Princess Erya retreated, leaving only the maid beside her, who was also her cousin.
"Erya, do you really want to do this?" The cousin's voice was trembling. Princess Erya took out a wooden box from her sleeve and gently touched it with her fingers, "I will exchange my life for the prosperity of the Wu family. This deal , not a loss.”
"But..." The cousin wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Princess Erya, "Hatumu is weak. How could he be the leader without Mia Guli to protect him? What's more, he never believed in witchcraft. Technique, if it hadn’t been for the protection of the clan elders many times, you and I would have died countless times. What future would Di Rong have in his hands?"
"Erya!" The cousin frowned, "The feud between Miluo and the Wu family has not been resolved, but the country's leader Mu Churui promised that as long as Di Rong surrenders again, he will order the new leader of Di Rong to honor the Wu family. How credible is this statement? Let me tell you, Mu Churui just wanted to use Di Rong's hand to kill Murong Qing, the man with the destiny, and then restart the war with Dajing. It would be a good idea. It’s just shame.”
"I don't care what Mu Churui wants to do." Princess Erya's expression grew colder, "As long as I can kill Hatumu and protect the Wu clan, my death will be worth it."
"Erya, if after your death, Mu Churui turns his back on you and leaves the Wu family in seclusion in the palace, how will that be any different from a hundred years ago?" The cousin was heartbroken, "At that time, the Wu family will become like the high priest. , using destiny to manipulate people's hearts, but they are puppets controlled by Mu Churui. It's okay not to have such prosperity."
Unexpectedly, Princess Erya turned a deaf ear and said, "Cousin, Miagu was finally seriously injured. It took me a year to make the elders of the clan stop supporting Hatumu, and I got this opportunity from Mu Churui. I have to take a gamble. .”
"That's Fang Zilan, the daughter of the God of Death. How could you win her in a bet?" The cousin held Princess Erya's wrist, but she was unmoved at all. "It is precisely because she is the daughter of the God of Death that I changed my mind." I want to bet."
The more she spoke, the more she gritted her teeth, "The former General of Zhenbei, King Pingnan, massacred all tribes outside the Great Wall and killed many of our tribesmen in order to marry his princess. Have you forgotten, cousin?"
Awan looked at the situation in the temple. Zhongling Temple, which was large and small, was crowded with men, women and children, but there was no trace of fear or uneasiness on their faces.
"Why are you here?" Awan finally couldn't help but ask. The woman beside her said: "The land near Zhongling Mountain has been destroyed. I am old and can't leave, so I have to come to Zhongling Temple. Please help me, Master."
"The master you call is the culprit who invades your land. Why..." Before Awan could finish his words, he was interrupted by another man leaning against the wall. "Oh, don't talk nonsense. There have been so many people outside these years. Chaos, if it weren’t for Buddha’s blessing, we would have died long ago, so what’s the point of consecrating some land?”
"Yes." The person next to him echoed: "If you exchange land for food, you can at least live. If you go to recruit soldiers, you may die somewhere..."
"Master said, Buddha will protect us." Everyone was chatting and bowed to the Buddha statue in the temple.
Awan looked at it coldly, feeling the fire in her heart getting stronger and stronger, "It's obviously you who are talking nonsense!"
She shouted suddenly, "Yes, there has been chaos outside these years, but Duke Xianyue and countless soldiers guarded the capital to keep you safe. Now... Bai Moci and the others guarded this gate outside. Keep you safe."
Everyone in the temple was dumbfounded. Awan became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice became louder, "To be honest, is it a living person who is blessing you, or is it the wood carvings and clay sculptures in this hall?"
At this point, it is clear that everyone from the Ghost Sect is chasing after them, and the enemy outside the gate is unknown, but Fang Zilan is still holding on, just fighting for a glimmer of life for everyone.
Awan only felt that Fang Zilan was not worth it for her.
"Mrs. Prince, are you feeling sorry for Zixiu?" A cold voice broke the calm in the temple. A young monk came out with a calm expression, "Just now Zixiu said that Buddhism emphasizes the cycle of cause and effect and retribution. It really suits the situation. .”
As he spoke, he sighed, "That's true."
"What do you mean?" Awan's face turned cold. Master Ran Deng shook his head and said, "Amitabha, why bother obsessing about the past?"
"Master, it's not that I'm stubborn." The young monk walked up to A Wan and almost gritted his teeth and said, "It's a blood feud that I will never forget for the rest of my life."
Only then did Awan see clearly that the monk had a long scar from behind his ears to his neck, which was almost ferocious.
She couldn't help but take a few steps back, and her words of questioning were weak, "You... who are you? Are you also from Baijia..."
"My surname is not Bai." The monk said coldly: "Before I entered Zhongling Temple, my original surname was Yue."
Awan repeated the surname "Yue", searching for relevant information in his mind quickly, and finally remembered it in the flash of lightning.
When Zi Xiu threatened to kill the iron-faced judge Bai Chen, the righteous Bo Yuntian's Jianghu people stepped forward and vowed to eliminate demons, defend the law, and protect justice in the Jianghu.
After all, he was Bai Chen, the only one among Mr. Su Heng's many disciples who changed his official uniform and weapons, and rode a white horse through the rivers and lakes as a knight-errant. Even if the imperial court official sees him, he will give him two points to the iron-faced judge.
There is no other reason. Bai Chen is not just a person who only fights injustices. He knows that human life is precious and recognizes the laws of the court. Under the fighting and killing, he hides the heart of his family, country and the world.
In the original words of Mr. Su Heng, if there is still a title of chivalrous person in the world, Bai Chen is well-deserved.
It was such an iron-faced judge who, after learning about the discord in the ghost sect, injured the wheel-turning king Chubin in a certain conflict.
Speaking of which, Chu Bin was injured a lot in those years. Just to avenge him, Fang Zilan killed many people in Zi Xiu's name.
Looking back now, it is unclear whether those injuries to Chu Bin were caused by others, or whether Ji Ningtian deliberately injured him in order to use Fang Zilan to eliminate dissidents.
A Wan only remembered that the first person to stand up and protest against Bai Chen was named Yue.
So the fire in Yue's house burned for two days and two nights, leaving no one alive. After that, many people in the world stopped and watched helplessly as Bai Chen's family suffered a disaster...
"Looking at the way the Crown Prince's wife looks like this, she must have known what happened back then." The monk looked at Awan steadily. Seeing her panic, he forced himself to say: "So what if I know?"
The monk did not answer A Wan's words, but changed his voice and said: "I just heard what Zi Xiu said, escorting the Crown Prince's wife is one of the purposes of her trip."
"What exactly do you want to say?" Awan clenched her hands hidden in her sleeves into fists, listening to the monk calmly speaking, "If there is something wrong with the Crown Prince's wife, will Zixiu still be alive?"
