"Ah, that assassin has appeared again." Zhou Yong and others trembled. Although no one had seen the assassin shoot an arrow in person, they had all seen the arrow from the British Lord God. The impression left on them was so indelible.
.And according to the British public, the assassin’s archery skills were even better than his own.
Such a dangerous person appeared in the capital with a hostile face at such a dangerous moment. The threat to their side was even greater than that of Ji Gang and the King of Han.
After all, no matter how many men Ji Gang and the King of Han had, they would not be able to do anything to Wang Xian who also had many men before Tu Qiong saw him. But the assassin's arrows could kill people from a distance far beyond what ordinary people can understand, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
There is no defense
There was a dead silence in the city gate cave, and the pressure brought by the assassin made Zhou Yong and others breathless.
"I don't know why he didn't take action." Wang Xian said softly: "Is it true that I have the blessing of Buddha?
"It should be that he doesn't want to kill you. This is really the best thing." Zhou Yong also came to his senses.
"Master Wang, can the martial law be lifted?" the guard of Zhengyang Gate asked cautiously. There was no other way. After what happened last night, the reputation of this fierce god had surpassed that of Ji Gang. Although he was from a thousand households, he could not even look directly at Wang.
The courage of the virtuous is lacking.
Only then did Wang Xian realize that both sides of the city gate were already crowded with people waiting to enter and exit, and were blocked by soldiers who refused to let them pass.
"Haha, I'm sorry." Wang Xian smiled kindly, flattering the thousands of households, and said quickly: "It's an honor to serve you, but Zhengyang Gate is an important entrance and exit. It will be inconvenient if it is closed for a long time..."
"I'm causing trouble for you." Wang Xian nodded and said, "Let's go." He led the guards and left Zhengyang Gate.
When they came out of Zhengyang Gate, the guards were extremely nervous, watching every possible threat vigilantly, and the warning range was expanded three times compared to usual.
"Can this be used to prevent that arrow?" Wang Xian asked Zhou Yong, who looked nervous.
Zhou Yong shook his head. Although he did not understand geometric figures, he knew that under the same intensity, doubling the warning range would require three times more manpower. Doubling it would require five times more manpower, and even three times more manpower would be needed.
Add a few extra cents...
"Then don't waste your efforts and hurry back to the Yamen." Wang Xian glanced at Zhou Yong comfortingly. That arrow, which was beyond his understanding, had completely shattered the experience and confidence of this capable captain of the guard...
Among the bustling crowd, a tall man with a rough face walked side by side with a petite woman wearing a veil.
"Third brother, why didn't you do anything?" The woman's voice was not loud enough that only the man could hear it.
"I found out that he was an old friend." The tall man said with a nostalgic look on his face: "I, Lin San, will never do anything to my friends." This man almost scared Wang Xian and his party without firing an arrow.
The peerless master was actually Shandong Lin San, who had a similar affinity with Wang Xian even though he had not met much. His voice was loud, but strangely, it seemed as if he had not heard it despite the crowds of people around him.
"Third Brother..." The woman sighed and couldn't help but worry about Third Brother Lin. But isn't this the hero who makes her heartbroken? "How can you explain to Ji Gang like this?"
"Account with him? It's good if I don't settle the score with him." Lin Sanyi frowned tightly and said, "He is our fellow countryman, but Wang Xian is also my friend. Although we have begged him,
You can’t let me turn on my friends, right?”
"Then where are we going?" The woman is actually not short, but she looks a little petite next to Lin San, who is like a giant spirit. She follows closely beside Lin San, who is walking like a dragon and tiger, walking elegantly and calmly
."This is not the way to Ji Gang's house."
"Go and meet an elder." After Lin San finished speaking, he walked with his head down. After a moment, he stood in front of a temple, with a complicated look in his eyes and said: "We're here."
The woman then saw the magnificent temple with the plaque "Qingshou Temple" hanging on it, but the entrance was deserted, like an ancient temple in the mountains, rather than in the bustling capital city.
"The incense is so deserted..." the woman whispered curiously.
"It's weird if it's not deserted." Lin San smiled and stepped into the temple.
At the temple gate, the monk Zhike was taking a nap. When he saw two pilgrims coming in, he immediately became energetic: "You two have bowed to the right temple gate. The Buddha of our Qingshou Temple is the most effective. Whether it is asking for a son, a future, or peace."
, they all respond to requests, and even provide a free vegetarian meal. Our vegetarian meal at Qingshou Temple is the best in the world, even the emperor was full of praise after eating it..."
When the woman saw that the guest monk was chatting like a waiter, she couldn't help but said with a smile: "You are so good at what you said. Why haven't you seen a few pilgrims?"
The old monk Zhike blushed and said: "Because it's so effective, everyone is satisfied, so there's no need to come again..."
"Stop nagging." Lin Sanyi waved his hand and said, "I'm not here to offer incense, I want to see Master Dao Yan."
"Master is in the process of repairing the Qing Dynasty and there are no guests." The monk who knew the guests immediately suppressed his smile and kept a straight face.
"Show this to the old monk." Lin San took out a string of black and white rosary beads.
"It's this again..." I don't know whether it was because the monk Zhike had a good memory or because there were so few guests. He immediately remembered the string of beads that Wang Xian had brought out. He didn't dare to neglect, took the beads and ran in. After a while,
He came out and said, "Please come in."
The two of them followed him to the temple. Although Lin San said he was not here to offer incense, he still offered three pillars of incense in the main hall. The woman did not intend to offer incense, but after seeing the Buddha enshrined in the middle, she obediently did so.
After holding three sticks of incense, I was secretly surprised and said: "It is actually my Buddha who is being offered to me..."
The monk Zhike stood beside the bill as if to respond to the occasion, and rang the bell for the two of them while they were offering incense. After completing the ceremony, the monk Zhike asked in a low voice: "You two really don't want to ask for a fortune? It's very effective..."
Lin San shook his head and said, "My fate is up to me and not from God. I don't ask for it."
"Third brother, I would like to ask for a fortune," the woman said softly.
Lin San laughed loudly and said: "You are really putting the cart before the horse. Master Daoyan is the best Yin and Yang family in this world. I will ask him how good he is later."
"Yes." The woman responded happily and never looked at the lottery tube in Zhike Monk's hand again. Zhike Monk lowered his head depressedly and muttered in a low voice: 'I can also get the master's true biography...,
The two of them followed Zhike Monk into the backyard. They saw sandalwood floating in the courtyard, white walls, blue bricks and black tiles, which was extremely simple and quiet.
It was quiet in the courtyard. There were only young monks in their teens, who looked like they were not of my race, and were sweeping the floor. When he heard someone coming in, he only raised his head and glanced coldly, and then continued to sweep.
His land.
But this sight made Lin San frown. He felt a dangerous aura. But it was inconvenient to ask more questions, so he followed Zhike Monk to the outside of the Zen room. Zhike Monk opened the door and said softly: "You two, please come in.
.”
The two took off their shoes and entered the Zen room. They saw that the walls were empty, with only a burner of incense and three futons. On one of the futons, a man wearing a Gebu cassock with white eyebrows and as thin as a sickly tiger sat.
Old monk. The woman looked at the seventy-year-old monk curiously, and saw that he looked haggard, but his pair of triangular eyes were bright, as if he could see through a person's internal organs at a glance. She couldn't help but secretly marveled, and she took off her veil in an orderly manner, revealing
With a face as holy as a fairy, no wonder she had to cover her face on the street. If she went out like this, she would be surrounded wherever she went.
The woman knelt down on the futon like Lin San. When she saw Lin San bowing down respectfully and saying, "Lin San, please pay homage to the Grand Master." She also hurriedly bowed down and bowed down.
The face of the old monk Dao Yan showed a very rare kind of kindness. This look was something that even Wang Xian had never enjoyed before.
"Get up, let me take a good look at you." Dao Yan stared closely at Lin San's majestic and majestic face, but his eyes were full of memories of the past, "You look, really, just like your grandfather."
"
"..." Lin San's expression darkened when the old monk mentioned his grandfather. He did not miss his grandfather Xiao Ming Wang whom he had never met. Instead, he had been under the influence of Prince Ming since he was born. Three words determined his fate.
He can only move forward according to the arranged way in his life. No matter how powerful he is in martial arts, he will not be able to fight.
"How is your father?" Dao Yan was just immersed in memories and did not pay attention to the changes in Lin San's expression. Of course, he would not pay attention to it.
"My father passed away last year..." Lin San whispered.
"Oh..." Dao Yan nodded. He didn't look sad at all, but said with some envy: "He was freed first."
"Yes..." Lin San whispered: "Whether it's my father or my uncle, my life has been too miserable.
"You want to say that you are also suffering, right?" When will Dao Yan's stubborn smile end?"
"Is it the end?" The old monk lowered his eyelids and looked at the woman's heart in his hands. He secretly said that the old monk smiled like a night owl.
"Yes..." Lin San said without concealing: "This is also the reason why I came to see Grand Master Uncle." He sighed, looked at the woman beside him, and still confessed his thoughts: "In the thirteenth year of Longfeng, Grand Master
Twenty-six years after my ancestor died in Ruizhou, Zhu Yuanzhang sent Liao Yongzhong to drown my grandfather in the river. We red scarf remnants soaked hatred in our blood. Our descendants are born for revenge, live for revenge, and fight for revenge.
He died for revenge. This is the case for Grand Master Uncle, my father is like this, so are many of my uncles and uncles, and so am I..." At this point, he couldn't suppress the pain in his heart, and said with tears in his eyes:
"I would like to ask Grand Master Uncle, when will this fate end?"
Feeling the great sadness in Lin San's heart, the woman looked at the tall man with tears in her eyes.
The old monk's skinny fingers crossed the one hundred and eight rosary beads made of agarwood, and after a long time he slowly said: "It's close when you say it's close, and it's far when you say it's far."
"I don't understand." Lin San said honestly.
"If you ask this question, it means that we are almost at the end..." The old monk said calmly: "Time will dilute all hatred. When I was young, and your father, I only had the thought of revenge in my heart, and never thought about it.
Others. By the time your generation has doubted its own mission, doesn’t that mean it’s almost the end?”