At night, Yan Wanqiu was awakened by a gust of wind, instinctively grabbed the knife beside him, and prepared to swing it towards the wind.

"Dayan, it's me, Jun Moliu. A familiar voice came, and Yan Wanqiu's knife swing slammed and retracted the knife.

"What's wrong?" Yan Bangqiu knew that something had happened again after a little thought, and he consciously got up and packed up his clothes, and picked up the knife on his back, so that Jun Moliu could sneak around to him in the middle of the night, which was probably not a trivial matter.

"Come with me, the inn is not safe!" Jun Moliu hurriedly spoke, turned around and jumped out of the window, Yan Bangqiu didn't ask much, followed and went out, the two of them went all the way to the south with light skills, and left Mingbai City directly.

The sky was slightly bright, Yan Bangqiu sat on the ground against the tree, could no longer run, and opened his eyes weakly, Jun Moliu was better than him, standing on the tree, looking north from time to time.

"Look at this. Jun Moliu threw a small note from the tree and landed in front of Yan Bangqiu, who picked it up and read it as he said.

It turned out that tonight, Jun Moliu had already slept with his clothes, and suddenly a sound of breaking the air came, as a warrior, he instinctively dodged over, and in a blink of an eye, a small arrow was inserted into the quilt, which was where he was just lying, if he hadn't dodged, I am afraid that he would be either dead or injured now.

The small arrow carried a piece of paper on it, Jun Moliu took out a pair of gloves and belted it, so he pulled out the arrow and took the paper.

I saw that it read:

Haha, second son, the old man just got the news that Mu Jue pushed the two murder cases on you and Yan Xiaoyou, and the six doors have already sent someone to arrest them, whether they live or die. Hmph, this news should be regarded as the second son's reward for giving the tourmaline beads to the old man.

Jun Moliu's face changed, and after some thought, he finally believed that his thoughts prevailed, released a flying pigeon, and went to call Yan Bangqiu to leave, but as soon as he left Mingbai City, he saw a sky-high fire, looking at the direction, it was obvious that it was the inn where they had just settled!

The two of them worked lightly all the way and didn't dare to stop.

It wasn't until the sky was slightly bright and exhausted that I rested on the road.

"Jun Xiaoliu, what do you think?" Yan Wanqiu breathed a sigh of relief, sure enough, following Jun Xiaoliu was the right choice, these days were much more exciting than he was before, and there was a little more trouble.

"Things are very wrong, it stands to reason that my aunt is the queen of the Great Mo Dynasty, and the six doors know my background, so she shouldn't have sent someone so simply, and she gave an order, whether she lives or dies. Jun Moliu pondered, analyzing the current situation.

"Is the ghost Baizhi lying to us, or is this news not from the ghost Baizhi at all?"

"This news was passed on by Brother Ghost, who else knows that the tourmaline beads are already in his hands? Brother Ghost never deceives people, so this news is true!"

"Uh-huh, that's Mu Jue framing us!" Yan Bangqiu made a conclusion and got up from the ground, "Next time I see him, let him taste my Yan Bangqiu's knife technique!"

"Unless, it's too bad, it must be my aunt who has an accident!" Jun Moliu suddenly realized, and his heart tightened. If it weren't for something happening in the palace, it would be impossible for the six doors to blatantly arrest him, since he came, he must have been ordered, and the only one who could order the six doors was the emperor of the Great Mo Dynasty!

"Why don't we go back to Mofu now?" Yan Wanqiu obviously thought of something, and looked at Jun Moliu worriedly.

"I sent a message home when I left the inn, and now I just hope that everything is wrong with me. Jun Moliu sighed, the eldest brother is so smart, he can guess it himself, he must be able to think of it.

Yan Bangqiu also jumped up the tree, patted him on the shoulder, and said nothing. Jun Moliu smiled knowingly, if Yan Bangqiu hurts people, few people in this world can withstand it, but if he wants to comfort his friend, he can't say anything.

"Louwailou and Anchen Temple, which one do you want to go to?" Jun Moliu touched his chin, his eyes still looking north.

"Anchen Temple, I still think the smell of incense is strange. ”

Anchen Temple, a hundred years ago was named the Great Mo Dynasty Huguo Temple, the first largest temple in the Central Plains, presided over by the Ming Spiegel Master, fifty-nine years old, strong martial arts, few enemies in the rivers and lakes.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, and there was dust everywhere.

"Then go to Anchen Temple!" Jun Moliu bowed his head and affirmed Yan Bangqiu's opinion.

As soon as the two dressed up, they embarked on the road to Anchen Temple.

On this day, Anchen Temple was still full of people, and two ordinary young men in cloth easily entered the temple gate in the flow of people. There are no less than hundreds of pilgrims in Anchen Temple every day, there are always some pilgrims who want to live in the temple for a few days, and two ordinary teenagers want to stay for two days, so naturally no one will object.

A little monk led the two teenagers towards the monastery rooms.

The two glanced at each other, it was Jun Moliu and Yan Bangqiu who secretly infiltrated Anchen Temple.

"Anchen Temple deserves to be the first temple of Damo, little master, are there so many people here who come here every day to offer incense?" Jun Moliu looked left and right at the grass and trees in the temple, and his face was full of admiration.

"That's nature, there are a lot of pilgrims in Anchen Temple every day. The little monk looked proud, the two were happy, fortunately it was a little monk who came to lead, the Buddha's heart is still uncertain, if a big monk comes, I am afraid they will return today.

"There are so many people, if you have to stay for a long time, won't there be so many places to pick up new pilgrims?" Yan Bangqiu immediately answered, be sure to open the little monk's chatterbox.

"No, there are only a few pilgrims who live in Anchen Temple, and the host generally will not approve long-term stays. The little monk waved his hand again and again to solve the doubts of the two.