When the sky turned bright, light raindrops began to fall.
Autumn is like this. It rains from time to time, allowing people to take a short break from the busy life.
But some people couldn't care less about enjoying the continuous autumn rain. They wanted to escape for their lives.
"Junior sister..." Tang Feng was placed on the woman's shoulders and said weakly:
"Murong Bai is still behind, I can feel it. Xu Yu, Hua Laiyang, Chen Shi, and Wang Zi'an haven't come back yet! They all died in Murong Bai's hands!"
Tang Feng burst into tears, "Senior Brother Xu is dead, Senior Brother Li is dead, and the rest of the Junior Brothers are also dead! Only you, me and Junior Brother Chen are left, why do you need to bring me with you as a burden!"
"...Leave me alone and run for your life."
"Elder brother, what are you talking about!" Beside the two of them, a young man who was a head shorter than the woman said:
"You are our future patriarch, no matter who dies, you cannot die!"
He turned his head and looked behind him. In the dense forest, Murong Bai's figure that looked like Bai Wuchang was looming.
After Tang Feng met up with the woman and the others, they used their connections in Chang'an and left the city without stopping.
I thought that Murong Bai would be blocked in the city and unable to get out. Just in case, they also left a killer every two miles. Unexpectedly, two hours passed and no one came back.
Murong Bai's power exceeded their expectations.
"Senior Brother, Junior Sister, you think my brother must have acted like a man when he died."
The young man said with a smile: "He often said that we killers will never see anyone in our lives. The only time we can be upright is when we die."
"Junior Brother Chen..." Tang Feng opened his mouth in shock, "Don't..."
"Senior sister, take senior brother to find that person." The young man suddenly stopped and his feet sank deeply into the rain-soaked soil. He pulled out his sword and turned around to block the road.
"My brother and I were helpless since we were young. It was Tushenglou who saved us. We have killed at least dozens of people over the years. Now that my brother is dead and his debt has been paid, it is my turn."
Tang Feng turned his head away and tried his best to see the young man's back, but the woman held his head tightly. She held back her cry and said coldly:
"Brother, what you want is to survive. Everyone else is a discardable pawn, including me. Don't be sad for Junior Brother Chen. Many people will die for you. There are many people who want you to kill them personally. No matter what
Whether you like it or not, this is your life."
The woman whispered: "I sent you to Qinglong Temple. The master said that Zen Master Duyan owed him a favor. I don't know if he will help us, but this is our only hope."
"No..." Tang Feng murmured, "You can't die. I regard you as my biological sister. How can a brother let his sister die?"
"I don't want to die either!" The woman's tears rolled down her cheeks, and she swallowed:
"But there is that Murong Bai opposite! None of us can defeat him here, let alone kill him. If Uncle Hai is here, we might still be able to compete, but..."
She couldn't talk any more, so she used her Qinggong skills and hurried on with all her strength.
A loud noise from behind clearly told them that Junior Brother Chen was also dead.
"Senior brother, I was wrong. I shouldn't have accepted Mr. Zhao's request." The woman said softly.
"I don't blame you." Tang Feng suddenly calmed down. He raised his head, looked at the gray sky, and murmured:
"Blame it on me, I'm just being smart. I originally thought this would be a way to kill two birds with one stone by making the Tusheng Tower famous and bring down the Imperial Sun Mansion, but I didn't expect that it would lead to the wolf entering the house and setting fire to myself."
"Junior sister, if Zen Master Duyan is not willing to take you in when we get to Qinglong Temple, you and I don't have to run away anymore."
"There is a cliff to the west of Qinglong Temple. I went to check it out when I came to Chang'an. The cliff is a hundred feet high and there is a river below. If we jump down, we might be able to gain a chance to survive."
The woman shook her head slightly, her eyes firm:
"No, I won't take you off the cliff."
"If Zen Master Duyan doesn't keep you and me, I will force him to stay! Qinglong Temple has more than a dozen people, but I don't believe it. He is so compassionate in Buddhism that he doesn't even care about the lives of the monks under his disciples?"
Tang Feng was startled when he heard this, and then he laughed dumbly:
"You've grown up."
…
Li Xin'an sat on the horse listlessly, letting the "turn over the snow" walk casually.
He has no place in particular that he wants to go to.
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An unprecedented boredom enveloped him. Li Xin'an looked at the majestic city, but he couldn't bear the slightest thought of going back there.
This may not be boredom, but disappointment.
"Fanxue" meekly carried him down the mountain road. Li Xin'an looked around and didn't know where he was. His consciousness was suddenly clear and confused. When he came back to his senses, he was already in a strange place.
place.
Li Xin'an cut off the dead branches that blocked his sight, rode out of the dense forest, and came to the high hills. Before he could see his surroundings clearly, there was a sudden muffled sound in the distance.
There was a faint strange smell in the air. This smell was so familiar to Li Xin'an.
Back then, he used this thing to blow up the tunnel beneath the Immortal Sect's main altar, burying the secret of the Immortal Gu forever underground.
This is gunpowder!
Li Xin'an woke up instantly, and a sense of danger surged into his heart.
He looked towards the place where the smoke and dust were rising, and there was probably a fierce battle taking place there.
Bai Mu, will something happen?
Just as Li Xin'an was about to gallop down the hillside, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman carrying a man on the mountain road at the foot of the hillside, flying towards the east.
Only then did Li Xin'an realize where he was. Going east from here was Qinglong Temple.
"What are they doing at Qinglong Temple?"
Li Xin'an frowned, pulled the reins, and slowly walked down the hillside "turning the snow". At the end of the road, someone happened to be running towards him.
Murong Bai, who was covered in dust in white clothes, suddenly stopped in front of Li Xin'an's horse and looked at him in surprise:
"Brother Li, why do you appear here?"
"I went to find Zhao Shougang." Li Xin'an said, "Don't talk about me first, what are you doing?"
He pointed at the young man on Murong Bai's shoulders in surprise. The young man had a gray complexion and was unconscious. His right arm had disappeared, and half of Murong Bai's clothes were dyed red with blood.
"It's hard to put it into words." Murong Bai glanced at the stubborn face over his shoulder and sighed:
"He had gunpowder on him. My original intention was just to knock him out, but unexpectedly he actually wanted to die with me while I was bullying him."
"Although I escaped in time, I was too late to save the child. His arm was broken, and I had already tapped the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. Taking him back to Chang'an now would delay the business. Qinglong Temple happens to be in front of me. I plan to take this child first.
Send the child to Master Du Yan, and then follow the traces of Tang Feng and the woman."
"I was on the mountain earlier and saw the two of them walking in the direction of Qinglong Temple. I didn't know what their plans were."
"Have you seen them?" Murong Bai asked in confusion, "Why didn't you stop them? Tang Feng was seriously injured and was unable to fight anymore. That woman is no match for you."
"I..." Li Xin'an was about to speak, but the scene of Zhao Shougang determined to die appeared in his mind unconsciously.
Seeing him hesitating and speechless, Murong Bai frowned and sighed:
"Forget it, you must be holding something bad again."
Li Xin'an smiled helplessly: "Am I so insidious?"
Murong Bai carefully put the boy on his shoulders onto Li Xin'an's horse, "If you have other matters, please take this child back to Chang'an first. It's a pity that he is only fourteen or fifteen years old."
Li Xin'an rubbed the young man's head, gently brushed the dirt off his body, and said with a smile: "This child will be a good seedling. If his arm is broken, this road will not work."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know what you are talking about." Li Xin'an said softly, "But this is his choice, a man's upright choice, and we are not qualified to sigh for mercy."
He lightly pinched the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse neighed softly and started walking along the mountain road.
"You're not going back to Chang'an?"
Murong Bai stared at Li Xin'an's eyes and unexpectedly discovered that the other person's eyes were empty and lifeless, as if covered with a layer of fog. This should not appear on Li Xin'an.
"What happened? Zhao Shougang escaped?"
"No." Li Xin'an shook his head gently, slowly exhaled a breath of depression, and said melancholy:
"Baitou, do you want to hear Zhao Shougang's story?"
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It's already mid-October, the weather has turned cooler and the wind is biting. Not many people come to Qinglong Temple to drink porridge these days.
Some people have not come yet, and some people will never come again.
Seeing someone eating porridge
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The number of people was visibly decreasing day by day, and the young novice monk Hui of Qinglong Temple was worried.
"Abbott, not many people have come these days. Autumn is so cold, and winter will definitely be unbearable. Many people in Chang'an will freeze to death again."
"Just do things that don't go against your true intentions. The rest will be protected by Buddha." Du Yan, the abbot of Qinglong Temple, said with a smile.
Two people, one older and one younger, stood in front of the broken gate of Qinglong Temple. There were only two young monks holding spoons in the porridge bowl next to them, but no one came.
"Abbott, the rain seems to be getting heavier. Let's go back to the house." The young novice covered his bare head with a shabby monk's robe and said.
"Wait a little longer, maybe someone will come." Zen Master Duyan looked at the light rain quietly, letting the raindrops wet his monk's robe.
The young novice pouted, although he was reluctant, he still stood beside the abbot honestly.
The broad monk's robe covered his little head tightly, leaving only two ears exposed.
It was quiet in the rain, and it seemed that there was only the sound of pattering in the sky. The little novice suddenly felt that this sound was particularly pleasant, and it had never sounded better before.
He listened to the sound of rain leisurely and contentedly. At this moment, Huixin finally understood why those literati regarded rain appreciation as an elegant and humorous thing.
The young novice had his face covered and could not see anything, but a picture seemed to appear in front of his eyes, with the sun rising in the east and rain in the west. The raindrops slid down from the leaves and fell into the pool, causing ripples.
But something suddenly broke the quiet rain, and the beautiful scene in Huixin's mind was shattered. The ripples suddenly turned into a dark hole, spinning rapidly, trying to swallow Huixin inside.
The little novice monk exclaimed, and his shoulder was suddenly slapped heavily by a thick and powerful hand. Hui's heart ached, but the fantasy in front of him also disappeared.
What caught my eye was still the scene that the little novice saw when he was young.
"Amitabha..." The little novice monk hurriedly recited the sutra, thinking that he had just had a nightmare.
Zen Master Du Yan frowned and sighed deeply.
He slowly stroked the little novice's head and looked up outside the rain curtain.
A man and a woman trudged over the dirt road.
"Abbott, someone is coming!"
Seeing some people coming to Qinglong Temple despite the heavy rain, the young novice did not bother to chant sutras and shouted out happily.
"Is it fate or misfortune..."
"What?" Huixin tilted her head and didn't hear clearly what Duyan was saying.
The two people finally arrived in front of the Qinglong Temple. The beautiful woman knelt down in the mud with a "pop" and gasped:
"Disciple of Tushenglou, please help Master Duyan!"
Tang Feng gritted his teeth and knelt beside his junior sister, lowering his head and saying nothing.
Zen Master Du Yan sighed: "Did Tang Qinghuai explain it?"
"My master has said that if you are in trouble in Chang'an, the master will help you."
"You guys have committed a lawsuit?"
"This..." The woman choked for a moment. Their job was to kill people. Du Yan should also know why he asked this question.
"No." Tang Feng finally spoke out and gritted his teeth: "The following are the lackeys of the imperial court."
Du Yan sighed: "The favor you owe must be repaid."
"In that case, just follow me."
After the two young monks in the porridge had packed up, they helped Tang Feng and the woman. The little novice monk clasped his hands together and bowed, then led them to the temple.
The woman broke away from the monk's support and kowtowed heavily several times. When she lifted her head again, her face was already covered with mud.
"Junior sister!" Tang Feng gritted his teeth and said, "I beg you, come in!"
The woman ignored Tang Feng's pleas, looked at Zen Master Du Yan, and said solemnly:
"The little girl is a heavy-handed killer and does not dare to contaminate the precious land of Buddhism. Please also ask the master to take good care of my senior brother and wait for my master to come."
"Is he coming?" Du Yan asked in shock, then nodded.
"Now that the donor has made up his mind, I cannot persuade him to stay. Please take care of yourself, donor."
"Junior Sister!" Tang Feng's eyes widened, blood red filling his eyeballs. When he was about to say something else, two monks had already carried him into the temple.
The gate of Qinglong Temple slowly closed.
Drenched by the autumn rain, the woman wiped her face coldly and looked at the way she came. Amidst the sound of rain, there was a slight sound of horse hooves.