"Xiao Liuzi, stop sleeping! Go and see, how come the crows outside scream so hard?" Staring at the blue-purple silt, Hui An, the closed disciple at the head of the White Horse Temple, stretched out his legs and kicked the little shark lying on the edge of the bed, and ordered unhappily.

"Yes!" The little shakimi opened her sleepy eyes and stumbled out. However, she accidentally tripped on the door, and with a "thump", she fell to the dog's bite.

"Dongdong, dongdong, dongdong..." The sound of the wall knocking came from the next room immediately. Immediately, the scolding sound also came through the wall, "Hui'an, what are you doing? Do you want to let someone sleep?"

"Hui'an, monks, have a calm mind. If you weren't pure in your mind, how could you cause such a disaster to yourself?"

"Yes, senior brother!" Monk Hui'an felt so aggrieved that he could not hit the bed with his head, but he could only endure his resentment and respond in a low voice.

In the conflict yesterday, he was knocked out more than a few teeth. After he came back, his position in the temple was also lost half.

As the leader, the master not only refused to stand up for him, but instead scolded him. The senior brothers of the same school also thought he was too arrogant and did not ask anyone for instructions, so they went to provoke a fifth-rank official.

With the influence of Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty, of course, he would not be afraid of a fifth-rank official. However, Buddhism is Buddhism, and Chang'an Baima Temple is Chang'an Baima Temple. Not to mention that his Hui'an did not have the same face to mobilize the entire Buddhism to support him, even if his master comes forward, it will be the same.

What made Hui'an even more unacceptable was that since he returned to the temple with scars on his face yesterday until now, Princess Anle actually sent a maid to give him a box of ointment. As for the princess herself, let alone visiting her in person, she didn't even have a word of comfort to bring her.

"Friendly!" Thinking of the past laughing with the princess and the senior brothers who were competing with their stars, Hui'an couldn't help but mutter secretly in her stomach.

He was beaten to stand up for the princess. He didn't believe it, and with Princess Anle's intelligence, he couldn't guess the reason why he went to find Zhang Qian.

His beating was also for the future of Baima Temple. The reason why he used the well as a reason was to get the equity of the Liushen Flower Dew. As far as he knew, it was a hen that could lay golden eggs. Once he could be infected by Baima Temple, even if it only accounts for half a share, it would definitely be enough to change the Buddha's golden makeup once a year!

But now, the senior brothers were not grateful to him, and Princess Anle didn't even miss him any of the benefits. How could he not feel cold?

The bruises on the face can be dissipated in the future. The gums that have lost their teeth will gradually stop being painful. He vowed that after experiencing this hardship, he would never take the initiative to do anything for these people.

"Unless, unless they come to beg me by themselves!" Hui'an felt a sensation in his heart when he thought of Princess Anle kneeling beside her and begging each other softly.

'Master is right, I am not calm. But now, who in Buddhism is qualified to be called "calm of mind". Don't think that I don't know what you do, but I am too lazy to say it. Even Master himself went to the wife of Ningguo's house to save her husband's souls, and did he recite the scriptures on the head of his wife's bed...'

"Bang!" He was secretly contemptuous in his heart, but another dull collision sound came from his ears. Immediately afterwards, the sound of the crow suddenly became excited, "Cow quack quack quack quack..." It seemed that the starving ghost suddenly saw a big meal.

"Xiao Liuzi? What's wrong? Where did you hit me again?" Hui'an was upset by the crows' screams. She struggled to sit up and looked out the window.

In order to prevent the cold, a thick layer of straw paper was pasted on the edge of the window, and the eyes could not penetrate at all. The clam shell tiles embedded in the center of the window were not flat enough, so he could only see a vague figure, flashing by under the moonlight.

'It's not Xiao Liuzi, Xiao Liuzi is clumsy and can't move so quickly?' I quickly discovered that something was wrong. Hui An turned over and got out of bed, kicked the swords, and ran towards the door of the house step by step, "Who is outside? Come, there is a thief!"

"Ah" screams soared into the sky, holding his question back into his throat.

The person outside is indeed not Xiao Liuzi.

Xiao Liuzi had long been lying on the ground, not knowing life and death.

The man, carrying a weapon that looked like a steel whip, smashed his senior brother Huineng, who walked out to get rid of his hands, and his brain burst.

"Bang!" Hui'an decisively closed the door that had just been pushed open halfway and then closed it again. He then bolted it, turned off the lights, pushed the bed to press the door panel, and all the actions were done in one go.

The pain on his face disappeared, and the dizziness in his head was wiped out. He squatted down his knees, retracted his body into the corner of the wall near the window, and refused to make any sound again.

This action was absolutely smart, which immediately avoided the attention of the steel whip holder. However, his younger brothers who were not smart enough were all in trouble. No matter who they dared to rush out, they would immediately be beaten to pieces by the steel whip.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" With the dull sound of metal and flesh colliding, blood splattered on the window, moistening the window paper in a blink of an eye.

"ah"

"ah"

"Mom"

The scream passed through the window and kept drilling into Hui'an's ears, scaring him to the point of fighting, and his feet instantly became wet.

The whip holder outside was not a human, but a devil, like a fake one. Xiao Liuzi was beaten to death by him before he could make any sound. Huineng, who was strong, could only scream in time.

But the devil refused to stop killing, and carried the iron whip and continued to chase the rest of his uncle and senior brother!

"Amitabha!" The voice of the head also sounded in the yard, with unconcealed grief and anger, "Stop, if my White Horse Temple should take this disaster, please bear it alone. Don't kill other innocent people indiscriminately!"

The devil did not respond, but just sneered in a low voice, "Haha, hehe, hehe..." Then, footsteps sounded from near to far.

"Dang chang! Dang chang! Dang chang!"... A series of weapons hits quickly into Hui'an's ears, causing his body to tremble, and a light of hope suddenly surged in his eyes.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him and eliminate the devil and defend the way!"

"Although I am merciful, I am also a lion's roar!"

The shouts came one after another, which made his legs suddenly have strength. He struggled to stand up and rushed towards the window.

The window paper that was moistened by blood was broken with one stab. Through the hole in the window paper, Monk Hui'an clearly saw the figure of the "devil" holding the whip, standing with the four uncles and senior brothers, and the tribe was at a disadvantage at all.

It’s not Zhang Yongzhao! Although Zhang Yongzhao is also very good, Hui'an can see that the devil outside is half a head shorter than Zhang Yongzhao!

In addition, this person's shoulders are not as broad as Zhang Yongzhao's. His hair is much longer than Zhang Yongzhao's!

The only thing similar to Zhang Yongzhao is his movements. He was as flexible as he could not catch up with him. Before Hui'an could figure out whether he should go out to help his uncle and brothers from behind. Suddenly, there was a "clang" sound in the air, and a ring knife was smashed into the air and headed straight for him.

"Ah" A instinctively let out a scream from his mouth. Hui'an quickly shrank his neck and hid under the windowsill again. The whistling knife flew from half a foot above his head, "clicking", sweeping the edges and window paper into pieces.

"Puff" The devil holding a steel whip smashed the eminent monk Dingfang who had lost his weapon to the ground with a whip. Then, another whip smashed the monk Huijing, who was holding a Zen stick, and staggered back.

The encirclement was quickly broken, and the man ran to the first seat again with a steel whip.

"Amitabha!" The head of the Kong, knew that he was in danger of escape, chanted the Buddha's name, closed his eyes and waited for death. At this moment, a few roars suddenly came from under the night sky, "Swhoosh, swoosh..."

A row of feather arrows flew in the air, and the sharp arrows were shining in the moonlight.

"Damn it!" The person holding the steel whip decisively put away the steel whip, took the opportunity to throw a bird into the forest, and rolled over to the empty legs, instantly disappeared into the shadows in the corner of the wall.

"Ah! Ah! Mother" screamed again. However, the monks who had previously besieged the "devil" were accidentally injured by feather arrows because they could not hide. They fell in pain in pools of blood, rolling back and forth.

"Amitabha, thank you for being brave enough to come to save me!" Li Kong, who escaped from death, knew that he could not blame the arrowhead for accidentally hurting his junior brother and disciples, flew towards the feather arrow with tears in his eyes.

However, before he could finish reciting the Buddha's name, the second round of feather arrows came again. He and all the other monks who were stunned in the yard were turned to the ground.

"Search, that guy must be still hiding in the temple. Fourth, take people around to watch, and find the night patrolman, immediately warn!" A sharp voice came in the dark without any warmth belonging to humans.

"Yes, third brother!" Someone responded in a low voice and rushed into the White Horse Temple.

Everyone had a black cloth covered their faces, and the sword in their hands shone with cold light.

Monk Huijing, who suffered internal injuries, struggled to ask the other party where he came from. He was cut by a knife by the man in black. He was hit by an arrow and got up from the pool of blood, staggered and ran away, but was caught up by the man in black, and was stabbed to the heart.

Immediately afterwards, there were Dingzhi, Huizhong and Huiji, as well as the shaman Xiaosi, Xiaowu and Xiaoqi. The sword light kept flashing, and the plasma jumped up in a constant state. One room next to another, regardless of whether there was a Buddha in the house.

"Don't kill me." As the sound of killing sounds got closer, Monk Hui'an finally couldn't bear the pressure, turned over and jumped out of the window, shouting and fled.

A horizontal knife slashed towards him, hitting his chest. A shrill scream came out of his mouth. Hui'an staggered and fell down. At the moment when his vision began to blur, he vaguely saw a dart passing by his eyes, hitting the shoulder of the knife holder.

"Ding, ding, ding!" The sound of weapons hitting each other from far to near, from near to far.

Hui'an can't see anyone who killed whom or who was chasing him.

He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes open.
Chapter completed!