Wuxin frowned, not understanding the meaning of his sudden recitation of this poem.

Lei Wujie let out a long sigh. At first glance, he just punched him, but in fact, at the moment of punching, he avoided at least three sword energy from the Fengyu Sword. He felt a slight tingling on his cheek, and gently wiped it, touching a blood mark, but he was still injured.

"Are you crazy when you attack Feng Xue Jian rashly? If Jinxian had the will to kill just now, you would be a dead person now." Xiao Se leaned against the door post and said lazily.

The monk who had been watching the wall over there also took a step forward.

"Array!" Ling Jun shouted, and Bo Yong and the four strong men who had never taken action all pulled out their weapons and prepared to make an array around Eunuch Jinxian.

"No need, let's go." Eunuch Jinxian inserted the sword back into the sheath, and almost without looking at Wuxin, he walked into the sedan chair directly. The four strong men immediately put away their weapons and lifted the sedan chair in an orderly manner.

Although Lingjun and Bo Yong did not understand why, they immediately put away the sword in their hands after looking at each other.

"Get up the sedan chair!" Ling Jun shouted loudly.

They raised their sedan chairs in the confused eyes of everyone and walked directly to the door of Dafanyin Temple.

"What's going on? Why did you leave suddenly?" Lei Wujie was puzzled and looked at Xiao Se.

Xiao Se shook his head lazily: "How did I know? Maybe I took you a punch and felt that it was not the opponent, so I ran away quickly."

Lei Wujie was stunned for a moment, and touched it with some tingling scars: "I hope what you said is true..."

When the sedan chair passed by Wuxin, Wuxin heard the old man Jinxian whisper, "Xiao Wuxin, the people from Tianlong Temple have arrived here. If you want to escape, run away quickly."

Wu Xin's expression remained unchanged when he heard this, but he just smiled and said, "I can't escape."

"Yes, your life can be escaped, but your life cannot." After saying this inconsistent statement, Eunuch Jinxian never said anything again, and the sedan chair stepped out of the door of Dafanyin Temple.

"Master, why did you let go suddenly? That monk is obviously not your opponent." After walking out of the Dafanyin Temple, Boyong finally couldn't help asking.

"The monk has practiced the thirty-two secret techniques in the Rakshasa hall, but it is not as easy to deal with. But... Lingjun, come here, I want to pass on the letter to the chief supervisor!" Eunuch Jinxian suddenly strengthened his tone.

Lingjun had never heard his master speak in such an anxious tone, so he hurriedly took out paper and pen from behind the sedan chair and handed it respectfully.

But Master Jinxian took it over, wrote a few words on the paper and put down the pen. After pondering for a moment, he tore the whole piece of paper to pieces and said mutteringly: "No, you can't pass the book. If the pass is seen by others..."

Boyong and Lingjun looked at each other. Eunuch Jinxian has always been known for his elegance and indifference. He has been in charge of the Honglu Temple for so many years. Even if he encounters such a ceremony for worshiping the sky, he never panics. What happened in that temple that they did not notice made him so shocked.

"No! Lingjun, now you can go to the nearest station to pick me a fast horse. I will quickly return to the imperial capital and meet the chief magistrate in person!" Eunuch Jinxian threw out the paper and pen and said.

The top five masters in the main institution, the Zhangxiang Prison, which is second only to the main institution, actually wanted to go to the imperial capital by fast horses thousands of miles away just to report a letter? What letter is so important?

"Receive the order!" Lingjun didn't dare to think about it anymore, and he jumped out.

Master Jinxian sighed, and his emotions finally calmed down slowly. "The cool breeze is already fierce, and the wanderer has no clothes." He murmured and recited this poem.

After Eunuch Jinxian and his group withdrew from the Dafanyin Temple, Lei Wujie and Xiao Se got up and walked to Wuxin's side. Lei Wujie asked: "Wuxin, so who are you looking for when you come to the Dafanyin Temple?"

"I'm afraid it's the drunk monk just now?" Xiao Se guessed.

The drunk monk slowly stepped forward, holding the ring knife in his hand, looking at it fiercely. Xiao Se's eyes turned cold: "Be careful. This monk's martial arts are no worse than Jinxian."

Wuxin shook his head, pushed away Lei Wujie who was blocking his face, and walked towards the monk. The two stopped three steps apart.

"You have grown up." The long-bearded monk sighed.

"Nonsense, twelve years have passed." Wu Xin seemed to be very familiar with the monk Changbing and cursed with a smile, "Is it still the five-year-old boy back then?"

The monk Changbing smiled and said, "How much do you remember when you were five years old?"

"I remember a lot. I remember always riding on your shoulders and pulling out your long beard. I still remember that you had not become a monk at that time. You were so amazing with a broken empty knife. I was clamoring to learn from you. What do you remember?" Wu Xin's eyes suddenly became cold, "I remember you betrayed my father?"

Lei Wujie and Xiao Se were shocked. Wuxin exposed his murderous aura that he had never had before at that moment, but it was just fleeting.

"I kept wondering if you would come to kill me when you grow up. I asked Master Wangyou, who said that everything in the world has cause and effect, and said a lot of Buddhist principles. But I am a fake monk and I can't understand those principles. Later I thought, if you come to kill me, what can I do? Maybe I will hand you the knife." The monk Changfeng waved his hand, and the knife turned in the air, landed in front of Wuxin, and half of the blade was inserted into the ground.

Wuxin's hand slightly touched the hilt of the knife, but did not pull it up: "The old monk told me to be compassionate. I am a monk now, so why would I kill you randomly? Don't worry, I won't kill you."

The monk Changfeng shook his head: "I hope you are here to kill me. If you don't kill me, it means that there are more troublesome things to need me."

"No trouble, I just want you to help me do a ritual."

"Performing a ritual? I am just a fake monk. I can't even recite this sutra for so many years."

"It's not that you want to do it alone, I want the entire Dafanyin Temple to help me do a ritual."

Dafanyin Temple is the Kingdom of Khotan. Today, because of great enemies, most monks hid in the chanting hall in the backyard. If all the monks were dispatched, at least 300 people were there. Such a ritual is probably only the lord of Khotan.

But the monk Changbing was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at the abbot, Venerable Flan, and shouted: "Senior Brother!"

The Venerable Flan suddenly shook his whole body, opened his eyes in confusion, and looked at the monk Changbeard, and there seemed to be traces of saliva at the corner of his mouth. It turned out that the sword energy was everywhere in the temple and it was a big fight. The Venerable Flan pretended to shake his head, but in fact he had fallen asleep secretly.

"Master!" Lei Wujie couldn't help but give a thumbs up, admiring the venerable who could only shake his head. This is exactly the same as the monks in the legends of the world he had heard. However, in the legend, monks can still meditate in the face of great dangers, and this venerable regards meditation as sleeping...

"Senior brother, I have something to ask for." Monk Changfeng said aloud.

Venerable Flan reached out to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth and nodded slightly.

"I need to do a ritual, and I want you about 300 monks." Monk Changfeng is not polite either.

But Venerable Flan's expression remained unchanged. He heard this and only smiled and nodded softly.

"You are the only friend left by the old monk in his life. Letting you preside over this ritual can be regarded as repaying his nagging for so many years." Wuxin smiled and turned around, "I'll be waiting for you there tomorrow."

"What after tomorrow?" asked the monk Changfeng.

"After tomorrow, let's talk about it until tomorrow I can survive." Wu Xin did not look back, and he jumped onto the wall of the temple. "You will leave after finishing the ritual tomorrow. They forced you to get involved in this matter twelve years ago. In twelve years, you cannot repeat the same mistake." After that, the white figure jumped down from the wall of the temple.

"I said, Lei Wujie... Have you noticed that every time this monk Wuxin left, he didn't plan to take us?" Xiao Se said silently.

"I found out too..." Lei Wujie scratched his head.

"Then why do we two hostages... follow us with a stern face?" Xiao Se turned his head and asked Lei Wujie.

"That's right, let's go directly to Senior Brother Tang." Lei Wujie finally did not insist on following.

Just when the two of them reached an agreement, a very handsome head poked out from the temple wall, and the head blinked at Lei Wujie and Xiao Se: "Why are you not following me yet? We are going to a very far place now and we have to rent a few horses. I didn't bring any money."

"It's really evil, this monk!" Xiao Se could only curse angrily.
Chapter completed!