Squeak...

No one noticed that the window of the carriage had a small gap, and a round finger barely stretched out, trying to pull the window open. However, even though the fingertips were squeezed red, the window was still motionless. Helplessly, the fingers could only give up and use their mouths instead... shouted!

"Help! Come and open the door, I'm about to suffocate myself to death!!! No matter who it is, please, open the door and smash it open!!!"

Meng Dong heard Meng Yuyan's call for help, as if he had been bitten by a mouse. He almost jumped up. He quickly called Meng Xian and several untied guards to open the car door: "Hurry, Yuyan may have encountered a fire prevention mechanism, and the carriage was completely closed, and there was no air in it. It would be too late."

Simply put, the initial design inspiration for the Wanjin Beast was the turtle, which protected the safety of important figures through the most stringent protective measures, delaying time and waiting for rescue.

However, the turtle can only be huddled in the box and cannot move, so the Wanjin Beast has installed many mechanisms, and the people inside can fight back by controlling the mechanism.

After being able to defend and defend, you must consider how the enemy can crack such a method. In addition to smashing it open, the best way is to use fire attack and poisonous fog. These attack methods without fixed shapes can drill into the carriage through metal heat conduction or gaps in mechanisms.

The Meng family temporarily closed the interior of the carriage to isolate the air and temperature to deal with poison gas and fire attacks.

Generally speaking, people who deserve key protection are of good strength and should be able to survive in a sparse air environment for enough time. Unfortunately, Meng Yuyan is not the kind of protection object I imagined. The completely dark environment after accidentally touching the mechanism made her even more panic and wasted all the limited air.

Fortunately, she accidentally bumped into some mechanisms, at least she could have a gap in the car window to breathe. Otherwise, she would not have died in the attack of the killer, but at her own hands today.

It has to be said that the procedures for opening the Wanjin Beast from the outside are quite cumbersome. In addition to the five keys at the same time, there are several mechanisms to be untied. Meng Dong was so busy that he was sweating profusely that he finally opened the door.

While the door opened, Meng Yuyan also collapsed on the pedal, and her head slammed heavily, then stopped moving.

Meng Dong quickly helped her up and carefully called out: "Yuyan? Yuyan? Wake up!"

After exploring his pulse and breath, Meng Dong felt a little relieved, but when he saw the heart-to-heart baby suffering, he couldn't help but shed a few tears. When he was about to pick Meng Yuyan up, Meng Xian said a few words to him, and Meng Dong's eyes immediately fell on the master there.

Without caring about the many people watching next to him, Meng Dong ran towards the master in two steps, and without saying a word, he pulled his sleeves to the carriage.

Yang Lie frowned frequently, and finally pretended that he didn't see it, and continued to talk to Thirteen: "You said that the killer had been killed, so where is the corpse? Yang, let's see who is so bold, even Yang's granddaughter dares to assassinate!"

"Then hang it at the city gate to warn those who are malicious, if they come to assassinate Meng Yuyan again, this person will be his fate!"

At this moment, the blood on the battlefield dressed as a literati will burst out with endless murderous intent. Unlike the cold murderous aura of people in the world, Yang Lie's murderous intent is even heavier, like a burning spear, ready to penetrate the enemy's chest.

However, no matter what kind of murderous aura it is, for a person like Thirteen, the impact is almost zero. Everyone is a person who crawled out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Are you still afraid of how many murderous aura you are?

"Corps...this...that killer...she..." Thirteen began to hesitate again, gritted his teeth for the last time, lowered his head in shame, "General, his subordinates have not been able to bring back the killer's body."

Yang Lie was puzzled: "Are there any cliffs nearby? Even if it falls into the valley, you can send someone down to carry the body back? If this is the case, you can send someone to search now, and it doesn't matter if Yang waits for a while."

"It's not like this..." Thirteen shook his head, then scratched his head and touched his forehead again. "After the little one fought hard with the assassin, he cut off his head with one knife and was about to bring it back together, but the master stopped me and said a lot of profound truths. The little one couldn't understand it. In short, what he meant was... that's..."

"What is it?"

"I just don't let me take back the body of the killer. Whatever I say is disrespectful to the dead. Since a person is dead, no matter how much sin she has in her lifetime, he should treat it equally. So he wants to bury the killer with his own hands and recite the lunar calendar."

"Oh, where did that monk come from?" Yang Lie asked curiously.

"He said he was a monk who traveled around the world and came to Yangzhou half a year ago. He is now temporarily living in Puzhong Temple on the mountain."

"really?"

In the early days, Puzhong Temple was unwilling to accept visitors. As long as you have a certificate of vassal, you could live here for a short time or stay here to discuss Buddhism. Later, everyone knew that there were a group of people with profound cultivation in Puzhong Temple, and those who came out were all eminent monks and great masters.

From then on, "living in Puzhong Temple" became a golden signboard. As long as you have this experience, you will be treated with courtesy when you go out, which inevitably leads to some people with bad intentions cheating money and sex.

In order to avoid the sign being smashed, Puzhong Temple now has strict assessments for monks who want to live for a long time. They will have a wave of debate before entering the door. There are also fixed gatherings every month, and all monks in the temple must participate and discuss.

If you are seen to have never read Buddhist scriptures, or you don’t have a deep understanding, you can only live for three or five days and be able to live for one month, which is already a small achievement. Being able to live for three months is enough to be a host in a small temple, and being able to live for more than half a year is enough to be called a teacher.

Yang Lie has been stationed in Yangzhou for many years and has had many more hobbies. Eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name is one of them. It is not to wash away the killings on his body, but to the sustenance in his heart...

Looking at the young monk who was helping Meng Yuyan take his meridians there, he also became a little more interested. He no longer cared about the killer's affairs, and was about to talk to him about the great principles of life.

Thirteen also followed Yang Lie, but he had another purpose.

Xiyao, your daughter...I don't know if she looks like you...

In my thoughts, Thirteen returned to the bridge when he was eighteen years old, and met like a dream, like a fine wine... Warm, slightly sweet wine...

Under the master's hand, Meng Yuyan woke up with a whimper, and Meng Dong helped her sit up slowly.

Looking at the clearer face, Thirteen's heart... fell into the abyss and even his chin went down.

The rain is cold! This is Xiyao's daughter???

Meng Xiyao, Thirteen's first confidante.

The lady from a family has received the best education since childhood. She has an elegant and charming temperament, a slim body, and has gathered all the characteristics of Jiangnan women.

But the person in front of me should not be too tall, and that oval face... is not right, the facial features on the pebbled face are not ugly, but they cannot be beautiful either.

A casual straight eyebrows, big and small eyes, a small but slightly flat nose, and a slightly thick mouth...

Not to mention that much, just in terms of face shape, Thirteen could not match her and Meng Xiyao's melon-shaped face, let alone this kind of facial features.

Who is this... Damn it???

Bar...

This is the sound of hope breaking...

[End of this chapter]
Chapter completed!