Song Huiyue immediately raised her foot and kicked Zhang Xutang in the crotch. Zhang Xutang immediately let go of her hand, covered her crotch with both hands, knelt on the ground, and huddled up.
At this time, Zhang Lin and others were already close at hand, and the Forbidden Army had also appeared in sight. Yin Xiao kicked away the old guard, put Song Huiyue on his back, turned around and entered the Palace of Heavenly Kings.
The dim candlelight in the Heavenly King's Hall reflects the angry eyes of the golden Arhats on both sides, while the Buddha lowers his eyebrows and looks coldly at the suffering of all sentient beings.
"Lights off."
Yin Xiao released a hand, put his two fingers together, and extinguished the candle wick. The Palace of Heavenly Kings suddenly fell into darkness. In the darkness, the majestic gods and Buddhas actually had ghostly appearances.
Li Changfeng turned a blind eye to Zhang Xutang and the others, and went straight after Song Huiyue and Yinxiao. He knew at just one glance that these two people were the leaders of the thieves. It didn't matter whether the others could catch them or not. They must be caught.
His feet were flying, and his eyes were fixed on the figure in front of him. As soon as the lights in the Heavenly King's Palace went out, he felt that what he was chasing was not a human, but a wild beast running wildly in the night.
The beast did not need to look at the road to escape, it was all based on intuition. When they left the Tianwang Palace, they did not follow the road to the Daxiong Palace. Instead, they jumped up and went up to the roof. When Li Changfeng followed, they had already jumped down again and reached the release pool.
Alarming the turtle in the release pond, the figure disappeared again and sneaked closer to the Bajiao Glazed Palace.
Li Changfeng followed very hard.
He met anywhere from a thousand to eight hundred prisoners, but none of them were as cunning and changeable as they were. He even felt that the two of them had become one. The one above was carrying the brain, and the brain had the final say where to go.
Just two long running legs, thinking of nothing but running.
The wind blew the bells and bells, and Li Changfeng stood in the night, feeling at a loss for the first time.
Lost it.
Yin Xiao carried Song Huiyue on his back and ran into an uninhabited monk's room. There was no light in the room, and a little light came in through the window. There was only a bed, a futon, and some utensils in the room, which was very simple.
After closing the door, Yin Xiao placed Song Huiyue on the futon and whispered: "Madam, is your injury okay?"
Song Huiyue waved her hand: "Skin trauma."
Yin Xiao stood up, walked to the window, and looked out the window warily. Any disturbance would be enough for him to take action.
His mind was gradually emptying, and his thoughts were expelled by a spear. His eyes were constantly changing and sometimes gathering. There was light in his eyes, complex emotions, firm and gentle power, and he could kill and love.
However, sometimes, his eyes were distracted, and the light in his eyes was hidden in the depths of his pupils. He only focused his knife-like gaze and looked coldly out of the window.
This look only lasted a moment. He turned to look at Song Huiyue, and looked again and again. Facing the burning light in Song Huiyue's big eyes, he subconsciously felt warm and at ease, so he continued to look back out the window.
As soon as his eyes fell into the darkness, he felt uneasy again.
There seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him in the darkness, not Li Changfeng, but the familiar yet unfamiliar Han Beiqu.
The feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger, so strong that he was at a loss and wanted to take Song Huiyue to escape from here, otherwise he would be harmed by Han Beiqu.
He even began to doubt himself: "Is Han Beiqu really dead?"
"Yin Xiao?" Song Huiyue's low voice reached Yin Xiao's ears.
Yin Xiao immediately turned around and smiled subconsciously. The smile was hollow and devoid of any emotion.
The wrist-breaking knife was still hidden in his sleeve. He gripped the handle of the knife tightly, thinking that Han Beiqu was dead.
"Come here." Song Huiyue waved to him.
Yin Xiao walked to Song Huiyue as if he had lost his soul, knelt down on one leg, lowered himself, and surrendered to the person in front of him.
He thought he had calmed down, but Song Huiyue saw that his hands were shaking uncontrollably, her eyes were full of fear, her hands were clenched into fists, and her fingers were pinched into the flesh.
He couldn't feel the pain. He grasped the handle of the knife with one hand and clenched his other hand tightly into a fist. He was still extremely frightened and on guard.
Song Huiyue stretched out her hands to hold his shoulders: "Yin Xiao."
Yin Xiao lowered his eyes, without words or movements, as if he were a clay statue. Seeing this, Song Huiyue reached out and opened his left hand, which was clenched into a fist, finger by finger.
He used a lot of force, and Song Huiyue spent a lot of effort to break it open and hold his bloody hand. Her own hands were also full of wounds, all scratched by broken glass.
She came close to Yin Xiao's ear again and whispered: "Who is coming?"
"Him." Yin Xiao's voice dropped to the bottom, fear suppressing his throat.
Song Huiyue squeezed his hand: "Look at me, don't look at him."
Yin Xiao had always been obedient. He slowly raised his head and stared at Song Huiyue.
The person in front of me is alive, smelling of the sky and the earth, very broad, and very free.
Han Beiqu disappeared in the darkness.
A tear came out of my eyes without warning. It was not sadness or fear, but I felt that I was very lucky.
After enduring inhuman torture, he thought he would be trapped in it for the rest of his life and could not get out, but he met Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue is like the sun, lighting up the people around her.
She is his god.
Song Huiyue retracted her hand, sat on the futon and took a few breaths. Her lower back hurt, her knees hurt, and her hands hurt. The pain was not the worst. The worst thing was that she was hungry.
Previously, I had been thinking about the letter. I bought a lot of things and didn't even take a serious bite. Now that I was safe for the time being, my hunger returned with a vengeance.
This meditation room is empty, and it looks very much like someone who has mastered Buddhism. Everything is empty, and there is nothing to eat.
Hunger turned into ants, gnawing at her quietly. She asked Yinxiao: "Are you hungry?"
Yin Xiao told the truth that he was not hungry, but Song Huiyue was hungry, so he got up and prepared to go to the kitchen of Daxiangguo Temple.
Before he could reach the door, he paused and whispered: "Someone is coming."
Outside the monk's room, a master came from a distance. No one was following him, and he walked to the door.
Pushing the door open, he stood in front of the door and said "Amitabha Buddha" before entering. Then he closed the door and lit the bowl lamp on the table. The lamp was like a bean, illuminating the master's peaceful and calm face.
The master sat on the futon, thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "Why don't the two donors under the bed come out and sit down?"
After hearing this, Song Huiyue simply stopped hiding, crawled out from under the bed, sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped her hands together: "Master, I'd like to lend you your meditation room."
Yin Xiao stood behind Song Huiyue. The previous chaos had all calmed down. He looked at the master nervously and did not make a move.
This master's bones are smooth, his movements are light and agile, his face has a look of compassion, and his eyes are gentle. Needless to say, you can tell that he is a true master who "sweeps the floor but cherishes the lives of ants".
The master smiled and said: "What's the point of borrowing? This place is not for a poor monk. The wind can come, the rain can come, the flowers can come, the grass can come, the swallows can come, and the donor can naturally come."
Song Huiyue smiled: "Then my enemies can come too."
The master nodded: "Young lady has wisdom."
Song Huiyue waved her hand: "If I don't have wisdom, the Buddha won't bless me."