Heartless

Three days later, it was raining continuously, and it was the dark night of the moon and the high wind and murderous night.

Kou and Ye sneaked into Minglai Temple successfully, and saw that the stone walls inside the temple were mottled, corrugated and simple, and three or five meditation rooms were hidden among the old trees, which obviously had not been repaired for many years.However, although Minglai Temple is not as extravagant as the temple built by Muhe in Guancheng, its solemn and dignified atmosphere is natural, which makes people feel awe-inspiring.

Kou Biancheng captured a pair of young novice monks who were keeping watch at night. In order to prevent the monks from being stubborn people who would not shed tears without seeing the coffin, they refused to reveal the truth easily, so they threatened the life of one monk to tell the whereabouts of the great Dharma King Sheli.

If saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, when the little novice uttered the word "Great Compassion Pavilion", Kou Biancheng chuckled and said "offended", even if he killed him with his palm, he would not wait for another The monk cried out for help, and broke his neck in a blink of an eye.

Ye Qianlang watched coldly, and only waited for the other party to create Buddhist killing karma one after another, then said coldly: "Brother Kou's mouth is only kissable, but not trustworthy."

Kou Biancheng asked knowingly, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What do you mean, my lord?"

"Just now I said to spare them from death, but in the blink of an eye, they were killed by heavy hands."

"I can't trust others, I only trust you." Regardless of his own answer to the question, Kou Biancheng suddenly reached out to hold Ye Qianlang, and interlocked with him, leading his hand to touch his heart.

The chest is tight and dense, like a hot stone wall, but it seems impossible to feel whether the chest is jumping or not.

Not to mention why Shan Xiaohu refused to believe Ye Qianlang before they set off, even they themselves did not believe it, but the current situation is forcing them, if the two of them cannot communicate with each other, there is no chance of survival.

He lifted his breath and jumped up to the roof again. Ye Qianlang was in front and Kou Biancheng was behind.

What he was doing was a life-threatening job, and the drizzle of the oxen scratched him so much that he was very happy. It was not easy to find the Great Compassion Pavilion in Minglai Temple, which was one-third of an acre.Kou Biancheng had never seen Lord Ye dressed in black and masked before, he looked like a gentleman on the beam, the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't help smiling, and said: "If neither the Lord nor I are an official, and the other is not a thief, Just be a pair of thieves and thieves, and you can be at ease."

Ye Qianlang didn't pick up on the other party's conversation, but only focused on the bricks, tiles, plants and trees in the temple, and said after a while: "I found it."

The Great Compassion Pavilion is built on a stone base, with ventilation on all sides.Looking at it under the moonlight that looks like a foot of white practice, the inside of the pavilion is empty, and there is no one guarding the outside of the pavilion.

Only one hexagonal stupa was enshrined in the center of the stupa, gilded and inlaid with silver, which was not in the same vein as the simple interior decoration. Ye Qianlang broke a small pine branch and threw it at the stupa with his internal force. Touched any hidden cabinet organs, and did not hear the slightest sound from the surroundings.If it wasn't that the monks of Minglai Temple were too careless, or the empty Great Compassion Pavilion was like a fortress of iron and steel, nothing to fear.

Now that they have come, there is no reason to return empty-handed. The tacit understanding between the two seems to be innate, and there is no word in common. One person explores the way first, and the other will go later. Take the relic of the French king in the silver pagoda.

Unexpectedly, just after it landed on the ground, three secret doors were suddenly opened in the pavilion, and three old monks were already sitting behind the doors in meditation.

The appearance of the three monks is very different. One monk is like a Bodhisattva with compassionate eyebrows, the other monk is like an angry-eyed Vajra, and the other monk is like an ordinary old man, with hair as white as snow and a face like dry wax. "Six Returns to Vibration", one monk answered "Its great light shines all over the world", and the other monk answered "The sky is naturally raining with flowers", and they did not open their mouths to chant sutras, but the sound was like thunder, shaking the eardrums of Kou and Ye There was a buzzing sound, and the energy in the dantian surged violently.

In a blink of an eye, three wrist-thick iron chains were swung out from the three monks, shaped like live snakes, responding to each other freely, and did not attack at close quarters.

As soon as the long rope came out, the two Kou and Ye were immediately besieged. The power of the Primordial Dense Formation multiplied with the number of people. On the other hand, they communicate with each other in Zen, which can simplify the complexity and make the movement and stillness the same. On the contrary, it makes the long chain of iron chains more difficult to break.

Thinking about Jin Yiwei's command to make one person under ten thousand people, one man with a knife and one sword across the northwest, everyone is afraid. Although he is not so arrogant to the point of being arrogant, he has never really put others in his eyes.

But the sense of oppression at this moment is indeed unprecedented. The two of them knew almost instantly that the battle would be fatal, and the outcome was only a matter of size.

At the most critical moment, they couldn't help but look at each other, but at this moment, their hearts were inexplicably relieved.

When the formation was broken under the moon, and today we joined hands to defeat the enemy, if I had to be buried with one person, it would only be you.

The old monk who looked like a bodhisattva took the lead in attacking, and a silver light was cut from the long rope, and it hit Kou Biancheng's chest.

This blow was not fully exerted, and at first glance, it was not quite mysterious, but before the end of the cable was close to the front, the direction of the long cable changed suddenly, like a trickle suddenly pouring down into a flood, surging up and down, colliding with east and west, powerful multiplied by ten thousand times.

Kou Biancheng didn't dare to be negligent, he hastily mobilized his internal strength, and blocked the frame with his sword, only to hear a loud bang, the roof of the Dabei Pavilion was shaken by the force of the sword and cable, and a large piece of wood and rubble were scattered everywhere.

Kou Biancheng pointed the knife obliquely at the ground, still standing still, but the tiger's mouth holding the knife has been shattered, and blood dripped down the handle of the knife.

The old bodhisattva raised his arm and retracted the long rope, but he was also surprised: this person can eliminate the attack of his own long rope with just one knife, and his martial arts level is really rare in the world.He couldn't help feeling pity for his talents, and warned him: "I don't want to kill people recklessly, so I invite the two Tanyues to go."

Ye Qianlang didn't want to talk nonsense with these old monks, so he swung his sword as soon as he flew, forcing the three monks to jump up from the Buddha seat, and the shadows of swords, lights and swords in the Great Compassion Pavilion were all surrounded, even a living bird would not be able to fly out.

Although the three monks have the upper hand in terms of numbers and kung fu, and there is no spare power left for the enemy at the moment, but Kou and Ye are like fighting a hundred people at the same time, fighting with ten thousand people, but the more they fight, the more they agree with each other. To make up for each other's shortcomings, even if he has been injured several times by the three monks, it will be hard to tell the winner for a while.

Ye Qianlang thought in his heart that if he continued to fight like this, he might not be able to finish the job at dawn, so he revealed a loophole and intentionally attracted the three monks to attack him.

Sure enough, just now it was two against three, but now it is one against two, regardless of the fact that it is becoming difficult for him to support himself, he raised his voice: "Go get the relic."

Without needing to be reminded by the other party, Kou Biancheng already felt that a corner of the long rope surrounding him was broken, so he took advantage of this gap to fight a monk's long rope with the Suming Saber, and at the same time jumped in front of the stupa, crushing it with one palm——

Looking back, he saw that Ye Qianlang's arm holding the sword was tightly bound by an iron rope, and another monk had already swung the rope to attack, and it was impossible to generate an arm out of thin air to resist.

The head of the rope was straight to the head, this blow would have killed him on the spot, at the very moment, Kou Biancheng stepped forward, slashed at the long rope that bound Ye Qianlang, and swiped the other side from the deadly Push it away with one click.

As the saying goes, the wind and cloud change only in a moment, he was fighting against people before, now he reveals a large gap behind him, and he will not be let go, the three long ropes came together, and instantly tied him in the rope formation.

One was wrapped around his left arm, one was wrapped around his right arm, and the other was wrapped around his waist and chest. Kou Biancheng mobilized his whole body to try to break free from the iron chain, but how could the three monks allow the fish in the net to escape easily? The black air filled the air, and it was instantly gathered and tightened like a living thing. The ghost saber in the rope array was actually twisted into several sections.

Hundreds of refined steels can be broken in an instant, not to mention flesh and blood. Kou Biancheng only heard a few crisp sounds like pine branches snapping, and then felt a pain in his arms and chest. Only then did he realize that the sound was caused by the breaking of the humerus and ribs at the same time. sound.

Seeing that the three monks wanted to tear him apart, Kou Biancheng's forehead was dripping with sweat, but he still smiled at Ye Qianlang and said, "You go first."

"Okay, take care of yourself." If you give up, then give up. If the fight continues like this, both of them will be buried here today. Commander Ye didn't hold back after thinking about it, and immediately jumped towards the window, as if he was about to jump out. Great Compassion Pavilion——

Unexpectedly, half of his body just went out and killed the carbine again, and stabbed one of the monks with his sword.

Right now, both sides are riding a tiger, and the old monk didn't expect that this person would go and come back, and it was a little too late to make a refusal, not to mention that Ye Qianlang's sword was asking for self-sacrifice and benevolence. Whether to defend or not to attack, the castration was extremely tragic and violent, so he succeeded in one blow and stabbed the old monk in the eye.

The old monk let out a sharp cry, let go of the iron chain, and slapped the person who came towards him with his palm—although Ye Qianlang was prepared to pull back after getting his hands on him, but he was limited by this fierce move, he had more energy than he wanted, and it was worthwhile. As soon as he hit his palm on the ground, he was shaken far away by a force like a tsunami and landslide.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, ignoring the severe pain all over his body, he raised his sword, put Kou Biancheng on his shoulders, and jumped out of the window together with him.

I don't know if the old monk is dead or alive, I only heard the sound of the Buddhist bell in Minglai Temple, and a group of monks came chasing after them with their magic sticks. The two of them had just fought fiercely with the three monks, and they were already exhausted, and they had no strength left. Using lightness kung fu to run for his life, Kou Biancheng slipped when he saw that he was about to be overtaken by the monks, and he didn't know whether it was by accident or on purpose, he dragged Ye Qianlang down a dry well together.

Although both of them fell into the well, it was a blessing in disguise. None of the monks in Minglai Temple noticed that there was still a universe in the well, and the noise of footsteps gradually faded away.

It's just that the well is several zhang deep, and the few days of drizzle has made the walls of the well moldy and slippery. Both of them were seriously injured, and they may not be able to get out immediately if they can get in now.

Knowing that all the pursuers were gone, Ye Qianlang crossed his legs and adjusted his breath.The old monk's palm strength is rare in the world, and his internal organs were all injured. Fortunately, he was not in danger for a while. He closed his eyes and rested for a while, then opened his eyes and looked at Kou Biancheng. On the wall, his eyes were slightly closed, his whole body was sweating profusely, his chest heaved violently, it seemed that he was experiencing a torment.

Ye Qianlang leaned over to feel the pulse of the border city of the bandits, only to realize that to save himself, the three monks strangled his humerus, ribs and several important meridians. If he didn't have the body guarded by the Great Red Lotus Sutra, he would have died a long time ago. up.

Shaking his head, there was no trace of concern or blame in his voice: "You and Lu Linchuan generously returned the Dharma king's relic. Even if the Buddhist sects refuse to listen to your orders, they will definitely not embarrass you. Why do you have to take it again?"

Looking up, I saw a cold face, and the moonlight as cold as water poured into the bottom of the well, making the complexion even more tragic.Kou Biancheng slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, just this smile touched his damaged heart and forced out a mouthful of blood, he didn't seem to care, he unbuttoned his light and soft black robe, revealing a healthy chest soaked in sweat, soft and tender. Said: "A-Lang, come here."

Ye Qianlang said expressionlessly, "You're going to die", thinking that this person wanted to find some happiness when he was about to die. Unexpectedly, Kou Biancheng just smiled, coughed twice and said, "I'm holding you, I'm holding you. I'm afraid you're cold."

Although most of the cold poison has been eliminated, it is natural to be afraid of the cold. There is some rainwater in the well, and the damp and cold breath penetrates directly into the hairline, which is quite uncomfortable after all.Ye Qianlang leaned into Kou Biancheng's arms, felt a hot hand slide down from his back, hugged himself tightly, and then hugged each other hard, both of them dragging a pair of half-dead Remnant body, forehead gently rubbing against the neck, like a pair of trapped beasts licking each other's wounds, a lingering look of death.

"If I don't tell you some things, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"Brother Kou's legacy, Ye must remember."

The bones of the whole body are probably more than half broken, and he doesn't know when he will turn his eyes and kick his legs to die. Kou Biancheng pondered for a while, although he didn't say the "like" very seriously, it was rare to say it frankly. He said that he would How to relieve disasters and save the people, how to do business and benefit the people, how to abolish redundant officials and seize stolen money, how to arrange border defenses in Jiliao, confront the Houjin, and how to follow the ancient lessons to revitalize the imperial industry...

Ye Qianlang's eyes did not blink, and he listened to his love and hatred, mind and ambition, word by word.

"If the Ming Dynasty were to die, seven out of ten would die from officials, not eunuchs... Now that the Han people are on the verge of collapse, they urgently need a strong ruler who can seize power, not those rotten Confucians who died in the country. Rewards, punishments, and plundering must be carried out...these cannot be separated from the factory guards, and naturally they cannot be separated from you."

This statement was both a gesture of favor and a promise, Ye Qianlang didn't appreciate it, and said flatly: "It's just a court eagle, everyone can do it."

Kou Biancheng shook his head, chuckled: "It's the same sound, I don't trust others, only you."

Lowering his head, it happened that Ye Qianlang raised his face and met those eyebrows painted in ink.

Perhaps a broken rib pierced the lobe of the lung, Kou Biancheng felt a sudden pain in his heart, he swallowed a mouthful of blood froth on his throat, shook his head and laughed at himself and said that it was these eyes, this person, who did not regret thinking about him, because He suffers without regret.

Kissed those eyes, and wanted to find those blade-thin lips, but for some reason they got closer and stopped, and turned to land on his cheeks, but Ye Qianlang took the initiative to send the lips up. With a light touch, the room was like a prairie fire, forcefully pried open the opponent's teeth with his tongue, and then sent it straight to the depths of the throat, bumping and licking again and again.

Tongue to tongue was in full swing, Ye Qianlang did not show any weakness, he even tore and bit back and kissed him, sucking deeply with the bloody smell in his mouth.

After the long kiss, he carefully licked up the body fluid that the other party couldn't swallow, and snuggled quietly for a while, making sure that there were no pursuers outside, Kou Biancheng said: "A-Lang, I'll send you up."

Ye Qianlang said without hesitation, "Okay, I'll go up first, and then I'll try to get you up."