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It's just that I didn't expect Su Changjin to be so insidious and openly put himself under the noses of everyone. Since this is the case, he must have already thought of a countermeasure.
"Jingye, you and Su Changjin..."
Mingkong couldn't finish what he said, but both of them knew what it meant.
Lu Jingye used to be a practitioner, and it was rare for him to be so restless that he would blurt it out. Since he said this, it meant that he would take this responsibility together.
Responsibility for burning the Baita Temple.
"As far as I know about you, you never do such ostentatious things until the critical moment." Lu Jingye didn't say anything, but Ming Kong didn't believe his words.
"It's meaningless to talk about me now, this should be your critical juncture." Lu Jingye looked at the fire still raging in the distance, and glanced at Mingkong suggestively.
"Amitabha."
Mingkong raised his hand and made a gesture, still not in a hurry, "The Baita Temple seems to have a bad luck this year, but it is actually preventing disaster."
If he didn't say it, Lu Jingye would have forgotten it.
A while ago, there was a thunderstorm in Baita Temple, and half of the Buddhist hall was burned down. Now it has just been repaired, but Su Changjin burned down the other half...
It's bad enough.
Mingkong practiced profoundly and saw many things thoroughly. He said that he was preventing disasters, so there must be a reason for him.
"Jingye, are you laughing?"
Ming Kong was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Lu Jingye whose lips curled up slightly in puzzlement, "I haven't seen you smile like this for a long time."
There is an essential difference between a sincere smile and a superficial smile, and the person who makes the difference seems to be Su Changjin.
Lu Jingye came back to his senses, put away his revealing expression, "You go back first, don't go out if you have nothing to do."
After all, tonight is destined to be uneventful.
Probably also understood what was going on, Ming Kong smiled lightly, raised his hands and made a formula, and returned to the appearance of a school of eminent monks, "Amitabha."
"The poor monk doesn't care, so please benefactors tonight... Please try to be merciful to my temple."
Watching him leave, Lu Jingye came back to his senses, and left in a flash.
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In the temple, a wing room to the south.
Hearing the commotion of people outside, Beiming Ruixue threw down the tea cup in her hand irritably, and placed it on the table with a "bang" sound.
"Didn't I tell you that I told you not to come here easily?"
Facing Shangbeiming Ruixue's sharp eyes, Hongxiu was a little timid, but when she thought that she was out for revenge, she could do anything.
She hugged her luggage tightly, and knelt down on the ground with a "plop", "Master, Hongxiu really has nowhere to go."
"Thanks to the lord who sent someone to rescue me in prison, if it wasn't really desperate, Hongxiu wouldn't dare to come rashly..."
"When did I send someone to rescue you?"
Unexpectedly, Beiming Ruixue frowned tightly, and glanced coldly at the red sleeve kneeling below, "No wonder, people who enter Dali Temple have to lose their skin even if they don't die. You were let out so easily..."
"My lord, this fire is strange."
There was a knock on the door, and Rong Di came in from the outside, with a serious expression on his face, "I suspect it's man-made, we were followed when we came just now."
As he said that, he looked at Hongxiu who was kneeling on the ground. The other party looked aggrieved but had nowhere to pour out, for fear that he would be abandoned.
"Yes... sorry, I really didn't mean it, I didn't know they would send someone to follow me..."
"There's no need to talk about it." Rong Di bowed, and looked at the upright Beiming Ruixue, "My lord, I have a solution."
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The next chapter is on the right track!
good night~
(end of this chapter)