Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 227 Sword Qi and Xiao Xin
(14)

It was night, after the end of the song, after the crowd had cleared up and sent off several gourmet guests, the sky was already completely dark.Pretending to be a devout believer is not an easy task, and these days, Murong Yan not only has to run between several characters, but also cannot forget the real purpose of her trip.

She went deep into the den of wolves and tigers, defying hardships and dangers, fearing every day, and suffering irresponsible disasters that were difficult to get rid of, all just to give a little girl she met by chance a chance to choose her own life.

Murong Yan could have just left, anyway, she can always find the most correct direction.But she didn't.

After the Xianbei witch and her lover cleaned up the leftovers in the room, they couldn't wait to remove the cumbersome makeup on their faces.

In front of the desk by the window, she hurriedly took out one of her most precious items from her bag - a carved bronze mirror, which was the only intact thing she brought out from Fu's house.

Put the mirror on the table, face yourself in the mirror and ponder carefully, count whether there are new wrinkles on your face, and comb your long black and thick hair.This is one of the few relaxing moments for Murong Yan in every night when she doesn't know where her future is.

Usually, Bai Feng would sit not far away in a relaxed manner, looking at the calligraphy, paintings and scriptures in the room, while secretly looking at Murong Yan, hoping that the other party would beg her to go over and help her. Something, like when the other party puts on the heavy makeup of a prostitute, Murong Yan will let the young swordsman complete the last few strokes, so that Bai Feng can get close to the other party in the name of fairness.

Of course Murong Yan was very aware of that young swordsman's cautious thinking. The two of them had a tacit understanding with each other. Just when she thought she could control this man at will, the other party would often deliberately distance herself from her the next moment.This has become an unwritten iron law, no matter how hard and tired they are during the day, they will not spend too long cuddling and talking to each other at night.

Every time there is a little fire, the fire will be burnt out - there is an indescribably strong sense of self-discipline controlling Baifeng, so that he will not blindly indulge in the affair between men and women, but at the same time there is another element of affection, He had to give his lover his full attention.

But tonight, Bai Feng changed from usual.Seeing that there was no one around, he quickly closed all the doors and windows in a very light way, and put Murong Yan who was combing her hair in his arms as if pretending to be intimate, and asked in a low voice: "Yan'er, what is your 'witchcraft'? Did it work?"

"You bastard, you hurt me!" Murong Yan clutched the wooden comb to her chest, and there were still a few strands of hair tangled on it, so she complained like this just now, and said coquettishly: "Even if it is true that walls have ears, Brother Feng still wants to know Will you speak?"

"Don't act like a spoiled child to me, those officers have already become suspicious of us, if we delay for a while, I'm afraid there will only be other troubles!"

"According to what Mrs. Xiang said, the spirit didn't find the exact location of Mr. Su... but left a few very strange words."

"What?"

Murong Yan tilted her lovely head, thinking carefully, but after a while, there was a hasty knock on the door.

Seeing this, Bai Feng immediately carried Murong Yan to the direction of the bed, let her hold the Longming Sword and hid inside, lowered the curtain, played by ear, and then went to answer the door with a scripture, pretending to be a pair of lights to read at night. look like.

"Who is knocking at the door?"

"Benefactor Niu, it's an old monk. If you dare to ask about the Lotus Terrace tonight, will it disturb Madam Ling?"

"It's you? Old abbot, I don't know why you come to our place in the dead of night?"

"Nothing important, just a little greeting..."

After finishing speaking, Bai Feng welcomed the old abbot into the door.

"Aunt Yao is no more delicate and fragile than she looks on the outside. In fact, such a small matter can't affect her at all." Bai Feng explained, filling a cup of tea for the visitor and himself, "Look, old abbot, this is still not enough. Before midnight, she went back to bed and fell asleep."

"Niu benefactor, whether you believe it or not, this old monk is very sympathetic to what you have suffered. If life is happy and careers are smooth, who would want to change their surname and live in this ruined temple?" Monk Kongwo said with a sad face. : "In the temple, old monks who have experienced all kinds of hardships have heard about it. They often feel that they can't help everyone. They can only use a few words to untie other people's knots."

"Old abbot, why don't I understand your words? It's even harder to understand than the scriptures in the Buddhist scriptures!" Bai Feng laughed jokingly: "Are you still afraid, I will shake the fact that you are a fake monk?" exposed?"

"Hahaha, Master Niu is a generous person, so I won't beat around the bush." ​​Monk Kongwo said: "Actually, I have already prepared to commit suicide and apologize. Past sins cannot be forgiven. If the temple can be preserved , it is not a pity to kill me as an old monk."

"Isn't the old abbot's visit tonight just to say these things?"

"The old monk thought that the two benefactors had some malicious intentions and wanted to seize something, but I didn't expect that you just wanted to get rid of the entanglement of the officials so that you could devote yourself to the Buddha! If the two benefactors are still a little confused in the future, please You can come to the old monk by yourself, if you still insist on exposing the true identity of the old monk, the old monk will definitely not intervene."

When the conversation was short, Bai Feng thought it was deceitful, so he didn't dare to act rashly, and muttered to himself: "How can there be such a strange thing in this world, and the officials' chasing after him has made them loyal believers?" Pretending to ask questions on the Buddhist scriptures there, I thought for a long time.

After a while, Murong Yan leaned out from the curtain openly, pretending to be awakened by the noise, and complained: "Brother A Niu, why are you still awake?"

Seeing her approaching without hesitation, Monk Kongwo couldn't help sighing: "Sure enough, the rumors are true. Miss Yao is not an extraordinary person. If she can be firm in her Buddha, she will surely achieve a positive result in the future!"

"Old monk, stop complimenting me!" Murong Yan smiled and said, "Didn't you just say that I can ask you to answer any doubts? I want to know the meaning of the phrase 'Under the red leaves, there is also a mysterious place'." What's the meaning. Just now I repeated this sentence silently in my dream, but what is the intention of the Buddha and Bodhisattva?"

Monk Kongwo said: "These words...are you alluding to Hongye Town not far from Cangzhou City? As far as I know, Hongye Town is popular with Taiping Dao. Many people are confused by this and claim to outsiders that they have been promoted Immortal, it’s actually just an illusion caused by taking a miracle medicine.”

"Hongye Town, Brother A Niu, but that town we passed by on the road?" Murong Yan saw Bai Feng nodded, her face tensed instantly, and she pleaded with the old abbot, "Old monk, I know you are willing." Help us, why don't you just say a word to Mrs. Xiang for us, let her go home to recuperate well, don't worry about it..."

Monk Kongwo saw the other party's suddenly stern expression, afraid of offending something, agreed and left.

The lights in the wing room were quickly turned off, and it looked as if he had finally rested peacefully.But after a while, the neighing of two steeds passed through the night sky one after another, and monk Kuga just realized that the two benefactors left the temple during the night.

(End of this chapter)