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He took a deep look at the closed palace door, and was about to leave, but suddenly heard a 'click', and the door opened.

In an instant, Xi Yan turned around in surprise.

Wu Tiao was also taken aback for a moment, then saluted excitedly: "My lord priest."

Xi Yan stared blankly at the priest of the temple with bewildered eyes, those clear and insightful eyes seemed to be covered with a faint haze.

He worriedly said: "Master Priest?"

"Xi Yan." The priest of the temple looked at him and murmured, "I can't see clearly."

Xi Yan was even more puzzled than she was, and was about to ask her what she couldn't see clearly, but the temple priest had already replied: "I can't see why he did this."

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Xi Yan fell silent suddenly.

He didn't understand either.

The priest of the temple seemed to be here just to say this, so she lowered her eyes and said softly, "Go back."

That night, the rebels directly attacked the capital.

The people hid at home in fear, watching the flames outside, accompanied by the roar of the rebels and the sound of clashing knives and guns.

Those rebels broke into the mansions of princes and ministers, captured those who failed to escape in time, and broke into the palace again. The figure of the general was not among these people.

Xi Yan was not surprised when he looked at the rebels who surrounded his prince's mansion, but——he looked at Si Jin's lieutenant general in front of him, and said coldly, "I want to see Si Jin."

The deputy general lowered his head without changing his face: "Your Highness, please stay here."

His tone was respectful, not like a rebel's attitude, which made Xi Yan's eyebrows twitch. Just when he was about to say something, the lieutenant seemed to have expected it in advance and left directly.

Xi Yan had no choice but to be placed under house arrest in the Prince's Mansion.

And the Si Jin he was talking about was walking on the mountain road leading to the temple.

He came to the solemn and solemn gate of the temple, and looked back at the war-torn capital in the distance.

At this time, the temple was quiet and there was no guard on duty, and the wide open gate revealed a bit of loneliness.

The armor on the general's body was stained with blood, and his sword was not as clean as before. He just came back from the battlefield with a killing intent. He ignored the fact that there was no one in the temple, and went straight to the temple of priests.

On the way, he met Priest Wutao.

Si Jin's eyes remained unchanged: "The priest still dares to come to see me?"

"General." Wu Tiao leaned over slightly, "I have a premonition that I will go back today, and I can see the general before I die, so I have no regrets."

Si Jin tightened his grip on the sword.

"Let's go back."

He just said such a sentence, and walked straight past him.

Priest Wutiao sighed, turned around and looked at his back, as if seeing him off a year ago, bowed down, and murmured softly: "Wuzhi, send off the general."

In the temple of priests at this time, the priest of the temple was sitting on a high platform. There were several books spread out in front of her, but her attention was not on them.

Sensing movement outside the hall, she looked up.

Under the main hall, the general took off his blood-stained armor and sword, and walked in harmlessly.

Through layers of curtains, she stared at the blurred figure of the other party, and called out clearly: "General."

The general's footsteps stopped, and his smiling voice came: "The flames of war have already reached the capital, but the priest is not surprised, is he not planning to intervene?"

The priest of the temple stared at him fixedly, but his tone was indifferent: "There is nothing to violate, it is compliance."

"Fool."

The general sighed, and the priest of the temple paused.

"If the royal power is replaced by the rebel army, how long can you, a temple priest, sit in this position?"

"I know."

The temple priest answered calmly.

The general watched the figure on the high platform dance with the flickering candles. She seemed to have moved and walked down from the high platform.

The priest of the temple came to him and answered him: "The temple will follow the fate, and I am no exception."

"You are cruel."

Si Jin's abrupt words caused slight ripples on the silent brows and eyes of the priest of the temple.

"I've done so much, but I haven't been able to impress you." Si Jin said slowly, "But I still can't do it, let you die in front of me, or just watch you die."

At this moment, a trace of confusion clearly appeared in the temple priest's insightful eyes, which were known as seeing through everything in the world.

She couldn't see through Si Jin's thoughts at this time.

Si Jin seemed to understand her confusion at this time, and couldn't help laughing: "The eye of insight can't see clearly, can it?"

The priest's pupils trembled.

After four months of cleansing, she not only failed to wait for the judgment of fate to come, but instead clouded her insightful eyes, just like the situation in front of her.

At this moment, she knew the answer.

"Because it can't see my sincerity."

Si Jin's voice was slow, his eyes didn't blink, and he kept staring at the priest of the temple.

The next moment, with the sound of the sword sinking into the flesh, he clearly saw the pupils of the priest in front of him constrict suddenly.

"you--"

The priest of the temple took a step back, watching in disbelief that Si Jin inserted his own hand into her waist, the sword that belonged to her.

"cough!"

Si Jin spat out a mouthful of blood.

His originally cold and healthy face suddenly became weak and pale, and he was never willing to be cruel to himself.

Looking at the temple priest who was stunned in place, he showed a gentle smile: "I wanted you to do it, but I think you don't want to, so I can only do it myself."

"why."

The voice of the priest of the temple, which was almost calm and rational in the past, trembled at this moment, with confusion and puzzlement.

"I know your life will end here." For the first time in her life, she obeyed her instinct, stepped forward to support Si Jin who was half kneeling, and said with difficulty, "But I don't know...it's such a development .”

"Don't blame yourself."

Si Jin stretched out a hand to touch her face, but gave up because his hand was stained with his own blood.

"It's my choice."

"Even the famous general was killed by your sword, the rebel army will only be more afraid that the temple will not take action against you, you have enough time to leave here."

"As I said, go and see the beautiful mountains and rivers outside."

Before he died, he still thought about it.

The priest of the temple stared blankly at Si Jin, who was gradually losing his breath in his arms.

She suddenly recalled the memory of Duoya saying goodbye to herself while lying dying on the hospital bed under the torment of the plague. Now, although the general is not tortured, the long sword still in his body reminds her over and over again.

Once again, the temple priest watched as those around her turned away from her.Only this time, she clearly understood that something had changed.

The mist covering the eyes of insight dissipated, but she no longer needed it.