Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

This temple is not big, so there are not many pilgrims. The main hall enshrines Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, which is rare in Wutai Mountain. There are not many monks. There is only an old monk in the main hall knocking wooden fish.

Yang Zhao helped Ling Qingyu kneel on the mat and kowtowed three times sincerely.

Ling Qingyu also kowtowed three times sincerely. This Bodhisattva is in charge of hell, and he came here with a ray of soul. That means that hell should exist. No matter what, it is the place he always wants to go to. There is no harm in being the BOSS, not to mention that Yan San is still waiting by the Naihe Bridge, so Bodhisattva, please bring a message to Yan San, telling Yan San that Ling Qingyu is living well now and asking him not to worry.

Compared to Yang Zhao, Ling Qingyu kowtowed for a longer time. The old monk unconsciously raised his head and glanced at her. After seeing her finish kowtow, he took off a hairpin from his head and placed it on the merit box. After looking at her a few more times, he looked at the man next to him who took out a large silver ingot from his wallet and placed it on the merit box. His toothless mouth broke into a smile, he stood up and walked to the two of them.

Yang Zhaozheng took some incense sticks from the side. When he saw the old monk coming, he stood quietly and looked at him.

The old monk looked at Yang Zhao, then at Ling Qingyu, and said with a smile: Getting does not necessarily mean gaining, and losing does not necessarily mean losing. Donor, just keep your heart. What you want will eventually come true. Then he stopped. Looking at Ling Qingyu's stunned face, he walked out with a smile.

Is this a Zen machine? Ling Qingyu was speechless as he watched the old monk leave leisurely but quickly. He helped Yang Zhao stand up and respectfully placed three incense sticks on his face. Then, he was carried by Yang Zhao and slowly walked out of the temple.

That man is covered in blood, and his evil spirit is too strong. I'm afraid... An old monk who had been standing in the corner said to the old monk who was walking slowly.

That woman is a person who has made great contributions to this world. Although the man killed too much, he was open-minded and the killings he committed were for the country and the people. He was an iron-blooded man. The old monk turned and looked at the two people walking out. The temple gate said: It's just a pity that the love is so deep that it will not last long.

Not long after walking out of the temple gate, it began to rain lightly. There was still bright sunshine in the forest, but fine raindrops floated.

Ling Qingyu took the umbrella from Ying Thirteen and held it over Yang Zhao's head, walking leisurely among a group of people looking for shelter from the rain.

When Yan Qi and his party came riding from the foot of the mountain through the raindrops, they immediately saw the two people strolling in the rain, as harmonious and warm as an ink landscape.

However, Yang Zhao's expression was stern. They had left marks along the way so that if anything happened at Heishui Pass, they could be found immediately. After so many peaceful and leisurely days, when he saw Meng Su, his heart suddenly tightened and he I know, at least this time, my free days are gone.

The spies from Shuozhou and Quanzhou have all returned. The Liao army and Dangxiang army in Shuozhou have been moving frequently. In a small conflict between the two sides in April, the Liao army killed the beloved son of a powerful nobleman of Dangxiang, so Dangxiang has now sent 200,000 troops to confront the Liao State in Shuozhou and Wuzhou. There have been several small-scale conflicts. Recently, both sides have been gathering, and some troops have begun to approach the two small cities that Yang Zhao captured last year.

This was a big deal. Before Yang Zhao could say anything, Ling Qingyu said: Zhao, you go back first, and I'll go back later. She couldn't ride a horse yet. If Yang Zhao followed her in a carriage, it would take two days to get there. The military situation was like Fire cannot be delayed.

Ying Jiu dismounted, Yang Zhao put Ling Qingyu down, gathered her wind-blown hair, kissed her lips gently, and whispered: You should come back soon, don't delay.

Ling Qingyu nodded with a smile, put his hand on Ying Shisan's shoulder, used his strength to stand up, and said with a smile: I understand, I'll go back and pack my things and leave immediately.

Although he felt reluctant to give up, Yang Zhao still got on his horse and galloped away with Meng Su in the rain.

The two people's backs disappeared, and Ling Qingyu couldn't bear it anymore. As soon as her body tilted, she was supported by Yan Qi, who had already jumped off the horse, and then picked her up and said: Thirteen, lead the way.

There was still a long way to go back. Ling Qingyu looked at Yan Qi with some worry, then at Ying Jiu who was leading the horse behind, and asked, Have you two been healed of your injuries?

That's almost it. Yan Qi smiled. Naturally, they are still not fully recovered. He and Ying Jiu suffered internal injuries. External injuries are easy to recover from, but internal injuries are not so easy to heal. However, Ying Ten and Ying Two have been sent out by him and asked others to escort Ling Qingyu back. He even Don't worry, it's better to do it yourself. Even if the injury is not healed, he and Ying Jiu are still the most powerful in combat.

Ling Qingyu leaned her head on his chest and said with a smile, We are now gathering the wounded.

Well, Alan made a lot of medicine this time. It seems that Yang Zhao and the others will leave for Yinzhou soon. Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu's excited face and said, Don't ask me if you can go.

Stingy. Ling Qingyu pouted and muttered, then laid her head on his chest. Hearing the heartbeat in his chest, she sighed in a low voice: Yan Qi, it's great that you are alive...

Ying Jiu and Ying Thirteen packed their things very quickly. After lunch, they said goodbye to the monk and headed back to Dai County.

In the afternoon, the rain started to get heavier, from a drizzle to a heavy rain. The mountain road was full of mud, and the carriage became bumpy.

Yan Qi opened the curtains and took a look, frowned slightly, and said loudly: Thirteen, can't we go faster?

Ying Thirteen wiped the rain off his face. The rain was so heavy and the mountain road was so rugged that the dense forest in front of him was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see beyond ten meters.

I'm afraid it won't work. It will be dangerous if we go any faster. Ying Thirteen turned around and said.

If you go at this speed, you may not be able to reach the inn before dark. This carriage is no better than your own. It is impossible to camp outside in such heavy rain. Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu who was already sleeping on his lap. Although he was far away July 14th was still a few days away, but she had already had early attacks several times, which was why he was worried and had to do it by himself.

Is there a place to rest? Yan Qi asked. If I had known it would rain so heavily, I would have preferred to stay at Lingpu Temple for one night.

I'll go look for it. Yingjiu opened the door and jumped out of the car, untied the horse's reins from the back of the car, got on the horse, and rode forward.

I got up in the middle of the night yesterday to go hiking to watch the sunrise. Although the carriage was bumping violently, Ling Qingyu still slept peacefully on Yan Qi's lap, with a smile on his face that had gained some weight.

Yan Qi's fingers lightly traced her eyebrows. More than two months had passed since the life-and-death battle, but it still seemed like yesterday. Every time he saw her looking for that figure inadvertently, he knew that the figure standing in front of her covered her body. The blood-stained figure was engraved into her bones and blood, and just like her whispered words, he knew that she must be thinking of that person with blood dripping from her heart.

It was an unforgettable love. Even though she also loved Yang Zhao and was deeply connected to Yang Zhao, no one could replace Yan San's place in her heart.

If you can't replace the position in your heart, then fill the position around you first. Yan San, this is what you said. After you die, you will belong to me.

Yan Qi lowered his head and gently pecked the lips that were already a little bloody.

Click, click, click, the rapid sound of horse hooves, Ying Jiu's voice came from the rain curtain: Thirteen, there is an abandoned temple ahead, there is still room for shelter.

Following Ying Jiu and Ying Thirteen, they turned the carriage into a path next to the official road. Not far away, they found a ruined temple.

Half of the temple wall has collapsed, and the gate is hung diagonally on the half of the wall that has not yet collapsed. Only the main hall and most of the tiles are left in the room inside. The rest are broken eaves and broken walls, as if they were destroyed by the fire. As if burned.

Ying Jiu kicked down the gate, allowing Ying Thirteen to drive the carriage into the yard, then went to the woods outside to cut down many branches, jumped onto the roof of the main hall, and covered the small half of the missing tiles with the branches. In this way, the main hall can be considered I can fool people.

Shadow Thirteen first appeased the horse, then cleared a clean area in the main hall, then moved broken wood from the abandoned houses on both sides into the main hall and set up a fire.

After everything was sorted inside, Ying Shisanfang held up an umbrella to cover the carriage door and said, Master Qi, you can go in.

Yan Qi carefully picked up Ling Qingyu, stepped out of the carriage, and quickly walked into the main hall. He glanced at the half-tilted statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva and walked to the fire.

After Ying Shisan sent Yan Qi in, he turned around and went to the carriage to get blankets and mats, spread them on the cleaned ground, then put the soft cushions in place, and then brought in the cloak and thin quilt.

Yan Qi gently placed Ling Qingyu on the mat, sat next to her, then hugged her and leaned into his arms.

Ling Qingyu hummed softly, got into the most comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

Ying Jiu used tree branches to build a simple shed for the carriage and horses, and then brought in some game that he had caught while chopping wood.

Ying Thirteen took the game and squatted in the rain to handle it. At the same time, he took the wooden barrel from the carriage and put it outside to catch the rainwater.

Seeing Ying Jiu coming in, he put his fist to his mouth and coughed twice, Yan Qi said: Jiu, change your clothes first and adjust your breathing.

Ying Jiu nodded and went back to the carriage to bring in the clothes of several people. Then he swallowed a pill and took off his coat. The bandage wrapped around his waist was already soaked with red blood stains.

Don't pull it off. Just as Ying Jiu was about to pull off the bandage, he heard Ling Qingyu's voice. Looking back, Ling Qingyu had already sat up from Yan Qi's arms and was looking at him with a frown.

Come here, Jiu. Ling Qingyu waved, with a hint of pain between his brows.

Ying Jiu walked over and saw that Ling Qingyu wanted to help him apply medicine. He glanced at the cushion under her body, shook his head and said, It will get wet.

That's embarrassing, Ling Qingyu glared, sat up straight, patted his side, and said, Change your pants, come here.

Ying Jiu said oh, changed his pants, and then sat next to her with his upper body bare, saying: It's almost better now, it won't be a problem.

Ling Qingyu carefully removed his bandage and saw that there was still thin blood flowing out of the wound that looked like two copper coins. He took the medicine handed over by Yan Qi, carefully applied it to him, and then put on a new one. After putting on the bandage, he took a deep breath and said: The injury is still like this, why did you come here? Moreover, in such heavy rain, he did not cherish himself at all.

Ying Jiu put on his shirt and said with a smile: It's okay. I used to kill people when the wounds were rotten.

Ying Thirteen came in carrying water and prepared game, and said: You are the only one who is stupid and gets plotted every time.

Thirteen, change your clothes and do it again.

Okay. After hearing Ling Qingyu's words, Ying Thirteen handed the game in his hand to Ying Jiu and took off his clothes that were already extremely wet.

His external injuries have been healed, but even with Alan's wonderful hands and those good medicines, there are still various scars left on his body, especially the marks of the soldering iron, which bloom like flowers on his slender and beautiful body. superior.

Ling Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he looked up again, Ying Thirteen had quickly put on clean clothes, then took the game from Ying Jiu's hand, put it on the fire rack, and then took out various condiments.

This temple is not big, so there are not many pilgrims. The main hall enshrines Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, which is rare in Wutai Mountain. There are not many monks. There is only an old monk in the main hall knocking wooden fish.

Yang Zhao helped Ling Qingyu kneel on the mat and kowtowed three times sincerely.

Ling Qingyu also kowtowed three times sincerely. This Bodhisattva is in charge of hell, and he came here with a ray of soul. That means that hell should exist. No matter what, it is the place he always wants to go to. There is no harm in being the BOSS, not to mention that Yan San is still waiting by the Naihe Bridge, so Bodhisattva, please bring a message to Yan San, telling Yan San that Ling Qingyu is living well now and asking him not to worry.

Compared to Yang Zhao, Ling Qingyu kowtowed for a longer time. The old monk unconsciously raised his head and glanced at her. After seeing her finish kowtow, he took off a hairpin from his head and placed it on the merit box. After looking at her a few more times, he looked at the man next to him who took out a large silver ingot from his wallet and placed it on the merit box. His toothless mouth broke into a smile, he stood up and walked to the two of them.

Yang Zhaozheng took some incense sticks from the side. When he saw the old monk coming, he stood quietly and looked at him.

The old monk looked at Yang Zhao, then at Ling Qingyu, and said with a smile: Getting does not necessarily mean gaining, and losing does not necessarily mean losing. Donor, just keep your heart. What you want will eventually come true. Then he stopped. Looking at Ling Qingyu's stunned face, he walked out with a smile.

Is this a Zen machine? Ling Qingyu was speechless as he watched the old monk leave leisurely but quickly. He helped Yang Zhao stand up and respectfully placed three incense sticks on his face. Then, he was carried by Yang Zhao and slowly walked out of the temple.

That man is covered in blood, and his evil spirit is too strong. I'm afraid... An old monk who had been standing in the corner said to the old monk who was walking slowly.

That woman is a person who has made great contributions to this world. Although the man killed too much, he was open-minded and the killings he committed were for the country and the people. He was an iron-blooded man. The old monk turned and looked at the two people walking out. The temple gate said: It's just a pity that the love is so deep that it will not last long.

Not long after walking out of the temple gate, it began to rain lightly. There was still bright sunshine in the forest, but fine raindrops floated.

Ling Qingyu took the umbrella from Ying Thirteen and held it over Yang Zhao's head, walking leisurely among a group of people looking for shelter from the rain.

When Yan Qi and his party came riding from the foot of the mountain through the raindrops, they immediately saw the two people strolling in the rain, as harmonious and warm as an ink landscape.

However, Yang Zhao's expression was stern. They had left marks along the way so that if anything happened at Heishui Pass, they could be found immediately. After so many peaceful and leisurely days, when he saw Meng Su, his heart suddenly tightened and he I know, at least this time, my free days are gone.

The spies from Shuozhou and Quanzhou have all returned. The Liao army and Dangxiang army in Shuozhou have been moving frequently. In a small conflict between the two sides in April, the Liao army killed the beloved son of a powerful nobleman of Dangxiang, so Dangxiang has now sent 200,000 troops to confront the Liao State in Shuozhou and Wuzhou. There have been several small-scale conflicts. Recently, both sides have been gathering, and some troops have begun to approach the two small cities that Yang Zhao captured last year.

This was a big deal. Before Yang Zhao could say anything, Ling Qingyu said: Zhao, you go back first, and I'll go back later. She couldn't ride a horse yet. If Yang Zhao followed her in a carriage, it would take two days to get there. The military situation was like Fire cannot be delayed.

Ying Jiu dismounted, Yang Zhao put Ling Qingyu down, gathered her wind-blown hair, kissed her lips gently, and whispered: You should come back soon, don't delay.

Ling Qingyu nodded with a smile, put his hand on Ying Shisan's shoulder, used his strength to stand up, and said with a smile: I understand, I'll go back and pack my things and leave immediately.

Although he felt reluctant to give up, Yang Zhao still got on his horse and galloped away with Meng Su in the rain.

The two people's backs disappeared, and Ling Qingyu couldn't bear it anymore. As soon as her body tilted, she was supported by Yan Qi, who had already jumped off the horse, and then picked her up and said: Thirteen, lead the way.

There was still a long way to go back. Ling Qingyu looked at Yan Qi with some worry, then at Ying Jiu who was leading the horse behind, and asked, Have you two been healed of your injuries?

That's almost it. Yan Qi smiled. Naturally, they are still not fully recovered. He and Ying Jiu suffered internal injuries. External injuries are easy to recover from, but internal injuries are not so easy to heal. However, Ying Ten and Ying Two have been sent out by him and asked others to escort Ling Qingyu back. He even Don't worry, it's better to do it yourself. Even if the injury is not healed, he and Ying Jiu are still the most powerful in combat.

Ling Qingyu leaned her head on his chest and said with a smile, We are now gathering the wounded.

Well, Alan made a lot of medicine this time. It seems that Yang Zhao and the others will leave for Yinzhou soon. Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu's excited face and said, Don't ask me if you can go.

Stingy. Ling Qingyu pouted and muttered, then laid her head on his chest. Hearing the heartbeat in his chest, she sighed in a low voice: Yan Qi, it's great that you are alive...

Ying Jiu and Ying Thirteen packed their things very quickly. After lunch, they said goodbye to the monk and headed back to Dai County.

In the afternoon, the rain started to get heavier, from a drizzle to a heavy rain. The mountain road was full of mud, and the carriage became bumpy.

Yan Qi opened the curtains and took a look, frowned slightly, and said loudly: Thirteen, can't we go faster?

Ying Thirteen wiped the rain off his face. The rain was so heavy and the mountain road was so rugged that the dense forest in front of him was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see beyond ten meters.

I'm afraid it won't work. It will be dangerous if we go any faster. Ying Thirteen turned around and said.

If you go at this speed, you may not be able to reach the inn before dark. This carriage is no better than your own. It is impossible to camp outside in such heavy rain. Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu who was already sleeping on his lap. Although he was far away July 14th was still a few days away, but she had already had early attacks several times, which was why he was worried and had to do it by himself.

Is there a place to rest? Yan Qi asked. If I had known it would rain so heavily, I would have preferred to stay at Lingpu Temple for one night.

I'll go look for it. Yingjiu opened the door and jumped out of the car, untied the horse's reins from the back of the car, got on the horse, and rode forward.

I got up in the middle of the night yesterday to go hiking to watch the sunrise. Although the carriage was bumping violently, Ling Qingyu still slept peacefully on Yan Qi's lap, with a smile on his face that had gained some weight.

Yan Qi's fingers gently traced her eyebrows. More than two months had passed since the life-and-death battle, but it still seemed like yesterday. Every time he saw her looking for that figure inadvertently, he knew that the figure standing in front of her covered her body. The blood-stained figure was engraved into her bones and blood, and just like her whispered words, he knew that she must be thinking of that person with blood dripping from her heart.

It was an unforgettable love. Even though she also loved Yang Zhao and was deeply connected to Yang Zhao, no one could replace Yan San's place in her heart.

If you can't replace the position in your heart, then fill the position around you first. Yan San, this is what you said. After you die, you will belong to me.

Yan Qi lowered his head and gently pecked the lips that were already a little bloody.

Click, click, click, the rapid sound of horse hooves, Ying Jiu's voice came from the rain curtain: Thirteen, there is an abandoned temple ahead, there is still room for shelter.

Following Ying Jiu and Ying Thirteen, they turned the carriage into a path next to the official road. Not far away, they found a ruined temple.

Half of the temple wall has collapsed, and the gate is hung diagonally on the half of the wall that has not yet collapsed. Only the main hall and most of the tiles are left in the room inside. The rest are broken eaves and broken walls, as if they were destroyed by the fire. As if burned.

Ying Jiu kicked down the gate, allowing Ying Thirteen to drive the carriage into the yard, then went to the woods outside to cut down many branches, jumped onto the roof of the main hall, and covered the small half of the missing tiles with the branches. In this way, the main hall can be considered I can fool people.

Shadow Thirteen first appeased the horse, then cleared a clean area in the main hall, then moved broken wood from the abandoned houses on both sides into the main hall and set up a fire.

After everything was sorted inside, Ying Shisanfang held up an umbrella to cover the carriage door and said, Master Qi, you can go in.

Yan Qi carefully picked up Ling Qingyu, stepped out of the carriage, and quickly walked into the main hall. He glanced at the half-tilted statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva and walked to the fire.

After Ying Shisan sent Yan Qi in, he turned around and went to the carriage to get blankets and mats, spread them on the cleaned ground, then put the soft cushions in place, and then brought in the cloak and thin quilt.

Yan Qi gently placed Ling Qingyu on the mat, sat next to her, then hugged her and leaned into his arms.

Ling Qingyu hummed softly, got into the most comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

Ying Jiu used tree branches to build a simple shed for the carriage and horses, and then brought in some game that he had caught while chopping wood.

Ying Thirteen took the game and squatted in the rain to handle it. At the same time, he took the wooden barrel from the carriage and put it outside to catch the rainwater.

Seeing Ying Jiu coming in, he put his fist to his mouth and coughed twice, Yan Qi said: Jiu, change your clothes first and adjust your breathing.

Ying Jiu nodded and went back to the carriage to bring in the clothes of several people. Then he swallowed a pill and took off his coat. The bandage wrapped around his waist was already soaked with red blood stains.

Don't pull it off. Just as Ying Jiu was about to pull off the bandage, he heard Ling Qingyu's voice. Looking back, Ling Qingyu had already sat up from Yan Qi's arms and was looking at him with a frown.

Come here, Jiu. Ling Qingyu waved, with a hint of pain between his brows.

Ying Jiu walked over and saw that Ling Qingyu wanted to help him apply medicine. He glanced at the cushion under her body, shook his head and said, It will get wet.

That's embarrassing, Ling Qingyu glared, sat up straight, patted his side, and said, Change your pants, come here.

Ying Jiu said oh, changed his pants, and then sat next to her with his upper body bare, saying: It's almost better now, it won't be a problem.

Ling Qingyu carefully removed his bandage and saw that there was still thin blood flowing out of the wound that looked like two copper coins. He took the medicine handed over by Yan Qi, carefully applied it to him, and then put on a new one. After putting on the bandage, he took a deep breath and said: The injury is still like this, why did you come here? Moreover, in such heavy rain, he did not cherish himself at all.

Ying Jiu put on his shirt and said with a smile: It's okay. I used to kill people when the wounds were rotten.

Ying Thirteen came in carrying water and prepared game, and said: You are the only one who is stupid and gets plotted every time.

Thirteen, change your clothes and do it again.

Okay. After hearing Ling Qingyu's words, Ying Thirteen handed the game in his hand to Ying Jiu and took off his clothes that were already extremely wet.

His external injuries have been healed, but even with Alan's wonderful hands and those good medicines, there are still various scars left on his body, especially the marks of the soldering iron, which bloom like flowers on his slender and beautiful body. superior.

Ling Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he looked up again, Ying Thirteen had quickly put on clean clothes, then took the game from Ying Jiu's hand, put it on the fire rack, and then took out various condiments.