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"Do you know who the unlucky one will be in the end when the Jin slaves in the dungeon escape!" The table was slapped heavily, and the oil-stained lamps flickered a few times, almost burning the booklet in his hand.

Righting the oil lamp, he calmly said, "Zuo is just a bunch of poorly supervised slaves suffering a little flesh and blood. If things get serious and the sky falls, Wu Mazhen should bear it."

"Hmph, it's easy for you to say. If he, Wuma, sincerely wants to find a scapegoat, our Huojun will be doomed!" Another hard slap.

This time not only the oil lamp was extinguished, but even the case table fell apart, and the one who came to report was so frightened that he knelt on the ground with a "plop".

A teasing look flashed in his eyes: "General Qi Diao was joking, the fire army you command is the leader of the three armies, and the current king of Xijue respects you three points, how dare he, Wumazhen, dare to use Pixiu as a scapegoat?"

This remark was indeed flattering at first.Lacquer carving bow's expression eased.

"You must not implicate our Huojun. This matter is of great importance. You must send more people to search strictly, and you must catch this Jin slave before tomorrow. You must not leak a single word, especially in Wangcheng."

He withdrew his eyes and said "yes" in a neutral manner.

After finishing speaking, he secretly kicked the report's foot, and he was caught off guard and rolled out, shaking out a crumpled letter.

Only then did the lacquer carving bow look back: "Present."

The secret agent bowed his waist and presented it: "The small one is this letter found in that Jin Nu's change of clothes. Maybe that Jin Nu escaped in a hurry and forgot to take out such an important letter."

His eyes were gloomy, and he secretly fanned the flames: "Such an important letter? So, have you read this letter?"

The secret agent came back to his senses, beads of sweat slid down his forehead: "The small one didn't do it on purpose, the small one deserves to be damned—"

"That's all." Qi Diaogong handed him the letter and said, "Read it."

A piece of thin paper, the handwriting is really scribbled, and the dim eyesight can't see it clearly.But he still recognized the crimson Suzaku seal - the seal of the Son of Heaven of Dongcheng Kingdom.

Since the fall of the Great Jin Dynasty, the Central Plains has been divided into two, and the Xijue and Dongsheng are fighting against each other like cockfights, and they don't like each other.In secret, their respective eyeliners also come and go one after another, without stopping.He has caught a lot of Dong Sheng's eyeliner in the past few days, but there are very few who hold the Vermilion Bird Seal.

"This Jin slave is actually connected with Emperor Dongsheng. How should the general deal with this matter?" He kept his duty and asked.

"We can't let Wumazhen know his identity first." Qi Diaogong narrowed his eyes.

understood.A smile appeared on his lips.

Jin Nu's escape must have reached Wumazhen's ears.If there is no way to find him, there is only one way now.

In this world, nothing is safer than a dead person.

The sharp weapon hit the vital point in Sijin's neck, revealing the danger silently.

But Sijin found that the edge of this knife looks sharp, but it is actually very blunt. Even if he eats fast all year round and practices martial arts diligently, his skin is smooth, it is not easy to cut it.

Sijin took out the prayer beads from her cuff.In this situation, he has no intention of struggling.

Anyway, there is a senior brother, anyway, the senior brother will consider it.

Suddenly, the man holding the knife loosened his hand, slipped his feet and fell to his knees on the ground, kowtowing to the two of them continuously: "Two masters, save me!"

Sijin and Ling Song looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Bodhisattva bless! Save me, the world is so big, only you can save me—"

After the two looked at each other, they both felt that this person's words were sincere and did not seem like a dangerous person.It's just that the man's face was pale, his eyes were covered with a layer of gray, and when a little light penetrated into the deep alley, he was afraid of facing an enemy, like a living dead crawling out of a mass grave.

"The fire army will search here within half a stick of incense. If I am discovered by the white snake of the fire army, there will be no survivors. I beg you, save me—" The man's eyes were filled with muddy tears , still keep getting up, getting down, getting up, getting down, and repeating the kneeling action.

Suddenly, a hand lifted him up.

Sijin's voice is like a stream of sweet spring water:

"We'll help you."

"Really?!" The man raised his head suddenly, his face contorted with excitement.

"Buddhist disciples don't lie." Ling Song said, "It's just—"

He lowered his eyes and looked at each other calmly: "Dare to ask the benefactor, how can you tell that we are monks from Taihe Temple?"

As soon as this remark came out, the other party was at a loss for words.

As we all know, there are three major temples in Xijue, Jinlu Temple, Juqing Temple and Taihe Temple, and several small temples.However, Taihe Temple was privately owned by Liangshuo deputy city lord Jingwang, who had to give orders from Jingwang, even if the generals of the three armies gathered together, they were not allowed to interrogate without authorization.

The Buddhist meeting is just around the corner, and there are many wandering monks from all walks of life. This person can recognize at a glance that the two of them are from Taihe Temple. It is really not easy.

Suddenly a voice rang in my ears:

"White Snake has an order, make sure to capture the fugitive slave tonight! Search carefully for me! Not even a stinky ditch will be let go!"

Hearing this voice, his already pale face suddenly turned ashen.

"Go." Ling Song grabbed the man's collar and said in a deep voice.

The three of them walked to the mountains, and the night wind scattered the clouds and mist.

Ling Song suddenly stood still: "Sijin. Tomorrow's Buddhist meeting can be attended by me alone. This road goes straight down to Taihe Temple. You can take him to hide for a few days. After the weather calms down, you can make a living by yourself." Not too late."

"But..." Sijin hesitated to speak.

"If the host gets to the bottom of it, you can tell the truth. If he mentions me, you can say it was all my idea." Ling Song said.

Concern was written on Sijin's face.

"The host is cautious by nature, and will never decide such a big matter without authorization. Don't worry." Ling Song patted him on the shoulder.

It is hard to think about the ups and downs of going out to practice for the first time in a temple.

So Ling Song said again: "If there is anything, the senior brother will take care of it for you."

Let it go.

Sijin led the man all the way down the mountain, and finally arrived at Taihe Temple before dawn.

When the door of the temple was knocked, the first ray of dawn pierced the clouds.The person seemed to be distressed in every possible way: "Please, little master, can you borrow the bamboo hat to cover it?"

"nature."

Seeing him wearing a bamboo hat and covering his face tightly, Sijin was really puzzled:

Photophobia really so serious?

Seeing his doubts, Qiu Shan replied: "Little master doesn't know something. I was born in the underground city, where there is no daylight all year round, so my eyes can adapt to the darkness, but I can't get close to the light. This kind of light is enough to make my life worse than death." .”

"Are all the people in the dungeon like you?"

"Yes."

Sijin clutched the Buddhist beads and sighed in her heart: Maybe, there is the Avici Hell that the Buddha said.

It took half a cup of tea before the gate of the temple opened.Si Zhan, who was sweeping the floor, rubbed his eyes and peeped out from the crack of the door. After confirming that it was Si Jin standing in front of him, he hurriedly asked: "But what happened? Isn't today the Buddhist meeting? Why did you run back? Where is the first senior brother? Hey, who is this benefactor?"

After he asked a series of questions, he saw a lay disciple.

"I want to see the host." Sijin said bluntly without answering.

"The host is in Zhiketang, I'm afraid I can't see you right now." Si Zhan regretted.

"But who's here?" Sijin asked.

Sure enough, through the crack of the door, several horses wrapped in silver armor could be seen in the yard.

"In the morning, a team entered the temple with the handbook of the deputy city lord. The host was called to question him, but he still hasn't come out yet." Si Zhan said worriedly.

No, the fire army took the lead.Sijin looked at Qiushan who was so nervous and trembling, and said seriously: "Taihe Temple can't stay for now, we have to find another way."

"A few days ago, the Supervisory Academy opened a new Buddhist monastery in Xishan. Not many people in the monastery knew about it. If you really have something urgent, you can go there for two days." Si Zhan pointed in a general direction with a broom.

Sijin's eyes lit up: Good idea!

The Buddhist temple is hidden in the dense forest of Xishan Mountain, and the environment is quiet and inaccessible.

Sijin settled down in Qiushan, and then said: "This place is secluded, probably no one will find you. You are a good life, and you can make a living after your body recovers."

Qiu Shan hesitated to speak.I can only thank you.

"Master, what do you want to ask me?" Qiu Shan summoned up his courage and said.

Sijin looked at him, and a pair of clear almond eyes suddenly brought a smile: "I won't make things difficult for you."

Buddhist disciples, saving people is saving them, so there is nothing to ask.

"Since this little Shizi doesn't ask, I'm going to ask."

Suddenly, a clear voice came from the beams, instantly chilling the whole room.

Si Jin raised her head and was stunned.

He dared to swear in front of the Buddha: he had never seen such a flashy person in his life.

Underneath the black hair flowing like a waterfall is the emerald bird gold fur, under the golden wrap around the belly, the skirt is as red as a flame.What is incompatible with the painting style is a pink and tender cloak, which flutters down from the beam.If you look closely, you can see that it is covered with budding white lotuses, with a faint fragrance.

Just for this extremely eye-catching color, even in the next life, it might be difficult to see it.

Ling Qu was seen through inside and out, but he didn't intend to get off the beam.With a flick of the jeweled seven-star umbrella, he showed his narrow, slanted fox eyes, and said shamelessly:

"Little master, can you pick up that cloak for me?"

Sijin pursed her lips, and caught a glimpse of Qiu Shan's complexion beside her.

It can make Qiu Shan's face look like this, the man in front of him is probably the "White Snake" he calls the commander of the fire army.It's just that this "White Snake" really doesn't look like a snake, but rather like a peacock eager to court, opening its tail indiscriminately.

"Little master, that cloak is a beloved gift from my beloved wife. After my beloved wife passed away, it is my only consolation."

"If I abandon her, it will be the same as abandoning my beloved wife."

"So, do you know what I mean?"

"Why don't you come down from the beam and take it yourself?" Sijin expressed doubts, "Since it belongs to my beloved wife, how can it pass through other people's hands?"

As if Sijin had said some funny joke, the peacock on the beam let out a chuckle:

"You are quite right."

After speaking, he jumped down from the beam like a light bird.

The moment he landed, Sijin could see clearly that the eye-catching color on his body was even more eye-catching when viewed from a close distance.Adding up the colors of the whole body, it is not too much to open a dyeing workshop, right?Compared with him who is colorful, Sijin is completely pale into an ink painting.

I saw the colorful peacock bent down and picked up the white lotus cloak on the ground.

Gently patted off the dust, he handed it to Sijin, and said solemnly:

"Since what you said is so reasonable, how about I give you this cloak as a gift?"

"You look like a good match for it."

The author has something to say:

I love my wife.

You are a perfect match for it.

The implication: you = my beloved wife

Note: Without a wife, he is not worthy.