Outside, it was pitch black and quiet.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Yang Shouwen raised his eyebrows, then turned around and said, "It's okay, how about it, can we go in?"

The monk had already identified Yang Rui's identity. When he heard Yang Shouwen's questioning, he became a little more awake and his attitude became more kind.

"Since it was sent by the county magistrate, thank you for your hard work, I wonder what instructions do you have? Do you need to inform the wizard to know?"

In the Tang Dynasty, there were abbots, abbots, monks, etc.

However, they did not call their positions directly, but instead replaced them with "magics".

"That's not necessary."

Yang Shouwen held a gun and led Yang Rui into the mountain gate.

"Master, we are here this time to ask for something."

"oh?"

"I dare to ask yesterday, did a good man come to incense?"

This Great Maitreya Temple is located in the mountains, but there are actually not many pilgrims.

After hearing Yang Shouwen's words, the monk thought about it and replied: "To be honest, our temple is located in a remote place. No one comes on weekdays, and the incense is not very strong. It can be maintained on weekdays, and it is also thanks to local lay Buddhists to give alms. But yesterday...oh, it should be the day before yesterday! There were indeed a few people here to stay here."

"Let's stay?"

The monk nodded, "At noon the day before yesterday, a good man came, saying that he wanted to practice in my temple for a few days, and he also gave the incense money to hold orders. In the past, there might not be anyone who came to stay in this temple for ten days and half a month, but two groups of people came the day before yesterday.

In the evening, three people came and said they wanted to stay.

But that night, the four people disappeared. When I cleaned the temple the next day, I found that they had left."

"Four people, can we tell who they are?"

The monk smiled and said, "How can you not see this? The four people's dresses can tell that they are Yaozi at first glance.

The first one, the Liaozi, could speak fluent Mandarin, but the later three, seemed to be Turkic people... Well, they were Turkic people. Their official language was very stiff, and when they talked privately, they seemed to be Turkic people. I had been outside the border in my early years and had dealt with Turkic people. Although I couldn't speak, I could still hear their clues."

Turkic people?

Yang Shouwen frowned and felt something was wrong.

The Khitans and Xi people were mainly around Changping, and there were not many Turkic people.

Did those Turkic people come from all over the world just to kill someone? This matter does not seem to be that simple.

He glanced at Yang Rui, but found that Yang Rui was looking at the temple bored.

Obviously, he didn't hear the problem here.

Yang Shouwen thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "Where does that liang who is alone live? Did he do anything unusual that day?"

"Oh, he lives in the wing room over there."

The monk pointed his hand and explained: "My temple is very small, but it is only two in front and back.

After the Yaozi came, he was in the wing room at first, and there was no movement. Later, the three Yaozi rushed over and went to the Main Hall. He didn't return to the wing room until the evening class ended. There was no movement after that... The next day I found that there was no one in the room, and it was clean and clean, without any trace. I thought he had left temporarily."

"Master, how many people are there in your temple?"

"Add me, there are five people in total."

Yang Shouwen nodded, clasped his hands and said, "You dare to ask the master, can you take us to the Zen room first?"

"Of course...but there is nothing good inside. I cleaned the room yesterday and it was clean."

As the monk said, he held a candle in front of him to lead the way.

Yang Shouwen followed him, while Yang Rui pulled Yang Shouwen's clothes, looking a little nervous.

The meditation room was as the monk said, clean and tidy.

There is no furniture inside, only a Zen bed and a futon.

The monk said, "Most of those who come here to practice have low requirements, so they are also very simple and do not have any equipment."

Yang Shouwen nodded and glanced at the Zen room.

"Master, can we go to the Main Hall to have a look?"

"Well..."

The monk thought for a while and agreed, "Yes, yes, but you should ask the two donors to be gentle, so don't disturb the Buddha."

“That’s natural.”

Yang Shouwen immediately followed the monk to the outside of the Main Hall.

The monk gently pushed open the door and made a squeak.

The main hall is not large in size. The golden statue of Maitreya Buddha is enshrined in the center, and on both sides are painted by Arhat Bodhisattva.

Yang Shouwen didn't know what the Maitreya Temple in Changping County looked like, but the main hall in front of him was at least half smaller than the main hall in Shaolin Temple in his memory.

"This is the Main Hall."

"Master still remember what did that Yaozi do here that day?"

"Well..."

The monk smiled bitterly and shook his head, whispering: "The little monk is really not sure.

I passed by the door that day and saw the donor kneeling in front of the Buddha... Well, I'm just kneeling here."

As the monk said, he walked to the cushion, then turned to Yang Shouwen and said, "As for what he had done, I don't know. That day, because a good man suddenly came to the temple, everyone was a little busy and only came in the evening class."

"Donor, why don't you better find the mage, he might know more."

Yang Shouwen walked slowly to the Buddha and stood in front of the cushion.

He raised his head and glanced at the golden Buddha statue of Maitreya, lowered his head and looked at the futon.

After pondering for a while, Yang Shouwen suddenly knelt down on the cushion, then crawled forward, spread his hands, and touched the ground with his head.

It seems nothing!

Yang Shouwen straightened up and shook his head.

He raised his head and was about to look at the Buddha statue again, but suddenly he was thrilling and his hair stood up in an instant.

The door of the Main Hall is open, and the moonlight shines through the door and reflects on the incense table.

Yang Shouwen clearly saw a figure reflected on the Buddha statue.

"Erlang, lie down."

Yang Shouwen roared, and then a lazy donkey rolled on.

In my ears, I heard the sound of bowstrings, and then a scream came.

Yang Shouwen stood up and took the opportunity to pick up the big gun.

Although Yang Rui didn't know what happened, he instinctively lay on the ground as Yang Shouwen shouted. The monk was now staring at the outside of the hall with his eyes wide open, and his eyes were even more shocked.

In his chest was a wooden arrow.

The eagle feather on the tail of the arrow trembled, which was particularly true under the moonlight.

"Erlang, don't move while lying."

Without saying a word, Yang Shouwen rushed out of the Main Hall with his gun. He just stepped out of the threshold with one foot, and a wooden arrow shot at him. Yang Shouwen raised his gun and called, and knocked the wooden arrow away with a snap.

At this moment, two black shadows emerged from the stairs of the square in front of the gate of the Main Hall.

Two Hu people with hair and braids appeared in front of Yang Shouwen, one holding a big knife and the other holding a long sword, and one hit him left and right. It was indeed Fangzi! Yang Shouwen used the moonlight to see clearly the appearance of the two Fangzis.

However, he was not panicked. He paused, his body narrowed slightly, and shouted loudly, and stabbed him with a shot.

The tiger swallowed the big gun as fast as lightning, which surprised the sword-holding Yaozi. He quickly raised the knife to block it, and he heard a loud noise from his ear. Yaozi felt a huge force coming, and the sword in his hand could no longer hold it, and fell to the ground.

He quickly shouted, and another fangzi hurriedly stepped forward to stop Yang Shouwen.

But after Yang Shouwen stabbed out with a shot, he snatched away, and then let the sword go down, and then stabbed it with another shot. This shot was faster than the speed of the previous shot. The fangs of the knife could no longer dodge, and then a puff of tiger swallowed the big guns poured into the fangs' chest, and a bunch of blood splattered on Yang Shouwen's face.

Zheng!

The sound of the bowstring sounds again.

From the two fangs rushing out to Yang Shouwen killing one of them, it only took three or two breaths.

The archer hiding in the dark obviously did not expect that Yang Shouwen was so terrible. He shot another arrow in a hurry, but his mind was a little confused.

A shout came from the big tree in the temple.

Without waiting for Yang Shouwen to turn around, Yang Shouwen jumped up and down the square in two steps, and ran towards the gable as if flying. Yang Shouwen gave the cold arrow and kicked Yang Shouwen to the ground with his sword, then turned around and wanted to chase him.

But at this time, the archers on the tree calmed down.

He jumped to the courtyard wall, and the arrow shot three stars to reflect the moon. Three stars flew over, and Yang Shouwen had to stop and dodge. It was this pause that the sword's fang had already jumped onto the gable and then jumped down with the archer.

Yang Shouwen quickly chased to the gable, and supported the big gun in his hand on the ground, and his body leveraged the force and jumped onto the wall...
Chapter completed!