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Xuanlan led a group of monks to block the gate of the temple. His originally gentle and compassionate face was illuminated by the fire, and the expression on his face was cut by the light and shadow, making it appear dark and unclear.

Immediately, the man had a long and narrow scar on his face, and his face was fierce and terrifying. Seeing that the bald donkeys below him were silent, he thought that he was frightened by himself, so he became even more arrogant and waved his hand With a long knife, he reprimanded loudly: "I advise you not to toast or eat fine wine."

"Don't keep thinking about lying to your grandpa. People in the surrounding villages have already seen it, saying that the bitch fled into this ruined temple half a stick of incense ago." With a haughty look on his face, Dao Scar raised his hand and pulled the rein, It caused the black horse to raise its front hooves and neighed: "Could it be that you, a group of monks, also covet the beauty of my master's concubine?"

His words were harsh, and the younger monk immediately showed a look of resentment on his face, he clenched his hands tightly, and was about to take a step forward to argue.

But Xuanlan raised his hand to defuse it, and gently stopped him back.

"Amitabha." Xuanlan lowered his brows and eyes, calm and calm: "The benefactor is careful."

The man with the scar snorted and said, "I won't talk nonsense with you, hand him over, or you won't want this temple anymore." As he spoke, the man waved his hand, motioning for the minion who was carrying a few large barrels of tung oil behind him to come forward, as if to Splash it on the courtyard wall of Jingren Temple.

"How?" Scarface bared his teeth and smiled: "It is said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, but I don't know, masters...do you have the life to save people?"

As the words fell, the black-faced men behind Scarface suddenly let out a low cry, formed into groups of two and held the barrel up high, the tung oil in it shook and almost overflowed.

The others were threatening, shaking the torches in their hands vigorously.The flames were blazing, and thick black smoke billowed from the center of the flame.

The atmosphere is like an arrow on the bow, ready to explode.

At this moment, Xuan Lan, who was originally just standing among the group of seniors, took a step forward, facing dozens of wolves and tigers looking at him fiercely, and said loudly, "Wait a minute."

The voice was neither slow nor fast, firm and powerful, and more importantly, it actually contained real energy and aura, which implied a threat and deterrence.

Standing on the roof with Zhang Qinglan, Ao Zhan sensed the fluctuation of spiritual power in the air, and his eyes looking at Xuanlan suddenly changed, which was very subtle.

Feeling the tightening of the arms around his waist, the young man subconsciously followed Ao Zhan's gaze - probably due to his natural physique, he has always been keenly aware of spiritual power, so naturally he did not miss the changes that occurred underneath .

"It's really not simple." Zhang Qinglan looked Xuanlan up and down a few times, and opened his mouth to judge.

Scarface was sitting on a black horse, closer to Xuanlan. Although he was a layman, he had practiced martial arts for many years, but even so, he was still disturbed by Xuanlan's sound and almost fell off the horse.

"You!" Dao Scar's face was anxious, his face was black and red, and the long knife in his hand was shaking and rattling: "Damn it!"

Xuanlan twirled the Buddha beads in his palm, and shook his head slightly: "Don't do any evil, and do all good things... Buddhism is a pure place, please be careful with your words and deeds."

The young monk standing behind was not as calm as Xuanlan. Yuanzheng took a step to the side, glaring and said: "How can you allow me to kill you and others in the forbidden place of Buddhism?"

Seeing that the bald donkey really had no intention of giving way, Scarface snorted coldly, and shouted angrily: "It's just a ruined temple in the mountains, and it dares to call itself a Buddhist school."

Immediately, he got off the horse himself, threw away the long knife in his hand, snatched the wooden bucket in the hand of the minion next to him, and splashed it towards the moss-covered courtyard wall with lightning speed. .

With the crisp sound of "哗啦", an unpleasant and pungent smell permeated the air.

The expressions of the group of monks suddenly changed drastically, and they dispersed quickly, standing in front of the courtyard wall stained with heavy tung oil, clenched their fists as if to resist the enemy.

Scarface put down the empty wooden barrel, took the long knife and torch from the minion beside him, and said with a grinning grin at Xuanlan: "I have committed this murder today, so what can you do to me?"

The man's hoarse and piercing voice faintly spread to the roof, Zhang Qinglan turned his face slightly, but after listening carefully, he found a faint trembling in the other party's voice.

Seeing that he was listening seriously, Ao Zhan took a step forward and leaned towards the young man's ear, exposing in a low voice: "He is afraid."

Zhang Qinglan felt the icy breath blowing past her ears, and lightly closed her eyes to perceive it carefully, and found that the subtle and silky spiritual power was centered on Xuanlan, rushing straight towards the scarred face.

Ordinary people couldn't see it, but he could see it clearly. Under the thick night, the aura exuded golden stars, and there was a hidden Buddha's light, which was finely intertwined between the two sides to form a net.

Zhang Qinglan opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the formation of spiritual power for a moment, and then commented: "This person has a deep cultivation base, and he hides it deeply."

Ao Zhan had a poker face, noncommittal.

Presumably with Xuanlan around, that mob was naturally no match.So the two stood on the roof and watched the changes.

It's just that none of the parties took the lead, but what everyone waited for was a loud shout with heavy panting:

"Report-"

Under the dark night, a thin and weak servant staggered, rolled and crawled all the way to the face of the scar, the crooked red tassel on the hat had no time to straighten up, the footsteps were not stopped in time, his knees softened, and he knelt and sat On the yellow mud floor.

Scarface was very impatient: "Fart, let go!"

"Brother, report," the servant who was kneeling on the ground raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and stammered, "Didn't, the brothers who sneaked into the temple, caught, and they are on the way to bring them here. The younger ones will report first, report a letter."

Scarface was stunned for a moment when he said this, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, holding the younger brother by the back collar of his clothes, and lifted him up forcefully.

The man's face was squeezed into a ball by his own smile, and he looked at Xuanlan provocatively: "The holy monk has a kind heart, but it's a pity that it's useless."

Hearing what Scarface said, the expressions of the monks surrounding the temple turned ugly.

Not long after, a group of figures came out from the darkness not far away.

The soft sobbing of the woman overlapped with the cursing voices of the men, and hearing the voices without seeing them made people feel annoyed.

Standing on the roof, Zhang Qinglan could see more clearly than the people below.

I saw the woman who was kneeling in front of the bell tower just a moment ago, now her hands are controlled by two servants behind her, her temple hair is more messy than before, her dress is stained with large pieces of yellow mud and grass, and the tears on her cheeks are still intact. Dry, teary eyes, red and swollen eye sockets.

The servant obviously didn't have any sympathy for women, he pushed the woman into the crowd all the way, his mouth was not very clean, and his eyes were very fierce.

The woman was forced to come before the crowd all the way, and the moment she saw Xuanlan, she trembled and said, "Master...help, help me."

Most of the Buddhist disciples were compassionate, and when they saw this, they all showed unbearable expressions.

Xuan Lan slowly closed his eyes, looked at the scarred face, frowned and said: "Benefactor, why are you doing this?"

Scarface laughed mockingly after hearing this, and cursed loudly: "This bitch's appearance is really useful, even the holy monk is confused by her."

Xuan Lan shook her head: "How do you say that?"

"It's not that I'm full," Scarface coughed twice, and spat on the open space with his head tilted: "I want to take this woman back today because this poisonous woman killed the eldest son of Master Yu's family." , dare to escape all the way here.”

"Such a woman who does not obey women's morals will be taken back today, and tomorrow she will be immersed in a pig cage according to the family rules."

As soon as the words fell, the woman who had been covering her face and crying bitterly seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly struggled crazily, shouting sharply: "I didn't! I didn't kill the young master at all!" The voice was sad and moving. .

Scarface sneered, raised his hand and plunged the long knife into the soil beside the woman: "You didn't? Then why did you go to the mountains together, and you were the only one who came back intact?"

"From my point of view, it's obvious that you don't abide by women's morals, you are jealous of your wife, and you deliberately tricked the young master into the mountains to kill him, in order to vent your hatred!"

The two came back and forth, and it took several words to describe a general outline of today's farce.It's just that it is full of doubts everywhere, which makes people hear the clouds and mist, and they don't know why.

The woman couldn't explain the scarred face, so she could only cry with her pale lips: "Luliao Mountain is densely covered with forests, and it is easy to get lost. That day, the young master insisted on going into the mountain to find some snow-white 'spirited deer'."

"The butler knew that I was born in Luliao Mountain, so he took me and other guards and maids to the mountain to look for deer together."

Speaking of this, the woman seemed to think of the sad part, and sobbed involuntarily: "The little girl is just a village woman, how could she be jealous of the wife and murder the young master... Even if you give me ten guts, It is also impossible."

Although the young woman was sobbing, her voice was clearly distinguishable and her words were distinct.

Words such as "Luliao Mountain" and "Linglu" fell into the ears of others, and all of them had different expressions and thoughts in their hearts.

Zhang Qinglan frowned slightly, remembering the map scroll she had read with Ao Zhan in the carriage before departure.The ink marks on the map are clear, and coincidentally, the next destination of the two is the "Luliao Mountain" in the woman's mouth.

Turning his head and looking back, he found that Ao Zhan had the same subtle expression on his face, with a hint of inquiry in it.

The group of people below were still quarreling, Scarface was impatient to hear the woman's excuses, and waved his hand to let his subordinates escort her back.

"How?" Dao Scar raised his eyebrows and looked at Xuanlan: "Now the holy monk will not want to stop us from taking people away, will he?"

Xuanlan was still frowning slightly, and he was holding the Buddha beads more tightly in his hand: "... If the poor monk can rescue the young master of your mansion from Luliao Mountain, can this girl be spared?"

Scarface was stunned for a moment, never thought that the bald donkey would say such a thing.

Before he could speak, he heard a clear voice from behind the crowd:

"Let's go too, to help Master."