Seeing that the palace door was about to be opened, Luo Ran looked around in panic. When I saw someone who was still calm as usual, suspicion arose in my heart, my arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, and my body was involuntarily pulled towards the Buddha statue.
"you……"
"Don't make a sound!"
Just as Luo Ran was about to speak, he was interrupted by Liu Zimo.
He grabbed Luo Ran's arm with one hand and opened the curtain on the confession with the other, saying: "Hide in! No matter what happens, don't make a sound!"
The tone of voice left no room for criticism.
Luo Ran knew that this was not the time to argue with him, so he bent his body and got in dexterously. Although he was very imageless, he couldn't care about it at this time.
Luo Ran, who was hiding under the confession, looked up at Liu Zimo.
The bright yellow curtain and the woman's smart eyes are like a cat that was suddenly discovered.
Liu Zimo laughed, not sure whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm: "You are quite good now!"
Luo Ran was stunned, turned his head away from looking at him, and hid inside again.
Seeing that she had hidden it, Liu Zimo lowered the curtain and saw no flaws. He raised his hand and touched a dagger on his waist.
Through the gap in the curtain, Luo Ran saw with his own eyes that Liu Zimo was holding a dagger in his right hand. He didn't even hesitate. He only heard a muffled sound, and then he sat down with his confession.
Separated by a curtain, inside was the curled-up Luo Ran, and outside was the weak and pale Liu Zimo.
The tip of his nose was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Luo Ran didn't know whether he was shocked or afraid. He clutched the hem of his clothes with both hands and forgot to breathe for a moment.
Liu Zimo still held the dagger in his right hand, and the blood he spurted out had already dyed his fingers red, dripping down his fingers. Luo Ran seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood drops falling to the ground. The sound was not very loud, but It struck my heart a little dull.
As if feeling the tension of the people inside, Liu Zimo's slightly pale lips curled up, he smiled reluctantly, and said softly: "Don't be afraid..."
The voice was very soft, so soft that Luo Ran felt that he might have misheard.
The hall door was finally opened from the outside.
Fu Mingzhu changed her words and ran in while no one was paying attention. She was stunned when she saw Liu Zimo sitting on the ground with one leg extended and one leg bent.
But when she saw Liu Zimo's white hand on his chest, which was bright red, she couldn't help but let out a scream.
Before the host came in, Ms. Wang pushed through the crowd and rushed forward. She even wanted to close the door, but it was too heavy. She pulled it and it didn't budge.
Seeing that Fu Mingzhu seemed to be frozen, she finally turned around with a trembling body. When she could see clearly inside, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Then the ladies outside filed in, shaking the rain off their bodies and complaining: "If we had been allowed in earlier, we would have been less wet..."
The voices stopped in unison.
"Amitabha! How is the donor?"
The host finally came in and when he saw Liu Zimo, he quickly stepped forward to ask.
Liu Zimo nodded weakly, raised his bloody finger with difficulty and touched the door.
The ladies shrieked and fled.
Liu Zimo said: "I just met an eight-foot-tall man with a beard, holding a murder weapon in his hand. I chased him all the way, but he accidentally ran away. In order to prevent him from being harmful to the ladies and ladies in the temple, I also Please help the abbot master to trace it."
When everyone heard this, they crowded together. Some even complained about Fu Mingzhu: "It's you. If you don't say anything about the miraculous power of the Buddha in the main hall, it's better this time. You almost became meat on someone's chopping board! Let's go quickly!"
The other ladies followed suit.
The host hurriedly asked the little novice monk to take everyone down.
Fu Mingzhu didn't give up. After taking two steps, she suddenly turned around and rushed into the back of the hall. It was completely empty.
"How could it be, how could it be like this, where are the people..."
Fu Mingzhu shook her head in disbelief and muttered to herself.
"Mrs. Song, who are you talking about? Is it possible that you know the villain that Captain Liu just mentioned?"
Wang walked up to Fu Mingzhu and said loudly on purpose.
Only then did Fu Mingzhu realize that she had said the wrong thing. Faced with everyone's questioning looks, she hesitated: "I, I, I thought that person would be hiding here. Yes, I was afraid that the bad guy would be hiding here without anyone noticing!"
Fu Mingzhu said loudly, as if the louder the voice, the more he could hide his guilty conscience.
Wang glanced at the weak Liu Zimo and said nothing for the time being, saying: "Since there is no one here, let's go back quickly! The princess was worried when I came out, I have to go back and tell her!"
With that said, Wang quickly walked into the rain, her face full of worry and anxiety.
Everyone also understands that King Xuan is now a very popular figure in the capital. If he is not in the capital, if something happens to Princess Xuan and the palace blames her, even Fahua Temple will not be able to bear it.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and everyone no longer wanted to watch the excitement. They wanted to hurry down the mountain and return to the city while the rain was not too heavy and it was still early.
Fu Mingzhu had no choice but to leave with everyone.
Before leaving, he glanced at the palace without giving up, but accidentally bumped into a pair of dark eyes. His heart tightened, and he hurriedly avoided it and followed the crowd away.
The host called two young novice monks over and asked Liu Zimo: "Can the donor still move?"
Liu Zimo nodded, put his right hand on the little novice's shoulder, and accidentally pulled the wound, causing him to gasp in pain.
The little novice monk was too frightened to move. Liu Zimo smiled at him, raised his left arm and raised a palm with one hand: "Thank you, Master, thank you, little master, Amitabha."
As soon as he left the palace gate, he saw a wet figure appear, kneeling on one knee in front of Liu Zimo: "I'm late, please forgive me!"
Liu Zimo glanced at the "guard" lightly, then turned to look not far away. Youqing looked here anxiously, as if he wanted to come but didn't dare to come. Liu Zimo said to the host: "I'm sorry, master, I can talk to that person." Can the donor say something?"
The host glanced at Youqing, nodded and said, "I will go back first to prepare the medicine for the donor."
"Thank you."
Liu Zimo nodded, then waved to Youqing.
Youqing stepped forward vigilantly, and before he could speak, Liu Zimo said: "Earlier, I almost lost the life of an innocent person because of my unintentional injury, but things have changed, and it is useless to say more. Now I am physically injured. It’s convenient, please ask the girl to help me burn incense for the Buddha. I don’t ask for her forgiveness, I just hope that today’s action can alleviate the hatred in her heart.”
Youqing nodded blankly.
Liu Zimo once again glanced at the guard who was still kneeling in the rain, and said softly: "The gangster has gone to the back mountain. Send someone to chase him."
The guard said: "Yes!"
It wasn't until everyone left and there was no one else around that Youqing dared to stumble and run into the hall.
Not daring to say anything, he turned around in a circle, calling softly: "Miss! Miss! Little..."
Youqing didn't dare to call the princess for fear that others would hear her. As soon as she called her twice, she saw Luo Ran coming out from under the confession curtain.
She was so anxious that tears came out: "Miss! Why are you here!"
Luo Ran raised his hand to signal her to stop talking and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back!"
"yes!"
Youqing hurriedly put the coir raincoat on her and lowered the hat on it so that no one would recognize her unless she was close.
Luo Ran returned to the monastery, and Liu Zimo also arrived at the monastery. The abbot personally checked his wound and applied medicine. He said thankfully: "The gangster's method was vicious, and he only missed the donor's heart by a little bit. Amitabha, Buddha bless you." , the benefactor will definitely turn the bad luck into good luck."
Liu Zimo returned the greeting: "Thank you, Master."
Host: "I won't disturb the donor's rest. It's best for the donor to wait until the rain stops before going down the mountain, otherwise the wound will be stained by rainwater, which will be detrimental to recovery."
Liu Zimo: "Yes. Thank you Master for your kindness."
After the host left, Liu Zimo's face darkened and he said in a deep voice: "Get out!"
