Zhurong Temple is not just a temple, it should be said to be a temple. It covers an area half of that of Emperor Wa Palace. The first half is a temple, where ordinary people can also come to worship, and the second half is the palace of the priest, used for receptions.
VIPs like saints also preside over large-scale sacrifices or prayer activities. Therefore, it can also be regarded as the second most important place in Miao territory. There are guards and patrols inside day and night, so it can be said that it is airtight.
Yan Jue's Qing Gong is the best among all previous city lords. To avoid being discovered in such an environment is simply a trivial matter.
The bronze bell high up in the temple has rang twice.
In the dead of night, everyone who should fall asleep has already fallen asleep.
At the beginning, Yanjue was sure that she was Mo Shuruo, but after thinking about it, she felt something was wrong. If Anal, who came to life a month ago, that is, the person standing in front of him, was Mo Shuruo, then there would be so many people in Miaojiang.
Why is it that no one recognizes me? If Uncle Mo was born an only daughter, it would be impossible for him to have siblings, so Anael is meant to look like this!
He was suddenly in a trance.
Is Saint Anael really dead?
Mo Shuruo disappeared for two months, and the Ana'er in front of him happened to be resurrected a month ago.
What a coincidence!
When he came back to his senses, Anal stared at him with a pair of eyes filled with anger. She was a saint, and it was strange that she wasn't angry after being stared at for so long inexplicably.
Yan Jue ignored him directly, and his expression became much calmer, "You have to know, if I were an assassin, I wouldn't have to waste words with you here. I'm not here to kill you." He casually relieved her of her silence.
He smiled, "I'm here to ask you for a favor."
"Are you from the Eastern Continent?" She frowned, "We in Northern Xinjiang always deal with the people from the Eastern Continent just because of interests. If you want me to help you, you have to see what you can give me in return."
He bent down and looked directly into her eyes. They were obviously exactly the same, but both his expression and temperament were telling a strange story. He suddenly wasn't sure whether the person he saw in front of him was Mo Shuruo? He had already stretched out his hand unconsciously.
, moved towards her face.
Anal turned his head and said angrily: "Presumptuous!"
He suddenly came to his senses and put down his hand, "I'm sorry."
Suddenly there were noisy footsteps outside, it must be that a guard was running this way. If you leave without knowing it clearly, you will definitely not be able to sleep tonight. Yan Jue made a decision in his heart, immediately bent down and picked her up, turned around and jumped
Go up to the roof and jump to the highest point of the temple.
In the cold wind howling, Yan Jue stepped onto the roof, "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you."
The night wind came and it was a bit cold.
Ana'er was unable to move in his arms, his little face turning white and red, "Put me down, you bastard..."
When he walked to the corner of the eaves, he really put her down, just out of respect for a saint of a tribe. Although he initially suspected that she was fake, when he saw her face, he was filled with doubts one after another.
My mind is inevitably confused.
Ana'er was wearing a loose nightgown, and the cold wind blew into her sleeves, making her lips turn white from the cold. Yanjue took off his coat and put it on her shoulders. He gently touched her shoulder blades and untied it.
Open acupuncture points.
Ana'er stretched out her hand and punched her, but at her speed, she was only intercepted halfway.
"Let go!" She shook off Yan Jue's hand, turned around and sat down, secretly squeezing the wrist he had grabbed, her face turned red, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
The two of them sat quietly on the raised eaves, and there was no sound for a long time. He did not trap her again, and for some reason Anael did not call for help.
That's fine, so as not to go through any more trouble.
The two were silent for a while, but Yan Jue spoke first, "You look like someone I know."
She said disdainfully: "Is this how you Donglu people talk to strange women?"
Yan Yan was definitely not as shameless as Chi Tianlin. To him, these words just sounded like a smile, "I heard that you had a serious illness two months ago."
She glanced at him sideways, "Why did you suddenly mention this?" She looked him up and down again, frowning and said, "You don't look like a businessman. Who are you, and what do you want to do in Northern Xinjiang?"
"If I tell you, you might help me?" Yan Jue looked back at her. Suddenly remembering what he saw during the day, he couldn't help but said, "I guess you are not a bad person."
Originally he just planned to come to see the situation, but after seeing her face, he just wanted to find out what was going on.
Ana'er raised his chin and smiled arrogantly, "Then you are wrong, I never help people for free."
"You helped the beggar on the street today without confiscating anything. Why can't I help him?"
Ana'er said angrily: "So what if you are a beggar? He is also from Northern Xinjiang."
Yan Jue said: "As a saint, this kind of discrimination is too unjust."
She stretched her knees and stood up, took two steps, stood on the edge of the corner, and turned half of her face under the moonlight, "You are right, I am a saint, so sometimes, there is no need for any righteousness."
This Ana'er is smart by nature and has a sharp temper. She is arrogant and arrogant but also hides her shamelessness. Compared with the stupid Mo Shuruo, she is indeed harder to fool.
Yan Jue sat there and looked at her back quietly, "Then what do you want in return? In other words, what help do you need? As long as you agree to help me, I can do anything for you."
She turned around suddenly and said uncertainly: "Anything!"
Yanjue nodded, "Yes, anything."
Ana'er's eyes flickered, and after a long time he said: "If I asked you to kill someone for me, would you dare?"
"Kill someone?" Such words would definitely not come out of Mo Shuruo's mouth! Yan Jue frowned, and his consciousness suddenly froze, "Who are you going to kill?"
"Priest Zhurong has a graceful character."
Yan Jue had never heard of this person, but he did know that the priests in Northern Xinjiang were on the same level as Nv Zhu and the Holy Nv.
Why did Anal want to kill this man?
But that's not the purpose at this time. She wants something, and he wants it.
"Okay." Yan Jue stood up, looked at her and said, "After everything is done, you have to agree to my request, how about it?"
She asked cautiously: "What's the request?"
Yanjue said easily, "Don't worry, it won't be anything that embarrasses you."
Since there would be no embarrassment, Ana'er didn't even think about it, "I promise you, but are you serious about what you promised me?"
Yanjue raised his right hand, "If you don't believe it, we will high-five and become allies."
Anael looked at his hand cautiously, then looked back at him. After a long mental struggle, he raised his eyes and said, "Okay."
Jiao Yinchang wanted to control her, and Yin Sa also wanted to use her. She was too passive in the middle. A priest and a female priest were all just to rule the northern border, and they never thought about the people in their words and deeds. As a person, she
Holy girl, how can you do nothing?
Three high-fives, and the promise will be kept.
"I haven't seen you tonight."
She is very smart.
"Yes." Yan Jue smiled and said, "I haven't been here either."
The two of them had a tacit understanding.
The guards searched the palace and filed out of the palace in a blink of an eye. Yan Jue sent her back to the ground and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
The maids and guards were all shouting: "Your Highness, where are you?"
Anal smoothed the folds of his clothes and said loudly: "I am here."
A row of guards holding torches came looking for the sound. The leading guard bowed his head and clasped his fists when he came up, "Holy girl, what happened? The maid said that you suddenly disappeared in the dormitory."
Anal said expressionlessly: "Nothing happened, I was just out for a walk."
The leader of the guard said: "Next time the saint takes a break, remember to call three or five maids. If something happens, I won't be able to bear it."
Ana'er gave him a cold glance and said, "This is the Zhurong Temple. If the priest is here, what will happen?"
He hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "Yes."
Anal threw down his sleeves and turned around, "Go back."
The group of people took their time and returned home. After walking a few steps, Anal couldn't help but look back at the corner where Yan Jue was hiding.
She thought this man was strange, but he didn't look like a bad person.
Who is he, this Donglu man?
"Your Highness, be careful." Someone reminded her when she stepped on the stairs.