The early sun was breaking, and the morning mist was still lingering. On the streets of Yangzhou City, sporadically appeared figures of traffickers and lackeys.
Zhuo Mufeng, who had been notified last night, got up and dressed at dawn, washed himself thoroughly and then arrived at the door of the sub-rudder. He was filled with sorrow in his heart. Why did he get up so early to go to a temple? He couldn't even sleep well.
The man in yellow and nine other people had been waiting outside the door for a long time. There were also several other men and women, all masters of the Yangzhou helm. When they saw Zhuo Mufeng, they all gave up their hands: "I have seen the eldest young master!"
"You guys are so early."
Zhuo Mufeng didn't have the air of a eldest son at all. He chatted with a few people and carefully observed that except for the nine followers, the other masters looked at him without any abnormality.
On the way back yesterday, Miao Qingcheng issued an order in public not to let anyone tell anyone about Zhuo Mufeng's Yuefu Order. This was of course to protect him.
Zhuo Mufeng secretly muttered that he could rest assured about the people here, but he was worried that Mrs. Rejoice and the other two would trick him, but it was useless to think too much. He couldn't just kill people. He didn't have the ability to do so even if he wanted to.
After chatting for a while, Miao Qingcheng, her daughter and Miao Chongwei came out.
Miao Chongwei's injury has not yet recovered, and his face is slightly pale. When he saw Zhuo Mufeng, he immediately greeted with a smile: "Mufeng, I heard that you played Xiaoyaoyou yesterday, and even my sister was full of praise. I didn't expect that you are not only good at martial arts,
Extraordinary, even his piano skills are unique, I will let my uncle experience it if I have a chance."
Zhuo Mufeng himself knew how much he weighed. He was able to be in the limelight yesterday because it suited the situation and the tune was novel. How could he dare to show his embarrassment? He said with a wry smile: "I'm afraid it will stain my uncle's ears."
Miao Chongwei laughed, probably knowing the inside story, and got into the carriage with the support of his men. Miao Qingcheng and Wu Yuanyuan got into another carriage.
Although the three of them are a family, after all, men and women are different and they must avoid suspicion.
After that, everyone sat on their horses and slowly left the east gate of Yangzhou City and headed towards Bishan.
Bishan is located thirty miles away from Yangzhou City, covering an area of several kilometers. It looks like a lying monster. The entire mountain is shrouded in green forests. A tall tower stands alone at the west end, like the horn of a monster.
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Standing at the bottom of the mountain, you can see an ancient stone road that goes straight to the top of the mountain. It winds up and you can vaguely see a few figures walking up the mountain. They are probably pilgrims going to Bishan Temple.
Zhuo Mufeng was not without gains from chatting all the way. He had known that Bishan Temple was the most popular temple in Yangzhou City, with an endless stream of pilgrims visiting it every day.
This tradition started hundreds of years ago, and it is said that gods and Buddhas have appeared.
Zhuo Mufeng grinned. It seemed that Miao Qingcheng was a loyal believer. He actually traveled all the way from Gusu City to come here every year. If there was a Buddha in this world, he would probably be moved by her.
Deep in Bishan is Bishan Temple. In order to show respect, one person was left to look after the horses and carriages. Everyone started walking at the foot of the mountain and went all the way up.
After walking for about half an hour, around all the curves, an ancient temple with mottled walls and gray glazed tiles, as if embedded in the stone wall, appeared in front of everyone.
The ancient temple obviously has a long history. A tower stands like a flock of chickens inside, which is exactly the one seen at the foot of the mountain.
At this time, the red sun has risen, and the morning sun is shining brightly. Along the steps outside Hanshan Temple, there are various stalls, either selling things needed to worship Buddha, or telling fortunes, and the stall owners all have kind smiles on their faces.
, I don’t know if I was infected by the Buddhist aura of this place.
Bursts of distant bells came from the temple, and many people came in and out of the temple one after another, including men, women, old and young. Incense sticks were already floating in the air.
What surprised Zhuo Mufeng was that Miao Qingcheng and others entered the main entrance. After paying homage for a while, a middle-aged monk in gray clothes walked out and led a few people around the side hall and towards the backyard.
The middle-aged monk was obviously very familiar with Miao Qingcheng, and they seemed to be talking and laughing all the way.
It stands to reason that the backyard is a place of meditation, and no one other than the monks of the temple is allowed to enter, let alone female relatives like Miao Qingcheng and Wu Yuanyuan, but the middle-aged monk has no scruples.
Other monks on the road saw him and didn't take it seriously. They just raised one palm in front of him and saluted him to say hello.
Is the Sanjiang League so prestigious? Or is it that Miao Qingcheng has cultivated some relationships over the years? Zhuo Mufeng was puzzled.
After passing through several doors, we came to a large courtyard. The middle-aged monk apologized and left first. After a while, he returned and said, "Donor Miao, the master in charge would like to ask you to speak."
Miao Qingcheng's eyes flashed with joy, and she immediately stood up from the stone chair. Miao Chongwei beside him also propped up his body with a smile on his face.
Zhuo Mufeng looked at this and that. The reactions of the two seemed a bit strange to him. He was about to stand up and follow, but was stopped by the middle-aged monk, who smiled and said: "Little donor, the master in charge is not here for the time being."
Foreigner."
Miao Qingcheng said without thinking: "Mu Feng, you and Yuan Yatou wait here for a while, your uncle and I will go and come back." There was urgency in his tone.
Everyone had said this, what else could Zhuo Mufeng do? No matter how curious he was, he could only suppress it. He could only smile and nod, and sat back down after the others left.
This guy poured a cup of tea by himself, crossed his legs, and looked around at the quiet environment. He could only see the distant mountains, and the picturesque red dust of Yangzhou City could be vaguely seen. However, he himself was hidden in the clouds, and it felt like a fairyland in the mortal world.
feel.
He nodded, his eyes inadvertently met Wu Yuanyuan opposite, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Yuanyuan, have you been here before?"
Yuanyuan?
The nine attendants and the masters at the Yangzhou helm looked at each other in confusion.
Wu Yuanyuan glared at her fiercely, then immediately moved away, not wanting to talk to anyone at all.
Zhuo Mufeng asked for trouble and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
He thought about it last night and felt that Wu Yuanyuan had a special status after all. He still wanted to hang out in the Sanjiang League, so it was not appropriate to get too serious with the other party. Even if he wanted to take revenge, he would have to wait until later, so he planned to repair the relationship with the other party first. Unexpectedly, this woman
So disrespectful.
Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them was a little tense, the others didn't dare to say much, and the yard was quiet for a while.
After a while, a young novice monk suddenly walked in with a ring scar on his head. He looked around everyone, clasped his hands and asked: "Who is the female benefactor Wu Yuanyuan?"
Wu Yuanyuan didn't expect that it was her who was looking for her. She was a little stunned and couldn't help but said softly: "Little master, what do you want to see me for?"
After confirming his identity, the little novice monk's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be stunned by Wu Yuanyuan's beauty. He smiled and said, "Two donors, a man and a woman, came to the temple. They seem to be friends of the female donor."
Wu Yuanyuan thought for a while, she didn't have many friends in Yangzhou City, and suddenly asked: "What do the two of them look like?"
The young novice monk said: "They are as young as the female donor. They are said to be a brother and sister. The female donor should also know that it is not suitable for too many people to enter this place, so the young monk has no choice but to inform them. If it is inconvenient for the female donor to see them, the young monk will tell them."
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Same age, or brother and sister?
Wu Yuanyuan suddenly thought of the Haiteng brothers and sisters. It could only be those two people. She said last night that she would come to Bishan Temple to worship Buddha, so they must have found them.
It's just that Wu Yuanyuan is a little hesitant. She has been together for many years. How could she not understand the thoughts of Haiteng brother and sister? It's just that due to their relationship, some words are difficult to say and they are afraid of embarrassing each other.
However, in the past few years, every time she came to Yangzhou City, the brothers were so closely entangled that Wu Yuanyuan felt helpless.
She wanted to refuse to see them, but she couldn't say it. After thinking about it, she got up and said: "Little master, I will let you go and see them." After that, she walked away.
"Wait a minute!" Zhuo Mufeng, who was drinking tea, suddenly said with a concerned look on his face: "Yuanyuan, would you like me to go with you, in case there is any danger?"
Wu Yuanyuan couldn't help but sneer: "Stop your hypocrisy! Could it be that Sisi and Tengdi will still harm me? If I follow you, it will be more dangerous!"
This merciless person made other people look around, which was quite embarrassing.
Zhuo Mufeng sighed helplessly: "Yuanyuan, you misunderstood brother about the past. If you don't want me to go, then let brother Liao and the others follow. It's always safer."
Brother Liao is the man in yellow, named Liao Qixiong.
"Zhuo, what on earth do you want to do? I advise you to stay calm. If you dare to make any random ideas, don't blame me for being rude!"
Today's Zhuo Mufeng was so abnormal that it made Wu Yuanyuan a little suspicious. She always felt that this guy was not holding something back. After an angrily warning, he turned around and walked out, not even taking the three-star sword placed on the stone table.
It's so generous.
Zhuo Mufeng shook his head speechlessly, what's the matter? Treating good intentions like donkey's liver and lungs, wasting all his good intentions.
However, Liao Qixiong was not a vegetarian. Although he felt that nothing would happen here, he still sent two other experts to follow Miss Wu because of his duty.
The backyard was quiet and quiet. Wu Yuanyuan followed the young novice through several gates and found that the direction was a little wrong. She wondered: "Little master, this is not the direction to the front hall."
The young novice came forward and replied: "There are many people in the front hall, so the young monk has arranged another place for you. Thanks to the grants and subsidies from the Sanjiang League in recent years, I will always do something for the female benefactor."
So it turned out that Wu Yuanyuan had no doubt that he was there. The two guards behind her looked at each other and didn't think much about it. The monks of Bishan Temple were always very polite to them.
It wasn't until she walked into a slightly remote courtyard and saw no sign of the Haiteng brothers and sisters that Wu Yuanyuan realized something was wrong, because the surroundings were too quiet, and there was a faint aura in the air that made her uneasy.
"Little bald donkey, where are you going?"
When one of the guards saw the young novice trying his best to reach the gate, he shouted and rushed over quickly. But it was too late, and a sleeve arrow shot from above with great force.
The guard activated his skills, and the surface of his palm was suddenly covered with a layer of black light. He grabbed the sleeve arrow with violent strength, and burst out with the internal energy of the third level of the Star Bridge Realm.
pound!
The arrows in his sleeves exploded, and the guard continued to rush out, but his movements were finally half a beat too slow. The next moment, figures were seen climbing over the wall and entering, surrounding Wu Yuanyuan and the others.
The leader had a cold face and a pointed nose, with a strong yin expression. He was wearing black clothes with a skull pattern embroidered on his chest. He was looking at Wu Yuanyuan with a furtive look on his face and said with a ferocious smile: "Miss Wu, farewell to Jingshen Island."
, come back and be safe."
Seeing the other party's appearance clearly, Wu Yuanyuan was shocked and said: "Zong Hua, are you not dead yet?"
The person who came was none other than Zong Hua, the master of the Wuqing Dao, whom Wu Yuanyuan had fought against when the Sanjiang Alliance wiped out the Qingshen Dao on Jingshen Island.
Looking around, everyone is wearing the same clothes as Zong Hua. Their breaths are cold and strange, some are licking their mouths, some are twisting their necks, and some have green eyes. It is obvious that they are all masters of ruthlessness.
The terrifying momentum created by this group of people actually made the three people in the center breathless.