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Nie Wushuang suddenly woke up, and Qingyuan, who was sleeping, also got up. He looked at the banging door and asked in a low voice: "What on earth is going on?" The slightly harsh words had a strange and calming power.

"Abbott, it's the rebels! They are coming to search the temple!" the monk who brought the news said breathlessly.

Qingyuan pondered for a moment and said, "I know, step back."

"But..." The monk outside the house was panicked and wanted to say more.

"Stand back. I'll go out to meet them later." Qingyuan stood up and put on his monk's robes.

"Yes." The monk finally left.

Qingyuan put on his cassock and walked to Nie Wushuang's bed. Nie Wushuang's heart almost jumped out of his chest. She looked at him steadily, stretched out her hand to grab a piece of his clothes, and after a while she found her voice: "He's here... Feng"

Qingyuan shook her cold hand, and his young and bland eyebrows were comforting: "Don't worry, Donglin Temple is a royal temple, he will naturally leave if he can't find her."

"Really...are you going to leave if you can't find him?" Nie Wushuang felt great worry in his heart. The Xiao Fengqing she knew was not someone who gave up easily.

"Definitely, unless he is willing to risk the disapproval of the world. Donglin Temple is not a place where he can do whatever he wants." Qingyuan helped her up, stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the wall, and a dark secret room appeared. displayed in front of the two of them.

"This..." Nie Wushuang couldn't help but exclaimed in low voice.

Qingyuan led her into the secret room and explained: "This was originally a secret room to protect the Buddhist scripture manuscripts of the previous abbots. It can be ventilated. The empress can hide for now."

Nie Wushuang's heart finally settled down. She hid inside, and Qingyuan looked at her panicked eyes and whispered a Buddhist prayer: "Don't worry, my queen, even if Qingyuan dies, my queen will not be harmed in the slightest."

After he said that, he closed the door of the secret room, and one wall was intact again.

Darkness came and all the light was blocked out. Nie Wushuang hugged herself tightly. His last words gave her great comfort, but... could she really get through the danger safely?

She bit her lower lip and stared straight at the only light in the ventilation hole...

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The huge bronze bell of Donglin Temple rang, and the huge Buddhist hall was filled with monks. Candles as thick as a baby's arms illuminated the entire Buddhist hall like daylight. All the monks bowed their heads and recited scriptures, but the murmuring Sanskrit sounds could not offset the cold murderous aura brought by the long sword with a handle as cold as autumn water outside the hall.

Qingyuan came slowly, the night wind blew his red cassock, and his elegant and kind eyebrows were like the gods and Buddhas who save all living beings in the darkness. When all the monks saw that he had finally arrived, they turned their heads with hope on their faces.

Qingyuan looked at the man sitting in front of the golden Buddha and couldn't help but pause. I saw Xiao Fengqing leaning on a chair in front of the Buddha statue, playing with a long sword in her hand. The silver-white armor coldly reflected the candlelight in the temple. He was like a Shura who haunted the night. He was murderous all the way and finally arrived in front of this god and Buddha.

When Xiao Fengqing saw him coming, she raised her beautiful long eyebrows and said, "Is she hiding here?"

Qingyuan whispered a Buddhist name: "May I ask His Highness Prince Rui, who is she referring to?"

Something sank in Xiao Fengqing's eyes. He slowly stood up and looked at the fearless young monk in front of him. His handsome eyes narrowed slightly: "Who does she refer to? Don't you know?"

"The poor monk really doesn't know." Qingyuan raised his head, his clear eyes filled with compassion: "Monks don't lie. Your Highness, Prince Rui, doesn't need to be suspicious."

Don’t know? ! The veins on Xiao Fengqing's smooth forehead twitched slightly. He took out a phoenix hairpin from his arms, stared at Qingyuan in front of him, and sneered: "I picked this up on the road to Donglin Temple. In this hundred-mile radius, where else could she hide except Donglin Temple?" go?"

Qingyuan looked at Xiao Fengqing in front of him, and whispered a Buddhist chant, his voice as clear as jade congs striking each other: "There is more than one temple in Donglin Temple within this hundred miles radius, not to mention, how could His Highness be sure that someone is hiding in Donglin Temple within this hundred miles radius?" In Lin Temple?"

The entire Buddhist hall suddenly fell into a dead silence, and everyone's eyes were only fixed on the two people in front of them. A person is like a god or Buddha, compassionate and calm. The other person, covered in blood and full of violence, looked like both Shura and the God of Killing. At Donglin Temple late at night, the mountain breeze blew by, making people feel chilly for no reason.

"Okay, why don't you tell me?" Xiao Fengqing sneered, and the cold laughter penetrated people's hearts: "Come here! Seal the temple! Search each Zen room for me!"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the Buddhist temple burst into an uproar. Donglin Temple has a high status. It is the royal temple of Yingguo and has always been enshrined by the royal family. Now Xiao Fengqing actually ordered the temple to be sealed and searched! This is simply a shame and humiliation that Donglin Temple has never heard of or experienced in the hundreds of years since its establishment.

Qingyuan's eyebrows remained calm, but the monks below had already stood up and loudly scolded Xiao Fengqing.

Xiao Fengqing looked at the turbulent mood among the monks below, curled her thin lips, and sneered: "Come here, tie them all up!" The soldiers waiting outside the hall rushed in and tied up the monks who were causing trouble one by one. There was silence for a hundred years. There was a cry of mourning in front of the Buddhist temple. Some timid monks, who had never seen such a battle, were trembling on the ground and chanting sutras loudly.

Qingyuan sighed, sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha, and silently recited the scriptures. The abbot did this, and the frightened monks below also followed suit, and suddenly the whole hall was filled with the sound of Sanskrit. The verses of great compassion had a strange power that made the soldiers who bound the monks hesitate.

Xiao Fengqing looked at the fear on the soldier's face, sneered at the tall golden Buddha statue, and said word by word: "If we can't find her, I will bloodbath Donglin Temple to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

After he finished speaking, he turned the long sword in his hand, pressed it against Qingyuan's throat, and asked sternly: "Tell me! Where is she hiding?!"

Qingyuan closed his eyes, no longer looked at him, and sighed in a low voice: "His Royal Highness Prince Rui has fallen into the devil's trap. Only by putting down the butcher knife and turning around can we reach the end."

There was compassion in his voice, which made Xiao Fengqing startled. But the next moment, he sneered: "Look back? I can't turn back anymore, shore? Where is the other shore with her? If I can't find her, I swear, the whole world will not be able to live in peace!"

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