The old man has high martial arts skills and deep internal energy. The flick of a bead in his hand flew around and hit a black-clothed man between the eyebrows heavily. Blood spurted out. The black-clothed man didn't even groan, his eyes were wide open , fell to the ground and died...
The old man was wearing a light gray monk robe, fluttering lightly due to his internal force, and his white beard fluttered gently with the strong wind. He looked kindly and kindly, like an eminent monk from heaven who can save all sentient beings.
There was a chill all over the body of the man in black, the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger, he tapped his toes, soared into the air, and stabbed at the old man viciously with a tricky, sinister sword move: he was just an old monk meddling in his own business, and he wanted to Purdue sentient beings...
The old man flipped his wrist lightly, and the sharp palm flew out, facing the long swords of the people in black, only to hear a sound of "dang dang dang", the long swords of the people in black were interrupted, and the people in black were also beaten Hit the shoulder, and flew out...
Suddenly, a man in black appeared from behind the men in black. He stabbed the old man's chest with a sword in his hand, and dragged the old man towards the wall not far away.
The people in black who fell to the ground also stood up one after another, holding broken swords, and stabbing the old man mercilessly.
Seeing that the long sword was about to stab the old man, several powerful internal forces flew in from outside the door, and lightly brushed the necks of the men in black. There was a sudden pause in the movement, thin wounds burst open on the neck, the wounds became bigger and bigger, the bright red blood overflowed, and the people in black fell to the ground in a plop.
In his widened eyes, he saw a young man walking in. He was dressed in snow, elegant in Tsinghua University, and his obsidian pupils shone with brilliance. It was Ouyang Shaochen, the son of Xiaoyao Prince.
Looking at the blood all over the ground and the dead bodies lying on the ground, he frowned slightly: They seem to be late...
The old man lost his support and slid along the wall to the ground with his eyes closed tightly, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
Murong Xue hurried over, took out a few silver needles, and stuck them on the old man's chest, the wound gradually stopped bleeding, the old man's pale complexion looked better, coughed a few times, opened his eyes, and saw it at a glance Murong Xue's solemn face, the old man's kind eyes: "The benefactor saved Lao Na?"
"Probably." Murong Xue smiled lightly.
The old man clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, thank you for your life-saving grace."
"Master, you're welcome. Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." Murong Xue smiled slightly, and gently twisted the styptic needle.
The old man's complexion improved slightly, and his benevolent eyes glanced at the men in black, and he said puzzledly: "Lao Na has never had any enmity with anyone in his life, how could there be a man in black to assassinate Lao Na?"
Murong Xue's eyes flickered unnaturally, and she slowed down her voice, "Master, your Dharma name is Guiyi?"
"Exactly!" Master Gui Yi nodded slightly.
A flash of understanding flashed in Murong Xue's eyes, because he was Master Guiyi, and he was assassinated by the man in black because he held something like ten years ago in his hand.
When she got the news from Master Guiyi, she rushed to Xiangguo Temple as quickly as possible. Unexpectedly, someone sent by someone rushed ahead of her...
A solemn look flashed in Murong Xue's eyes, and she looked up at Master Gui Yi: "Master, ten years ago, was there someone who asked you to keep something?"
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was an imperceptible vigilance in his eyes: "What do you mean?"
"It means that these people came to assassinate you to prevent you from handing over your things." Murong Xue paused every word, her eyes serious.
Master Guiyi said deeply: "Then who are you?"
"I'm that man's friend, I came to get that thing for him." Murong Xue said softly, fearing that Master Gui Yi would not believe it, she took out the silver key.
The silver key reflected the dazzling light in the sun. Master Guiyi slowly raised his hand, and carefully touched the dark texture on the silver key. Gao Xuan's heart was slightly relieved. It was indeed the key. not bad.
Master Gui Yi looked up at Murong Xue: "Where is the owner of the silver key now?"
Murong Xue's eyes sank: "Passed away."
Master Gui Yi was startled, shook his head and sighed: He should have guessed earlier, since he asked others to fetch things for him, he must be gone!
"Amitabha, may I ask who is the patroness?"
"Murong Xue of Zhen Guohou's Mansion, Murong Yue is my father." Murong Xue paused every word, his eyes serious.
"Oh, I knew it would be like this, I knew it would be like this." Master Guiyi sighed heavily, with deep helplessness in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "That thing is in the dark compartment of Lao Na's room..."
"Thank you, Master!" Murong Xue's eyes narrowed slightly, and she walked out quickly, her cold order came from the wind: "Wei Feng, take good care of Master!"
"Yes." Wei Feng took the order and appeared...
A lot of pilgrims gathered at the gate of the Daxiong Palace, and the abbot and young monks of the Xiangguo Temple also rushed here anxiously.
Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue paid no attention to it, quickly pushed aside the crowd, walked along the road paved with bluestones, and walked quickly to the room where Master Guiyi lived.
As she was walking, a figure suddenly came over from the side road and bumped into Murong Xue. Murong Xue's eyes froze and she quickly turned sideways. The man wiped her clothes and slid past, hitting the tree trunk next to her hard. Dizziness, tinnitus, staring eyes.
"Old madam... old madam..." The two servant girls hurried over and supported the man with worried eyes.
The man raised his head to look at Murong Xue little by little, his eyes filled with anger: "Murong Xue, what are you doing?"
Murong Xue looked sideways, and saw a familiar face, wearing a forehead, and high buns, it was Du Shi who was kicked out of Zhen Guohou's mansion by her: "Step-grandmother, I should ask you this question? I'm walking on the road Okay, what did you suddenly come out from the side?"
"What do you mean I came out from the side suddenly? This is Xiangguo Temple. After I finish burning incense and worshiping Buddha, I can take a walk here, or take a walk?" Du's eyes were cold.
Murong Xue coldly glanced at the patches of fragrant flowers and green bamboos. The environment is very nice, and it is indeed a good place for a walk to cultivate one's temperament: "I also came for a walk. Let's not interfere with the water of the well, let's go our separate ways."
Seeing that Murong Xue was about to turn around and leave after saying this, Du Shi stopped her coldly: "Wait."
"Anything else?" Murong Xue stopped, but didn't look back.
"You bumped into me just now, and you're not even going to say an apology?" Shi Du looked at Murong Xue with a cold glint in his eyes.
Murong Xue sneered, and turned to look at Du Shi: "Step-grandmother, you figured it out, I didn't even touch the corner of your clothes just now, how did I bump into you?"