The cold wind roars and the night is dark. The lights in the Liu Mansion are dotted with sparks, and the buildings are covered with red colors, showing a festive atmosphere everywhere.

Deep in the alley at the back door, a hunched figure held the wall with his hands and limped towards the entrance of the alley. His face was twisted and his eyes were scattered. The flames burning deep in the eyes were vaguely seen, which was Liu Qing, the former guard of the Liu Mansion.

It was he who led people to provoke Su Jing and Fu Jingtao, but was taught a lesson on the spot, so he held a grudge and instigated the Liu brothers to take action. Unexpectedly, the Liu brothers lost consecutive battles and his plan was shattered and he was investigated afterwards. He was expelled that night and his leg was broken to show punishment.

Liu Qing endured the pain of the broken bones and murmured: "Liu Xuan, you old bastard, your son is not good, but blames me. It's so unreasonable! I have worked for your Liu family for twenty years, and I have worked hard without any credit, but I have actually been swept out of the house without any credit. I curse you that the Liu family's incense is cut off, and the whole family is cut off, and both people and money are gone..."

Just as he was cursing, a sensation suddenly blew over and an inexplicable chill penetrated into his bones.

Liu Qing was shocked, leaned against the wall tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Who is it?"

A man in white with expressionless face slowly walked out of the darkness. He had a white face and was about thirty years old. He was dressed in luxurious clothes, and he looked at him with a vague sense of pride. He suddenly appeared in this cold and deep alley, as if a ghost from the underworld was terrifying.

Liu Qing shivered all over and screamed in fear: "Don't kill me, don't kill me! The eldest son promised to spare me a life!"

The man in white shouted, "Shut up! Do you want to avenge your leg break?"

Liu Qing was stunned, his eyes rolled twice, and he said with a bitter face: "A villain is a bad life, how dare he take revenge?"

The man in white sneered, "Whether you believe it or not, now there is a chance to put it in front of you. If you want to take revenge on the Liu family, work with me; if you don't have the courage, I will turn around and leave."

Liu Qing said carefully: "You, you are not trying to punish me, are you?"

The man in white said disdainfully: "What qualifications do you have to be worthy of my calculations?"

Liu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly a ray of green light shot out, like a poisonous snake. He leaned down to the ground and said respectfully: "I only hope that the adults will be fair, and I am willing to do whatever I want to do!"

The man in white smiled indifferently and looked at the brightly lit Liu Mansion with his hands behind his back. His eyes were as chill as ice, which made people shudder.

The next morning, under Liu Xuan's instruction, Jiang Haoyun's personal birthday trip spread throughout the Liu Mansion, which immediately dispelled some of the glooms of yesterday. While everyone was hotly discussing, they did not forget to congratulate Liu Xuan. After all, Jiang Haoyun's identity and background were extraordinary, and he might become the next leader of Xuanyuan Gate. His arrival undoubtedly gave Liu Xuan enough face.

Liu Yunchao and Liu Yunhan were very happy and completely escaped the shadow of yesterday's defeat. According to their promise, they invited their fellow disciples to visit Jiezhou City. Fu Jingtao, Qin Ying, Ma Biao and other young men would not refuse, so they made an appointment to go out together, talking and laughing.

The young men first came to the old street in the east of the city. This is the most lively street in the city. There are various shops to buy and sell wild game products nearby mountain hunters, and local specialty snacks freshly supplied potato dumplings, noodles, fruit meatballs, barbecue kebabs, knife-cut noodles, soybean seeds, sauerkraut noodles, buckwheat leaves, egg noodles, tea, etc., which are steaming and fragrant. The young men dispersed themselves, bought and ate, and squandered them.

After noon, Liu Yunchao led a group of dozens of people out of the city in a mighty way and headed straight for the famous Manjushri Chenguang Temple.

The temple is several miles away from the city and is built against the mountain. From a distance, the pagoda is towering and the courtyards are heavy, which is quite simple and spectacular.

When I got closer, I found that the steps were broken, the courtyard wall was cracked, and the door was deserted. A monk holding a broom in his hand, lazily sweeping the snow in front of the door, covering his mouth from time to time and yawning.

The young men were originally very excited, but they never thought that Chenguang Temple would be ruined like this, so they were a little disappointed.

Zuo Xia pouted and said, "Senior Brother Liu, aren't you bragging about how Manjusri Bodhisattva works? Why are there so few believers coming to burn incense?"

Liu Yunchao smiled bitterly and said, "I haven't been here for two or three years, but I really don't know what happened during this period." After that, he summoned the monk to ask.

The monks who are aware of their words and expressions are the best. Seeing that this group of young people are of great origin, they know everything. It turned out that Master Zhiren, the host of Chenguang Temple, was famous. The year before yesterday, was invited by the Emperor of Southern Tang to go to Jinling to open an altar to preach, and received extremely high courtesy. As a result, Master Zhiren was moved by the sincerity of the Emperor of Tang worshipping Buddha. From then on, he stayed in Hanlin Temple in Jinling and summoned all the monks he liked. But in this way, there were no more monks sitting in Chenguang Temple, and soon the scene of the past was no longer as popular as the incense.

After hearing the decline of Chenguang Temple, Liu Yunchao no longer had the interest in entering the temple to burn incense, so he suggested going elsewhere.

Qin Ying said, "When I waited for the door and didn't enter, wouldn't I be disrespectful to the Bodhisattva?"

Zeng Ke said ridiculously: "Senior sister, I really want to go in and take a look."

Liu Yunchao was ok, so he gave a few ingots of silver as incense money and smiled and said, "Since the two junior sisters, let's go and worship Manjushri Bodhisattva and ask for good luck."

The monk was overjoyed and threw away the broom and ran into the temple happily.

Manjushri Chenguang Temple covers a wide area, including the Mountain Gate Hall, the Main Hall, the Manjushri Bodhisattva Hall, the Arhat Hall, the Lecture Hall, the Sutra Hall, the Pagoda Hall, the Cooking Hall, the Cooking Hall, the Monk's House and other buildings. They are gradually raised to spread to the wings with the central axis. There are dozens of pine and cypress plants in the temple, each of which is tall and stout. Perhaps the money for incense played a role, and several monks with pale faces and thin skin began to knock on wooden fish and recite Buddhist scriptures, which made the empty Buddhist temple more angry.

The boys were purely engaging in the mentality of being a curious person, and looked left and right, and they broke up unknowingly. Among them, Liu Yunchao, Qin Ying, Fu Jingtao and more than ten people walked straight to the Manjushri Bodhisattva Hall.

When he walked into the hall, he saw Manjushri Bodhisattva combing his head with five buns, holding a Vajra Sword in his right hand, and holding a lotus in his left hand. He placed a Vajra Prajna Sutra on the flowers. He rode a lion under his body. The statue was solemn and sacred, and the Buddha's light was flowing.

Qin Ying whispered: "Manjushri Bodhisattva holding a sword of wisdom can kill all troubles in the world and drive away demons. He is the supreme power of Buddhism. If you worship it respectfully and pray devoutly, you may borrow the sword of wisdom."

Liu Yunchao and others looked at each other and smiled. Did they use the sword of wisdom to cut off their love threads?

Zeng Ke couldn't help asking: "Senior Sister, do you have any troubles that are difficult to resolve?"

Qin Ying shaved her nose and smiled, "I won't tell you!"

Qin Ying lit a good incense, inserted it into the incense burner, then knelt on the cushion and bowed piously, murmured and whispered. Zeng Ke waited for the same thing and burned incense and made wishes.

Fu Jingtao looked bored and turned away from the palace gate. He came from later generations and had no awe of the illusory mythological figures, and of course he did not believe in the appearance of the Buddha, the cycle of hell, etc. These wooden clay sculptures were created by people and had nothing to do with the real Buddha. No matter how much incense you burn or how many wishes you have, there would be no response.

It is better to seek oneself than to seek others.

Outside the hall gate there are eight tall and tall pine trees, covered with snow on the tops, standing in two rows, like loyal guards. When the cold wind blows, snow in the branches rattles, and a ball of ice and snow as big as a fist falls.

Fu Jingtao's heart moved slightly, he narrowed his eyes and looked up.

At this moment, Qin Ying, holding hands, walked across the threshold. When they saw Fu Jingtao standing on the door, they paused at the same time and their hearts were beating.

Zeng Ke smiled and said, "Senior Brother Fu, you blocked it!"

Fu Jingtao sensed a faint cold pressure from above, and shook a cold war and screamed: "Be careful, the enemy attack!"

Before he finished speaking, snow was flying, and a black shadow pounced down from the pine tree with its head yelling, and its hands were spreading like a giant eagle, coming in full force.

This sudden change occurred. Zeng Ke screamed and retracted back to the hall, but Qin Ying took a step, raised her jade arm and suddenly threw out two soft whips. The whip went out like a poisonous dragon, and roared and swept the enemy angrily.

At the same time, Liu Yunchao and others pulled out their weapons and flew out of the hall. No matter who comes, who is willing to fall behind at this critical moment when the hero saves beauty?

The sneak attacker was wearing white clothes and a white cloth, revealing only a pair of cold and deep eyes. He grabbed the whip with no glance, and grabbed it with a little force, and took it away with a little force. The other hand was as fast as lightning, buckled Qin Ying's shoulders, and wanted to capture her alive.

How could Fu Jingtao watch Qin Ying fall and shouted: "Stop!" He paused his feet, and his whole body rushed up like a cannonball, and his fists rose together, and he hit the masked man's dantian point. This attack exerted all his strength, without any reservation, and only wanted to delay the enemy for a while and give Qin Ying the opportunity to dodge.

A hint of annoyance flashed in the masked man's eyes, his palm reversed, and he closed the fist with a bang.

The fists and palms intersected, and Fu Jingtao was hit by a thousand kilograms of rock. His arms were shocked, and a blood arrow spurted out, falling straight to the ground.

The masked man flipped over the air and avoided the blood arrows that were squirting.

Blood scattered in the air, and the blood beads splashed on Qin Ying's clothes and their cheeks were shocking. The girl felt the warm blood beads, and she couldn't help but feel ache in her heart. She grabbed Fu Jingtao, who had lost the power to fight again, and dodged her body.

Fu Jingtao said anxiously: "Junior Sister Qin, don't worry about me, go!" This masked man clearly had bad intentions. If Qin Ying fell into his palm, she would inevitably be terrible to be destroyed, and life would be worse than death.

Qin Ying held his arm tightly and gritted her teeth and said, "I won't leave!"

At this time, the sword light flew up like a terrifying geese, and the sword energy was scattered like lightning. Liu Yunchao, Ma Biao and others danced their weapons, rushed towards the enemy regardless of their numerical advantage, trying to win.

But when the fierce and powerful attacks sounded, the weapons fell to the ground in a constant stream. In a blink of an eye, all the disciples fell to the ground, and alas, they couldn't move.

The masked man patted his palm disdainfully and looked at Qin Ying with his eyes burning like fire, half of which was admiration and half of which was cruel and excited.

Qin Ying pursed her lips tightly and straightened her waist stubbornly, like a frost lotus, beautiful and decisive.
Chapter completed!