Guarding Beiliang, the opening summons the Luowang organization

The team continued on and walked all the way to the top of the mountain.

Since Chu Ying raised the boulder with both arms, all the palace attendants, including Xiao Yajun, glanced at Chu Ying like a heavenly god.

Hundreds of kilograms of boulders, that’s hundreds of kilograms!

Is this something that a mortal can do? Since ancient times, I have never heard of anyone who can lift hundreds of kilograms of boulders.

However, this kind of thing is not worth mentioning for Chu Ying, his strength has far exceeded ordinary people since he was a child, and after climbing out of his mother’s womb and landing, he has never met anyone with greater strength than him in this world.

Evening.

Chu Ying and Xiao Yajun and their group finally climbed to the top of the mountain and arrived at Fahong Temple, looking into the distance from the top of the mountain, and the mountains under the sunset were all crawling at their feet, making people feel like a mountain and river, like the pride in my arms.

The ancient trees on both sides of the temple, Sanskrit sounds around the ears, sandalwood on the nose, make people’s mood and spirit peaceful and peaceful, feel very comfortable.

Knowing that the nobles in the palace had arrived, Master Enkong, the abbot of Hohiro Temple, personally led a group of small sami to greet them at the gate of the temple.

Master Yuankong is quite old, looking seventy or eighty years old, but he is still in good spirits, and his steps are calm and powerful when walking, and he knows at a glance that he has profound martial arts.

“Lao Gu is empty, I have seen all the benefactors.”

Xiao Yajun returned the salute and said in a loud voice: “When I came to your temple today, I was disturbed a lot, and I hope that the abbot master will not be surprised.” ”

Master Yuankong said, “The benefactor said and laughed, I Buddha opened the door of convenience, how can I bother.” ”

Subsequently, Master Yuankong welcomed Chu Ying and his group into the Fahong Temple, and began to introduce the scenery and many Buddha halls in the temple to Chu Ying and Xiao Yajun.

Fahong Temple is not small, and there are many treasure halls and Buddhist halls such as Guanyin Hall, Daxiong Treasure Hall, Garan Hall, Weituo Hall, Caishen Hall and so on.

In addition, there are many scenery in the temple, the most peculiar of which is probably the ancient trees that have survived for thousands of years.

There are no other tourists in the temple, which has obviously been emptied in advance.

But think about it, Chu Ying is the son of the King of Northern Liang, Xiao Yajun is the third princess of Liang Huang, the two of them come to play, just the algorithm Hongsi is not clear, there will also be a big inner guard to clear people.

As Master Yuankong strolled around the Fahong Temple and looked at some stone tablets and Buddhist scriptures, it was already late.

Tonight, Chu Ying and his party were obviously going to stay overnight at Fahong Temple, and dinner was also used in Fahong Temple, all of which were vegetarian dishes.

However, these dishes taste good, and occasionally eat some light, but it is also very delicious.

Tonight’s starry sky is bright, there is not a trace of clouds in the sky, and the moon and the river of stars are dazzling.

If you look up at the Hohohiro Temple at the top of the mountain, you can see a colorful starry sky, like the ocean flowing quietly overhead.

The wind blows the leaves of the ancient trees, making a distant and ancient sound, as if a thousand-year-old man is muttering about the past of the years, sighing that the years are no longer there, and the deceased is like a slate.

Chu Ying and Xiao Yajun sat in the separate courtyard provided by the temple, eating fruit pastries, drinking fragrant ancient tea, listening to the wind, looking at the galaxy, and slowly chatting about some interesting things.

After a little later, the two went to their respective rooms to rest.

Chu Ying lit a lamp in the room, and when he couldn’t sleep, he saw that there were some Buddhist scriptures and rice papers in the room, so he planned to copy the Buddhist scriptures.

It is not that Chu Ying believes in Buddha, but people always have a kind of prayer, he wants to pray for peace for his father, and even more to his mother, who has died in this life, to ask for a blissful past.

In Chu Ying’s memory, her mother was gentle, and this gentleness was very similar to Xiao Yajun’s temperament, so when he saw Xiao Yajun for the first time, he was actually quite satisfied with this political marriage in his heart.

Then again, if it weren’t for Xiao Yajun, Chu Ying felt that she might marry the purple girl as her princess in the future.

Copying the Buddhist scriptures, time passed imperceptibly, and when I returned to God, I saw that the moon outside the window had risen to the middle of the sky, and I thought it was already the time of the child.

Chu Ying put down the pen and ink, washed her face, and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Just when the sleep was hazy, a scream suddenly sounded in the next room.

Chu Ying instantly bounced up from the bed, and he recognized that the voice was the voice of Nangong Wan’er, the female official beside Xiao Yajun.

Something went wrong!

Without any hesitation, Chu Ying directly opened the door and rushed to the next room with Dian Wei and the guards.

When they arrived at the next room, the courtyard was already full of large inner guards, one by one, with serious faces, standing with knives in all directions, obviously heavily guarded.

Seeing Chu Ying’s arrival, these guards did not obstruct and let them lead people directly inside.

After arriving at Xiao Yajun’s room, Chu Ying saw Xiao Yajun and Nangong Wan’er sitting together in clothes, and there were several corpses placed in the middle of the courtyard, which were the accompanying palace maids and three guards.

Chu Ying’s eyes instantly sharpened, he walked to the corpses and took a look, and found that these people died in a very strange state, and no wounds were found on their bodies, as if they were asleep, but there was no sound.

“What’s going on?”