"It's time to go—" The long shouts pierced the tranquility of Cixin Temple.

In the courtyards of Cixin Temple, the lights in the wing rooms were lit up one by one. Then, the doors of the wing rooms opened, revealing the messy pilgrims in clothes, or the monk wearing gray monk robes jumped out.

Bamboo courtyard.

In the midst of the raging fire, the door of Qiu Liyue's wing room was opened, but before the people inside came out, countless arrows rushed in, and the same was true for the other two wing rooms.

Because of the remoteness, when the monks waiting for the firefighting in Cixin Temple to arrive with buckets, the five wings in the bamboo courtyard were burned to nothing left.

In the darkness, a masked man sneered, "The Empress is too proud of Ye Liuyun. Wouldn't our fire be solved?"

"Is that?" the other man sneered, but before the masked man in front turned around, a sword penetrated into his back.

The sudden smell of blood in the air was like a signal. These masked men hidden in the dark suddenly started to fight. However, this one was particularly depressed. Both sides were dressed in exactly the same outfit, wearing black tights and masked with black scarves, only a pair of eyes were exposed. When they turned around, they couldn't tell who was who.

"Ouch! My hand!" a man in black cried out.

"Hei San?" The man in black who was fighting with him couldn't help but exclaim as he heard the familiar voice.

"Shi Er!" It was obvious that Hei San also heard the voice of the person who cut off his hand, "I'm fighting with you!" Hei San shook the sword in his hand and stabbed towards Shi Er again.

The leader of the man in black obviously noticed this problem, and took a look at the fire room that was still unavoidable. His heart sank into the bottom of the valley. Ye Liuyun's martial arts would not be able to escape? Then he had not appeared at this time, which only means one problem. He was not in this room at all.

This plan failed, and according to the Queen's wishes, she had to take advantage of the situation. The leader in black made a decision in an instant and waved his hand and said, "Retreat--"

Half an hour later, the fire was finally extinguished, perhaps the wing room was burned out, which is more precise.

"Have you found it? Have you ever found the pilgrims living inside?" Ming Jing, with a round face, asked the little monks who were searching for the remains of the ground.

"Brother, there is not yet!" a little monk replied crisply.

"No? Hurry up, look for it again!" Ming Jing touched Yuanyuan's head and urged, "Is it impossible?"

"Mr. Mingjing, what's wrong here?" A voice suddenly appeared behind Mingjing.

Mingjing turned around and saw Ye Liuyun and Qiu Liyue standing behind him, looking at the ruins in front of him, and couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, fortunately, the two donors are fine, otherwise the little monk would have a great sin!"

Ye Liuyun raised his lips and said, "Yes, if I hadn't been tired of wandering with Liyue today, I would have been resting in another empty room, I would have been afraid that I would have buried this sea of ​​fire today."

"Amitabha! Sin! Sin!" Ming Jing proclaimed the Buddha's name, then looked at Ye Liuyun and Qiu Liyue, "The donor is auspicious and heavenly appearance, so it can naturally turn bad luck into good luck. It is still early to dawn at this time, so it is better for the little monk to take the donor to rest elsewhere."

"Then I'll have Master Mingjing!"

Turning left and right, turning into a small courtyard, Mingjing pushed open the door of a wing room and looked at Ye Liuyun, saying, "I'm sorry for the two donors, but here is the closest to the West Palace. Tomorrow morning, you can go directly to the West Palace to welcome the Bodhisattva."

Seeing Ye Liuyun nodding, Mingjing pronounced the Buddha's name and bowed and retreated.

"Liyue, just rest in this room. I'm next door. Call me if you have something to do!" Seeing Qiu Liyue nodding, Ye Liuyun and the guard behind him turned around and went to the wing next to him.

"Miss, let's go in!" Xin'er, who was standing beside Qiu Liyue, said. Qiu Liyue nodded. The two entered the wing room, closed the door, and lit the lights.

One of the figures reflected on the window was tidying the bed, and the other took off the hairpin from his head. After a while, the light went out, and the light in Yeliuyun's room also went out.

After a while, there was no sound from the two rooms.

A bald figure slipped out of the darkness again.

"Donor! Donor!" It was Ming Jing's voice. He attached himself to Ye Liuyun's door and called out twice, but no one in the room answered.

Mingjing turned around and came to the wing room where Qiu Liyue lived, and also called out, "Donor!" Seeing that no one answered, he stretched out his hand and took out an extremely thin dagger from his gray sleeves, inserted it through the crack of the door, slowly fiddled it a few times, and pushed it, and the door opened!

Mingjing flashed into the room with his waist and closed the door with his backhand. After pausing for a while, he held the dagger with one hand and gently touched the couch with his hands.

"Miss Qiu, I'm sorry, who made you offend the Empress? Remember not to sue the wrong person when complaining in the underworld, Amitabha!" Ming Jing said the Buddha's name, and the dagger raised high suddenly stabbed down. Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce the throat of the person on the bed, his wrist was tightly grasped.

Mingjing's reaction was very fast. The wrist of this hand was blocked. The other hand immediately turned into a knife and cut at the neck of the person sleeping inside at a very fast speed. However, the person lying inside reached out and grabbed his wrist that turned into a palm knife.

"Who are you?" This is absolutely impossible for Qiu Liyue and her maid, because only that maid can do martial arts, and Qiu Liyue can do martial arts.

"you guess!"

The person sleeping outside slowly stretched out the other one and took away the dagger from Ming Jing's hand. Soon, the dagger hit Ming Jing's throat.

A little light pushed the door and entered, but Ye Liuyun and his guards came in.

"Mingjing? Who are you the master of the family?" Ye Liuyun's voice echoed clearly in the wing room.

"How did you find me?" Mingjing looked at Ye Liuyun, not knowing where he revealed his flaws.

"Little monk, first answer my son's words. You said just now, I wonder which empress is?" Mo said with a dagger against his throat.

Ming Jing didn't reply, a trace of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, "This is the beginning!" After that, Ming Jing tilted his head and slid to the ground.

"Young Master, there is a poisonous sac hidden in his teeth!" Mo checked, "It's a pity that I couldn't ask the real murderer behind him."

"The real murderer? Didn't you just say that he said the Empress? I think it must be a good concubine!" The guard behind Ye Liuyun suddenly spoke, but Qiu Liyue's voice was the voice.

Ye Liuyun shook her head, "There is more than one Liang Concubine in the palace who can call her Empress, Shu Concubine and De Concubine. Don't forget that there is also the Empress."
Chapter completed!