He stumbled to He Yong's house. As soon as Tian Hai walked in, he pulled He Yong, who looked confused, out of the house without saying a word.
He Yong hadn't finished his meal, and he hadn't wiped off the grease on his mouth. He almost fell down when he pulled him: "Eh, eh? What's the matter with you?"
Tian Hai was out of breath: "General He, we can't waste a moment, something big has happened! Take me to see my young master! I'll tell you what happened on the way!"
After He Yong heard the whole story, his face turned pale with fright. Knowing that there was no need to delay, he took Tian Hai and two of the best war horses in the camp, covered with stars and moon, and galloped towards Baling Mountain near Jiangling Mansion day and night.
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"General Zhao! General He is asking for a meeting outside the camp!"
Zhao Changyuan, who was busy counting military supplies, was surprised when he heard someone report this. He Yong came in person. Could it be that something happened at the Baiyun Mountain camp?
He put down what he was doing and said to the signal soldier: "Send him in."
From a distance, he saw He Yong hurriedly walking towards him, followed by a very familiar figure. When Zhao Changyuan saw the man's face clearly, he suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart. He hurried towards them.
As soon as they reached him, they knelt on the ground, neither of them daring to say the first word.
Zhao Changyuan's heart dropped when he saw the two of them looking so strange, and he hurriedly asked: "What's going on? Tell me! Tian Hai, tell me!"
Tian Hai was heartbroken, raised his head, faced his face, and told him everything that had turned his family upside down.
As he spoke, Zhao Changyuan's face became paler and his eyes became bloodier. When he heard the end, the veins on his forehead and temples jumped.
"General! You can't leave!" He Yong tried his best to stop Zhao Changyuan, who was running to the gate of the camp desperately: "Just tell me what you want to do. Even if I, He Yong, risk my life, I will not live up to the general's trust!"
Zhao Changyuan could no longer see anyone in his eyes, he just mechanically threw aside everyone and objects in front of him.
"General, you can't leave now!" He Yong rushed forward to stop him again and again. The crime of dereliction of duty is no joke.
Running all the way to the gate of the camp, Zhao Changyuan casually took a horse and said to He Yong beside him: "You stay, I will be responsible for anything that happens." After saying that, he got on his horse and left the entire camp behind him in an instant.
"General!" He Yong and Zhao Liang's shouts were getting farther and farther away.
"Master, wait for me!" Tian Hai also hurriedly chased him out, but Zhao Changyuan could no longer be seen along the way.
Lingguang Temple is sleeping in a quiet and eerie atmosphere at night. Some warrior monks take turns to be on duty to guard the safety of the temple. Tonight, the old abbot, Master Cihang, has not fallen asleep either. He is wearing a cassock and a staff, sitting upright in the main hall.
Right in the middle. Maybe tonight, he will wait for the person who will come sooner or later.
Sure enough, when it was almost midnight, there was the faint sound of horse hooves galloping from far to near. Cihang held the staff in his hand, stood up, straightened his cassock, walked out of the hall and called out the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
With the neighing of a horse, the sound of horse hooves suddenly stopped.
After a few seconds of silence, the door in front of him was smashed open from the outside with a "clang", and the two tall and thick monks who were originally standing guard at the door were thrown in from the outside one after another. Both of them quarreled.
He was bleeding and lying on the ground in pain, wailing.
Then, from the darkness at the door, a man with a long body, a broad body, and a face like a crown jewel walked in. He was only wearing a narrow-sleeved brocade robe, without any weapons around him. At first glance, he looked like a man who had just walked out of the academy.
Good Master. But once you see his face clearly, you will immediately be frightened to death by the murderous aura steaming from his face.
At this time, monks holding long sticks rushed out from each room one after another, and quickly stood on both sides of Cihang, forming a semicircle.
The man stepped closer to Cihang, enough to hear the conversation between them. His cold voice broke the silence: "Where is my wife?"
Cihang responded in a gentle tone: "Donor, I'm afraid your wife is not in this temple. She has been killed by evildoers at this time and has already arrived in the Paradise of Paradise."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man opposite him jumped into the air, jumped into the crowd, pulled out a monk, pinched his neck, and smashed him to the ground until he fainted.
The two monks around him rushed towards him quickly. He seized the oncoming long stick with both hands and threw it aside. He dodged the fists of the two monks and finally pinched their hands with a pair of big tiger claw-like hands.
Neck, let them struggle and gasp in their hands.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill all of you. Where is my wife?" He finished this sentence through gritted teeth, and the strength in his hands continued to increase.
Seeing this posture, Cihang knew that Zhao Changyuan was here to fight with them tonight. Although their Lingguang Temple is also famous for martial arts, it is not a Shaolin Temple after all. It does not have a powerful Vajra Palm or an Eighteen Bronze Man. With this group of warrior monks
It may be a bit dangerous to resist a famous assassin who is in his prime. Besides, there is really no need to fight him to the death over this matter.
"Well, General Zhao, to be honest, your wife is no longer in the temple." What Cihang said is indeed true. After Liu discovered that Tian Hai was missing, she guessed that he must have gone to Jiangling Mansion to report the news. In order to
In order to prevent Zhao Changyuan from coming back to look for evildoers, she immediately came to inform the old monk Cihang and asked him to quickly transfer the evildoers. In case Zhao Changyuan did not believe this and became hot-headed and started killing, he quickly added: "Old monk, this temple is full of men.
If Madam were in the temple, she might have a lot of inconveniences. Therefore, I sent her to Qingshui Temple to stay temporarily."
Zhao Changyuan narrowed his eyes, but relaxed the strength of his hands slightly: "Are you serious about this?"
Cihang immediately assured him: "Don't dare lie in front of the Buddha!"
Zhao Changyuan threw away the two monks in his hands and warned him through gritted teeth: "I'll let you go for now. If you dare to deceive me, I will die with you monster monks!"
When he turned around and walked towards the door, Cihang chased after him and said, "I have something to say. I wonder if General Zhao would be willing to listen to it?" The matter of the daughter of the Yang family is really strange...
"What? You want to slander my wife in front of me again? Let me tell you, if she is a monster, then I, the husband, am also a monster. Don't you want to catch the monster? Do it." After that, he asked again.
The monks took a step forward, and they subconsciously took a step back. Finally, he smiled coldly, turned around and strode into the darkness.
It is destined that many people will not be able to sleep peacefully tonight. In addition to a group of frightened monks from Lingguang Temple and Zhao Changyuan who is desperately chasing in the direction of Qingshui Temple, there is also the person who is full of anxiety and expectation, Master Pan Zhuqing.
The men sent out to intercept Yang Yiyi had been out for several hours. Logically speaking, there would be no problem. Zhao Changyuan was far away in Jiangling Mansion. Even if he rushed back, he would have to rush to Lingguang Temple first. By that time, Yiyi should have been captured by him.
His confidant Xue Jiu intercepted him on his way to Qingshui Temple. (To be continued)