Chapter 949: The change of Xiaoming Temple, the king of medicine was captured! Two in one](2/3)
Zhan Wuque pushed the door open and entered. Shangguan Wan'er was sitting on the stool and looking out the window, feeling a little lost.
Zhan Wuque sat down and wanted to speak, but didn't know where to start.
"Tell me what Daqin has become now."
Shangguan Wan'er spoke slowly.
"I haven't been back in a long time."
This sentence made Zhan Wuque even more guilty.
If it weren't for her, Shangguan Wan'er wouldn't have left her hometown so far.
"The Qin Dynasty has changed a lot now."
Zhan Wuque spoke slowly.
From the time he left the secret realm to bloody purge of the imperial capital, to the sudden change of the Qin Dynasty.
Once upon a time, Jiang Su is the only one left in the palace.
Many of the hatreds of the past have disappeared.
When Shangguan Wan'er heard that the Martial God Temple in the Great Qin Emperor's Capital had been wiped out by Zhan Wuque, she couldn't help crying again.
Back then, she watched the Son of God order the people from the Temple of War to kill all her companions and grandfather and fall into a pool of blood.
At that time, she was so helpless and desperate.
At that moment, she felt as if the sky had fallen.
Zhan Wuque sighed softly.
"Do you have any wish? I will do my best to help you achieve it."
Zhan Wuque wants to make up for it.
Shangguan Wan'er shook her head slowly.
She didn't want to make up for it. Zhan Wuque killed Wu Hao and offended Wu Yi. Now she couldn't protect herself, so why bother him?
She wanted to go back to Daqin, but now she has no home, so what's the point of going back?
"You can stay here for the time being," Zhan Wuque took out a few bottles of pills and two jade slips from the storage ring, put them on the table and left.
The elixir is the best elixir, and the jade slip contains martial arts and martial arts. Zhan Wuque carefully selected for Shangguan Wan'er, and the most suitable one is for her.
After gently closing the door, Zhan Wuque was thinking about how to place Shangguan Wan'er.
He has too many enemies, so it is not safe for Shangguan Wan'er to follow him.
"If it really doesn't work, just send her to the palace."
Zhan Wuque thought.
Then let Princess Wen Yao take care of her.
The palace is definitely safer than following him.
...
at the same time.
Xiaoming Temple, far away in the west of Lingxi, was in trouble.
The troops of the Xiahuang Sect had already arrived at the gate of Xiaomingsi.
"You are waiting for the demon monk, why don't you get out quickly and surrender!"
The leader of a man holding a spear shouted, his voice rolling, which made the entire mountain shake slightly.
This person is the most brave general of the Great Xia Dynasty and has the strength of a martial master.
"Amitabha, who is making noise in front of this temple?!"
Jingkong took people out.
When I saw the visitor, my face changed suddenly.
People from the court!
And it seems that the visitor is not good.
"The demon monk in Xiaoming Temple colluded with a traitor to harm the imperial concubine. He came to capture him under the order of Emperor Xia to prove the court's order!"
"Are you surrendering and going back with me obediently, or waiting for me to take action and wash Xiaomingsi bloodied!"
The general sneered.
"We'll go with you."
The old monk Kong Nie walked out. He is now the most senior in Xiaoming Temple, so his words are naturally the most important.
"Uncle Master!"
Jingkong clenched his fists.
"Amitabha, Jingkong, we cannot fight against the court. Now, we can only place our hopes on the battle donor."
Kong Ni put his hands together, his expression was neither happy nor sad.
In this way, all the monks from Xiaoming Temple were taken to Xiadu and became prisoners.
This incident caused a sensation in Xiadu.
Xiaoming Temple is a famous Buddhist holy land in Lingxi and a thousand-year-old temple. The court now says to the public that the monks of Xiaoming Temple collude with others to murder the imperial concubine, and many people do not believe it.
Dungeon.
It is dark and damp, and snakes, rats, insects and ants can be seen everywhere.
Two yamen runners walked in with a monk covered in blood, opened the door of the cell, and threw it in directly.
"Junior brother!"
Jingkong rushed over and helped him up.
The body covered with blood was Jingwu.
He was tortured for many days and was released until now.
"I'm pretty hard, I want to see how long you can hold on!"
Two yamen runners closed the cell door with a "slam".
"I...I'm fine."
Jingwu opened his eyes with some difficulty.
His eyelids were almost covered with blood scabs.
"Jingwu, what's going on?"
"Who did the imperial concubine do the murder of her?"
Someone was slapped at the prison door excitedly.
All of them have their cultivation levels sealed, and now they can only be considered ordinary people.
"This is still necessary. It must be related to that kid Zhan Wuque. We are all dragged down by him!"
The other person said indignantly.
"Amitabha!"
Jingwu recited the Buddha's name.
It doesn't matter whether it is or not.
Emperor Xia now basically believes that Zhan Wuque did it.
Even if you kill a thousand mistakes, you won’t let one go.
"It's over, our Xiaomingsi is really over this time."
The monks were a little decadent.
"By the way, why did we forget Senior Brother Jingxin? He happened to go out for something and escaped the disaster. Maybe he could come to save us!"
"Yes, it's better to count on Uncle Jingxin than to rely on that kid to help soldiers!"
Hope rekindled in the hearts of the monks.
"Amitabha, you all say less," Kong Nie said, "As for fighting the donor, I believe that even if he did this, there is a reason for it."
"As long as he convinces Emperor Tang, Emperor Xia will naturally let us go and wait for news."
Kong Nirvana sat in a corner of the cell, and after saying that, he fell into silence.
With his strength, if he explodes with all his strength when he is in Xiaomingsi, he will have a high probability of breaking through.
But he didn't.
On the one hand, he has little life span, and on the other hand, he believes in Zhan Wuque.
To be continued...