win the hairpin

Chapter 240
Song Huiyue immediately lifted her foot and kicked Zhang Xutang's crotch. Zhang Xutang immediately let go of her grip, covered her crotch with both hands, knelt down on the ground, and curled up into a ball.

At this time, Zhang Lin and the others were already close at hand, and the Forbidden Army had already appeared in their eyes. Yin Xiao kicked away the old guard, put Song Huiyue on his back, turned around and entered the Palace of Heavenly Kings.

The candlelight in the Heavenly King Hall is faint, reflecting the angry eyes of the golden Arhats on both sides, and the Buddha lowers his eyebrows, looking at the suffering of all living beings with cold eyes.

"Lights off."

Yin Xiao freed up one hand, put two fingers together, and snuffed out the candle wick, and the Temple of Heavenly Kings suddenly fell into darkness. In the darkness, the majestic gods and Buddhas actually had ghostly appearances.

Li Changfeng turned a blind eye to Zhang Xutang and the others, and went straight after Song Huiyue and Yin Xiao. He knew at a glance that these two were the leaders of the thieves, and it didn't matter whether others could catch them or not.

His feet were flying, and his eyes were fixed on the figure in front of him. When the lights in the Palace of Heavenly Kings were extinguished, he felt that what he was chasing was not a human, but a wild beast running wildly in the night.

The wild beast escaped without looking at the road, relying entirely on intuition, going out from the Hall of Heavenly Kings, instead of following the road to the Daxiong Hall, it jumped up and onto the roof, and when Li Changfeng followed, they had already jumped down again and reached the release pool, never Alarming the tortoise in the release pool, the figure disappeared again and sneaked close to the Octagonal Glazed Palace.

Li Changfeng followed very hard.

The prisoners he encountered ranged from one thousand to eight hundred, but none of them were as treacherous and changeable as all of them. He even felt that the two had merged into one. It's just two long legs running fast, thinking about nothing but running.

The wind blew the sound of bells, and Li Changfeng stood in the night, feeling at a loss for the first time.

lost.

With Song Huiyue on his back, Yin Xiao entered an uninhabited monk's room while running wildly. There was no light in it, and a little daylight came in from the window. There was only a bed, a futon, and some utensils in the room, which were very simple.

After closing the door, Yin Xiao put Song Huiyue on the futon and said in a low voice, "Miss, is your injury serious?"

Song Huiyue waved her hand: "Skin trauma."

Yin Xiao got up, walked to the window, and looked out of the window with all his body on guard, any disturbance would be enough for him to make a move.

His mind is gradually emptying, his thoughts are expelled by a long gun, his eyes are constantly changing, sometimes gathering, there is light in his eyes, complex emotions, firm and gentle power, he can kill or love.

However, sometimes, his gaze was slack, the light in his eyes was hidden deep in the pupils, and only a knife-like gaze was condensed, looking coldly out of the window.

This kind of gaze was only for a moment, he turned his head to look at Song Huiyue, looked again and again, facing the burning light in Song Huiyue's big eyes, he subconsciously felt warm and at ease, so he continued to look back out the window.

As soon as his eyes fell into the darkness, he felt uneasy again.

There seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him in the darkness, not Li Changfeng, but the familiar yet unfamiliar Han Beiqu.

The feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense, so strong that he was at a loss, and wanted to take Song Huiyue away from this place, otherwise he would be hurt by Han Beiqu.

He even began to doubt himself: "Is Han Beiqu really dead?"

"Yin Xiao?" Song Huiyue's low voice reached Yin Xiao's ears.

Yin Xiao immediately turned her head and smiled subconsciously, the smile was empty and devoid of any emotion.

The wrist-removing knife was still hidden in his sleeve, and he gripped the handle tightly, thinking that Han Beiqu was dead.

"Come here." Song Huiyue waved to him.

Yin Xiao walked up to Song Huiyue as if she lacked a soul, knelt down on one leg, lowered herself, and surrendered to the person in front of her.

He thought he had calmed down, but Song Huiyue saw that his hands were trembling uncontrollably, his eyes were full of panic, his hands were clenched into fists, and his fingers were pinched into the flesh.

He couldn't feel the pain, he held the handle of the knife with one hand, and clenched his fist into a fist with the other, still in extreme fear and defense.

Song Huiyue stretched out her hands to hold his shoulders: "Yin Xiao."

Yin Xiao lowered his eyes, didn't speak, didn't move, like a statue of clay sculpture, Song Huiyue saw this, and stretched out his hand to break apart his clenched left hand, one finger at a time.

He used a lot of strength, and Song Huiyue also spent a lot of effort when breaking it apart. Holding his bloody hand, her own hand was also full of wounds, all scratched by broken glass.

She approached Yin Xiao's ear again, and whispered, "Who's here?"

"He." Yin Xiao's voice dropped to the bottom, and fear suppressed his throat.

Song Huiyue squeezed his hand: "Look at me, not him."

Yin Xiao has always been very obedient, he slowly raised his head and stared at Song Huiyue.

The person in front of me is alive, with the smell of the sky and the earth on his body, very spacious and free.

Han Beiqu disappeared in the darkness.

A tear came out of my eye without warning, not sadness or fear, but feeling lucky.

After enduring the inhuman torture, he thought that he would be stuck in it for the rest of his life and couldn't get out, but he met Song Huiyue instead.

Song Huiyue is like the sun, illuminating the people around her.

She is his god.

Song Huiyue withdrew her hand and sat on the futon to take a few breaths. Her lower back hurt, her knees hurt, and her hands hurt too. The pain was not the worst thing, but the worst thing was that she was hungry.

Previously, I had been thinking about the letter, bought a lot of things, and didn't eat a couple of serious meals. Now that I am safe for the time being, the hunger will come back and the fire will burn.

This meditation room is empty, it looks like he has mastered the Dharma, everything is empty, and there is nothing to eat.

Hunger turned into an ant, gnawing at her quietly, she asked Yin Xiao: "Are you hungry?"

To tell the truth, Yin Xiao was not hungry, but Song Huiyue was hungry, so he got up and was going to find the kitchen of Daxiangguo Temple.

Before the person reached the door, he stopped and said in a low voice, "Someone is coming."

Outside the monk's room, a great master came from a distance, no one followed him, and he came to the door.

Pushing the door open, he stood in front of the door and said Amitabha before he entered, closed the door again, lit the bowl lamp on the table, and the lamp was like a bean, illuminating the peaceful and peaceful face of the master.

The master sat on the futon, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "The two benefactors under the bed, why don't you come out and sit?"

After hearing this, Song Huiyue simply stopped hiding, crawled out from under the bed, sat cross-legged on the ground, and folded her hands together: "Master, let me borrow your meditation room."

Yin Xiao stood behind Song Huiyue, the previous chaos had all subsided, and he looked at the master nervously, but did not move.

This master has smooth bones, light and nimble movements, a compassionate face, and gentle eyes. Needless to say, he is a true master who "sweeps the floor and saves the lives of ants".

The master laughed and said: "What's the matter, this place is not owned by poor monks. The wind can come, the rain can come, the flowers can come, the grass can come, the swallows can come, and the benefactor can naturally come."

Song Huiyue smiled: "Then my enemies can come too."

The master nodded: "Little lady has roots of wisdom."

Song Huiyue waved her hand: "I don't have Huigen, and the Buddha doesn't protect me."

(End of this chapter)