Queen Mother Xi didn’t tell me who I should be careful about in the end, and I didn’t continue to ask.
Although I didn’t know why Queen Mother Xi had such a big change, she consciously told me that this didn’t seem to be a good thing.
After the funerals of Xia Houyuanrang and Ji Hong, basically all the members of the seven families left, while the rest of us were still busy dealing with the work at hand.
After the death of the two old men, many of the covetous San Mo seemed unwilling to hide under the light of the Qi Family and began to make moves.
This was actually a very troublesome thing for people going to Tongmen.
We have to stop and clean up the mess.
"I heard that there is a Guanyin statue on the back hill of White Horse Temple.
It is very efficacious.
I want to see it once."
Early in the morning, Xie Si told me that she wanted to visit the White Horse Temple.
I nodded.
Gu Xinlie and others have been really busy recently.
In addition to dealing with the scattered matters, they also have to investigate matters related to the Tongmen.
This period of time is my most leisure time.
It can also be said to be a buffer.
Expect.
I had nothing to do, but now that Xie Si had spoken, I nodded and agreed.
But for the sake of safety, I still asked Hua Mulan, Ya Shajin and Chen Changsheng to leave with me.
This was not to protect me, but to protect Xie Si.
White Horse Temple is a very remote temple.
It is not in the city of Hangzhou, but is located on a green mountain on the outskirts of the city.
The mountain is hundreds of meters high and somewhat steep.
There is a step made of bluestones that leads directly to the mountain, but it is so , I was still afraid that Xie Si would be tired, so I took a long rest in the middle.
"Why did you think of coming to the White Horse Temple?
You haven't always believed in these gods and Buddhas."
Walking in the shade of the mountains, I turned my head and said with a smile.
Xie Si has never believed in ghosts and gods, even if she has encountered it before, even if she has suffered a loss in this regard, she still does not believe it.
It's like she doesn't believe in fate.
"Ever since you always came back with scars all over, I gradually started to believe you."
Xie Si shook my hand and smiled brightly.
I smiled softly, full of warmth and guilt.
"I'm back now.
I'll come to this place less often in the future.
I'm afraid you'll be too tired."
I squinted my eyes and smiled at Xie Si, rubbing her head.
Xie Si smiled and leaned against my arm, and then said softly: "Yeah, I really shouldn't be too tired in the future.
I'm afraid I won't come to this place very often."
I nodded, not noticing the warmth in Xie Si's eyes.
After reaching the top of the mountain, an antique temple appeared in front of us.
This temple has white tiles and white walls.
There is a sculpture of a horse covered in cassocks in front of the temple.
From time to time, Buddha's name comes from the temple.
It seems It is extremely Buddha-like, not to mention the big flag swaying in the wind on the temple, the black and gold characters seem to be the eyes of the Buddhas from ancient times, overlooking all things on the earth.
"Strange, why is there no one there?"
Xie Si stood on tiptoes and murmured.
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I knocked her on the head: "Stupid, everyone who is willing to worship Buddha must go to Lingyin Temple.
This White Horse Temple is high in the mountains and far away.
How many people can come back?
Besides, today is not a special day, and the time is not right.
You are the only one."
A silly girl wants to come."
Xie Si wrinkled his nose, then stuck out his tongue at me: "Then I'll go in."
"Do you want me to go with you?"
I looked at her and said.
Xie Si shook his head: "No, no, just worship by yourself.
What if you come in with me and they kick you out?"
Xie Si smiled, then waved to me, and trotted into the temple. .
The moment Xie Si entered the temple, the smile on my face instantly solidified.
"Kill them all, go and protect your sister-in-law."
Ya Sha Jin nodded when he heard the words, and then strolled towards the temple.
"You guys have been following me for so long, please come out.
Although I don't know who you are, but it's not easy for such an old man to follow me for more than an hour."
I took out a cigarette from my pocket, and then walked away The man with the golden sword sat on the grindstone at the entrance of the temple, looking at the quiet woods around him with cold eyes.
After hearing what I said, someone was following me, Hua Mulan and Chen Changsheng also immediately entered a state of preparation for battle.
They drew their weapons and stood on both sides of me, looking around vigilantly.
As soon as I finished speaking, a breeze blew by, and the woods in front of me shook.
Three old men in linen clothes appeared in front of me.
The three old men in linen clothes had white hair and white beards, with indifferent expressions and a trace between their eyebrows.
A kind of compassionate flavor, which seems to be like an ascetic who saves people.
They were standing on their feet, with swords hanging on their waists, and their bodies were burly.
Although they looked old, they did not feel aging at all, and they looked extremely brave.
"I didn't expect you to find traces of the three of us.
I underestimated you.
But now that I have discovered it, I am telling the truth.
My little friend, you have the same treasure as me and Geshan.
I hope you can return it to me."
The old man in Mai looked at me and said softly.
There was no violence or edge in his tone of voice, just like the sky today, with light wind and calm clouds.
"Wakayama" I narrowed my eyes.
Golden Island, Caesar Clan, Wakayama, Potala Palace.
Unexpectedly, I only heard this name in the Potala Palace last month and bumped into it today.
But what makes me a little curious is that as an authentic Japanese, this old man speaks Chinese really well.
"Something, what do you want?"
I didn't obey him because he came from Wakayama, one of the four great families, but I didn't dare to relax in the slightest.
This old man gave me a very dangerous feeling, even worse than the sense of crisis that Tang Long gave me.
Much more powerful.
"Thirty years ago, Hu Bayi stole a swan bead from me and Geshan, and killed dozens of me and Geshan warriors.
Ten years ago, I came to China, and after several searches, I found no whereabouts, but recently I found myself in a small village.
My friend smells a bit like 鸸鸱鸳pearls.”
The old man in sackcloth said, with a calm expression.
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I frowned: "Based on your guess, I conclude that the bird's pearl is in my hand."
Although I didn't say anything negative, my heart was already in turmoil.
Mr.
Nima Hu, didn’t you say you picked up this bead?
How could you steal it?
And this bead is in my body now, how can I take it out?
"A few days ago, when my friend was using the Tiger Pearl to transform his body in the Potala Palace, the old man was drinking tea with the Snow King, so he chased me here.
If the little friend is willing to return the Bird Pearl to me, and follow the old man back Wakayama has apologized to the souls of those dead samurai for ten years, old and decrepit."
I twitched the corner of my mouth, then took a deep breath, and said extremely seriously: "There are no beads, and I also tell you, I'll go fuck you."
The old man in sackcloth did not get angry when he heard this, but closed his eyes.
There was sadness and pity on his face full of old wrinkles.
He opened his eyes slightly and said sternly: "Since I don't want to return the Pearl, then I'm offended."
"Wait, wait, wait."
At this moment, Chen Changsheng suddenly stood up.
"You are from Wakayama, right?
I am from Wudang Mountain.
You should know my master Duocui, right?"
Chen Changsheng stretched out his hands in front of his chest and made a gesture of stopping.
His expression was very calm, but from my direction I could clearly see a layer of fine beads of sweat on his neck.
"It's natural for me to know you, fellow Taoist Duo Cui."
The old ant leader nodded and said in a clear voice: "However, there must be no compromise on the bird bead.
This is related to my reputation with Geshan.
Since you are my old friend's apprentice, I will spare your life."
"Fuck you big watermelon, you don't even give me the respect of my master.
Today I really want to try to see which one is stronger, my Wudang Mountain's Fu Dao or your Wakayama's Kendo."
Chen Changsheng saw the murderous intention of the old man Mai.
Decided, he couldn't help but said angrily.
Three against three, a battle is inevitable.
"Takuori."
The bald old man standing on the right side of the old man in Mai pulled out the simple blade from his waist.
The narrow samurai sword was engraved with a delicate scene of surging waves.
A heavy force spread quietly and was majestic. .
"Big watermelon."
Chen Changsheng curled his lips, shook his hands, and two iron talismans immediately fell into his palms.
The iron talismans were engraved with black and purple inscriptions.
This is Chen Changsheng's ultimate killing move, which has the ability to melt bones.
The poisonous talisman seal.
The old man standing on the right side of the old man in sackcloth raised his hand and pulled out the blade from his waist.
He was speechless and his eyes were extremely indifferent, as if what he was facing was not just a battle.
"The name of the sword is Xiuchun."
Hua Mulan drew out the blade expressionlessly.
The silver-white blade seemed to sing the praises of cruelty and killing that had been delayed for thousands of years.
Different from the old man's simple blade, the brand-new blade of Xiuchun Knife was exuding...
A hint of cold light.
I licked my lips, stood up, and looked at the old man Mai who had not made any move.
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The old man in sackcloth smiled slightly, raised his hand and said: "There is no need for weapons.
I can try my fist with the old man."
I sneered and answered him with an extremely dull punch. fist palm I smiled.
I would rather fight with fists than use a knife.
Although I always use famous swords, I consciously say that my sword skills are really poor.
Compared with my boxing and kicking skills that were personally trained by Hu Baye and Liu Xuance, the difference is not even the slightest bit worse.
From the beginning when I had no strength in my hands to the later learning of swordsmanship, the process during this period was actually very small.
It can be said that I had almost no opportunities to practice and no opponents for me to practice with.
For example, knife masters like Gu Xinlie are not on the same level as me.
Contacting them is tantamount to courting death.
But when it comes to fists and kicks, I have a little bit of confidence in myself.
For example, facing this old man in sackcloth, I am confident that if my fists and kicks are better, I will definitely not be killed instantly
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