The Prince and the Demon Monk [Rebirth]

Determined, Liang Cheng finally noticed the Bodhisattva with a child on the altar. He saw her graceful figure, dignified and serene face, windy clothes, complicated necklaces, two feet slightly opened in the word "eight", her right hand knotted the fearless seal, and her left hand Surrounding a finger-licking baby boy, his limbs are round like lotus joints, and his smile is innocent and vivid, which makes people happy for no reason.

"It's so lifelike, so ingeniously crafted, it's truly a miracle." Just as Liang Cheng was full of praise, Yi Nian silently walked to the side of the altar, and there was an incense table on the altar, a small red sandalwood incense plate on it, and an incense burner on it. Incense boxes are generally used to hold sandalwood and powdered incense.

Yi Nian suddenly let out a suspicious "Huh", stretched out his index finger to brush the remaining ash on the base of the incense burner, and put it under his nose, his expression changed suddenly.

Liang Cheng noticed that the recitation was wrong, and asked lightly, "What's the matter, brother?"

Yi Nian took out a handkerchief, wiped off the dust on his fingertips, and said, "It's not convenient to talk about it here, let's go back first."

Naturally, Liang Cheng had no objection, and the two of them returned to the guest house without anyone noticing, and after making sure that there was no ear behind the partition wall, they said: "The censer on the altar of Baozi Bodhisattva burns drunk green e, a kind of energy. Incense that stuns a woman, and wakes up without finding anything."

Liang Cheng was startled, and said: "Mingguang Temple stipulates that only female pilgrims can go to the Linzi Hall to pray for a child if they are accompanied by the abbot, and now the senior brother has found this kind of incense that is only useful for women, it seems that there must be something in it. What a conspiracy."

A thought faintly said: "It was just a good opinion that there will be a Mrs. Yuan coming to ask for a child tomorrow morning..."

The two looked at each other, everything was silent...

The next day, Liang Cheng and Yi Nian pretended to bid farewell to Shan Jian. When they passed the front hall, Liang Cheng saw a group of seven or eight people passing through the corridor from a distance.

Due to the angle last night, Liang Cheng could only see the back of the host's bright head.

The presiding officer of Mingguang Temple is called Shanshi, and he doesn't seem to be in his thirties. He has a face with Chinese characters, sharp edges and corners, and looks resolute and majestic. He will definitely mistake the other party for a young, promising, upright and upright abbot of a temple.

Behind Shanzhi is a woman wearing a white veiled hat, supporting the maid beside her with one hand. Although she can't see her face clearly, she has a graceful figure and graceful charm. She looks extraordinary in appearance. Behind her are two servants with swords and several A monk, judging from the standard of the monk's uniform, his status in the temple will not be too low, and his steps are steady, his breath is deep, and his skill is not weak.

The group of people quickly disappeared in the corner of the corridor. Liang Cheng looked back and met Shang Shan Jian's eyes. I don't know if it was because of the scene he saw last night. Liang Cheng only felt that Shan Jian's peach blossom eyes were seductive.

This word is very strange to be used on a man, not to mention that this man is a monk without hair, but it is only used to describe good views, but it is very appropriate.

Shanjian smiled gently at Liang Cheng, "I wonder if the two benefactors slept comfortably last night?"

The word "comfortable" had a slight hook at the end, and his eyes drifted across Liang Cheng's body, and fell on Yi Nian's face beside Liang Cheng, "Since it's a tour, why don't you enjoy the scenery of Sizhou?"

Liang Cheng took a step sideways, slightly blocked the thought, and said with a faint smile: "Master Cheng has appreciated your kindness. This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the atmosphere is emerald. It is a beautiful place. Unfortunately, I am afraid I will miss it this time."

Before he could speak again, Liang Cheng bowed his hands and bid farewell, "Thank you, Mr. Cheng, for the hospitality of your monastery, and Master, please stay."

Seeing and unpredictable, he smiled, "That's all, see you if you are destined, please benefactor."

After finishing speaking, he folded his hands together and leaned slightly.

Liang Cheng bowed back and turned to leave. During the whole process, Yi Nian maintained the demeanor of an indifferent swordsman, with a cold expression and elegant posture. Seeing Liang Cheng walking away, he followed without saying a word.

Shan Jian looked at the background of Yi Nian, bit his lower lip lightly, and a flash of interest flashed in his eyes, and told the monk who had been bowing his head behind him: "Guituo, follow them and see where they go."

The monk named Guituo didn't say a word, flashed like a ghost, and then disappeared beyond the corner of the cornice.

Liang Cheng discussed with Yi Nian last night, pretending to leave first, and then go to the city to prepare night clothes, and Liang Cheng also needs to send a letter to Li Duqiu through the Sizhou branch of Hongwei Escort Bureau.

As soon as the two of them left the outer gate of Mingguang Temple, they said at the first thought: "Mrs. Na Yuan should be the eldest daughter of the leader of the Eight Desolation League, Lu Chongtai's sister."

Liang Cheng: "Brother, how do you know?"

One thought: "The sword guards behind her wear clothes with the logo of the Eight Desolation League. Lu Chongtai has an older sister who is married to Yuan Wenzan, governor of the Anhui government. The lady Yuan they said last night, if there is no accident, should be is her."

After listening to the words, Liang Cheng couldn't help but fell into deep thought. Sizhou is an important point in the north and south, and the entire Mingguang Temple is one of the strongholds where the four princes connect up and down. The women who come to Mingguang Temple to ask for a child are always some of the rich and powerful officials. In the living room, Shanzhi used the theory of begging for a child, coupled with the fragrance of mist, to control these noble ladies and use them for his own use, and then use them to influence the people next to him, and then the whole Huaihe River Shui Beinan, I am afraid that they will all fall into the pockets of the four princes.

This Anhui government governor Yuan Wenzan, a senior official, is also in charge of the governor of the southern section of the canal. He was originally a bachelor's student in the imperial court of the Ming and Yuan emperors, and has always been the emperor's confidant. The oil and water leaked out of the river, just by water transport, transported gunpowder and weapons to the key towns and private villages near the capital, transported gunpowder and weapons, and garrisoned troops privately, it was enough to put the eastern capital in chaos.

Liang Cheng couldn't help biting his thumbnail. The fourth prince probably didn't have the guts before, but now the crown prince is vacant. It is not impossible for Emperor Ming and Yuan to suffer from a serious disease suddenly, and the inside and outside should respond to each other.

This time, the fourth prince took advantage of the food supply and did not care about the safety of the border, but also tripped up the second prince, which was the first step.

It seems that his early withdrawal made the Fourth Prince unable to wait.

As soon as Liang Cheng sorted out all the threads, his hand was held by someone. Liang Cheng was slightly taken aback. He saw Yi Nian's fingertips brushing against the thumb that he had bitten by just now, which was still covered with some suspicious crystals. Yi Nian's expression remained unchanged. Gently wiped away these traces, with a helpless smile in his tone, as if Liang Cheng was a naughty child, he said: "Junior Brother, you are already so big, how can you still bite your fingers?"

Liang Cheng withdrew his hand in embarrassment, behind his back, tightly clenched his thumb into the palm of his hand, coughed pretending to be calm, and changed the subject: "Senior brother, Mrs. Yuan has a lot of identities, so let's go back to the temple secretly first. .”

As soon as the words fell, Liang Cheng saw a slight change in Yi Nian's face. Liang Cheng realized it instantly, fixed his breath, and realized that someone was following. The two looked at each other, as if they had a tacit understanding. Attack towards the grove by the roadside not far behind, not giving the opponent a moment to breathe, and seal all the escape routes.

As soon as I think of palming, it is like picking up flowers and brushing the dust, with a graceful attitude, but the wind of the palm has nothing to do with gentleness, there is a thousand catties of power wrapped in the softness of the fingers, like white waves hitting the shore, with just one palm, people who are following will not dare to touch it head-on.

The follower is Guituo. At this time, he is wearing a ghost-faced helmet and black clothes. His figure is erratic, like a ghost, without a trace of Zen martial arts. If you fight against him, you will never fight him with him Connect with Fomen.

Guituo dodged Yi Nian's palm wind, folded back and jumped back, but was intercepted by Liang Cheng, a beam of sword light rushed towards him, like a sweeping wave, coming from all directions, there was no way to avoid it, so he had no choice but to go head-on.

The sinister true energy collided head-on with the clear sword wave, like a wind blowing away, startling the fallen leaves in the forest like winter sparrows, and radiating away one after another. Guituo's cold true energy was Liang Cheng's nemesis, and instantly It invaded Liang Cheng's body and aroused the dormant cold poison in his body.

Liang Cheng paused, and there was a chilly air in his dantian, like a hibernating poisonous snake, finally ushering in spring, breaking out of the ground!