Zhu Lan is dead

Jin Yuanyi held a sword, Junyi's face was illuminated by the candlelight in the palace, his eyes were like waterfalls of frost, staring at the man wearing a mask for a moment, Huiru was also frightened, paralyzed at this moment Sitting in Zen meditation, I don't even dare to vent my breath.

"Hmph, I thought it was some ghost that needed me to clean up in the middle of the night. It turned out that he was just a person wearing a mask and pretending to be a ghost." Jin Yuanyi chuckled lightly, and suddenly scolded: "Who is it, why don't you come here!"

The man seemed to sneer, and after a while, he folded his hands on his chest, with an extremely frivolous and disdainful attitude, "Oh, the statues of gods and Buddhas here, I don't dare to pretend to be gods and ghosts, but it seems extremely inappropriate for the young master to show a violent weapon in front of the Buddha!"

Jin Yuanyi narrowed his eyes dangerously, "That's good, I'll go out if I have the guts!"

Before the words were finished, a dark blue figure rushed out of the hall door as quickly as lightning, but in the blink of an eye, the man flew to the square outside the Zhengxiong Hall.

Jin Yuanyi turned around and flew towards the man at the same speed, but the long sword in his hand slashed at the man mercilessly. The man seemed to be deliberately concealing his ways, and he was unwilling to deal with it wholeheartedly, but after a while, Jin Yuanyi became irritable, knowing that the other party was teasing him, he couldn't help but roared: "Why, you coward, you were beaten Don't you dare fight back?"

The man smiled lightly when he heard the words, raised his hand to dispel the attack brought by the sharp blade in front of him, his eyes turned cold, "How could it be!"

The last syllable was uttered from his lips, and a silver thread had climbed along the sharp sword body to his finger holding the hilt at some point. Jin Yuanyi was startled, and exerted all his strength to attach his internal force to the hilt, wanting to The entangled silver thread was broken, who knows that the silver thread is extremely rigid and light, it was almost attacked by him a few times.

Afterwards, he didn't retreat any more, but suddenly threw the sword into the air with his backhand, and then kicked the man's lower abdomen fiercely. Cut off by the twisted sword body, without restraint, and simply no longer nostalgic, taking advantage of the gap between Jin Yuanyi receiving the sword, he disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye!

"Tch!" Jin Yuanyi looked towards the direction where the man disappeared, and snorted lightly, then raised the sword body, and reached out to remove the silver thread wrapped around the sword body.

*

The fifth watch will pass, and the sky will reach dawn.

Jin Yuanyi lingered outside for a long time before returning to the meditation room in the corner of the temple. He knew that if he went back earlier, he would inevitably wake Yu Changqi up. In addition, he had lost all sleepiness after tossing and tossing around at night, so he was in the temple. Walked around a few times.

At this time, the sky turned white slightly, and the sky that alternated between day and night showed a quiet dark blue, but the house was still dark. Jin Yuanyi entered his meditation room lightly, fumbled for the fire and lit the candle oil .

In an instant, the candlelight was half-tilted, filling the room, and at some point there was a person sitting by the table, dressed and ready to go, silent.

Jin Yuanyi was taken aback, but luckily he was very determined. If ordinary people saw him, he might scream and howl, so his expression was a little more helpless: "My lord, why are you here?"

The person at the table was indeed Yu Changqi.

"You go out late at night, can you get something?" Hearing the sound, the latter slowly raised his half-closed eyes, and the candlelight was shining in, not blurred, but quite awake.

Sure enough, he was discovered, Jin Yuanyi touched his nose, anyway, he didn't intend to hide it, and simply said frankly: "The old monk really has a ghost, I went out in the middle of the night, and I saw him whispering with a man in the hall, so The man seems to be from a quack, wearing a dark blue shirt, but with a mask on his face, making him look mysterious..."

"Where is the person? He ran away?" Yu Changqi spoke sharply and pointed to the vital point.

"Uh..." Jin Yuanyi really didn't want to admit it. Although his martial arts were not as good as those of the real martial arts masters, when he tried out with the Northern and Southern Yamen Divisions in the capital, dozens of people encircled him, and he never lost half a point. It is really ashamed to let a person of unknown origin fall into a loophole.

"What is in your hand?"

After Jin Yuanyi reacted, he realized that his hand was still wrapped with something left over from the night he fought with the man. Hearing this, he handed over the silver thread in his hand.

The silver tentacles are smooth, but the texture is like a weapon that has been honed several times. It is extremely sharp, but it is not very tough. , if ordinary people hold it in their hands and use it, the ice will break and the string will collapse in less than a moment.

"Looks like he's an old hand..." Yu Changqi thought about it. There are not a few people who use silk strings as weapons in the world, but most of the silk strings in their hands are silk produced in the Western Regions. They are rare and of natural quality. It's not a problem, naturally it won't break like this piece of silver thread because of the unlucky use of force.

Therefore, most people who use silk strings as weapons will not really work hard in this area. It takes a lot of practice to truly master the essence of this kind of thing. The person who uses silk string as a weapon is just a supporting role, and in the end it is his own ability that is actually used in the end.

Jin Yuanyi said: "But he doesn't look like a well-known person. What's more, I haven't even seen him in that attire?"

"I don't know either. This person has such a good ability, but he is not known to others. He is involved with people in the temple. It would be easy to deal with if he is from the Jianghu, but if he is not..." It is really tricky.

Yu Changqi couldn't help raising his eyebrows. When Emperor Zhou ascended the throne at the beginning, in the eyes of the people in the world, his name was unfair. The words of father killing relatives and seeking to usurp the throne, the world knows how unjust and tragic the death of Prince Jingqian was, but they don't know that Emperor Zhou was merciful after all...

At the end of the words, he was the only one who knew about these old things, and he had no intention of investigating whether it was true or not. Then he remembered something else, and his tone became a little lower: "How did you know what happened in that hall last night?"

Jin Yuanyi was stunned, knowing that Yu Changqi was secretly accusing him of concealing something, and acted without authorization, and said a little embarrassedly for a while: "Someone put a note on the case tray that gave you the soup cup, saying Understand……"

Thinking of Jin Yuanyi mentioning that it was sent by the little monk, Yu Changqi felt a little strange and unbelievable. The little monk was dumbfounded and looked timid and timid. How could he take the initiative to mention this matter? So that Jin Yuanyi could see the vision in the hall?So the exit asked: "Where is that note? Show me!"

Jin Yuanyi smiled: "I threw it away..."

Yu Changqi: "..."

*

"My lord, this is the Pilu Pavilion!" Hui Ru was ordered to bring Yu Changqi to the Sutra Pavilion early in the morning. Jin Yuanyi, who was standing by the side, was also very guilty. Last night's behavior happened to be discovered by this person, and he was afraid that it would be troublesome if he was held accountable.

Here, Yu Changqi and Jin Yuanyi, the master and slave, had normal expressions on their faces. They didn't mention what happened last night at all.

The Pilu Pavilion is the Sutra Pavilion, but the shape and size of each dynasty and generation are different, and the specifications are also different. This kind of Buddhist pavilion has two floors, and there are Buddha statues on the lower floor. Generally, Vairocana Buddha is the main statue. There are thousands or even thousands of Buddha statues in the small niches on the wall, which symbolizes the gathering of Buddhas to recite scriptures. The specifications and shapes are magnificent, which symbolizes the supreme dignity.

Yu Changqi climbed up the steps and opened the red-lacquered pavilion door, and a faint fragrance came in. It was the aroma of ebony wood, which was antiseptic, and the attic for collecting books would be perfect, but the specifications here are all based on the pavilion. The "Tianguan Zang" with a small wooden structure stores the scriptures. The collection of scriptures is vast and there are thousands of shelves. There are tens of thousands of hand-copied silk copies. Any volume of scriptures will be worth a thousand gold.

"Where is the sacred scripture?" Yu Changqi asked.

Hui Ru hurried forward and pointed to a shelf on the wall. When it was pulled open, it was a copper box. That box was the place where the holy scriptures were stored, but it looked empty at this moment.

Yu Changqi tilted his head and looked around. There are thousands of rows of hidden places here, and the appearance of each volume of scriptures is exactly the same. If it was really the work of those thieves pretending to be traveling, where did they come from to be able to be accurate? Where to find the holy scriptures?

Thinking of this, Yu Changqi asked: "Master, is there someone to clean this Pilu Pavilion on weekdays?"

Hui Ru nodded: "Yes, cleaning is divided into three o'clock every day, namely Maoshi, Weishi and Youshi!"

"All alone?"

"Alone, this matter has been left to Zhi'an!"

"Other than that, no one else has been here?"

Hui Ru seemed to be hesitant and said: "There are usually books available for pilgrims in the temple to borrow..."

Yu Changqi raised his eyebrows: "So, those pilgrims did something wrong?"

Hui Ru felt confused, and nodded after a while: "Well..."

At this time, Yu Changqi suddenly lowered his tone, and his expression suddenly became dark: "But didn't you say that Pilu Pavilion is strictly supervised, and there are people guarding the door inside and outside the door, and if you say this again today, is it because you are fighting?" own face?"

Hui Ru heard the words, and his mind was full of thoughts. If he denied it today, then the charge of losing the treasure scroll would only be suspected on the head of Puxiang Temple, but if he admitted it, he would also escape the charge of improper supervision. However, when he was thinking about which crime was less serious, Yu Changqi suddenly said: "You don't have to think about it, there is not much time now, if this king has not found this treasure scroll before returning to Beijing to take office, then I will Only handing you over..."

Hearing the threat hidden in Yu Changqi's words, Hui Ru's heart was anxious at this moment. When she was thinking about how to explain it, there was a sudden noise outside the Pilu Pavilion. , I saw a muscular man in a gray-blue robe in front of the Pilu Pavilion arguing with the little monk Zhi'an I saw yesterday.

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