Before the sky fully cleared, Wei Xi Wuqin's troops rushed to the mountain temple without stopping. Except for the densely packed corpses, there was nothing else. Only the damaged and empty shell of the mountain temple was left, together with the golden body of the Buddha that had been cut into a hundred parts. Most of the temple has collapsed, and the remaining small half of the cornices have collapsed. The thick gray cornices have been smashed from the mottled temple walls, and the rubble is so damaged that they can no longer be recognized. There are no longer shining fragments of the golden body on the broken walls. There is no one to care about, and now it is in a state of disarray, collapsed and damaged, and it will be difficult to recover.
Not far from the official road not far from the mountain temple, there is a palm print deeply embedded in the official road. Before the blood has dried, Fan Yuanyang's body has long been collected by the Fan family. Looking at the damaged and broken scenery here, it does not look like he is being chased here again. The family members of the family are at war again. There is no one around, except for the late moon hanging in the sky and the dawn at the end of the night. It should be a day like any other. A caravan has already arrived in the distance to go to the capital before the New Year's Eve. However, Seeing the ruined mountain temple, and the official system that was almost shattered, he quickly turned his horse's head to go elsewhere to enter and exit the capital, for fear of causing trouble and dying in an unknown manner. No matter how well-connected the merchants and officials are, they all know that the scene in front of them should not be asked, let alone gossiped about, because if someone is in trouble, the fire will burn vigorously.
There is a very small thatched cottage outside the mountain temple, and there lives a monk who is guarding the temple. Although he is only 30 years old, he has been guarding the temple outside the mountain temple for who knows how many years. Even though he is silent and dull, he often comes from this place. The caravans and people in the capital all recognized this ordinary monk from any angle. Whenever he was not in a hurry and had nothing to do, he would always go to the rather small thatched cottage to beg for a bowl of water. A few casual words. Although this monk is dull, he has a very good temper. No matter how bullying or difficult to get along with the caravan travelers, he is quite well-behaved when seeing this monk. He probably bullied the helpless eunuch keeper several times at first. But the monk was really good-tempered and could not even say a bad word. As time went by, he stopped trying to make fun of him.
The whole night there was a strong wind and soft snow outside, and swords and swords were coming and going. Most of the mountain temple was demolished. However, the monk who guarded the temple did not say much or move much. He sat upright in the small thatched hut. , without even looking outside, until this moment he slowly walked out of the thatched cottage, walked slowly to the front of the mountain temple, started to pick up the rubble and tiles with his hands, put them in one place, and then took the tiles standing outside the mountain temple. The old bamboo broom was sweeping slowly, completely ignoring the arrival of so many people from afar.
Most of Wei Xiwu's subordinates were from the martial arts world, and they were definitely not masters of the Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu who were incompetent. They were all mediocre people. However, they saw the monk cleaning up the mess alone from a distance, and no one came forward to speak for a moment. ask.
Buddhism is deep in water. Maybe a seemingly ordinary monk is a great talent hidden in the city. He lives in an ordinary house like hundreds of thousands of ordinary people. Listening to the noisy traffic and horses outside, seeing the shadows of the trees getting longer, he sees The sun is getting warmer, but if you really step forward to provoke him, you will be asking for death. People in Buddhism always lower their eyebrows at Bodhisattva, but it is rare for people to look at Vajra with angry eyes. Is it because of the profound and far-reaching Buddhist Qi-nurturing Kung Fu, or is it because of the influence of Buddhism? People with angry Vajra eyes often have difficulty reappearing in the human world, which is something that cannot be speculated upon.
However, when the monk saw the people approaching, he was not afraid of the crowd. Instead, he thought for a moment, put down his bamboo broom, and walked back to the hut. He took out an exquisite wooden box and walked to the crowd. He slowly put down his palms and clasped his hands together.
"Not long ago, someone from the palace handed this wooden box to the poor monk, saying that he would give it to the people who came here. However, it was stained with blood. Buddhists can't see blood, so they wiped it first and didn't pry into it. As soon as the items among them have reached the donors, please take them."
The men and horses came and went like the tide, coming with force and going away quickly, but they still lingered quite deliberately at the corpses in the mountain temple for nearly a stick of incense. Half of them showed their swords and weapons, and went back and forth between the Fan family and other aristocratic families. After walking back and forth around the corpse for a long time, those with strong ears heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance, and then they all got on their horses and left. Only the monk who had been guarding the temple for almost his whole life was left, and continued to clean the mountain temple with a bamboo broom, in order to pick up a few large coins. His face turned red from holding in a piece of gravel, and he cut his palm while picking up tiles. Still unconscious, he continued to slowly take care of the old temple that had been with him for many years. It was not until night fell again that the monk, who was covered in mud, sat down. Resting outside the temple, I glanced flatly at this dilapidated mountain temple that had no original appearance at all. I mumbled a few words incoherently, but no one came to listen around the official road, which has always been quiet and will become even quieter today.
The monk said that others might have no intention of destroying this mountain temple. The temple was already empty and unoccupied.
It was a stupid monk who never imagined that there would be a monastery guard.
Senior brothers and sisters who are proficient in Buddhism and can make a name for themselves have abandoned this temple and gone to live elsewhere. Not long ago, I heard that several senior brothers went to the capital to perform rituals in the monastery, but they did not want to go to the capital, and the senior brothers did not come to see this place. It is an old temple, but the master said that he must guard the temple, and he must continue to guard it no matter what. Since he has nothing to do, it is not too difficult to rebuild the temple. Speaking of it, people outside the world have more time than people in the world. There are a lot of time, so what seems to be a waste of time and difficulty to others is just a waste of a few more years to yourself.
It doesn't matter if a person on the mountain collapses a rock, but the person at the bottom of the mountain may be hit with a bloody head by this small stone, and may die, but they often still have to endure it. A mountain temple without an owner is among those It seems that a master can easily destroy it, and whose thoughts the mountain temple is, firstly, it is not important in the eyes of others, and secondly, even if it is important in his own eyes, it is not important in the eyes of the people who fell on the mountain. It’s great to have the ability. You don’t need to think too much, and you don’t need to ask yourself all the time. On the contrary, you can live a more transparent and casual life than those who think they are transparent.
The monk felt very tired, so he leaned against the old willow tree that had been there since he was a child and fell into a deep sleep. He didn't know that his hands were bleeding profusely, and it never stopped.
Before the saint came to the palace in the capital, news came from the palace that the Eight-legged Duke was being killed, and the person who killed the Eight-legged Duke was Zi Fu. No one knew the whole reason, only how much more was known. Two corpses were found, and they were hastily buried in the barren mountains overnight by the junior middle officer. The Holy Master did not put any thought into it. He just sent people to announce the decree, saying that the middle official should not be left without an owner, and then gave two middle officials who had worked hard and meritoriously to take charge of the corpses respectively. The names of Zi Fu and Ba Zu Gong were temporarily in charge of the Zhongguan, and then there was no more movement. According to rumors, Bazugong was ordered to welcome Fan Yuanyang back to the capital, and he almost single-handedly stopped the light and dark forces that were chasing Fan Yuanyang. However, he was intercepted by the Zifu leader who covered his face with dead wood and beat Fan Yuanyang to death with one palm. , broke the neck of the eight-legged male, and when he was about to leave, he was captured and killed by the diligent and holy people led by Wei Xiwu, so all the two high-ranking officials inside and outside the huge palace died, and he had no choice but to kill the two who had never known him. The middle official who showed the landscape succeeded.
And even if there were many lieutenants who were dissatisfied or felt that this matter was strange, they had to bow down to the imperial edict and wait for the two unfamiliar-faced lieutenants to take over the title of Eight-Legged Male Purple Talisman respectively. It was just after noon. They all stood together at the Shinsai Palace.
The official in the new purple talisman has extremely soft eyebrows and slender fingers. The new eight-legged male has a broad body, but his face is dark, and his speech is also deep.
Zifu took out an iron order from his waist, wrapped it in plain yellow silk, put it on Bazu Gong's hands, hugged his shoulders and whispered softly, "The emperor's order and plain yellow silk, it seems that the previous Zifu and Bazu We still have an irreversible friendship. Even if we usually have a lot of talk, being able to entrust these two objects shows that the friendship is not bad. It's a pity that the situation has changed, otherwise we can really enjoy the wine and talk. "
"Who says it's not the case? Both of them are determined to be the masters of the saint, but it is still a pity. Even if they are not dead, they will not be able to show up in the palace in the future. However, this irreversible friendship seems to me to be a bit far-fetched." The Eight-legged Duke laughed heartily. He looked at the purple talisman up and down several times and shook his head. "You are too thin. It seems that you will still be unable to leave the palace for a long time. You will be troubled by everything. It seems that you are still the Eight-legged My business is better, but it’s hard for you, the new Zifu.”
Zi Fu smiled lightly and shook the snow from his clothes, "It's not easy to talk about other things. It's not difficult to be a person, but I'm not used to it at noon."
The eight-legged male laughed angrily, "Do you get used to it sooner or later?"
But Zi Fu stopped talking and reached out to pat the Eight-legged Male on the shoulder.
"Let's go, the new official has taken office, let's go have a drink."
Ten miles outside the capital city, there are tombs all over the place. Here comes a young man with a fresh wound on his face that has not yet healed. He is carrying a big gun on his shoulder, and in front of him is a woman wearing a bamboo hat. She is standing in front of two new tombs. After a long time, he turned around and left.
Zhao Ziyang previously only knew that this woman with cold features must be related to some prince or official, but with the unrest all the way in the capital, he vaguely guessed that this girl's origin might be very extraordinary. Not broken. The reason why the man from Kuimen had set up the Five Feet Realm was, firstly, to kidnap this woman, and secondly, to prevent Fan Yuanyang from entering the capital. Unfortunately, Yun Zhong destroyed this plan. Just two
At that time, Fan Yuanyang died, and the little maid and Qin Xiu died. No one else might be able to survive, but this woman who was obviously very weak but pretended to be as cold as her eyebrows still went to the outside of the city to take the little maid and Qin Xiu away. Xiu hid it until her whole body was trembling, but still managed not to reveal any of her feminine delicacy. Even Zhao Ziyang admired the woman's ability to bite her teeth.
"The Fan family is not too far from the capital. I don't have much money to give you now. You might as well send me back to the Fan family and then make plans."
"How can you use credit to do things for others?" Zhao Ziyang planned to say a few more words, but the woman's body almost collapsed, and she reluctantly put her head on Zhao Ziyang's chest, her shoulders trembling.
The broken snow cannot be seen clearly, and there is no peace for a moment. The young man, who is still injured, is carrying a girl on his back, and he always feels that his hair bun has been wet one after another.
