Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 212 Wan'an Temple

That night.

The starry sky is lonely and the night is deep.

At this time, the streets and alleys in Dadu were empty, only teams of patrolling soldiers were constantly patrolling back and forth, looking around with sharp eyes, trying to find people who violated the prohibition. Those who dare to take to the streets will die.

What the Mongolian soldiers didn't see at this time was that a black shadow flashed past the eaves above their heads without making a sound of the wind, just like a ghost, drifting past the moonlight without leaving a trace trace.

Then came the second, third, and until the fourth and fifth shadows passed by, the patrolman raised his head and looked over his head as if aware of it, but found nothing, so he had to Shaking his head, he thought to himself that he was suspicious.

The five black shadows were extremely fast. Although the formation was scattered and seemed to be running separately, they were always moving towards a goal, without any intention of stopping.

When a tall pagoda came into view, everyone's eyes flashed a look, and they couldn't help but speed up a little.

Soon, the first black shadow disappeared into the shadow of a high wall, and then the four figures also flashed under the wall.

At this time, a ray of moonlight inadvertently pierced the shadow, and Song Qingshu's face was reflected, and beside him were Yang Yaoqin, Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting.

Song Qingshu didn't speak, but pouted into the wall, and the others understood and nodded.

Afterwards, several people jumped and turned into the wall.

At this time, a group of patrolling Mongolian soldiers had just turned around from the corner of the street, and the leader had a bright lantern in his hand, illuminating a plaque - Wan'an Temple.

"According to what Luzhangke said, that tower is where Juejue Shitai and Abbot Kongwen are imprisoned, and Yaoqin's father is also in there." Song Qingshu said in a low voice.

The rest of the people also looked at the tower.

"However, according to my investigation in the past few days, this place was originally a monastery, but there have been Mongolian soldiers stationed and patrolling it." Song Qingshu continued, "And the most important thing is that people deliver food and water to the pagoda every day. .”

"Well, in this way, what the Luzhangke said is credible." Song Yuanqiao said.

"Not bad." Song Qingshu also nodded.

"Then what are you waiting for, just rush in and save people." Mo Shenggu said.

Zhang Songxi glanced at him: "Then what? Wake up the whole city and let the emperor make dumplings for us?"

"Eh." Mo Shenggu was speechless for a moment.

Song Yuanqiao said in a deep voice: "Don't talk about it anymore, it's all about being careful, first enter the pagoda and then talk about it!"

The next moment, the five people rushed towards the tower, with Song Qingshu leading the way, and the other four followed behind him. When Song Qingshu walked, everyone walked, and when Song Qingshu stopped, everyone stopped. They just avoided waves of patrolling Mongolian soldiers.

This is the result of Song Qingshu's investigation in the past few days.

Soon, the five people came under the tower, but saw a thick iron chain and a thick copper lock tied to the tower door.

Song Qingshu stretched out his finger, Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and jumped up to the second floor of the tower. The rest of the people followed suit and jumped up the tower silently.

A group of people turned over and entered the second floor, but saw that the tower was very clean, as if someone was cleaning it every day, and the tower was quiet, as if there was no one there.

At this time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and slowly moved their bodies. When they sneaked in just now, they were always worried, for fear of being discovered by the Mongols. When the time comes, let alone saving people, I am afraid that all of them will fall into it.

"I think they should be on the upper floors. Let's go up one by one." After Song Qingshu said, he stepped on the stairs to the third floor, only to hear a creak, and the wooden stairs let out an "exclamation" ".

"Who?!" A man's voice came from above everyone's heads. Yang Yaoqin's heart moved, and she couldn't help but exclaimed. She passed by Song Qingshu and ran up to the third floor.

Fearing that he might be lost, Song Qingshu hurriedly followed, but saw Yang Yaoqin standing motionless at the top of the stairs on the third floor. Song Qingshu looked at it, but found that at the deepest part of the third floor, there was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, holding the iron railing with both hands, Staring at Yang Yaoqin.

"Is it your father?" Song Qingshu asked.

Yang Yaoqin shook her head: "No."

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao and the others also came up. Song Yuanqiao took two steps forward and asked, "May I ask your Excellency, Gao's name?"

The disheveled man snorted coldly: "Hmph! What kind of tricks are you trying to play?"

Song Yuanqiao clasped his fists together: "We are here to rescue Master Miejue, the head of Emei, and Master Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin. Dare I ask if this brother was also captured by Na Chengkun?"

It was good that the middle-aged man didn't listen, but when he heard Song Yuanqiao say this, he snorted and said with a sneer: "You don't want to play this kind of trick anymore, I have been wandering the rivers and lakes for dozens of years, the world is cold and human, I have never experienced it , don’t be ashamed of your tricks.”

Song Yuanqiao frowned, wondering why this person said that, but he didn't think too much about it. Since this person looked so high, he probably didn't need their rescue, so he turned around and left, talking to each other as he walked. Song Qingshu said: "Let's continue to go up."

Song Qingshu nodded.

Zhang Songxi cupped his fists at this moment, and said to the man: "I have the antidote for [Shixiang Ruanjin Powder], do you want it?"

When the middle-aged man surnamed Shi heard this, he suddenly turned his head and looked over. Seeing that Zhang Songxi was empty-handed, he thought he was entertaining himself, and couldn't help feeling angry. He spit a mouthful of thick phlegm at Zhang Songxi, but Zhang Songxi dodged to hide opened.

Yin Liting frowned, broke off a piece of wood from the handrail of the stairs, and threw it straight at the surnamed Shi, and saw that the wooden piece was faster than lightning, and suddenly hit the chest of the surnamed Shi, but saw the man groan Hmph, I sat down on the ground, clutching my chest and being speechless for a long time.

He snorted coldly: "A dog bites Lu Dongbin, he doesn't know a good heart. Let him stay here for a while." After saying that, he walked up the stairs to the fourth floor.

Song Qingshu and others followed behind.

But suddenly heard Yin Liting exclaimed.

"Abbot Kongwen!"

The eyes of the others brightened, and they finally found him.

After everyone climbed up to the fourth floor, he saw Abbot Kongwen sitting in a cell on the fourth floor and meditating. On his bald head, there were scratches. Those scratches were thin and long, like It's like being scratched by a fingernail.

Yin Liting walked outside the prison cell, looked at Abbot Kongwen and said, "Hey, Master Kongwen, which female benefactor killed this?"

Abbot Kongwen was not going to pay attention to him at first, but he suddenly heard that Yin Liting was entertaining himself, so he couldn't help opening his eyes, and looked at Yin Liting calmly, only to see that although the other person was embarrassed, he had a dignified demeanor.

Yin Liting scratched his head in embarrassment, took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, uncorked the bottle and said to Abbot Kongwen.

"Abbot, this is the antidote, take a quick sniff, and your skills will recover after you smell it." Yin Liting put the porcelain bottle in his hand into the cell, and put it under Abbot Kongwen's nose.

Abbot Kong heard that the tip of his nose twitched twice, and when his face changed, he sealed his nose and retreated.

Yin Liting continued to take the antidote without giving up, but seeing Abbot Kongwen looking at him expressionlessly, the two of them became deadlocked like this.

At this moment, Abbot Kongwen suddenly spoke.

"Is it shit in here?!"

(End of this chapter)