Holy Monk, your benefactor is dead!

On the outskirts of Kyoto, on Mount Yushan.

Zhou Zhiwen carried the food on his back and led the people behind him through the woods, and shouted excitedly at Zhao Yan, who was busy, "Old Zhao, look quickly, who is here!"

Zhao Yan was busy working on a large rock at this time, when he heard Zhou Zhiwen's voice, he subconsciously looked in Zhou Zhiwen's direction, and when he saw it, he was shocked, threw away the work in hand, and rushed to Zhou Zhiwen , pushed Zhou Zhiwen away, looked at the person coming, and called out excitedly: "My lord, why are you here!"

The person who came was none other than King Anyang who was far away in the southwest.He patted Zhao Yan's shoulder full of relief, and looked over his shoulder to the open space of the Li Family Mausoleum. Hundreds of people are working in full swing. The originally bare Li Family Mausoleum has now been destroyed It was replaced by a wooden house. Although it is now rough, it has become a scale at first glance.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhao Yan followed the line of sight of King Anyang, a man with five big and three thick and strong bones, at this time he smiled a little embarrassedly, "Well, our brothers saw that General Li was too simple, and they just had nothing to do, so we thought about it. Let’s build a house for General Li to keep out the wind and rain.”

"The captain has a heart!" King Anyang gave Zhao Yan a look of approval. Although Zhao Yan's move was unintentional, it helped him a lot at this time.Thinking of this, King Anyang's expression became more gentle, and he waved to the woman who was wrapped tightly in the cloak and supported by others.

"Miss Yinzhi, the entire Li family is buried here, do you want to worship one or two?"

"Thank you, my lord." I ran all the way, day and night, and Yinzhi was just out of the moon, and she was very weak, but when she heard that King Anyang was returning to Beijing, Yinzhi insisted on accompanying her. It was precisely because of this that he followed him to Beijing, which delayed him for a while.

Yin Zhi let others help her out of the crowd, and Zhao Yan realized that the bulging in her arms was a full-term baby. Shaking once or twice, as if trying to struggle out of the swaddle.

The simple words of "The Tomb of the Wuji Clan" conveyed countless heartaches. Yinzhi was waiting to walk to the tombstone, looking at those words that seemed to be wrong, she felt great grief in her heart, obviously full of people. Zhonglie, but ended up dying in vain. He didn't even dare to leave his surname when he was buried in the grave after death.All of a sudden, a lot of resentment welled up in my heart, tears gushed out instantly, slid down my cheeks, and dripped on the face of the child in my arms.

Young children are ignorant, naive, and don't know what it means.

Yinzhi pushed aside the support of the people around her, knelt down in front of the tombstone, carefully sent the baby in her arms to your tombstone, suppressed her sobs, and said softly: "My servant Yinzhi has never failed my ancestors. The bloodlines come to pay their respects to the ancestors. Please rest assured, master, madam, young master, young master, I swear on my life that I will take good care of the bloodlines of the Li family."

After Yinzhi finished speaking, she kowtowed three times, just now she stood up holding the young son, the servant who had retreated behind him hurried forward and supported him.

"This is Li Ershao's bloodline! But a boy?" Zhao Yan watched Yinzhi's movements and listened to his words since Yinzhi walked out, and immediately looked at King Anyang excitedly, his mind was rushed, and he forgot about his dignity, trade He opened his mouth rashly, with an eager look on his face.Zhou Zhiwen, who was beside him, didn't notice a sudden change of color on his face, anxious but helpless.

At this moment, King Anyang was in a good mood, he just nodded his head regardless of Zhao Yan's gaffe.

"Great, the Li family has a queen!" Zhao Yan thumped his head violently with joy, his face turned out to be crystal clear. This man who has never shed blood but not tears, did not want to shed tears for the Li family today. Gu Zi walked around the tomb of the Li family, and when he ran to Yinzhi, he knelt down in front of Yinzhi with a 'poof', "Thank you for your righteousness, the Li family's bloodline can continue."

Yinzhi didn't want Zhao Yan to make such a move, she was startled immediately, but when she heard his words, she felt moved, "This is the job of a servant, sir, you don't need to perform such a great gift."

Seeing Zhao Yan's appearance, Zhou Zhiwen couldn't bear to look at Zhao Yan without hiding his face, but he was afraid that King Anyang might misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained: "My lord, don't blame me. Old Zhao was honored by General Li's life back then, and he has always been responsible for the affairs of the Li family. Yu Huai, now that he heard that the blood of the Li family is still alive, he lost his composure."

"No problem, this king understands." King Anyang would not care about it, he rescued Yinzhi back then, one was for the Li family, and the other was really selfish.And now that he has made up his mind and wants to take advantage of the Li family's power, he naturally doesn't care about such trivial details.

It's just... King Anyang was about to laugh at Zhou Zhiwen's being too careful, but suddenly frowned, and finally noticed the difference in his words.

"There is still Li Yun in the Li family, and Li Er's son is just icing on the cake. Why does the captain care so much?"

Zhou Zhiwen gave a wry smile, and was about to explain, but he heard a Buddha's salutation beside him, and it was already eloquent.

"Amitabha, the life line of Li Yun's benefactor has been broken, and now he is only born by life, so how can there be any talk of heirs?" Wu Sheng made a Buddha ceremony to King Anyang, "Poor monk Wu Sheng has been waiting for the prince for a long time .”

King Anyang held back the turbulent waves in his heart, returned a salute, and then asked, "Master Wusheng, why did you say such a thing?"

"The king of Anyang should know that Li Yun's benefactor died that day. If Master Jing Yan hadn't reversed life and death forcibly with his own Buddhahood, Li Yun's soul would have returned to the earth. Although Li Yun's benefactor survived with the help of his master's uncle, it is a pity His own lifeline has been cut off, and from then on, he can only live a twin life with Master Jing Yan, live and die together, and the life time is halved. Just ask the prince, a person who should not exist in the world is taboo, why? Extend the descendants."

"It turned out to be the case, thank you master for telling me." Wu Sheng's words immediately untied the knot that had lingered in King Anyang's heart for many days. He wanted to take advantage of the power of Li's family, but he didn't want to be captured by Li Yun. Well, it also eliminates King Anyang's fear of the Li family.

Seeing that most of the depression between King Anyang's brows had gone, Wu Sheng understood, he took out a kit from his bosom and handed it to King Anyang: "The poor monk ordered this to be handed over to the lord, as a thank you for your kindness. "

"This is...?" King Anyang took the brocade bag in front of him with a puzzled expression, and when he tore it open, he saw a piece of folded rice paper inside. King Anyang took out the rice paper and opened it, revealing a map, although the map was not The address was not marked, but King Anyang could tell at a glance that this was the map of the area around Kyoto, but he didn't know why Master Wu gave him the map.

"This picture is a secret road leading directly to the inner city of Kyoto. I think the prince will have a wonderful use." Wu Sheng's words, like thunder, instantly stopped the expression of King Anyang. He raised his head suddenly, with a look of disbelief Zhuo Wusheng, who was born as a prince's son, has never heard the late emperor say that there is such a secret way in the capital, could it be...

"Does the emperor know?"

Wusheng shook his head, "This secret way was built by the founding emperor of the Xu family and the abbot of our Canaan Temple. The secret way has been mastered by the abbot of Canaan for generations, and it is also the last retreat for the Xu royal family."

"This is really God helping me." King Anyang was overjoyed instantly. With this map, he can quietly transport all his soldiers into the capital. As long as he acts carefully, the emperor will definitely not notice it. strange.

"Thank you, master." King Anyang bowed to Wusheng with a serious face, and Wusheng immediately moved a little bit, put his hands together and bowed back to him.

"Amitabha, this matter is over, and the poor Taoist will bid farewell."

King Anyang was startled when he heard the words, and he spoke to dissuade him: "Master, now that Canaan is trapped, all the monks in the world are in danger. If you don't want to go with me, Master, you can take care of us."

"Thank you, my lord, for your kindness. Master entrusted the people of Canaan Temple to the poor monk. The poor monk should protect everyone well, and I hope the lord will be fulfilled." Wu Sheng looked at King Anyang calmly, and his calm tone made Anyang king uncomfortable. No matter how much he insisted on staying, and the map left by Master Wu had already shown the sincerity of the Canaan Temple, it would be a bad idea to persecute him. After thinking about it for a while, he finally got out of the way.

"Master, take care all the way, I will wait for a while."

"Amitabha." Wusheng only nodded to King Anyang, his monk's robe moved slightly, and his body gradually moved away.

Seeing Wusheng leaving, Zhou Zhiwen looked at King Anyang's black eyes, and he couldn't help but remind him: "My lord has been exhausted all the way, so I need to take a break."

Zhou Zhiwen didn't mention it, but King Anyang didn't notice his fatigue. After he raised his mouth like this, he felt that his whole body was extremely exhausted. After this trip, in order to return to Beijing early, he had been running around day and night, and his body was already exhausted to the extreme.Regardless of comfort or not, King Anyang agreed immediately, and led by Zhou Zhiwen to rest in the small wooden hut built beside him.