this group of people was staring at him and Hu Buxi, and had other plans.

I simply threw the burden over to them and saw how the people who came could bear it.

"Thank you, sir, for your kindness. The Mai man at the head said in a deep voice, "We are the shadow catcher of Fan Zai, the current minister of the court, and there is no malice in following him, but I just want to choose a place where no one is going and give a little advice to Mr. and Mr. and his friend who wields the knife." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Wu'an narrowed his eyes.

"The Hundred Swords Conference is about to be held. The conference was organized by the Han family, and the prizes at the meeting were the family heirloom knives of Willow Leaf Villa. The Mai man's voice did not fluctuate, "Fan Zai asked me to advise the two of you not to be brave for a moment and ruin your plan. ”

"He specifically asked you to find me to say that?"

"It's for me to wait and find a chubby man with a knife, it should be Hu Buxi, a first-class knife customer today. Mai told him.

Zhao Wu'an said helplessly: "Since that's the case......"

"But the Lord also says, if you see a man with a red box on his back, he must tell you exactly what he says. Mai continued.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned for a moment, and said lightly: "I know." ”

"The words have been brought, so I will wait, and I will take my leave. ”

The four Mai men made a uniform gesture at Zhao Wu'an's back, then turned around and left, disappearing behind Zhao Wu'an.

Zhao Wu'an stood silently for a long time, raised his hand, and pressed his sour and tight eyebrows.

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Hu Buxi, a first-class master, never thought that he would be dealt with by a weak woman in his lifetime.

After being grabbed by the jade hand defenselessly on the shoulder, before Hu Buxi could react, there was an overwhelming grip on the shoulder, easily pulling his feet off the ground, but in an instant, he was thrown into the room. When passing through the narrow crack in the door, Hu Buxi's forehead even knocked on the side of the door.

In desperation, Hu Buxi could only show his last pitiful dignity as a first-class master by tossing half a circle in the air and landing steadily.

But the girl who dragged him in didn't even look at him, but hurriedly closed the door, and then pressed her ear to the door, listening intently.

Hu Buxi, who was sitting in the house, seemed to understand something in his heart, looked down at himself in a scribbled outfit, and sighed: "This girl, bring Lao Hu and me here, how can I not understand what you think in your heart, but I Hu Buxi is ......."

"Shhh

Hu Buxi had to shut up obediently.

Of course, he could see that the girl was helping him avoid the crowd, so he didn't resist vigorously when he was caught in the door at first. However, whether her own intentions are good or evil, Hu Buxi is not easy to weigh for a while. Judging from the grasp she had just grabbed herself, she was definitely not a person to mess with.

The girl listened intently to the sound outside, and Hu Buxi, who had nothing to do, took the opportunity to look at the girl. The little girl leaning on the door looked to be twenty-eight years old, with a slender figure, two clusters of flowers and bones on her chest were just the extent of budding, Yingying's thin waist was unbearable, her legs were well-proportioned and slender, and she was pedaling a pair of cloth shoes often worn by monks in the temple, and a few petals of poplar flowers that fell last night.

No matter how you look at such a girl, it is impossible to lift him up with just one hand.

When Hu Buxi was pondering, his eyes inadvertently fell on the girl's right hand, only to find that she was wearing a gold maple leaf chain on her hand.

This is no small finding. Hu Buxi's eyes widened in surprise immediately, if there was no big coincidence, then this woman should be the one who docked the meditation machine with the abbot in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall......

When Hu Buxi was suspicious in his heart, several Mai figures flashed in front of the window, and the footsteps changed from loud to small, obviously those pursuers were gradually moving away.

When she couldn't hear the footsteps, the girl who was sitting by the door breathed a sigh of relief, raised her right hand and brushed her hair to her sideburns, then turned back to Hu Buxi and said, "But it's really you, you actually provoked these people." ”

Hu Buxi was puzzled: "Who are those?"

Unexpectedly, the woman didn't laugh back, her eyes were full of understanding, and she asked proudly, "Come to Bianliang on the first day, right?"

Hu Buxi scratched his head: "It's true that I didn't stay long." ”

The woman stood up, bent down and patted the dust on her legs, walked to the window, and carefully observed through the crack in the window for a while before she whispered: "Those are the shadow catchers of the Ouyang family." Dressed in sackcloth, he acted quickly, relying on the monstrous power of the court, and was rampant in Bianjing. If you want to stay in Bianliang for a long time, you have to stay away from these people. ”

Hu Buxi was stunned for a long time, still puzzled, "Is that the Ouyang family with a royal gifted literary pen?

In today's rivers and lakes, Yan Dao is dead, including Hu Buxi, there are a total of sixteen first-class masters, and Ouyang Zelai is one of them. However, the Ouyang family is well-known at home, not because of a first-class master, but because there were officials and prime ministers in the previous dynasty, and they got a literary pen given by the first emperor. The ministers of the emperors of the two dynasties have never been indispensable to the word Ouyang.

With the support of these two words, those Mai people do have enough confidence to run rampant in Bianliang City.

"It's that Ouyang, but it's not that Ouyang. The woman first nodded, agreeing with Hu Buxi's words, and then changed her words, and her eyebrows seemed to be sharp.

"The old man Ouyang Xiu, who was given a holy pen by the first emperor, is no longer involved in the affairs of the court. Although the court can sit on a futon on weekdays, for more than ten years, there has been no political discussion. Today's Ouyang family, although it is supported by a literary pen, is not much different from the cold court. ”

Hu Buxi was stunned when he heard this.

Although it was only a few words, this woman's vision seemed to be far beyond his imagination.

"The current Ouyang family, Ouyang Zelai can only be said to be a façade, and he has not made a move for nearly ten years after entering the first-class realm. The one who can really be in charge of the life and death of the Ouyang family is still the prime minister from the second rank in the court, Fan Zhongye. ”

Speaking of this, the woman paused, and then comforted: "You don't have to worry too much, Fan Zai has been up and down for several years, and what he believes in is knowing himself and knowing that he will not be defeated in a hundred battles, since you are being targeted, it can only be said that there are some secrets hidden in your body, but it is not so serious that you have to die." Even if I don't save you today, those Mai people won't kill you. ”

Hu Buxi blinked silently, not knowing where to start.

He never boasted that he was not stupid, but in front of this girl, he seemed to have suddenly become a three-year-old child, and he could only watch her mouth like a river, and he couldn't interject half a sentence.

For a long time, he could only stammer: "Who are you?"

"I have believed in Buddhism since I was a child, and I live next door to Daxiangguo Temple, and I am considered a layman. The girl smiled back at him, "What about you, looking at your way of holding the knife, you should be a swordsman who is not inferior, is there a famous name in the rivers and lakes?"

The self-registration number should have been a proud moment for a first-class master, but Hu Buxi could only smile awkwardly.

is a master of a good product, but he was slapped by an unknown girl out of thin air. If this spreads to the rivers and lakes, it won't make people laugh off their big teeth?

He hid the knife at his waist and quietly opened the topic: "I see that you are discussing the Dharma with the abbot in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and you seem to have a profound understanding of this way. ”

"I understand a little. The girl playfully folded her hands to her chest, "After all, my Buddha is compassionate, even if a little girl like me talks about Buddha wantonly, the Buddha won't be angry, right?"

She smiled brightly like spring. and the girl who was fierce and yin when she talked about the Ouyang family. If it weren't for the fact that there were only girls and himself in this room, Hu Buxi would have suspected that his eyes were wrong.

Such a change made Hu Buxi quite uncomfortable. He reached behind his waist and gently pressed the knife, "There's something I still don't understand. ”

"What's the matter?" the girl's eyes were as bright as the moon.

"You say you're a layman, but your martial arts shouldn't be weak, right? The catch just now was very unusual. ”

Extremely rarely, when he asked this sentence, Hu Buxi felt that the palm of his hand holding the knife was sweaty.

And the girl suddenly realized, raised her slender five fingers, smiled slyly, and said, "It's nothing, I'm just stealing the Buddha's kung fu with one hand." ”