Dijun, your bride ran away again

Chapter 138 Assassination in the dark night
Ye Ming Jueyin's brows under the mask frowned, and he looked around warily, always feeling that a pair of eyes were staring at him.

No, it was the woman who was staring at him!

Ye Mingjue subconsciously hugged Mu Youning tightly, feeling terrible in his heart, it seemed that he had to find a way to lure this silver-faced young man out and have a good talk.

"why do not you talk?"

Seeing that Ye Mingjue was silent, Mu Youning hugged her tightly with both hands, as if she was afraid that she would disappear if she let go, this movement was full of worry, as if she was afraid of something.

Ye Mingjue came back to his senses, looked at the layer of black mist in the distance, and murmured: "Crossing over this mountain is the back mountain of Puji Temple, right?"

"Puji Temple?"

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard this, and their eyes fell on what Ye Mingjue was looking at.

In the distance, the night was shrouded and the mountains were shrouded in mist. A man in a robe stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the foot of the mountain through layers of fog.

After a long time, he looked back, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Inside Puji Temple.

Every year in May, the Puji Temple will be closed for seven days, and no pilgrims will be accepted, just because there are noble people in the temple to stay.

There are guards all around the temple, and the guards are so strict that not even a fly can fly in.

The night was getting dark, and inside Jishi Hall, the lights were brightly lit, and the sound of chanting scriptures came over in an endless stream.

In the huge hall, there was a man in green clothes and a plain robe kneeling. A special long-burning lamp was lit in front of him, and it was placed under a big Buddha with a golden body.

The room was filled with sandalwood incense, and there were seven or eight monks sitting around, holding Buddhist beads and chanting sutras.

After chanting a scripture, the head abbot presided over a Buddhist gatha: "Amitabha, it's getting late, my son should go back and rest, this old monk will keep the ever-burning lamp on his behalf."

"Then there will be Abbot Lao."

Yuan Qingchen got up and thanked the monk beside him, then turned around and walked out of the main hall, ready to go back to the wing room in the backyard to rest.

It was only when he left the Hall of Jishi that he felt a fierce murderous aura, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a man in white clothes and a silver mask jumping down from the opposite cornice.

The blade of the cold light flashed a gleam under the moonlight, and the moment the blade fell, Su Ying, the guard who followed Yuan Qingchen, blocked the blow with the scabbard.

Su Ying was shocked by this powerful force and took a step back, his heart was hit, but he yelled without changing his face: "There is an assassin!"

The cold light of the visitor faded away, and the sword in his hand continued to swing.

Yuan Qingchen stepped aside, watching Suying fight the man.

The assassin's moves were weird, he couldn't see the way, but his strikes were extremely ruthless, but after a few moves, Su Ying was defeated and fell to the ground.

The assassin took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the sword pointed at Yuan Qingchen again, but when he raised the sword, he heard a bang, which was the sound of a hidden weapon hitting the blade.

When he turned his head, he saw a woman in white clothes standing behind her, with a graceful posture, and in a daze, the hidden weapon in the woman's hand struck.

The assassin swung his sword to block it, but was a beat slower, and one of the hidden weapons hit his shoulder blade.

His eyes darkened, and he flew over to surprise the woman, and heard Yuan Qingchen say in shock: "Yonghua, be careful!"

But it was still too late, the assassin's strange movements had already circled behind Nie Yonghua, and his big hands strangled her neck.

At this time, the guards who were alarmed also rushed over and surrounded the place tightly.

The assassin pinched Nie Yunhua's neck, slightly increased the strength in his hands, and said in a rough voice: "If you don't want her to die, let her go!"

　"The silver-faced son is not Yuan Qingchen!There will be another update in the evening. Starting today, [-] updates will be resumed. Little fairies, interact more and vote. .mwah"

　　
　
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