Qian Jiao said again:
“During the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, I will ask Laoxiong to use excuses to transfer the Shenjie Army away.
At that time, there were only less than a hundred Black Panther Cavalry Guards left by the Holy Sage.
As long as Brahma Fatian and others suddenly attack at this time, my father, who has an unstable temperament, is partial and ruthless, will not be able to escape. "
This man smiled softly, as if nothing had happened, but what he revealed was his plan to kill the king and kill his father.
Qian Jiao's face immediately darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said fiercely:
"It's a pity that this idiot Brahma Fatian died and lost the help of experts like him. I'm afraid this plan will be greatly compromised."
Mrs. Zhen, a beautiful woman with her hair in a ponytail and a beautiful red dress, said:
"I didn't expect that the new Taifu's martial arts were so high. Even Brahma Fa Tian, who has been sweeping the north for many years and made all Buddhist sects fearful, was no match for him."
Qian Jiao nodded and said:
"King Zuo Ming is willing to help me. It is because of this person that the Qin Emperor's Palace has sent 'Chi Mei' for many operations, but failed to succeed. This shows that it is not simple."
Cao Shi, the tall man with beard, said:
"Do I need my subordinates to send someone to Prince Hui's Mansion to investigate?"
Qian Jiao waved his hand and said:
"No need. The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is coming soon, and it is not appropriate to stir up trouble and create side effects at this time.
No matter how high his martial arts skills are, King Qi'an can still defeat thousands of troops with just one head and two arms. "
In Prince Hui's Mansion, after seven weeks of King Qi'an's meritorious service, his vitality was restored, he was full of energy, and the injuries caused by the Brahma Law Heaven were gone.
He had already made a plan, changed into night clothes, went out and ran towards Wanmiao Temple.
Wanmiao Temple is not located in the city, but is located at the foot of Qifeng Mountain in the western suburbs.
The nunnery is surrounded by trees on three sides. A mountain river flows in front of the nunnery. Two double-hole stone arch bridges span the river, connecting the two sides and leading directly to the mountain gate.
In such a peaceful and elegant environment, it is hard to imagine that there is a place of debauchery hidden inside.
Wang Qi'an sneaked to the temple and saw that the temple door was closed tightly and there was no sound around.
It's not like there are music and music here every night, all night long, why is it so quiet in the nunnery?
Not daring to be careless, he walked around and found nothing suspicious.
He jumped onto a towering tree outside the side courtyard, and after seeing clearly the layout of the buildings inside the nunnery, he headed towards the main hall where the light shone.
"Master Wanmiao, the Supreme Living Buddha's sacrifice cannot be in vain, so you must order me to lead people to attack Prince Hui's Mansion, remove the bones and skin of the man named Wang, and cut his body into thousands of pieces."
As soon as Wang Qi'an arrived, he heard someone mentioning himself and felt strange.
Without making a sound, he moved a piece of green tile, exposed a crack, and peered down.
There were only four people in the hall.
A female nun who looks to be in her twenties is located at the upper left corner of the hall.
She has curved eyebrows and a straight nose, and a pretty face. Even under her apricot-yellow cassock, her slim and graceful figure cannot be concealed.
From the title just mentioned, this woman should be Master Wanmiao, the hostess of this nunnery.
To his right, there is an old monk sitting with his white eyebrows lowered and his expression solemn. He is meditating with his eyes closed.
Under the steps between the two of them, on the left is a tall, fat and round young monk with a fair and beardless face.
The person on the right has his head shaved bald from front to back, with straight hair standing up on both sides, shaped like sharp horns.
This man looks rough and has a three-shaped scar on the left side of his face, which makes him look very fierce.
Master Wan Miao said calmly:
"His Royal Highness King Jun has sent someone to warn me and tell us to restrain ourselves for a few days.
Sanscar Toutuo, please don’t act rashly and harm our Wanmiao Temple. "
The white monk said:
"People cannot be resurrected after death. Since the soul of the Supreme Living Buddha has ascended to the Western Heaven, we still have to find a way out. If we disobey orders at this time and offend His Highness King Jun, we will lose more than we gain."
The man with hair like horns and a scar on his face said:
"Master Yuantong turns out to be as timid as a mouse."
Wan Miao snorted coldly and said:
"Sanscar Toutuo, you think this is your Youji Sixteenth Prefecture, and the Supreme Temple is lawless. Prince Hui's Mansion is guarded by the Shenjie Army, how can you easily move it?"
Sanscar Toutuo snorted coldly, seemingly disapproving.
At this time, the white-browed old monk who had been silent opened his eyes, turned to Sanscar Toutuo and said:
"A little impatience will mess up a big plan. His Royal Highness King Jun has made a plan. On the day of the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, Wang Qi'an's head will be cut off and handed over to your Supreme Temple to worship the living Buddha's spirit in heaven."
Wang Qi'an thought, this white-browed monk has a solemn appearance. If he hadn't met him here, he would have thought he was a holy monk with profound Buddhist teachings.
At this time, someone outside the hall suddenly shouted:
"Someone broke into the nunnery! Catch the thief quickly."
Wang Qi'an was shocked, thinking that someone had discovered him.
Yun Gong was alert, and after listening carefully, he realized that the noise was coming from the backyard.
Four people in the hall had rushed out and rushed towards the place where the sound came from.
The sound of weapons clashing sounded. It seemed that someone had intercepted the intruder, and the two sides started fighting.
Wang Qi'an muttered to himself, who, like himself, would come here to explore the mystery at night?
His body flashed, he jumped up and down, and in an instant he sneaked to the roof of the courtyard where the fight was taking place.
Several nuns and monks were already lying on the ground, apparently knocked down by the intruders.
In the courtyard, a man in black clothed all over was fighting with Master Sanscar Toutuo and Master Yuantong who had just arrived from the main hall.
Master Wan Miao and the old monk with white eyebrows stood aside, watching the changes in the situation in the field.
At this time, more people came one after another and surrounded the courtyard without any orders.
What surprised Wang Qi'an was that these human body movements were light and agile, and their movements were quick, which showed that their martial arts were not weak.
The fact that such a large number of martial arts masters are hiding here may be related to Qian Jiao's plan mentioned by Monk Baimei.
Wang Qi'an looked into the field. The man in black seemed not to be affected by the enemies surrounding the scene.
Sanscar Toutuo uses a heavy iron staff, which can split rocks and penetrate mountains, creating a powerful force.
Master Yuantong has a pair of thick palms, and his gestures change, either patting or pressing, rubbing his body to attack.
The body in black is erratic, the sword skills in his hands are superb, and the moves are fierce and mysterious. He is still particularly capable of dealing with the joint attack of two masters.
This man's sword skills seemed familiar, and Wang Qi'an seemed to have seen him somewhere.
Wan Miao saw that Sanscar Toutuo and the two could not stop fighting for a long time, so she couldn't help but nodded slightly to the nun next to her with sharp cheeks.
The nun jumped out and jumped into the field. She held a fly whisk in her hand and her clothes fluttered around the three of them.
Although this nun did not join the battle, his peeping gaze increased the pressure on the man in black.
The weapon in his hand suddenly flew out, spinning sharply in front of the enemy. When it returned to his hand, it had already struck a dozen times forward in an instant.
Sanscar Toutuo and Master Yuantong were forced to panic by the weapons that suddenly flew in. Before they could regroup their attack, the blade was already approaching.
The iron staff of Sanscar Tutuo fell to the ground, and he fell back sharply. Master Yuantong fell over and rolled to one side like a ball.
The turning nun saw that the door behind the man in black was wide open. She quickly swept out the whisk in her hand and rolled it towards his neck with a vicious move.
The man in black seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He stepped forward, turned his wrist, and spun the long knife out again. After turning around, he accurately slashed the nun's wrist.
