Idle game leads to another world

There are two words for official, no matter how reasonable you are, you can't say that someone else is official. The monks were very angry, but there was nothing they could do.

The most important thing is the attitude of the eminent monks of the Xuan generation. They seem to acquiesce to this. Without a highly respected monk to take the lead, the rest of the monks cannot organize to protest to the government. The only chance is to wait for the blessing ceremony to be held. Find a way to express your thoughts to the princess.

But that will have to wait until the day after tomorrow.

Time passed little by little, and soon the moon was on the branches.

Zhang Hanlai was imprisoned in the demolished house of Jingci Temple. This guy had no idea how much trouble he was in. He slept soundly all day long due to drunkenness. He woke up for a while before nightfall, and a kind-hearted monk came to him. The grandson didn't appreciate the porridge and water, so he scolded him and left.

Later, maybe because he was tired of scolding, the sound of snoring could be heard again in the demolished house.

Of course the two monks guarding the door watched the whole process and couldn't help but shake their heads when they heard the shouts.

"Brother, do you think this person is really the murderer?"

"Sigh... The government says yes, but it has to be yes if it's not."

"This stupid dog official!"

"Junior brother, be careful what you say."

Most of the monks at Jingci Temple thought this was too sloppy and it was normal to feel dissatisfied.

"The policeman we were guarding together went to have a drink at the foot of the mountain and have a good time. We two brothers are left to guard the door. Otherwise, let's go too."

"this……"

Seeing his senior brother's hesitation, another monk continued to strike while the iron was hot:

"Junior brother, I'm not a smart person, but I don't want to help others do evil. The donor in this picture is obviously not a murderer. Even if he talks dirty, he shouldn't be treated like this. If something really happens to him, I'm afraid you and I will have to fight each other. It’s a crime. Anyway, no one saw it in the middle of the night. If the donor left on his own, we wouldn’t have to worry about it. If he doesn’t want to leave..."

The monk shook his head:

"Just leave it to fate."

These words moved another monk, he nodded and said:

"Okay, anyway, the detectives should be back after a while. You and I will not get involved in such unjust things."

With that said, the two of them picked up the whistle stick and quickly disappeared into the night. Only Zhang Hanlai, who was in the demolished house, didn't know anything about it and was snoring.

However, he said that the police officer should be back, but after more than half an hour, the police officer still did not come back. Maybe he was thinking that there were monks guarding him, so he didn't pay attention to it and was living in the city.

It wasn't until it was almost midnight, when most of the Zen rooms in Jingci Temple had turned off the lights, that someone quietly revealed a pair of eyes from the roof of the demolished house.

The man first looked carefully to make sure no one was there, then slid down from above like an oversized bat and landed at the door of the demolished house.

This person was extremely careful and repeatedly checked whether there was any hidden whistle. When he finally confirmed that no one was there, he slowly opened the door.

Zhang Hanlai was still tied up. He was leaning on a bundle of firewood, sleeping soundly and snoring loudly.

This person pushed Zhang Hanlai. The latter had a dry mouth and could not sleep well because he was drunk. He woke up in a flash. When he opened his eyes, he saw a man in black clothes with a pair of eyes exposed.

However, Zhang Hanlai was not surprised. Instead, he smiled broadly when he saw this:

"Master? Why are you here?"

"Of course it's to save you bastard!"

The man untied the rope for Zhang Han and said:

"I have warned you many times not to come to Jingci Temple easily, why don't you listen?"

"Master, every time I close my eyes at night, I will think of the night when my hometown was burnt to charcoal. The great revenge of my parents and fellow villagers has not been avenged. How can I feel at ease?"

The man in black stopped moving his hands slightly and sighed twice:

"Master has almost avenged you for this great revenge. I will explain it in detail when I get to a safe place. Leave now."

As soon as he heard that the great revenge was avenged, Zhang Hanlai was immediately happy. He shook off the rope quickly with his hands and feet, followed the man in black, and the master and apprentice quickly walked out of the woodshed.

"You go east. I will come find you in two days. Be sure not to show off."

"Yes, Master."

As soon as Zhang Hanlai finished speaking, he heard the sound of a cannon, and then countless Ouchi guards lit torches and quickly surrounded the demolished house.

Not only the Ouchi guards, but also Princess Mingzhu, who started to feel sleepy at the end of the day, came rubbing her eyes under the protection of the guards, waiting to watch the show.

"Master, what's going on?"

"Oops, we've been tricked."

Even the most stupid person knows that this is fishing, and actually catches it.

"Amitabha, junior brother, are you still stubborn?"

Headed by Xuanci, Xuanbei and Xuanku appeared from behind the Ouchi guards. Only three people knew about this. Other than that, the entire Jingci Temple did not know that a big show was put on during the day just for fishing in the middle of the night.

The man in black's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately pushed Zhang Hanlai in the back with his palm:

"Go! Don't come back!"

"Master!"

"I'll look for you when I get out of trouble, so hurry up!"

With this gentle palm, Zhang Hanlai was immediately pushed up to the roof like a kite.

He looked down and realized that staying behind would be a burden, so he gritted his teeth and said:

"Disciple, take a step forward and wait for the master to come and join us."

The Ouchi guards did not stop Zhang Hanlai from leaving. After all, Zhang Hanlai was innocent in this matter. The monk at Jingci Temple said it was no problem, so you can leave as you please.

But this man in black can't leave.

Seeing Zhang Han coming and leaving, Xuanci said again:

"Junior Brother Xuanxiang, let's capture him without mercy."

I didn't say it clearly at first because I was worried about Zhang Hanlai, but now I don't have to worry about it anymore.

The man in black silently took off his scarf and hood, revealing his bald head with incense scars. Zhang Hanlai probably didn't know that his master was actually a monk from Jingci Temple.

It can actually be guessed that the two have a master-disciple relationship.

When the man in black attacked Yang Yiyi, his internal strength was extremely strong, which is a characteristic of Jingci Temple Kung Fu.

When fighting Zhang Hanlai, Yang Yiyi also felt that this man had strong internal strength, and this comparison revealed that they were very similar.

However, this kind of judgment is very subjective. Yang Yiyi is not sure. Now she can confirm it by looking at the conversation between them.

"Brother, when did you realize it was me?"

"Just now, a disciple said that you are not in the meditation room."

Xuan Xiang's face turned blue and white. Of course he could see that this was a fishing trap. He looked up to the sky and laughed:

"Hahahahaha, no matter what, I never thought that the apprentice I taught would become my flaw in the end."

"Junior brother! Don't you have any regrets?"

"Senior brother, you grew up in a temple, how do you know what I think?"

Xuan Xiang shook his head and said:

"As soon as I closed my eyes, I couldn't forget the scene of countless bandit soldiers rushing into the village. I can still smell the stench of the burnt villagers. You ask me, I don't have any regrets? Yes, I No regrets.”

Xuan Xiang said this categorically, not to show off, but because he really had no regrets at all.