The night breeze was cool and the sand leaves were rustling. The night guards patrolled the perimeter of the courtyard over and over again. The guards wearing swords and robes were hidden in the darkness, and their eagle-like eyes kept scanning from the dark corners.
This courtyard is the temporary residence of the commander, Mr. Lu. Due to Mr. Lu's well-known arousal and the relationship with Her Royal Highness, the Jin Yiwei could not guard the inner courtyard, so they had to surround the entire courtyard three times inside and three times outside.
Already.
But even though the Jinyi Guards are heavily guarded, even if a passing drunken man stays out of curiosity for a while, he will be taken away for questioning. Unfortunately, the Jinyi Guards can guard against people, but they cannot guard against things other than people.
Lu Hanjiang's sleep was not deep. As a person who has been walking in the rivers and lakes all year round, his vigilance was never small. This was also the reason why he was so angry when he woke up.
Late at night, a huge black shadow enveloped the inner courtyard, blocking the cold moonlight and casting a shadow that made people feel chilly.
The night breeze picked up slightly, accompanied by a cat-like sound. The paper window slowly opened. On the bed, Lu Hanjiang's closed eyes suddenly opened. The moment he activated his dragon-capturing hand, he had already grasped the Heavenly Secret Sword.
In hand.
His eyes without a trace of warmth swept over the window sill, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he saw a pair of green vertical pupils calmly attached to the stage.
Under the cover of night, the white snake is no longer as aloof as it was during the day, and there seems to be some unspeakable emotion colliding in its pair of green snake eyes.
The slender letter shrank back and forth, the white snake's vertical pupils revealed complex emotions that did not belong to him, and bursts of crying sounds sounded muffled from the closed blood mouth.
Lu Hanjiang frowned. The white snake only stayed for a moment, and the huge figure disappeared into the night without making any sound.
The next morning, Yongle rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed, but was surprised to find that Lu Hanjiang, who would have stayed in bed for a while as usual, was actually washing up before her today.
"Why did my husband get up so early today?" Yongle asked curiously.
Lu Hanjiang changed his clothes under the service of the maid Hu Hu. He said to Yongle: "Abbot Lingkong of Southern Shaolin knew that I was coming. He heard that he had arranged for monks to greet him outside the temple early in the morning. Naturally, I can't be rude."
Yongle was suddenly enlightened and asked with great interest: "I have heard the name of South Shaolin Temple a long time ago. Is its temple as beautiful as North Shaolin Temple?"
The trip to Northern Shaolin was in Yongle, and the luxurious and magnificent Shaolin Temple left a deep impression on her at that time. Naturally, she was very interested in Southern Shaolin, which is as famous as Northern Shaolin.
"maybe."
Lu Hanjiang has only been to Southern Shaolin twice. He was in a hurry and did not have time to appreciate it. However, the two temples are comparable. After all, they are the signatures of Buddhism in the world. It is better not to make them too shabby and make others look down upon.
"Then I'm going too, Vanilla, help me change my clothes." Yongle got out of bed with a roar. When he saw Amber was busy, he immediately called the other one, fearing that Lu Hanjiang would disappear and be left behind by her.
Hua Hua outside the door hurriedly came in to serve Yongle. Because the consort was clean and there was no one to take care of her, so after Yongle entered the house, her personal maid became shared by the couple.
"There's no rush," Lu Hanjiang looked at the lively little princess and said slowly, "We can't go to Shaolin so soon, we have to go to the city first."
Yongle was stunned: "Why?"
Lu Hanjiang smiled slightly: "We are greeted outside the temple with such great courtesy. We have come all the way, so we can't be empty-handed."
Having said that, if Abbot Lingkong knew about this, he probably wouldn't want Lu Hanjiang's gift.
At this moment, Southern Shaolin is indeed very cautious about the visit of Lu Hanjiang, or Yue Lifeng, the chief disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, because the Taoist who previously caused trouble in the pure land of Buddhism was also from the Xiaoyao Sect.
However, Abbot Lingkong is not ignorant of Xiaoyao Sect. This sect has never had any friendships with each other. It is almost normal for its disciples to be on different sides or against each other.
Moreover, the relationship between Yue Lifeng and Jin Yiwei has long been an open secret. It is inevitable that Jin Yiwei will not be able to sit still during this chaos in the world, so Abbot Lingkong naturally has to worry about whether these people have bad intentions.
When the sky dawned, the Zhike monks outside the temple had all been replaced by disciples of the Xuanzi generation in the inner sect, but until noon, no shadow of Yue Lifeng was seen.
Today, the reception standard in Southern Shaolin is very high. The person responsible for welcoming Xiaoyao Sect at the door is the head of Prajna Hall, Master Lingzheng.
Lingzheng didn't like the Jinyiwei and the imperial court, nor did he like the Xiaoyao sect, but the hateful Taoist attacked Shaolin last time, and Abbot Lingkong and all his brothers were injured, so now he had to take the lead.
After waiting for about half an hour, just when Lingzheng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, finally, dust and smoke rose in the distance, the sound of horse hooves thundered, and pedestrians on the road screamed and fled.
When the team of men and horses approached, Lingzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the black and white guards dismounted and rushed up the steps to the mountain gate.
If you don't feel it in person, you can't understand it no matter how many times others say it. If Lingzheng isn't in charge of the overall situation at this moment, just with this posture, these monks of the Xuan generation can't help but get married.
The formation defended itself.
Under Ling Zheng's indifferent eyes, the Jin Yiwei were neatly divided into two groups, the left and right. At the end, three young people in luxurious clothes and a foreign woman who had come from a pure world stepped onto the stone steps in front of the mountain gate.
Looking at the leader, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, his eyes were wanton, as if the pure land of this huge Buddhist temple could not enter his eyes. He had the magic weapon of the Xiaoyao Sect hanging on his waist, but he was surrounded by layers of guards.
He was born in the world of martial arts and had the power of a temple. The two incompatible colors were strangely harmonious in him.
Lingzheng once had a relationship with this great disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, but now, he has just taken a serious look at this young man——
How arrogant.
Ling Zhengxin sighed and came forward: "Young Master Yue, you have had a hard journey. The abbot is already waiting for you at the Main Hall. Please come with me."
"Master, you're welcome."
Lu Hanjiang clapped his hands and asked someone to bring the gift up. It was a scroll of calligraphy and painting. He ordered someone to open it. Lingzheng was stunned when he saw it.
This painting depicts a group of four people. The man riding a white horse is wearing a red cassock and holding a nine-ring tin staff. Lingzheng can roughly tell that he is a senior monk, but the other three strange things are like him.
I can't understand what it is.
"Young Master Yue, what do you mean by this? Please tell me directly." Lingzheng didn't say a few words before prevaricating. He didn't pretend to understand, but asked the question directly.
Lu Hanjiang pointed at the white-horse monk and said, "This is Master Tripitaka."
"I see."
Lingzheng suddenly realized that he had naturally heard the story of Journey to the West, but the question came again. Since the one riding the white horse was Monk Xuanzang, what were those ugly monsters left?