Empress of Erzhoumu: This plot is wrong!

Chapter 143 Empress of Vacuum
The little monk stared at the sky, a drop of rain fell on his eyelashes, and his eyes blinked unconsciously.

"Master, it's raining."

"It's playful again, so don't hurry up and do your homework."

"Oh."

The little monk covered his head, trotted back to the main hall, sat beside his senior brother, muttering something.

It's just that his eyes glanced outside from time to time, because he vaguely heard the rapid sound of horseshoes.

But after a while, the rain has picked up.

The rain fell on the roof, splashing a layer of white mist, like a misty white gauze.

At this time, a gust of wind blew over, and the white gauze floated away curlingly, and the raindrops slanted on the stagnant water, stirring up splashes of water.

Ping'an Temple is considered an ancient temple, but it is still some distance away from the nearest Funing County.

In addition, it has been in disrepair for a long time, so the incense is not very strong.

The sound of horseshoes came from far to near, and then stopped abruptly.

Not long after, two figures appeared at the gate of Ping'an Temple.

Li Yunsheng and Jiang Qingying were drowned by the sudden heavy rain.

The two glanced at each other, both of them looked downcast.

No one expected that the rain would come so suddenly.

The two of them are usually the masters who are served by others, so they travel lightly along the way.

So, I was caught off guard today.

There were no houses nearby, and if it wasn't for this temple, they would have had to travel in the rain.

The abbot picked up two umbrellas and was about to go to the door to meet him.

Unexpectedly, the little monk who didn't want to meditate and chant the scriptures had already snatched the umbrella from his hand.

"I'm going to deliver an umbrella to the benefactor."

As he said that, he ran into the rain alone with an umbrella, and his footprints splashed one by one.

At the gate, Li Yunsheng took the umbrella and thanked him.

The little monk looked surprised, and he raised his finger to Jiang Qingying's chest.

"The donor's chest is stronger than my elder brother, you must have a lot of strength!"

Facing the little monk's childish words, Li Yunsheng wanted to hold back but couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Qingying looked down, her robe was wet from the rain, so it was clinging to her body.

It may not be obvious at ordinary times, but at this time, it is particularly abrupt to be dressed in a man's attire.

"Do not laugh!"

Jiang Qingying hit Li Yunsheng on the head with an umbrella, and then quickly ran into the temple alone under the umbrella.

The little monk stroked his bald head, puzzled.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Li Yunsheng took the umbrella from the little monk's hand, and the two of them shared one.

Looking at the back of the empress, he recalled the situation of the two Yukong that day.

"You are right, she is indeed very strong."

Especially those legs, clamping your waist, it is impossible to break free.

At the entrance of the main hall, the old monk gave a salute.

"Benefactor, you can go to the meditation room and change your clothes first."

Jiang Qingying felt cold all over, and her teeth were chattering when she spoke.

"Thank you."

The two of them were only on their way, and she didn't bring any extra clothes.

She wanted to change clothes, but she didn't know what to change.

When Li Yunsheng and the young monk walked to the entrance of the main hall, they saw Jiang Qingying standing inside the main hall, holding the door with both hands and only sticking out his head, waiting for him.

He could see that Jiang Qingying was trembling.

"Master, we didn't bring a change of clothes, can we borrow two clean robes first?"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of silver from his wet sleeve.

"A little incense money, I hope the master will accept it."

The old monk, who was already enthusiastic, became even more cordial when he saw Yinzi.

"Two benefactors, please follow me."

After a while, the two were taken to a clean meditation room.

Afterwards, the little monk walked in with two sets of monk robes and two pairs of shoes.

After putting it down, he seemed to be afraid that Li Yunsheng would dislike him, so he pointed to the monk's robe and said something deliberately.

"These are new."

"Thank you."

Li Yunsheng got up, pulled the little monk out of the house, and closed the door.

The old monk returned with two hand stoves, and when he saw him coming out with wet clothes, he instantly understood.

"Benefactor, the meditation room next door is also empty."

Li Yunsheng took the stove and warmed his hands.

"No, I'll wait for her to come out."

His cultivation has been raised to the sixth rank, and his body has become much stronger.

When the air machine is running, the cold air can be blocked.

The old monk glanced at Li Yunsheng.

"The benefactor used the Tongxuan Sutra from Jingming Mountain."

Yo, Li Yunsheng turned his head.

"The master can even see this."

"Ugh……"

The old monk sighed.

"The head teacher of Jingming Mountain is an old friend of the poor monk. Some time ago, he specially wrote to me to show off, saying how strong the incense on his mountain is."

Li Yunsheng asked knowingly.

"Then how did the incense on his mountain flourish?"

"It is said that the Zaifu of the current court was invited to inscribe four characters, Jing Ming should be prosperous."

"The master is also going to the capital, please ask the lord Zaifu to inscribe, maybe the incense in your temple will be better."

The old monk smiled.

"Duanyun likes to spy on the secrets of heaven, but the poor monk thinks that everything depends on fate."

Li Yunsheng nodded approvingly, and there was indeed some fate.

"Master's state of mind is much higher than that of Taoist Duanyun."

"No, benefactor, please don't say that.

Why doesn't the poor monk want to keep the temple alive, but...

The old monk looked at the young monk who didn't understand anything, and continued.

"Li Xiang is a figure standing in the clouds. Our little Ping'an Temple really has nothing to sell."

In fact, the four-character question was easy for Li Yunsheng.

It's just that he has dealt with Brother Duanyun a few times, and he also understands that his luck is not so good.

When they met by chance, he didn't dare to leave a message for the other party rashly.

I'm afraid this small temple can't bear my luck.

At that time, it will harm the Ping'an Temple instead.

While the two were chatting, the door of the meditation room opened.

When Li Yunsheng turned his head, he saw the empress in a monk's robe walking out.

The little monk's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was wide open. This benefactor's pectoralis major muscles were incomparable to those of the two senior monks.

The old monk stretched out his hand and covered the young monk's eyes.

"See no evil."

Li Yunsheng looked at the empress up and down, and she changed into a monk's robe, which looked a bit like a lay nun.

The empress' long, wet hair hung down behind her.

Because the inside and outside of the previous clothes were wet, there was no restraint at this moment, and the chest was even more bulging.

Dou Xiaohanquan, Huafanluti, Wufeng is the most heartbroken in two.

Seeing his impure eyes, Jiang Qingying folded her arms around her chest.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, let's see what I do."

Li Yunsheng put the stove in his hand on the empress's chest, and then walked into the room.

In the room.

On the soft floor is the robe that the empress just changed, and a long white cloth is draped on the floor.

Li Yunsheng glanced at the white cloth, then glanced back at Jiang Qingying who was standing at the door.

A thought suddenly popped up in my mind, the empress should be in a vacuum right now.

boom.

The door of the room was closed by the empress, Li Yunsheng smacked his mouth, and then picked up a clean monk's robe.

Until nightfall, the rain did not stop.

After eating vegetarian food in the temple, Jiang Qingying listened to the sound of chanting, stood devoutly in front of the Buddha statue, and prayed with her eyes closed.

The little monk peeked at him from time to time, and when he recited the scriptures, his head suddenly opened up. This 'son' is a woman!
Having figured this out, the little monk wanted to take a second look after one look.

He just asked the Buddha why, before the Buddha could give him an answer, the great monk gave him a brainstorm.

The little monk was suffering from pain, and continued to chant scriptures while covering his head.

Li Yunsheng stood aside, waiting for Jiang Qingying to slowly open his eyes.

"If you make a wish to him, you might as well make a wish to me directly."

Jiang Qingying took a step aside calmly, moving a little further away from Li Yunsheng.

Putting his hands together again, he muttered.

"Buddha, I'm not familiar with this person."

The implication is, don't take me with you when you commit crimes.

Li Yunsheng pouted, all the abbots in this temple wanted to ask him to write an inscription.

The Buddha in this temple is really spiritual, but why is the incense burning like this?

The people in the main hall didn't know that the entire Ping'an Temple had been surrounded.

Beside Tie Xuan, a man in coir raincoat whispered.

"I found out, because of the rain, they arrived here at noon and never left."

"on!"

In Funing County, it is inconvenient for so many of them to enter the county, so the last assassination was just a test.

This time, the two people in the temple were already trapped, and they had nowhere to escape.

Following Tie Xuan's order, in the rainy night, a thousand dead men with long knives quickly gathered towards the Peace Temple.

The old monk sighed inwardly, and looked at Li Yunsheng and Jiang Qingying meaningfully. It seemed that they were in trouble at Ping'an Temple.

Just when he was about to get up, Li Yunsheng had already held up the oil-paper umbrella and walked out.

The sound of pattering rain fell on the ground, covering the sound of footsteps outside the temple.

Boom boom boom!
At the door, there was a knock on the door.

The sound of chanting gradually stopped, because the knock on the door became more and more urgent.

boom.

The gate of the temple was kicked open, and with the sound of thunder, one could see dense numbers of people holding long knives standing outside the gate of the temple.

The temple was full of monks, and Li Yunsheng and Jiang Qingying were particularly eye-catching.

Moreover, Li Yunsheng was standing alone in the courtyard, as if waiting for them to come.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingying sighed slightly, it seemed that Jiang Ying must kill her.

She did not hide in the hall alone, but stood beside Li Yunsheng holding an umbrella.

"Can we still go?"

I have already died once, and I have seen Li Yunsheng die once.

Her fear of death was actually not as strong as the first time.

At the door, the man in black raised the knife in his hand and pointed it at Li Yunsheng and the two of them.

"We came to Ping'an Temple for only one thing, to kill two people!
If you don't want to die, just stand aside and don't meddle in your own business. "

"Amitabha."

The old monk stood in the hall with his palms folded.

"Buddhist good land, all benefactors, don't move rashly."

The man in black waved the knife in his hand and said with a sinister smile.

"Kill or kill!"

At this moment, men in black around the temple leaped onto the courtyard wall.

Even the roof of the main hall is full of people holding long knives.

Li Yunsheng only had a rough perception that there were at least six or seven of these people whose cultivation base was higher than his.

Especially the person standing at the door, I'm afraid they are already in the third rank.

He calmly put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, but his clothes were not wet by the raindrops.

(End of this chapter)