[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

Lingyin Temple is located to the west of Cangjian Mountain Villa, and its scale is not as large as that of Daci'en Temple in Xijing, but there are still an endless stream of pilgrims.

Today is not a big day for pilgrimage. There are not many people who come to the temple to worship Buddha. There are three or four pilgrims on the tree-lined steps in front of the main entrance of the Buddhist temple. Ye Moshu's voice, on the contrary, made people feel pure and open-minded.

In the main hall, a golden statue of Buddha sits quietly behind the curling cigarettes. His dharma looks solemn and compassionate, as if he is watching his followers and listening to their joys and sorrows.

Su Jixian and the other three men did not believe in Buddhism, while Chen Yue was influenced by Sun Simiao, so she was quite sincere towards Buddha.

She knelt upright on the futon in front of the Buddha, clasped her hands, closed her almond eyes, and her posture was dignified and quiet, causing the pilgrims around to look sideways.

After three pious kowtows, she stood up and took the incense handed by Ye Xuan next to her, and inserted it into the incense burner in front of her.

"Xiaoyue, do you want to ask for a lottery?" Ye Xuan tugged on her sleeve and asked with a smile, "The commentary on the lottery in Lingyin Temple is pretty accurate."

"Really?" Chen Yue blinked lightly, and obediently took the stick over, knelt down on the futon again, and shook it seriously with her eyes closed, until a bamboo stick fell out of the stick.

She picked it up and looked at the signature while standing up.

The phoenix sings and the parasol burns.

She followed Ye Xuan to the old monk who unsealed the paper and waited in line.

There were not many people asking for a lottery today, and the people who stood in front of them had finished their lottery and left after a short while.She clasped her palms together and bowed to the old monk, then sat on the stool and handed over the lottery.

The old monk took it and looked at it for a long time. When Ye Xuan almost thought he was asleep, he raised his gray eyebrows and asked, "Which aspect is the female benefactor mainly asking about?"

"Lifespan." Chen Yue suddenly felt her fingertips turn cold, and subconsciously glanced at Su Jixian who was playing with squirrels outside the hall, "I want to ask about my brother's lifespan."

"How old is Brother Ling?"

"Seventeen years old."

"So..." The old monk sighed softly, "Brother Ling is a dragon and phoenix among men, but... if the question is about lifespan, this lot is the next one."

Chen Yue grasped the hem of the skirt slightly, and the pure white silk and satin were pulled out into shallow folds, and she repeated in a low voice, somewhat absent-mindedly: "Draw the lottery...?"

"The phoenix tree is also the nest of the phoenix. When the phoenix tree burns, it burns the place where the phoenix lives. The phoenix sings, mourning and weeping. After the phoenix tree burns, the phoenix will also fall." The old monk's voice was soft. It seemed to come from the other side of the sky, through layers of mist, cloud and rain, distant and clear, and each word was engraved into the ear, "Brother Ling...I'm afraid I can't hold the weak crown."

Can't hold on...weak crown?

Chen Yue's fingertips were as white as bleeding, and she felt a little pain in her chest, only to realize that she had forgotten to breathe just now, took a deep breath, and her vision was a little blurry.

Several years ago, when she and Su Jixian were picked up by his father, a doctor also told them that he couldn't survive a weak crown.This sentence became a taboo for all of them, but today's signature statement caught her off guard.

"Yue'er? What's wrong with you?"

A gentle young man's voice came from in front of her. Chen Yue didn't know when she was helped out of the hall by Ye Xuan, and Su Jixian was looking at her with concern in front of her.

Her eyes were blurry, she looked at Su Jixian hard and focused, but she still couldn't see his face clearly, until something slowly flowed out from her eyes and slid down her cheeks, then she took that delicate and beautiful The face is clearly visible.

"Eh? Why are you crying?" Su Jixian held her face and wiped her tears, frowning and looking at Ye Xuan behind her.

Ye Xuan twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling bitterly and stupidly, which was ugly.

Chen Yue lowered her head and took a step forward, stuffing herself into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, buried her face on his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Incense ash flew into my eyes..."

Su Jixian looked down at the small head on his chest, raised his head again and squinted his eyes, his eyes passed through the curling white smoke, and landed on the stick on the incense table in the hall, "Why is Yue'er so careless? Did the incense ash come out? Eyes Does it still hurt? Huh?"

The gentler he was, the tighter Chen Yue hugged her. She wasn't too strong, but Su Jixian always had the illusion that her waist was about to be strangled by her, so he didn't push her away, and just patted her on the back gently.

"...It's all right..." Chen Yue said in a low voice, her voice was muffled by his clothes and she couldn't hear clearly, she refused to speak other than these three words, and didn't let go, just trembling.

She is crying.

Su Jixian sighed, his fair face was almost transparent in the shadow.He looked up at the lush pine trees, the bright sunlight sprinkled on his body from the gaps in the pine needle branches, and fainted the faint burning sensation, which made him feel a little sleepy, so he couldn't help leaning his weight on Lu Lingfeng behind him.

After standing for an unknown amount of time, Su Jixian felt that Chen Yue in his arms began to get heavier. He looked down and found that she was crying and fell asleep. The corners of her eyes and nose were still slightly red, her slender eyelashes were wet, and her brow Twist tightly, sleep hard and bitterly.

Su Jixian smiled lightly and hugged her horizontally.

"My lord, shall I come?" Lu Lingfeng was worried that he was tired, so she leaned over to pick up Chen Yue, but he sideways avoided him.

"I'm a martial artist after all, so I still have some strength." Su Jixian smiled lightly, and kicked Lu Lingfeng lightly, "Where is the guest room in Lingyin Temple?"

Ye Xuan hurriedly led the way, "This way, this way. I am very familiar with Lingyin Temple. I will find someone to clean up the two better guest rooms."

It took some time to settle down Chen Yue who was crying silently to sleep, Su Jixian also felt a little tired, so he went to the next room to sit and rest.

Lu Lingfeng made a pot of tea, touched the water stains on his chest, and said softly, "Master, the clothes are dirty, I'll bring the clean ones from the car."

"Go." Su Jixian waved his hand, Lu Lingfeng turned and walked out of the room, and disappeared with a leap of lightness, "Ye Xuan."

"Here!" The hairs on Ye Xuan's back exploded, he quickly sat up straight, put his hands neatly on his knees, and looked like he was listening to the teaching seriously.

"Yue'er asked about the autograph just now?" Su Jixian held the teacup and blew away the heat from the cup, "What she asked was about my lifespan?"

Ye Xuan lowered his head and hummed.

"What do you say about the signature?" Su Jixian asked casually, and after asking, he felt that it was redundant, making Chen Yue cry like this is definitely not a good sign.

"The signature says yes...you can't hold on to the weak crown..." Ye Xuan quickly raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and found that he was just stunned for a moment but didn't have much reaction. He scratched his head and lay down on the table to look at him. "It's just a signature. If you believe it, it will work. If you don't believe it, it won't work. It's fine."

"The signature of Lingyin Temple is more effective than that of Daci'en Temple." Su Jixian took a sip of tea, the sweet and fragrant tea taste rippling on the tip of his tongue, he couldn't help but close his eyes and savor it carefully, "Tea is also good... Ye Xuan, as early as five or six years ago, someone had already asserted that I would not survive the weak crown."

Ye Xuan was taken aback, "How... how?"

Su Jixian's force value is very strong, he has never defeated him, and his strategic intelligence is completely crushed, Ye Xuan has always looked up to him, never thought that he would be so... short-lived.

"It's very complicated to explain in detail, you can't understand." Su Jixian smiled and patted his dog's head, "Within three years, I want to watch you and take away my Yue'er."

He wasn't sure if he really couldn't survive the weak crown, so he made an agreement with Ye Xuan that he must become a wife within three years, just to watch Chen Yue get married with his own eyes, so that he wouldn't leave too many regrets.

Ye Xuan suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was several times heavier, but he was willing to bear such a weight, "I will."

He sat up straight again, put away his childish and innocent expression, and repeated solemnly and earnestly: "I will definitely."

Su Jixian looked at him with a sideways smile, and after a while he lowered his head to drink tea, swallowing the bloody smell in his throat.

Tuk Tuk - the door was knocked, a big monk stood outside the door, bowed his head deeply and said: "Amitabha, I'm bothering the two benefactors, the abbot is here to ask."

"Abbot?" Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why are you looking for us?"

"This... this little monk doesn't know either. The abbot just ordered the little monk to come and invite two benefactors."

Ye Xuan tried hard to think for a while but couldn't remember what he had committed in the temple again. Su Jixian finished drinking a cup of tea and put the cup on the table, probably because he thought it was not well placed, so he changed it a few times The position was satisfactory, and the bottom of the porcelain cup was buckled on the table several times, making a heavy sound.

"Then lead the way." He Shi Shiran stood up, his beautiful peach eyes slightly curved, gentle and soft, without any aggressiveness.

The great monk responded and turned around to lead them the way.

Lingyin Temple is not as magnificent as Daci'en Temple, but the pines, cypresses and blue bricks also have a quiet style. There are many squirrels in the trees, jumping on the branches, and you can catch a lot of fleeting sights outside the corridor along the way. color shadow.

The great monk walked in front of them on the left, leading the way respectfully, even though Su Jixian and the two were walking slowly in the courtyard, there was no trace of anxiety.

"Huh? It's already this hour, why isn't the bell ringing in the temple?" Su Jixian looked at the shadow outside and asked the great monk.

The great monk thought for a while and said, "It's probably because I was entangled in trivial matters and delayed for a while."

"Is that so..." He was thoughtful, and suddenly smiled brightly, and his wide sleeves suddenly flew up, like a snow-white phoenix suddenly spreading its wings, carrying the momentum of thunder, riding the wind.

The sound of Qingfeng unsheathing like a dragon chant followed, and a thin and dazzling snow-white cold light drew a long silver line, as if splitting the void, before the severe wind came, the skin was already tingling, It was like being engraved with countless tiny scars.

"Who told you..." The gentle, almost indifferent voice of the young man came from behind the gleam of cold silver light, and the pair of clear and moist peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling, "Does the Buddhist temple ring the bell at noon? "

Outside the temple, Lu Lingfeng, who was returning to the carriage to get spare clothes, also encountered some troubles.

When half of her body leaned into the carriage, besides the cushioned blanket, there was a fluffy cat, a white cat, with a black face and blue eyes, sitting upright.

He froze for a moment, stretched out his hand and pinched the ear of the black-faced white cat, "Where's your master?"

The cat squinted its eyes and meowed, raised its buttocks and hopped to the side, jumped on the small window and got out, jumped up the treetop with a flick of its flexible body, and looked back at him.

Lu Lingfeng carried the baggage pulled out from the dark compartment, looked up at it, and her eyes, one blue and one gold, narrowed like a cat.

The white cat that had been sleeping curled up in his hood also crawled out at this time, purring softly.

He stretched out his finger and nodded the cat's head on his shoulder, and followed the black-faced cat.

The cat jumped nimbly on the tree, took him around, and finally jumped down from the tree and jumped into the grass.

Lu Lingfeng restrained her breath and leaned over quietly.

In the grass, a beautiful woman was sitting cross-legged, wearing their Mingjiao-style costumes, holding the black-faced cat in her arms, her skin was delicate but not fair, her facial features were deep and beautiful, and she smiled like a cat with malicious intentions. cat.

"Na..."

"Call me Lu Zhi." She interrupted him with a raised palm, her accent was awkward, and she simply talked to him in Western Region dialect, "Just now I saw some strangely dressed people making traps here , seems to be talking about Su Jixian and Yinyuanhui, I remember that the person you are guarding now is called Su Jixian, right?"

Lu Lingfeng's eyelashes drooped down, and the long eyelashes were like unfolded folding fans, covering her glass-like eyes, "Where are they?"

"The soldiers divided into three groups and walked a lot. I destroyed a lot of traps just now and injured a few people. Now..." Lu Zhi laughed, picked up the cat in his arms with one hand, and stuffed it with the other hand Putting it into his hood, he supported the tree and stood up slowly, "Probably the reinforcements have arrived."

As soon as the words fell, there were rustling sounds around them. There seemed to be some burly thing slowly crawling in the grass, peeping at them coldly, and slowly approaching.

Lu Lingfeng and Lu Zhi held the double knives on their backs in their hands at the same time, the breath suddenly disappeared, and the figure disappeared from the field of vision in the next moment, as if blending into the surrounding emerald green.

What Mingjiao is best at is stealth and assassination.

Before the people lurking in the grass could react, two cold blue lights suddenly struck down, and after two screams, a strong smell of blood permeated the air.

But they still haven't found the two people who disappeared suddenly.

Within a few breaths, two more people died tragically.

The lurking people reacted quickly, jumped up from the grass, quickly gathered together, and guarded their surroundings closely.

After taking precautions, Lu Lingfeng and Lu Zhi could no longer easily kill them with one blow.

The cold blue light pierced through the air, approaching the deadly place, but was forced to change direction when it was supposed to cut through the target's neck because of the resistance of the opponent's broad knife, and cut open the muscles on the shoulder obliquely. Bright red blood splashed out.

"Oh, it was cut crooked~" The woman's voice with an awkward accent came from behind, and the next second the man felt severe pain in his hands and wrists, and he couldn't hold the weapon at all!

He had his hand tendon broken!

Mingjiao's martial arts skills are treacherous, and they can't catch the figures of the two of them at all!

"Quick battle and quick decision." Lu Lingfeng slashed off one person's wrist, his figure was erratic in the crowd, as if even his voice was floating, "I still have to pick up the young master."

Lu Zhi responded, and his figure disappeared into the greenery again.