Standing at the door of Qingjing Temple, Wen Qingzhu realized that the door was closed.
Looking sideways behind him, he saw that the two sweeping monks who had been cleaning below had appeared behind him unknowingly.
Wen Qingzhu withdrew his gaze and walked to the door.
He pulled up the door knocker and clicked twice.
A heavy sound sounded, and there seemed to be a lingering sound that lingered in my ears.
After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, there was still no one.
When Wen Qingzhu was about to knock on the door again, the door suddenly trembled.
It slowly opened with a long sound.
What appeared in front of him was an old monk wearing cassocks. He had white eyebrows and a white beard, but his face was not compassionate at all, with a gloomy aura.
He looked at Wen Qingzhu and said calmly: "Amitabha, the donor's arrival is unlucky. The abbot is about to pass away. Qingjing Temple will not receive pilgrims for the time being."
"Really?" Wen Qingzhu looked sad and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, it seems that I came to Qingjing Temple today because of the Buddha's guidance. Master, please take me to see the host."
The white-bearded master Mi Guang in front of him condensed: "Who are you?"
Wen Qingzhu sneered in his heart, can't he pretend anymore
He actually used you directly instead of the donor
"I am Xue Miaomiao, the daughter of the master of the Medicine God Valley. I heard that Master Jiuzhu is back, so I came here to have a look today. Since the master is unwell, I naturally have no obligation to shirk!"
Wen Qingzhu said, raising his feet to walk inside.
Unexpectedly, behind Master Whitebeard, several monks suddenly stepped forward and stood in a row to block the door.
Beidou's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand slightly, ready to take action at any time.
The atmosphere suddenly became chilly.
In the strange silence, the wind blew, and the dead leaves turned in the air, slowly falling between Wen Qingzhu and the white-bearded monk.
"Uncle Master, Master Jiuzhu, please come over."
The voice of a young novice monk appeared in the door. Everyone looked at him. The young monk was only in his teens, and there was no expression on his face.
There was a hint of fear in White Beard's eyes. He turned back to look at Wen Qingzhu, then led the monk in without saying a word.
The person blocking the road left, but the little novice monk who passed the message still stood still. A pair of eyes as dark as ink penetrated Wen Qingzhu's inspection and reached directly into her heart.
Wen Qingzhu felt wary: This little monk...
"Donor, come with me, Master is waiting for you." The little novice monk seemed to have noticed her thoughts, and after saying this, he turned around and left.
Wen Qingzhu followed silently. Every time he tried to keep pace with the little novice, he would get faster.
Thus, he maintained a distance of exactly one foot from Wen Qingzhu.
After passing through the front hall and the main hall, we came to the back hall where the abbot was.
Contrary to Wen Qingzhu's imagination, the abbot was not lying in bed, but sitting cross-legged in front of the huge golden Buddha statue.
After the young novice went in, he went directly to the futon in front of the divine table and started beating the wooden fish.
Wen Qingzhu walked behind the abbot, clasped his hands and said, "Master presiding."
The master abbot, who had his back to her, slowly opened his turbid eyes and said in an uncertain voice: "Almsgiver, Yunzhou City will be handed over to you. My little disciple, can you please send someone to Kunlun?"
When Wen Qingzhu heard the word Kunlun, he thought of a person: "Master, can I ask a question?"
The master abbot did not answer him, but continued: "If Yunzhou is lost, Qi will surely perish. Aliens will be massacred, and countless souls will be lost."
Listening to the words of the master abbot, Wen Qingzhu thought of the words of Zhao'er nanny. Wasn't that what happened to Qi after her death
Wen Qingzhu's emotions began to get out of control. He pressed his hands on his heart and began to breathe rapidly.
In my mind, the image of millions of corpses and starving people everywhere becomes clearer and clearer.
Suddenly, the sound of wooden fish stopped.
The picture in front of him suddenly shattered, and Wen Qingzhu stared at the back of the abbot master.
He still maintained his original posture, but—
The abbot was not breathing.
The young novice stood up slowly, looked at the abbot with peaceful eyes and said, "Master has passed away."
Wen Qingzhu bowed his head and bowed three times.
When she opened her eyes again, the little novice monk had already gone to the door.
"Donor, follow me to meet the next abbot of Qingjing Temple."
Wen Qingzhu suddenly turned around and stared at the back of the little novice monk walking out.
Arriving all the way to the west side courtyard, Wen Qingzhu caught a glimpse of the monks who were the white-bearded monks before.
Seeing them coming, the monks all raised their sticks.
The young novice stopped a few feet away from them and said quietly: "If you don't let me, you will die."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man wearing a Bao Gong mask walked out of the yard.
He laughed.
The familiar voice made Wen Qingzhu suddenly narrow his eyes: "It's you!"
The visitor looked over, stared into her eyes and said, "Wen Qingzhu, it's been a long time since we last met. If I had known that you were so capable, I would have helped Jiang Yuancheng marry you no matter what."
Wen Qingzhu clenched his fists. If Jiang Yuancheng was the first person he wanted to kill, then Jiang Ziang, who had been with Jiang Yuancheng since childhood, was the second person he wanted to kill.
"Jiang Zi'ang, where is Jiang Yuancheng!" Wen Qingzhu couldn't help shouting anymore.
From the capital to Lingcheng, and from Lingcheng to Cangzhou, Jiang Yuancheng's power now exists in the northwest and the Xiongnu.
Wen Qingzhu covered his right eye with one hand and raised his head.
The breeze blew over and raised Wen Qingzhu's hair, and the smile on her face gradually turned ferocious: "Tell me, and I will keep your body intact."
"Hahahahaha!" Jiang Ziang looked at Beidou behind her, pointed at Beidou and laughed wildly, "Just him! I know he is very powerful! But -"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ziang's heart skipped a beat: My body, my body can't move!
The monk guarding the front immediately shook his stick, and a three-inch long sharp knife appeared at the top.
Wen Qingzhu let go of his hand, looked at the unaffected monks and said, "It seems that you are another force."
She walked forward step by step, and the monks immediately raised their sticks and rushed towards Wen Qingzhu.
There was a sigh mixed in the wind.
Then dozens of people wearing Taoist robes suddenly appeared in the air. Some of them were holding swords, some were holding bamboo flutes, some were holding talismans, and some even had a ball of fire in their palms.
And Wen Qingzhu himself suddenly stopped, as if someone had stopped him.
Her ears suddenly couldn't receive the sound clearly, and her vision suddenly blurred.
I only saw a group of figures in green swaying in front of me, and the monks fell to the ground.
At this time, a figure approached, stopped in front of her, and then reached out and touched her forehead.
When she took it back, the woman let out a sigh and said strangely: "Why doesn't it work?"
"She is the one who guides the true dragon's energy and generals. People at our level cannot touch her. Let's go and bring our senior brother back."
The figure in green clothes in front of him walked towards the courtyard.
However, the little novice monk turned around and walked up to Wen Qingzhu. The moment he stretched out his hand and took Wen Qingzhu's hand, her hearing and vision recovered instantly, and the sudden murderous intention in her heart disappeared in an instant.
Wen Qingzhu raised his head and took a breath, then suddenly looked at the little novice in front of him, his hands trembled slightly, and when he was about to touch him, the little novice took a step back with a strange movement.
He still had an expressionless expression, but the words he spoke made Wen Qingzhu burst into tears.
"I never blame you. From now on, you have to live a good life. Revenge is not everything. He will die in your hands."
The little novice monk bent down and bowed, then turned around and walked in.
Wen Qingzhu lost all strength, knelt down, looked at the back of the little novice monk, and murmured: "Fu'er, Fu'er—"
Covered in cold sweat, Wen Qingzhu suddenly opened his eyes.
What caught his eye was the black ceiling. Looking sideways, he saw Fu Lie sitting next to her, holding her hand tightly.
Wen Qingzhu struggled to sit up, looked at the gauze on his arm and asked, "Are you injured? Didn't you say you were staring at Shuangfeng Mountain? Why are you here in Yunzhou City?"
She was filled with anxiety while looking at Fu Lie's wounds.
Fu Lie suddenly grabbed her hand: "Qingqing, have you forgotten? This is Qingjing Temple!"
Wen Qingzhu suddenly scanned the room and found that it was a Zen room.
She asked in confusion: "Why did I come to Qingjing Temple?"
Some images quickly flashed through my mind.
She met two vendors at the foot of the mountain, a white-bearded monk at the door of the temple, and—
"Ah—" Wen Qingzhu had a splitting headache. He couldn't help holding his head and arching his legs.
Fu Lie immediately hugged her with one hand and held her wrist with the other, sending her internal energy to ease her tense body.
The familiar atmosphere filled the surroundings, and Wen Qingzhu slowly calmed down.
The previous memories were also restored.
But she felt a little strange. There was a little novice monk who delivered the message. She couldn't remember his voice, his appearance, or what he said to her.
After resting for half an hour, Jasmine hurriedly opened the door and entered.
When he ran to Wen Qingzhu and saw that she was safe and sound, tears fell from his eyes.
Wen Qingzhu touched her head and comforted her: "It's okay. It's okay now."
Jasmine was not a talkative person, so she suddenly raised her head and said, "Why is it okay! When we arrived, the master fell in a pool of blood, Beidou was also hung on the beam, and the prince almost had murderous intentions. Fortunately you woke up."
Wen Qingzhu's head shook, "That's not right!"
That's not what happened!
As long as she thinks about this matter, her head will hurt violently.
Wen Qingzhu had no choice but to suppress his inner desires and control himself not to think about this matter.
After resting for another half an hour, Wen Qingzhu felt that his whole body was conscious.
The moment she walked out of the house and saw the sun, memories came flooding back.
At the foot of the mountain, she met two vendors.
After finding out something, she decided to go up the mountain.
When she arrived at the temple gate, the white-bearded monk refused to let her in.
The last time, the welcoming monk whom she lured with a lot of money showed up and said nervously: "Uncle Master, Master Jiu Zhu, please come over."
The white-bearded monk was very afraid and turned around to go in.
Wen Qingzhu then followed in. The monk who greeted the guest halfway said he had something to do and left the place.
As if they had been here before, she and Beidou passed by the front hall and the main hall and came to the abbot's back hall.
Wen Qingzhu heard the abbot say: "Yunzhou is handed over to you... The aliens are massacred, and there are countless dead souls..."
The scene moves quickly, and the abbot passes away.
She bowed and left, going to where Jiu Zhu was.
Not wanting Jiang Ziang to appear, the monk blocked the way, and Beidou tried his best to protect her.
When Jiang Ziang was about to stab himself, a bamboo flute appeared in Wen Qingzhu's right ear and hit Jiang Ziang on the shoulder.
As if time had frozen, Jiang Ziang was knocked to the ground.
Wen Qingzhu took a few steps back and was supported by someone.
When she turned around, she saw that it was the secret guards assigned to her by Fu Lie, dozens of them.
Jiang Ziang reacted at this moment and released a signal flare, and his people also appeared here.
The two sides fought hard, but Jiang Ziang was defeated and fled in the end.
The secret guards finally protected Wen Qingzhu, but they were all killed.
Wen Qingzhu walked into the courtyard step by step. She remembered that she asked Taoist Xuanwei to look at Jiu Zhu.
When they arrived at the yard, Jiu Zhu was in the corner with a horrified look on his face.
Taoist priest Xuanwei fell in a pool of blood. Wen Qingzhu walked up step by step and was about to check on Taoist priest Xuanwei's body when a shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Before she could react, she completely lost consciousness.
"Sir?" Jasmine's voice broke into his ears, pulling Wen Qingzhu back from his thoughts.
She asked attentively: "Is Taoist Master Xuanwei dead?"