As soon as Master Zhuangzi's voice fell, a brocade guard lit a stick of incense, and the green smoke curled up, which looked so peaceful, but it contained the murderous intent of framing.

"Got it." Xinci slowly bowed his head and turned to enter the temple.

The brocade guards all stared at the pillar of incense, waiting for it to finish burning......

In the backyard, Wang Xian was still meditating with his eyes closed, and he also looked anxiously at the door first, and finally saw someone coming.

"Uncle Heart!" didn't care about the usual contradictions, and suddenly jumped in front of Xinci, and said anxiously: "Hurry up and persuade my master, he has to wait here for death." ”

Xinci saw Wang Xian sitting cross-legged from outside the door, his eyes shone with approval, and he said softly: "Senior brother, the master is invited." ”

Wang Xian nodded, then slowly got up, and followed Xinci to the abbot's courtyard, followed by Ye Xian with a worried face, Ye Xian also carried an iron rod in his hand, as if he was Wang Xian's bodyguard.

"Let's go inside." When he arrived outside the abbot's room, Xinci stood still and reassured Wang Xian to go, but stopped him outside first.

I can't help it first, Chao Xinci made a grimace, and guarded the door of the abbot's room with him left and right, just like two door gods......

In the abbot's room, Dao Yan was still sitting in the same half-dead appearance.

Wang Xian didn't speak, but saluted Daoyan like a ritual, and sat on the futon opposite.

"Don't pretend." Dao Yan raised his wrinkled eyelids, and in the dim eyes, a penetrating gaze radiated: "Otherwise, let's continue to sit down, I'm not in a hurry anyway." ”

"Hehe...... Wang Xian finally couldn't help but speak: "Obey the master's orders." "Meaning, you asked me to say it, not my vows!

"I didn't expect you to have a little concentration," Dao Yan said lightly: "I thought you would be scared away." ”

"I don't really have any determination, I just admit death." Wang Xian smiled: "I believe that the master will not ignore me." ”

"Haven't you heard that I am the first ruthless person in the world?" Dao Yan chuckled.

"The so-called extremes of things must be opposed, and ruthlessness to the extreme will give birth to sentient beings." Wang Xian smiled: "And I don't care what others say, I only believe in my own feelings, the master is really affectionate to me." ”

"I see you're being sentimental." Dao Yan snorted coldly.

"Hey, hey." Wang Xian touched his stubble head, smiled and didn't speak.

"You're in luck." Dao Yan glanced at him, and the domineering spirit hidden under a monk's robe spontaneously appeared, and it filled the corners of the entire Zen room: "I actually bumped into a rebel to kick my field!" As he spoke, his triangular eyes revealed a surging evil spirit: "I really can't imagine that if the old man doesn't mess with others, others will burn high incense." When you are old, someone dares to provoke you! ”

"That's it!" Wang Xian hurriedly fanned the flames and said: "The tiger is not powerful, I think it is a sick cat!" ”

"Shut up!" Dao Yan scolded: "It's not all you who get into trouble!" ”

"The master is the big backer of the apprentice." Wang Xian smiled and said, "I am desperate, I can only count on you." ”

"Fart." Dao Yan unceremoniously debunked him and said, "If you rely on yourself, you can fight with them on an equal footing!" ”

"But what the apprentice wants is not to be evenly divided," Wang Xian held back his smile and said, "It's about winning!" ”

"This is too unlevel, how can anyone who fights have a winning game?" Dao Yan shook his head.

"As long as the master makes a move, he will win!" After Wang Xian finished speaking, he reacted and was overjoyed: "So, the master is willing to help?" ”

"How can you be sure that I will help the prince?" Dao Yan was a little curious.

"The master's willingness to accept me as an apprentice is proof of this!" Wang Xian patted his chest.

"Uh......" Dao Yan thought for a moment, shook his head and said with a smile: "The old man is really old, and he actually let your kid see it through." ”

"Master, don't be emotional." Wang Xian took off the mask of the old god and urged anxiously. "The fire is going to the roof!"

"Panic what! The sky can't fall! Dao Yan was domineering.

"Master, real man." Wang Xian's eyes flashed into the little star and said, "Idol! ”

"You're a puppet." No matter how smart Dao Yan was, he couldn't understand the words six hundred years later, so he glared at him and said, "Actually, I didn't want to interfere this time, but since people have bullied Lao Qu at the door, Lao Ge will pretend to be a grandson again, and he will really become a grandson." The aura of going out of the dust on Dao Yan's body suddenly subsided, and it was replaced by the domineering spirit of killing the wolf in the past: "This time it is also the death of King Han and Ji Gang." Originally, the emperor needed someone to check and balance the crown prince, so he kept the two of them all the time. As a result, the two fools thought that the emperor was weak and could be bullied, and they actually had to make inches! As everyone knows, the emperor has already drawn a red line for them, and in the red line, they will toss and cross the red line, and they will only have a dead end! ”

"So, does the emperor really have an arrangement?" Wang Xian's expression perked up, and the hairs on his body became excited.

"They have been tossing for so long, do you think the emperor can not notice?" Dao Yan sneered: "If that's the case, he doesn't deserve to be called the Yongle Emperor!" ”

"What is the emperor's arrangement?" Wang Xian's heart is depressed, when is this happening, don't be emotional, let's get to the point?

"I don't know." How did the old monk give such an answer.

"Huh?" Wang Xian's mouth was wide open.

"Ah what, the child is just playing at home, and the emperor still needs to work hard to discuss with me?" Wang Xian's reaction was very much in line with the old monk's bad taste, and he smiled disdainfully: "Let me tell you straight, stinky boy, the emperor went to Beijing to vacate the battlefield, so that the prince and the two tigers of the Han Dynasty could fight, and the prince would only be eligible to inherit his throne if he won!" Otherwise, do you think that the emperor has worked hard to build the Ming Dynasty so easily handed over to the prince? ”

"What if the prince loses?" Wang Xian, this Khan, if this is the case, the emperor's father is really ruthless.

"Isn't there still a grandson?" The old monk said quietly.

"Uh......" Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, and then replied in time: "Why did the master teach me?" ”

"Yes, it seems that the mood has improved." The old monk nodded approvingly and said, "Listen, I'll only say three things!" ”

"Yes!" Wang Xian immediately reined in his mind and straightened his ears to listen.

"First, you hurry out and leave the capital with the prince." The old monk said lightly: "Second, let the prince go to Zhenjiang to join the avant-garde of the government army, and then stick there." After a pause, he looked at Wang Xian and said, "Third, you have to rush to Beijing within three days." ”

"Huh?" Wang Xian finally waited for the old monk's clever plan, but after listening to it, he was not happy, but had mixed feelings in his heart: "Master, first, my plan is to stick to the capital." Second, the order received by the advance guard of the government army should be to return to the capital. Third, what am I going to Beijing for now? ”

"Do you really want to hear an explanation?" The old monk smiled, and there was already a sound of chaos outside!

"Forget it, I'll listen to you." Wang Xian knew that this was Jinyiwei coming in, and he was depressed in his heart, your old man was talking nonsense for a long time, but the result was good, and he didn't have time to get to the point.

At this time, the door of the meditation room opened, not only first, Xinci came in, but also Xinyan and a dry monk, all the monks were dressed in short clothes, holding forty or fifty pounds of Zen staff in their hands, and they were in a desperate posture.

"Let's go." The old monk smiled at the disciples and smiled.

"Master......" All the monks knelt down in unison, crying silently......

Outside Qingshou Temple, a stick of incense finally burned out. The brocade guards never saw a bald head again, let alone Wang Xian.

"Kill it!" Zhuang Jing suddenly regretted a little, he still trusted himself, knowing that there were Wang Xian and Daoyan, the most cunning masters and apprentices in the world, why did he give them a stick of incense. Thinking of this, he kicked the incense burner away, gritted his teeth and said, "Except for Dao Yan, don't kill him!" ”

As soon as Master Zhuang gave an order, the brocade guards, who had long been suffocated, poured into the temple from all directions like a tide.

However, the hungry wolf-like brocade guards rushed through the courtyard after courtyard, but they didn't see a single living person.

The reason why it is emphasized that not a single living person has seen it is because they have seen a dead person.

To be precise, a dead monk.

A young monk was hung from the big bell of the temple, his tongue sticking out long, very hideous.

When he saw the appearance of the little monk, Zhuang Jing's pupils couldn't help but shrink, that was the fine work he had placed in Qingshou Temple! The uneasiness in his heart intensified......

"Report!" A thousand households ran over and knelt down on one knee to report: "The whole temple has been searched, and there is only an old monk in the abbot's room!" And no more! ”

"How is that possible?" Zhuang Jing was a little crazy, obviously just a moment ago, he had also determined that everyone, including Wang Xian, was in the temple. He suddenly said with a row of thighs: "There must be a secret passage, hurry up and find it, dig three feet into the ground and find it out!" ”

"Yes!" Qianhu took the order and left, and the next moment, the Qingshou Temple was hit by the seedlings, and countless brocade guards took knives and guns and smashed them everywhere, looking for the secret passage that might be stored.

Zhuang Jing came to the abbot's room, he took a deep breath, and he didn't dare to take that step. Master Zhuang couldn't believe it, he had come to this kind of journey, and he was still a little afraid to meet the old monk.

Fortunately, the sound of ping-pong around reminded him that now I am the sword warrior, and the old monk is the fish and meat, what else is there to be afraid of?

Only then did he settle down, gritted his teeth, and pushed the door in.

I saw Dao Yan sitting on the futon, and the sun shone on the wrinkled face of the old monk, and there was a sense of sacredness.

It was completely uncontrollable, Zhuang Jing blurted out: "Master......"

"I thought you wouldn't dare come in." The old monk still looked down on everyone and said with a laugh.

This sound brought Zhuang Jing back to his senses, and the big lama sat cross-legged opposite the old monk, and said disdainfully: "I dare to rebel, why don't I dare to see you?" ”

"You're afraid of me." The old monk said slowly.

"Joke!" Zhuang Jing drew his sword, and the sharp blade rested on the old monk's neck. "I can kill you with my hands, I'm afraid of your ball!"