The box containing the skull was gone.

When Hao Yu hurried over to report the matter to Yan Shi, the latter did not have a big reaction. At that time, he was still discussing the next plan with Yehua, although it was Yan Shi who said it all the time, and Yehua was listening. Until Hao Yu stood in front of Yan Shi.

Yan Shi looked at him and said, "What's wrong?"

Hao Yu shouted loudly, it looked like the sky had fallen, "The box is gone, big brother, why aren't you in a hurry at all!"

Yan Shi smiled, he only said five words.

"Cold Moon left. ”

The simple five words made Hao Yu calm down at once, he blinked his eyes, and twisted his hand again, as if he wanted to tell himself that all this was not true.

Yan Shi doesn't have as complex emotions as Hao Yu, because this should have happened, and what is in a person's bones will not change. He suddenly thought of what it would be like if he learned about Cold Moon's death.

Hao Yu couldn't take care of any boxes anymore at the moment, and hurriedly said, "Big brother, do you want us to get him back?"

Yan Shi looked at Hao Yu's eyes and asked rhetorically, "Why should we go to him?" This is his own decision, although we are unwilling to accept it, we must always respect his decision. ”

"If he is unlucky, wouldn't it? Before Hao Yu's words were finished, Yan Shi suddenly stood up from his chair, his voice a little desolate and tragic.

"At that time, let's avenge him. ”

After saying this plan, Yan Shi's feelings in his heart were a little mixed, when he saw the cold moon for the first time in the Great Gobi, did he ever think of today?

Hao Yu looked at Yan Shi, this person who wanted to come with a cheerful temperament also looked a little sad at the moment, and he asked again, "Don't we save anything now?"

Yan Shi's expression was grim. Haha laughed, and suddenly the sand flew all over the sky, and he became the leader of the Great Gobi again, that ruthlessness and tenacity, how could it be created by the gentle township of the capital.

"I, Yan Shi, have never been greedy for life or afraid of death, Hao Yu, let me ask you, I asked you to check the origin of the box, have you checked?"

Hao Yu scratched his head. Said strangely: "The servant in the house said that it was Li Si, the coachman at the east end of the street, who delivered the box, but when I went to ask him, he said that he didn't know anything, and he didn't ask anything." ”

"But you know it's just after you've found him. Where did he go?"

Hao Yu didn't know that he had no information after checking it. And he brought people back again. But. What Hao Yu didn't expect was that Yan Shi asked him to check it was just a false shot, and after Hao Yu left, after the coachman felt safe and worry-free, Yan Shi sent someone to follow him. Yehua suddenly stepped forward and said three words.

"Joy Pavilion. ”

Joy Court.

The warbler song and swallow dance here are still there. It is a spring day that will never wither, and a courtyard wall cuts off all contact with the outside world, it is like a paradise, and it is like a cage.

"Master. The people are back. Ma Yue knocked on the door, there is only one person like him in Yiqing Pavilion, the prince of the East Palace of the Dynasty, the real master behind the Yiqing Courtyard - Yan Shuixun.

"Bring him in. ”

A majestic voice came from the room, and Ma Yue bowed over and opened the door of the room, and walked in, followed by a young man who looked like a coachman.

The young man looked excited, his name was Li Si and he was a coachman. He didn't make as much money in a year as he did this morning, which he could spend more than he could spend in a decade. Hearing that he was going to let him meet the master who hired him this time, Li Si rushed to come, and no one would refuse the arrival of the God of Wealth.

"You did a great job today. ”

Li Si lowered his head, his eyes quietly glancing towards him. His heart shook violently, and when he saw the man's eyes, his legs went limp, and he almost knelt down. Fortunately, he stopped himself in time, lowered his head even harder, and swallowed his saliva, "This master praised, the little one didn't do anything." ”

"Yes, you're very smart, you didn't reveal anything when they sent you to check on you. ”

"The little one doesn't know anything, the little one pulled the car all morning this morning, and the little man hasn't seen your uncles, and he never knows your uncles. Li Si memorized the draft that he had typed almost a hundred times in his heart, exactly the same as what he said when he dealt with Hao Yu today.

"Alright, you can go. ”

Hearing this, Li Si's heart finally relaxed, he touched the beads of sweat on his head, and slowly turned around. He was thinking that he would never pull the car by himself again when he went back this time, he had money, and he could live the life of those big masters, and he could use the money to marry a family.

Burst!

With a good wish, Li Si fell to the ground, and until he died, he was intoxicated with his good wishes, what he didn't know was that only the dead could keep secrets in this world.

Ma Yue took out the dagger from Li Si's body and hid it again. Four guards immediately rushed in from outside the door and carried Li Si's body out. The door to the room was closed again, and there were only two people left.

From Ma Yue drawing a knife to Li Si's death, Yan Shuixun didn't say a word from beginning to end.

"I heard that Zhao Lingxin was rescued. ”

"Ye spared his life, he was derelict in his duties, and he failed to recognize that this was a scam. ”

Ma Yue was sweating profusely, he could have his current status because of Yiqingyuan, because of this person sitting on the chair, of course he knew that only when this person was in one day, he could have his current status. This person can also crush himself like an ant.

"No, you're doing well. I just need your loyalty, but I always have to be mindful of what I do. ”

"Yes, the master taught me. ”

Yan Shuixun stood up from the chair, this room is the highest floor of the Yiqing Pavilion, only on this floor can you overlook the entire capital, the height is not cold, it is just the fallacy of the world, it is the jealousy of those poor and sour literati. Anything in this world changes, except for one thing.

Power!

The bell of the ancient temple rings.

The incense in the temple is rising.

Under the shrine enshrined in the main hall, every pilgrim is praying silently, perhaps thinking about their relatives, maybe their friends, maybe they are missing the girl from afar. They are eager to tell the Bodhisattva about their wishes, hoping that the Bodhisattva will bless them.

An uninvited guest stepped in against the wind, and this man had a box in his hand, and no one knew what it contained, just as no one knew what this man was doing here.

It was noted that the man had a sword at his waist. This is an important place for Buddhism, and there should be no killing here, and there should be no murderous atmosphere.

A novice wanted to step forward to stop him, "This is the benefactor, this is the land of Buddhism, if you are a pilgrim, please take the sword in your hand and go forward." ”

"I'm not here to incense!"

The novice looked at the visitor suspiciously, and the man took out the box in his hand, and the novice realized that the person in front of him had blood-red eyes, like a demon in hell.

"Donor, this is?"

"This is a friend of mine, and I hope to bury him in your temple. ”

"This. "Shami is not a little monk in front of the temple, and he can't hold it for a while, and he doesn't know what to do. Other monks gathered around, and pilgrims from afar looked at everything strangely.

One of the monks, an elderly monk of the Changmen monk, walked out, looked at the person in front of him, and recited a Buddha name: "Amitabha, dare to ask the donor, is your friend a Buddhist disciple?"

Hanyue nodded.

The monk said: "Even as a disciple of the Buddhist family, the Buddha does not want to watch him bury his corpse in the wilderness, this benefactor, your wish can be fulfilled in the small temple." ”

"Master. ”

After all, this is a quiet place for Buddhism, rashly contaminated with killing, there is something unknown, and there is a disciple with a low rank next to him who wants to say something, but the Changmen monk clasped his hands together, recited a mantra to the box in Hanyue's hand, and took the box.

"Amitabha!"

Han Yue handed over the box in his hand, and all the monks in the temple sat cross-legged, and bursts of Buddha names slowly rose in the air. Hanyue took one last look at the blood-stained box, where the former left-handed judge was buried, and if there was still a chance, he would definitely come to worship him.

Hanzuki wondered if she was still alive. (To be continued......)