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A group of people turned around and left from Jinglian Temple in a mighty manner.

Xuanlan only brought along two juniors, Yuanming and Yuanzheng, and walked side by side with Ao Zhan and Zhang Qinglan, with a few guards from Yu's family in front of him and behind him, to prevent them from attacking suddenly.

Scarface rode a black horse at the front of the team, looking foolish, turning his head from time to time, and glanced behind him with fierce and gloomy eyes.

The horses were tied with ropes, and they were dragging the wagon behind them. On the wagon stood a wooden cage, in which the woman who had been crying miserably just now was imprisoned.

The young woman knelt in the cage and wept secretly, trembling with fear from Scarface's eyes, the handkerchief clutched in her palm suddenly twisted even harder.Thinking of the tragic experience he might have to endure in the future, he couldn't help sobbing.

Seeing this, Xuanlan sighed lightly, shook her head, turned the sandalwood beads in her hand, and said to Zhang Qinglan in a low voice: "Why do you two come to this muddy water?"

Seeing that his sympathetic expression did not seem fake, Zhang Qinglan thought for a moment and comforted him casually: "Master doesn't know, we also have to go through Luliao Mountain, so it's not like wading through muddy water. It's just that no one cares about people's lives and just helps out."

The words were mixed with truth and falsehood, and there was an air of grandeur on his face, as if he really just drew his sword to help when he saw the injustice.

After hearing this, Xuanlan turned pale, and whispered a Buddhist name, and then summoned Yuanming Yuanzheng beside him, and said: "Luliao Mountain is steep, with many snakes, insects and wild animals, and the mountains are deep and densely forested. Get lost, when the time comes, the two of you must follow closely and be careful everywhere."

Those two were still young after all, they walked out of the temple gate for the first time, they naturally obeyed their senior brother's words, with very serious expressions, they immediately nodded in agreement.

Zhang Qinglan listened quietly for a while, only to feel that Xuanlan's words were quite familiar with Luliao Mountain.

Originally, he just followed behind Ao Zhan with a low eyebrow, maintaining a docile manner in front of outsiders, but now he secretly raised his eyes to look at the man's back, pursed his lips, moved quietly, and walked to Xuan Lan's side.

Zhang Qinglan kept walking forward, and casually asked like chatting: "Master seems to know a lot about Luliao Mountain?"

When Xuanlan heard the young man's question, he nodded very naturally: "Yes."

"The abbot of the temple has always liked to travel around, seek scriptures and give lectures, and the poor monk has followed him to many places to practice Buddhism." Xuanlan said while putting the sandalwood beads in his hand back on his wrist: "It just so happens that the poor monk I went to this Luliao Mountain a month ago, and lived in seclusion in the mountains for more than a month, cultivating my state of mind."

Zhang Qinglan nodded thoughtfully, ignoring Ao Zhan's cold gaze towards him, and asked in a low voice: "But if this is the case, the young master of the Yu family has been missing in Luliao Mountain for several days, it must have been a disaster."

"Why did you promise to find him from the deep mountains? Wouldn't it just add to your troubles and possibly lead to death?"

Yuan Mingyuan, who was walking together, listened to the young man's words deeply, and looked at his senior brother with a bit of worry and depression in his eyes.

"My Buddha is merciful, helping the world and saving people is our duty." Xuanlan raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the wooden cage in front of him, "What's more, the matter of finding people is not completely absent." grasp."

Zhang Qinglan frowned slightly: "..."

Having said this, Xuan Lan did not immediately explain, but suddenly mentioned another matter: "Little benefactor, do you still remember the young deer that was rescued back to the temple?"

The young deer's snow-white fur and dark pupils flashed before his eyes, Zhang Qinglan nodded: "I remember."

Xuan Lan immediately opened his palm, and there was a bright and transparent diamond-shaped spar in it: "Although Luliao Mountain is inaccessible, there are still a few families living in the mountain."

"The poor monk once received the favor of those people when he was practicing alms for alms."

"That's why I heard the legend about Luliao Mountain."

The two monks who had been silently following the elder brother were a little curious and asked, "What legend?"

Xuan Lan lightly placed the spar in Yuanzheng's palm, and said in a warm voice: "It is said that Luliao Mountain is blessed by a mountain god, and there is a spirit deer born in it, with a snow-white body, very intelligent, and understands human nature."

"For those who enter the mountain, as long as their minds are pure and there is no difference in their minds, they can safely cross the mountains and retreat in one body."

Xuanlan's voice was low and gentle, and he told the story: "However, if someone enters the mountain with an impure purpose and tries to harm living beings, he will get lost in the deep mountain and die of hunger and hunger."

When Yuanzheng heard this, he smiled and said, "Brother, this must be a story that people in the mountains coax children to listen to. Why do you take it seriously?"

Xuan Lan was not annoyed, but just shook her head slightly: "If I said that during the month when I entered the mountain, I really saw a group of people chasing the spirit deer, would you believe it?"

Yuanming and Yuanzheng looked at each other immediately, not knowing how to answer.

"This gem was picked up in the wild roads in the mountains when the spirit deer was running." Xuanlan tapped the spar lightly with his fingertips, turned to Zhang Qinglan and said in a deep voice: "The scene was chaotic at the time, and in a hurry, The poor monk can only see a group of people holding bows, arrows and spears, the leader of them is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he is dressed in expensive clothes, not like the mountain people."

"They chased a strong adult white deer, and soon disappeared in the dense forest."

Yuan Ming walked quickly to a man who looked like a servant, and said salutingly, "How old is the young master? What does he look like?"

The servant sneered: "The young master in our house hasn't tied his hair yet, but he is naturally a dragon and a phoenix, with a natural temperament. Wild monks like you can't compare."

Yuan Ming stared angrily, "You!"

Although Jia Ding spoke with sarcasm, it happened to coincide with Xuan Lan's rhetoric.

Zhang Qinglan folded her arms at the side, listening to the conversation between the servant and Yuan Ming, she couldn't help but think about the connection between them.

Suddenly, there was a burst of force on his shoulders, the young man was unprepared, and was immediately pulled away from Xuan Lan, quickly opening the distance between the two people.

When Zhang Qinglan came back from contemplation, her whole body was completely enveloped by the familiar aura.

Ao Zhan couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, and said calmly, "Have you heard the story?"

Zhang Qinglan was still thinking about the mountain deer, so she nodded absently: "I've finished listening."

At this time, although the two of them were still sandwiched between the Yu family's servants, they had already opened up a lot of distance from the three monks at the other end.

Ao Zhan seemed not worried that Xuanlan would hear it at all, and said mockingly: "You can believe the things that lie to children."

Sure enough, the moment the voice fell, Zhang Qinglan keenly caught the probing sight from Xuanlan's direction.

Ao Zhan only said a word and stopped talking. He seemed to casually grab the young man's hand and never let go, causing the front and back servants to look over vigilantly.

According to the servants in charge of escorting, Master Yu's house is in another town ten miles away from Jinglian Temple, separated by two unnamed hills.Although the journey is not far, it still takes a while to walk forward.

The crowd marched along the wild mountain road, and the cart left two deep ruts on the grass.Surrounded by a pitch-black wilderness, the occasional partridge sounded, making the night even more bleak.

Ao Zhan's fingertips were cold, and they lightly rested on the back of the young man's hand.The wide sleeves drooped down, completely covering the hands of the two clasped.

Zhang Qinglan let the man lead her away, but at a certain moment, her movements suddenly froze slightly.

Feeling the tactile sensation of fingertips on the back of his hand, the young man blinked, and calmed down to distinguish carefully... After a while, he realized that what Ao Zhan wrote was a "lie".

Who is lying?What is the content of the lie?

Sensing the tightening of the five fingers holding the back of her hand, Zhang Qinglan slowly lowered her eyelashes, restraining the suspicion and defense that suddenly rose in her eyes, and took a few steps towards Ao Zhan's direction, with a certain expression on her face. The look of attachment showed a look of affection.

Eyes from all directions fell on the young man like a fire, but I had no scruples, as if listening to some sweet words, I nodded slightly to the tall man beside me: "Qing Lan understands." The second layer in the words Meaning, only Ao Zhan can understand.

Ao Zhan never imagined that he would do something like this, he felt disgusted in his heart, but raised his hand stiffly, and rubbed the top of the young man's head.

After a while: "... Be good."

In this way, Xuanlan's status as the so-called "male favorite" is more confirmed.

It was almost midnight at this time, and the people walked for more than an hour before they could vaguely see a few candles on both sides of the road ahead.

The originally narrow and rugged mountain path gradually became wider and flatter, and after a few hundred meters, vertical and horizontal rut marks appeared on the road, layered and covered.

On the side of the road stands a piece of blue and white stone with a height of one person, on which the three strong characters of "Luoqian Town" are artificially chiseled, surrounded by symbolically low walls. The town gate connects to one of the streets, and the inside is already pitch black , Every household put out the candles and was resting.

Compared with the prosperity of Ye City, Luoqian Town can only be called ordinary.

Scarface pulled the reins and made the cart stop at the gate of the town.Signaling his subordinates to untie the rope between the horse and the board, the man turned over from the horse holding a long knife.

The scars on the opponent's face became more terrifying under the light of the torch, and he opened the iron chain on the wooden cage with a calm face.

He ordered someone to roughly drag the woman out of the car, and with a grin on his face, he said to Xuan Lan, "I will take her back first and report to Master Yu."

Seeing the pained expression on the woman's face, Yuan Ming couldn't hold back and said, "But didn't you promise to find Young Master Yu and let her go?"

Scarface waved his hand impatiently: "Isn't this not found yet?"

"Don't worry, holy monk, I was just ordered to take this bitch back and lock her up first, so as not to kill her."

"And you..."

Scarface raised his hand and waved the knife, cut off the hemp rope tied around the woman's wrist, and pulled the other's thin arm, a pair of hawk-like slender eyes stared at Xuan Lan:

"Don't you want to go into the mountains to find someone? Let's set off overnight."