The silver stars are cold and the sky is dark at night.
In a corner of the sky, half of the crescent moon had just appeared, but it was blurred by the rising night fog, and its outline was not very clear.
There are at least five large mansions in Yingchuan Villa, and there are probably nearly a hundred houses of different sizes. Yang Zhaoxi left the soup house, looked at the moonlight, and roughly figured out the direction. He used the lacquered pillars under the verandah.
, the flowers and shrubs in the courtyard began to play hide and seek with the guards who patrolled the courtyard at night, and the servants who occasionally walked around.
After walking around for a long time, in addition to the dark houses, clusters of garden trees, and sparse lights under the eaves everywhere, the surroundings were eerily quiet. Where was the shadow of Liu Xiaomu?
With no choice but to do so, Yang Zhaoxi took out the "Chaoyin Bell" in his arms again. According to the method taught by Xiaoman before, he put the mouth of the bell in his throat, only moved his mouth without making any sound, and used the bell to transmit a message
Ex: "Miss Xiaomu, where are you now?"
Then he put the "Chaoyin Bell" against the shell of his ear and listened for a long time, but there was only the "huhu" sound of the soft wind.
Yang Zhaoxi thought it was because his mouth shape was wrong, so he tried it several times in a serious manner. However, the "Chaoyin Bell" was just like a dead thing, and no sound was transmitted back. He was so anxious that he just wanted to break the bell into several petals.
At this moment, the bell buzzed, and there was a faint noisy sound in it.
He hurriedly pressed the "Chaoyin Bell" to his ear, and only heard a hasty tail tone: "... When you enter the third courtyard, at the east wall... the ridge... there is a good hand blocking it, come quickly!"
After Yang Chaoxi heard this, he immediately knew something was wrong. How could a person who was called a good player by Liu Xiaomu be a good match for his generation? At this moment, he didn't have time to think about it and hurriedly flew back to the south. His figure was like the wind, flying up and down.
After quickly climbing over several corridors and pavilions and a pond and bridge, I could see the east side of the third courtyard in the distance, where the firelight was flashing and people were noisy, as if they were arguing.
Yang Chaoxi didn't even hesitate. He flew across the atrium with his feet, jumped lightly onto a pile of rockery rocks, and peered down. As expected, he saw a group of guards holding open flames, surrounding the six figures huddled under the east wall.
, one of them is Liu Xiaomu.
She pulled out a green hairpin sword and placed it on Yuan Zhongwu's neck. Yuan Zhongwu's originally clean body was now covered with a crimson cassock. He knelt on his knees, wailing, and his head and face were all covered with blood.
It was a red, purple, green, and black trauma. But it was the result of being beaten up by Liu Xiaomu because he resisted too much when he was restrained by Liu Xiaomu.
Behind Liu Xiaomu, there were four Lily Guards with disheveled clothes and messy buns. They were all barefoot and without shoes. There were rusty iron shackles on their ankles. Through the torn gauze skirt, dried blood stains could be vaguely seen between the legs.
.The four of them seemed to have not eaten for several days, their faces were disheveled, their bodies leaning on each other were shaky, and there were many bruises and redness on their drooping cheeks, showing that they had suffered a lot of torture.
About ten feet away in front of Liu Xiaomu, there was a monk standing. Because his back was to the rockery, his true appearance could not be seen clearly. Judging from his wrinkled scalp and snow-white hair color, he must be in his late years.
The monk held a knob-headed cypress staff in his hand, wore ocher robes, and had a majestic back. He looked directly at Liu Xiaomu and said: "Amitabha! Master Liu, if you are here just to save people, you can take these four female donors away. Why?
To hurt someone and beat the son of Yuan Xiang like this?"
Liu Xiaomu sneered and said: "Kuzhu, don't be pretentious here! This dog surnamed Yuan! He insulted my followers so much that they were all bruised and inhuman, so I punished them with small punishments and big warnings, so what's wrong! Buddhism is the most important thing about cause and effect.
It's a cycle, his evil deeds are the cause, and my beating him is the result. If these dandy villains don't get 'retribution in this world,' how can they be worthy of the candles and incense they offer in front of the Buddha every day for a long time!"
The monk's Buddhist name was Kuzhu, but he was a virtuous Zen master in Baima Temple in the east of Luoyang City. He practiced both Zen and martial arts, and the whole temple respected him. During the Jizhou Rebellion, he followed the monks in the temple to avoid the wild bamboo forest in Yangshan Mountain, digging up dead grass and cutting bamboo roots.
After eating bitter things, I found them sweet, and when I looked at bamboos in the snow, I suddenly understood the supreme magic. So I changed the name of my Dharma to "Bitter Bamboo", which not only reflects the tall and elegant bamboo branches, but also pities the common people for their suffering and hatred.
When Zen Master Kuzhu saw that she not only refused to listen to the dissuasion, but even waggled her lips and made excuses, he felt slightly troubled. He had to retreat as a way forward: "Good, good! Master Liu, since you have imposed punishment, even if you have any resentment, you should let it go.
You are so embarrassed, but you are still holding on to the son of Yuan Xiang, but you don’t know why?”
Liu Xiaomu smiled: "Kuzhu, are you stupid from reading the Bible? Now, my aunt, I am trapped in a tight siege. If I don't have this 'life-saving charm' in my hand, I will make a group of eagles and dogs attack rats. How can you still argue with me so nicely here?"
Are you going to mediate? Wouldn’t it have been chopped into pieces by these hawks and dogs?”
Zen Master Kuzhu couldn't argue with her, but he wasn't upset. He turned his head and looked at the Taoist priest beside him.
The Taoist priest had gray hair and a thin body, but he was old and healthy. Zen Master Kuzhu's look made him understand, and he took a step forward and said, "Miss Liu! I haven't seen her for many years, and her grace has not diminished. The poor Taoist is already old, but the girl's appearance is still the same as yesterday.
, I’m really sad and sighing! But I am a beautiful woman, how can I become a thief today?”
"Giggle, giggle!" Liu Xiaomu laughed from ear to ear when he heard this. He finally stopped laughing and looked at the old man, "Yu Chiyuan, at such an old age, he is still so sweet-talking. He is not as good as he was back then.
.If there were no words about 'being a thief', my aunt would be quite happy to hear it!"
Yuchi Yuan felt slightly embarrassed, but his expression was as usual: "To be honest, I was entrusted by the Prince of Xiping County to take care of Young Master Yuan. Recently, your religion and the Taiwei Palace have been fighting each other, and you don't want to involve Young Master Yuan."
Among them, we cannot comment on what the royal envoy has done in the past few days. However, if Mr. Yuan makes any mistakes, Yuan Xiang will fight to the death with your sect. By then, Luoyang City will definitely be in chaos, and not only tens of thousands of people will suffer from it.
Yu Hu people?”
"Hmph! False Taoism and true Zen are well-deserved!"
After listening to what he said, Liu Xiaomu's face finally darkened, and she raised her phoenix eyes slightly and said, "Obviously it was Taiweigong who provoked the provocation, but yet I, the Zoroastrian Cult, was forced to submit and swallow my anger. I thought that my brothers in the religion were just being rubbed around by others.
Are you stupid? Yuchiyuan, my aunt thought that you could still distinguish right from wrong, but today it seems that you are just a grassroots. You actually confused right and wrong and came to complain to Yuan Zai! King Jin of Taiwei Palace had already talked to him
Yuan Zaihang worked in collusion and colluded with each other. Everyone in the two cities knows about this. But are you blind?"
Yuchiyuan's face froze, and he was a little worried: "When will the injustice be repaid! The Jizhou Rebellion has only been over for ten years, and I really can't bear to have more conflicts between the Hu and Han tribes and cause more harm."
Liu Xiaomu saw the monks showing compassion on their faces and trying to persuade each other, and he knew in his heart that it was not appropriate to have too deep grudges with Yuanzai. But now Wang Jin's madness has emerged, and he is forcing each other, wishing he could uproot Zoroastrianism. If Zoroastrianism
A slight show of cowardice will only lead to Wang Jin's intensified revenge, and then the real disaster will come.
Thinking of this, Liu Xiaomu's already active mind became firm again: "Kuzhu, Yuchiyuan, don't waste any more time. My aunt will not only rescue the four believers today, but also capture this dog named Yuan."
! So that we can bargain with Wang Jin and release the captured brother from the sect. If you two want to protect him, you'd better speak with your ability! We just ran in a hurry and didn't get enough of the fight. Now it's time to try again."
Zen Master Kuzhu sighed: "Master Liu, we have said all the good things to you, but you are indifferent. Forget it! The poor monk has no choice but to give up his old bones and ask the layman for advice."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves, raised his skinny right palm, and pressed it slowly towards Liu Xiaomu.
Liu Xiaomu saw that this palm was soft and shaky, and he couldn't help but mocked: "Kuzhu, after decades of practice, have you cultivated it like a dog? If you are not good at it, just use the Taoist priest. If you only have this palm left,
It’s so powerful that I’m going to laugh out loud..."
Liu Xiaomu was scornful, but he didn't dare to be careless in his attacks. When he fought with these people, he knew that this Kuzhu monk was by no means an ordinary person. Now he saw his strange palm skills, which he had never heard of before, and he was very surprised! Immediately
Mobilizing the yin energy of the whole body, he also struck out with one palm.
"Bo!"
The two palms met together and made a crisp sound. Liu Xiaomu's expression changed drastically!
That skinny palm seemed to have some kind of strange fluctuation! Completely ignoring Liu Xiaomu's majestic surging Yin energy, it easily followed her arm and penetrated straight into her chest. It seemed like a golden light that was indestructible and indestructible.
, instantly swayed in her consciousness.
Liu Xiaomu felt her heart twisting and her head buzzing. Countless small "swastika" characters seemed to appear out of thin air in front of her eyes, which made her dazzled and dizzy. She wanted to turn a blind eye, and then moved her inner breath to drive it away, but found that there was nothing
Useful. Finally, my throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood seeped out from the corner of my lips. I had been seriously injured!
On the other hand, Zen Master Kuzhu was not much better. His already skinny body was moved by Liu Xiaomu's palm, but flew backwards like a paper man. If Yuchiyuan hadn't caught him in time, his smooth head would have hit him.
Rockery, end up with brain splitting.
Liu Xiaomu suppressed the disgust in his heart, swallowed back a mouthful of blood, and said with a bright red mouth: "Great monk, what a powerful palm technique... you can actually hurt me with one move. Just saving him is not enough!"
Yuchiyuan's face was gloomy and uncertain. He supported Zen Master Kuzhu, turned to Liu Xiaomu and frowned: "Miss Liu, Zen Master Kuzhu is merciful, don't be complacent! Evil never prevails over good. This 'Jialuo Baye Palm' was passed down from Tianzhu
, the most upright and above all, specialized in defeating the evil spirits of demons. No matter how deep you are in the Taoist practice, you are still a demon cultivator. If you want to transform into a human form, you must have practiced the secret techniques of other sects. If he does it with all his strength, your hundreds of years of Taoism will be wiped out today..."
But Zen Master Kuzhu waved his hand and said weakly: "Master Yuchi, Master Liu actually didn't try his best. If she doesn't compete with me for palm strength, but still uses a sword, how can my fleshy palms be able to defeat the sharp edge?"
Benefits?"
Liu Xiaomu snorted coldly: "Be kind and soft-hearted in the face of enemy attacks. Even if you are injured, you deserve it! Yuchiyuan, if you want to take action, come here as soon as possible! If I regain my breath, you will not be my enemy."
, raised his chin slightly, looked at the top of the rockery and said, "Little Taoist priest, do you want to continue watching the fun? If my aunt accidentally escapes, do you think these people will let the four believers escape alive?"
While everyone was wondering, they saw a gray shadow sweeping down from the rockery, and in an instant it came to Liu Xiaomu's side. He turned around and cupped his hands and said: "Master Yuchi! Today, I only want to save people, but I will come to apologize in the future."
When Yuchiyuan heard the sound and observed the appearance, he recognized the masked young man in front of him. He was none other than Yang Chaoxi, the Chonglingzi who escaped from Shangqing Temple and wandered down the mountain alone.
My heart couldn't help but feel a little troubled.