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The central part of Longwei Mountain.

The wind blows and the clouds move, the sea of ​​trees is turbulent, and a touch of red wall reveals the treetops. The golden dome is looming in the clouds and mist. .

Below, on the stone mountain path, the shade of trees is whirling, and the sun is shattered. Pilgrims come and go in an endless stream. The head of the mountain raises the incense case, three steps and one worship, pious and polite, and the leisurely walk down the mountain is easy.

Inside the temple, the green smoke is faint, and the bells are melodious.

This is a typical Neo-Zen temple, which believes in the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. On the left is the Taoist temple, on the right is the temple, and in the middle is the hall of saints.

The temple on the right is divided into several temples, each dedicated to different gods and Buddhas.

Outside one of the temples, a maid dressed in luxurious clothes and a headgear was supported by a maid, stepped across the threshold, and stepped into the hall.

The tall female Buddha statue casts her eyes down, kind and quiet.

"Amitabha." The monk at the door stepped forward and saluted.

The lady took off her headgear, revealing a face that was nearly forty years old but still charming.

Seeing the lady's face, the monk's face changed, revealing a solemn expression, and saluted again, "I don't know if the nobles are visiting, the temple has a long way to go, sins and sins."

"I'm going to notify the host!" After speaking, the monk had to leave. But the woman waved her hand and said, "Little master, please stay."

"This palace is here to worship, just a believer among the vast number of sentient beings, and there is no need to bother the teacher and move the crowd."

"Yes!" According to the rule that respect is not as good as fate, the monk bowed and retired.

The lady came to the Buddha statue, burned incense and knelt down, her face was very pious, and she whispered in her mouth, "Pray for the blessing of the Bodhisattva, and give the believer an heir."

"Continue the red mulberry bloodline and protect the rivers and mountains."

"If you get a child, the believer will come to fulfill the vow, reshape the golden body for the Bodhisattva, and save all the people."

After making the wish, the lady got up, nodded again, her eyes were distraught.

Suddenly, a cloudy wind blew behind him. Immediately afterwards, her shoulders sank, and an uninvited guest's hand was placed on her shoulder.

The noblewoman is the princess of the Principality of Hongsang, named Li Anrong, who has been favored by the two heads of Hongsang. When I get old, I have seen the world, and I have developed a character that is not surprised at all and not chaotic when things happen.

Even if the uninvited guest suddenly appeared behind her and touched her body, she was in a mess, without even turning her head, and asked indifferently, "Who are you?"

The only one who answered her was the cold blade, clinging to her neck, printing a faint blood mark.

From the blade, the tingling sensation of the sharp edge close at hand made people no doubt that as long as she moved a little, her head would fall to the ground.

"go!"

Only one word was uttered from the other party's mouth, simple and crisp, with a slightly hoarse voice, like a woman's voice.

The maid beside her froze in place, her eyes widened, tears rolling in her eyes. Her expression perfectly interprets the performance of most human beings when encountering a terrorist event, fear, fear, hesitation, dare not move, dare not scream, as if they were frozen.

The princess was held hostage by a woman who was not too tall and had a slightly plump figure. Wearing the usual wilderness travel outfit, revealing tan hair and skin.

The eyes were a little dull, but there was a predator's breath, full of fatal danger.

"Do you know who I am?" Li Anrong asked calmly.

In fact, she was very flustered inside. What was holding her was a scimitar. A scarlet light was attached to the blade, indicating the power of chaos and destruction—magic energy. The blade was only 0.1 millimeter away from her neck artery. arrive.

"Less long-winded, let's go!"

The other party looked a little impatient, and pushed her shoulders hard, without any intention to explain her identity. Maybe it was a secret, or maybe it was disdain.

The blade was against his neck, and his scarlet eyes were murderous. Li Anrong did not dare to resist at all, staggering and being pushed out of the hall.

"Here!"

The woman pushed Li Anrong through several stairs and came to the back door of the temple.

"Donor, please stay!"

The moment he was about to step out of the door, a loud voice rang behind him.

Turning his head and looking, dozens of monks holding iron rods chased up from behind. At the same time, the sound of trotting footsteps came from outside the door, and a dozen figures blocked the exit.

There was no way to enter, no way to retreat, and the woman holding the Hongsang Princess was surrounded.

"Get out of the way!" The woman grabbed the princess by the shoulder and pulled it to her side. Then the scimitar turned and the blade pointed at the leading monk.

There are nine incense scars on the opponent's head, while the others only have three to six, which should be the highest on the court.

"Amitabha Buddha, good is good." The monk headed by one hand performed the Buddha's ceremony. "Female benefactor, this temple is a place of pure cultivation and tranquility, a place of pious worship, doing good and accumulating virtue, and no evil is allowed."

"court death!"

The woman slashed past without saying a word.

In an instant, the monk's pupils were occupied by a patch of scarlet. The sword is as light as blood, entrained with a sharp wind, and slashed.

The blade of magic energy, representing chaos and destruction, seemed to cut everything in the world. Seeing that the big bald head was about to be split in half, all the monks burst into blue light at the same time.

Dozens of light shields are superimposed on each other, and the over-concentrated spirit can cause the space to be slightly distorted, exuding ripples on top of each other.

The light of the red knife came instantaneously, and the moment it touched the shield, it was like an egg shell hitting a stone, and pieces shattered.

But this egg shell is not an ordinary egg shell, but a layered egg shell, one layer is broken and there is another layer.

After finally breaking open the seven-layer light shield, the blade light gradually disappeared.

"King Kong Formation?"

The woman showed a surprised expression, probably because she didn't expect the other party to block her attack.

The new Zen Diamond Array is a method of training multi-player coordinated defense, capable of leapfrogging and resisting attacks from powerful enemies.

On the other hand, it may be that they were afraid of accidentally injuring the hostages. After blocking the attack, the monks did not take any further action.

"Amitabha Buddha, kindness is kindness." The monk headed by the monk once again performed the Buddhist rituals, "The donor is too heavy to kill, and the shot is the ultimate move. If it is not for the help of the same master and brothers, I am afraid that the poor monk has already fallen to the ground."

"Heaven has the virtue of good living, and may the donor put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot.

"That's a lot of nonsense." The woman dismissed it, then she waved the scimitar, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know how much your diamond formation can stop me."

She saw a fierce look and shouted, "This is the new Zen holy land, don't force me to kill the Buddha!"

"What a big tone of the donor!" The monk got angry, but he was concerned about the opponent's strength, and forced his anger to persuade, "The donor does have the ability, our brothers are not good at learning, and they are indeed not the opponent of the donor."

"But the donor openly kidnapped the princess and the king in my new Zen temple, ignoring the laws of the kingdom, ignoring the dignity of the sect, and the poor monks and incompetent. Even if the blood is splashed with seven steps, they have to stop the donor!"

At this time, more monks rushed over, headed by an old monk wearing a red robe and holding a golden bowl.

The old monk's psychic energy fluctuates steadily and calmly. In his psychic perception, it is like a huge stone Buddha, with his eyes closed to the sky, serene and peaceful, but it is quiet and silent, containing the power of calming mountains and reclaiming the sea.

At least a high lord level!

"Donor, keep people under the knife, the poor monk is willing to cut meat and feed eagles in exchange for the princess of red mulberry!"

Seeing that she had no chance of winning, the woman retracted her sword and scabbed it. Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the matter was over, the woman suddenly pulled down the collar, revealing a deep gully.

"Amitabha, good and good."

Seeing something unclean, the monks quickly looked up at the sky and read the Buddha's name.

However, women are not trying to divert their attention and take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but a habitual action. After all,

The number and strength are there, even if they seize the opportunity, it is impossible to defeat one hundred.

I saw the woman drew a black leather certificate from the gap in her chest, grabbed it in her hand, and showed it to the old monk.

"For the black prison to handle the case, irrelevant personnel leave immediately!"

The old monk was stunned for a moment and hesitated, "Are you?"

"The Black Prison Chief, A Qiaomu!"

The woman revealed her identity, and the old monk's complexion suddenly changed. He turned his head and waved vigorously at the monks.

The monks immediately stepped back and moved from the state of guard with sticks to the peaceful state of standing guard.

"I know who I am, why don't you let me go?"

A Qiaomu wanted to press Li Anrong to leave, but the door was still full of monks, blocking the way.

"What do you mean?" A Qiaomu turned to look at the old monk.

"Your Honor, please allow the old monk to say a few words." The old monk nodded and asked.

A Qiaomu nodded.

"This temple is based in the Long River Basin, within the territory of Red Mulberry, Ice Blue City, and the Principality of Red Mulberry, all of which are our suzerain states."

"The presiding judge of Ice Blue City and the princess of the Duchy of Red Sang are our distinguished guests, and none of us can offend."

"If this case happened outside Longwei Temple, I would listen to the rain through the window and stay out of the matter, but the matter happened inside the temple. According to the humanity convention formulated by the Human Survival Committee, regarding the rights of major religions, no matter where the temple is located, Just like the consulates of various countries, the temples are regarded as religious territories, that is, the pure land of the new Zen Buddhism."

"This temple has the responsibility and obligation to ensure the safety of believers who come to worship in the territory."

"If the presiding judge takes away the princess, the Principality of Hongsang will be held accountable, this temple will not be easy to explain..." The old monk spread his hands and looked embarrassed.

"Then if you hinder law enforcement in the black prison, you are not afraid that the queen will be blamed?" A Qiaomu asked, and then his tone became cold. "Ice Blue City is the head of the kingdom, and the red mulberry is only a part of the kingdom. Who is the king and who is the minister. Who is the big one, who is the master, do I still need me to teach you such a simple question?"

"If it were replaced by the previous one, this temple would definitely look forward to the imperial family of Ice Blue City, but now..." The old monk looked sad and didn't say the second half, but the meaning is very clear. It is now in a state of civil war, and who is the boss is still uncertain. , Ice Blue City and Red Mulberry are two different camps.

Of course, the other meaning of the old monk is also very clear, that is, both are bosses, and neither side wants to offend.

But in fact, this matter can't be neutral, letting go of Princess Hongsang is tantamount to offending Ice Blue City, and allowing A Qiaomu to take the Princess away will definitely offend Hongsang.

No matter what you do, you will offend one of them.

"Then what are you going to do?" A Qiaomu put his arms around his chest, kicked the ball to the old monk, and threatened, "If I don't get a satisfactory result, I will truthfully report it to the empress, saying that the new Zen is biased. Red mulberry!"

"This..." The old monk hesitated for a moment, then smiled slightly, and said, "The poor monk has a proposal..." The old monk's expression seemed to succeed in a conspiracy, "We promise to be fair and just, and both parties are satisfied."

"Are you going to change Li Anrong out?" A Qiaomu sneered, "I'm still going to cut it open and take it half by one person." At this point, she laughed and looked up and down Princess Hongsang with a cruel smile." I agree with this!"

"Don't worry, don't worry..." The old monk fumbled around for a while, took out a copper plate, and said, "Let's bet on the copper plate, we guess it, someone takes it away, if you can't guess it, you let it go."

"Opportunities each account for 50%. It is fair to both parties." At this point, the old monk smiled wisely.

A Qiaomu thought for a while, and said, "It's a big deal, I can't make a decision."

"I have to ask the Prime Minister for instructions!"

Before the action, Chen Xing had already met her and met her a few kilometers away.