The Legend of Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty: Wanxuan colleagues + episodes

Wanwan comforted in a soft voice, in fact, the closer she got to Wulou Temple, the more uneasy she felt, but she didn't show it, but quietly suppressed this uneasiness.

"But Wanwan, if the master knows, she will definitely not agree with me to do this." Shi Feixuan murmured, although she has made up her mind, looking for Bi Xiuxin's past is, after all, strictly prohibited by Cihang Jingzhai After all, she also violated the rules of the family. Although she had already violated many rules of the family, when thinking of Fan Qinghui, Shi Feixuan would still worry and feel guilty.

"Even so, Feixuan, you also said that there are some things that should not be hidden. Everything in the world has feelings. How to deal with it between you and me should not be decided by your master for you." The two walked , Wanwan continued to explain.

"It's just a pity, master, she doesn't think so, and it's even unreasonable. Since I was young, master has loved me very much. I always think that,

She didn't let me get involved in the relationship, there must be something hidden, but I can't understand it." Shi Feixuan recalled Fan Qinghui's decision, and said what was in her heart.

"Feixuan, I will stay with you until the truth of everything is found out. At that time, we are considering what to do"

During the conversation, the two had already arrived at the gate of Wulou Temple.

Concubine Shixuan put her hand on the door knocker of Wulou Temple, but she didn't knock on the door in time. Instead, she stopped her hand, looked at Wanwan, and said softly, "The saint is in love with the evil king, Wanwan, you hope you will What kind of truth is it?"

"I don't know, I just believe that nothing happens for no reason, and everything should have a result. If it confuses Feixuan, I will find out the truth."

Concubine Shixuan smiled relievedly at Wanwan, and nodded slightly: "Let's go in."

"Yeah." Wanwan nodded, her expression became serious.

Concubine Shixuan knocked on the door of the temple, and the door knocker was knocked on the door, making a dull sound, but no one came to answer.

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☆、Chapter 120 Six

Although Shi Feixuan felt strange, she continued to knock several times, but still no one answered.

"Let me come," Wanwan said, putting her hand on the door, and gently pushed in hard. With a "squeak", the door was slowly pushed open.

Shi Feixuan and Wanwan looked at each other, and then Wanwan pushed the door harder and opened it completely, and the two of them stepped over the threshold and walked in.

Looking around, the inside of the temple is very dilapidated. Even the rockery next to the door has been corroded by the years. It looks like a broken wall. There is no one in the temple, and there is no sound of chanting.

The interior of the temple is full of sycamore trees, the trees are covered with faint yellow leaves, and they look a little crumbling, but the stone road under their feet is very clean, without any fallen leaves.

A gust of wind blew, and the branches began to shake slightly. After a while, the ground was covered with faint yellow leaves.

The tree stopped shaking, and the moment the branches became quiet, the last leaf fell with the wind and floated between Wanwan's hair.

The people in it didn't notice this little episode after all, and they were still looking at the temple.

Concubine Shixuan shook her head, then reached out and took off the leaves that fell into her hair.

Sensing Shi Feixuan's actions, Wanwan naturally looked at Shi Feixuan. Shi Feixuan stretched out the fallen leaves in her hand and gestured to Wanwan with a slight smile on her face.

Wanwan glanced at the leaf in Shi Feixuan's hand, smiled slightly, and said, "Feixuan, it seems that this place has been desolate for a long time."

"Well, my uncle said that Wulou Temple used to be very popular, but I didn't expect it to fall into such a situation now. It's really an impermanent world." Shi Feixuan sighed as she looked at the scene in front of her.

"But the ground is clean and there are no fallen leaves. I think someone should clean it. Let's go over there and have a look." Wanwan said, pointing in the direction of the other courtyard of the temple, and suggested.

"Um"

Concubine Shixuan nodded, and then the two searched towards the other courtyard. Behind the two, the breeze blew again, and the fallen leaves on the ground moved and rested with the wind, and the newly fallen leaves were scattered again. all over the place.

The other courtyard is newer than the previous courtyard. On both sides of the road the two walked, there were one wing room after another, which also verified Shi Feixuan's words. This Wulou Temple used to be full of incense, and the temple was full of pilgrims, but now, the door of the room is closed. Closed, empty, very lonely.

"Shhhh~"

The sound of bamboo brooms rubbing against the ground came from the ears of the two of them. After listening carefully and correctly judging the direction, the two walked towards the small fork on the right.

Just at the edge of the intersection, an old man in a gray Buddhist robe was sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom. The moment Shi Feixuan and Wanwan saw the old man, they looked at each other and walked up to the old man.

"Master, may I ask you?"

"Amitabha, the two benefactors must have come from afar." The old man interrupted Shi Feixuan and said to them.

"How do you know?" Wanwan's words carried a sense of exploration and vigilance. The old man in front of her seemed to be a person who could not eat the fireworks of the world. After years of teaching, Wanwan already had a little resistance to these righteous people, so it's not surprising that her tone was suspicious.

"Since the massacre happened in this temple, there has not been a single believer in the past 20 years. The two of you are rare visitors~" the old man sighed.

"Do you know about the bloody case back then?" Wanwan asked after listening to the old man's words.

Hearing Wanwan's words, the old man's face became serious, but he was relieved immediately: "It seems that the two girls are not here to pray to the Buddha. Who are you?"

"I am the successor of Cihang Jingzhai, Shi Feixuan, and this is my confidant, Wanwan." Shi Feixuan began to report her family name, and brought Wanwan with her.

After finishing speaking, Concubine Shixuan glanced at Wanwan subconsciously, seeing that there was nothing unusual about Wanwan, she was relieved and continued to ask the old man.

"Master, if you have met my uncle Bi Xiuxin before, you should be familiar with this jade flute." Shi Feixuan took off the jade flute she was wearing around her waist, held it with both hands, and handed it over In front of the old man.

"Oh~, so the benefactor is the saint of Cihang Jingzhai after Bi Xiuxin." The old man glanced at Yuxiao and nodded clearly, it seems that he must have remembered a lot of things.

"Back then, my uncle Bi Xiuxin lived in seclusion in Wulou Temple, and in the end he died unexpectedly in the temple. Master, do you know what happened that year?" Shi Feixuan saw that the old man did not show any displeasure, so she continued asked.

"Not only did I know, I witnessed everything back then." The old man said in a deep voice, with a sense of vicissitudes suddenly added to his tone, which seemed to be regret or helplessness.

"What happened to Bi Xiuxin back then?" Wanwan didn't like to beat around the bush, so she asked straightforwardly.

"Wanwan" said Concubine Shi and glanced at the people beside her. Wanwan stopped talking immediately and just reached out and took the jade flute from Concubine Shixuan to express her dissatisfaction.

Concubine Shixuan shook her head, but she couldn't find a trace of blame in her eyes, more just helplessness, she immediately looked at the old man, and said in a respectful tone, "Master, may I ask why my uncle died that year?"

"The poor monk will never forget what happened back then." The old man said, holding the broom subconsciously, and fell into the memories.

"When Bi Xiuxin and Shi Zhixuan came to Wulou Temple to live in seclusion, they were received by the poor monk, but the poor monk didn't know their identities at the time, they just said they were ordinary pilgrims, and they were a seemingly loving couple," the old man recalled Referring to the first acquaintance with the two, he said slowly.

"Looks like a loving couple?" Wanwan subconsciously asked after listening to the old man's words.

"Yes." The old man glanced at Wanwan, then nodded, and said: "Wulou Temple was very popular in the past, and the poor monks received many pilgrims back then, including couples, so they have some ability to judge people and things. And although Bi Xiuxin and Shi Zhixuan get along very affectionately, the poor monk always feels that Bi Xiuxin is not the appearance of an ordinary wife who is happy, but it must be that the poor monk thinks too much."

"Really?" Wanwan listened to the old man's explanation and nodded thoughtfully.

"A few months later, Bi Xiuxin gave birth to a daughter," the old man continued.

"What the master means is that Uncle Bi and Xie Wang are married, and they have a daughter?" The old man's words obviously shocked Shi Feixuan, her tone was full of shock.

"That's right, it seems unlikely that the evil king and the saint would be married, but the three of them had a happy family back then, until the day when Shi Zhixuan carved the wooden horse for her daughter's birthday, even though he was an evil Wang, but the poor monk can tell that he loves his wife and daughter very much, and he even started preparations for his daughter's birthday very early." The old man who fell into memory suddenly sighed, perhaps because of something. sentimental.