Crazy criticizes the empress because she is bent on mistaking Buddhism

Chapter 16 Stop the Killing

Hearing Xie Qingyun's order, Run Liu answered yes expressionlessly.

Then he grabbed the monk who had just attacked Xie Qingyun without any delay, as if he were lifting a chicken out of a chicken coop.

He raised the knife and dropped it, and the next second the monk's head fell to the ground.

Huicheng was so scared that she closed her eyes.

Junliu reached out to grab the second one.

The screams of the monks instantly filled the entire temple.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Huicheng's voice trembled, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

He fears.

He had never been so scared.

Perhaps it was because he had never seen killing.

Or maybe because the person who was killed was also a monk.

But it was precisely because the man who was killed was a monk that he could still muster courage in such a frightening situation.

Huicheng knelt down, but didn't know how to speak.

Xie Qingyun looked at him and consoled him: "If the Imperial Master is afraid, you can avoid him first."

Huicheng shook his head, held his breath, and tried hard not to smell the heavy smell of blood lingering around the tip of his nose.

"Your Majesty just said that you can grant a wish to this poor monk. I wonder if you can still make it?" Huicheng asked with a trembling voice.

"Natural counting."

Xie Qingyun looked down at Huicheng who was kneeling on the ground, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she had a premonition that the next request he made would not make her too happy.

Sure enough, I heard Huicheng muster up the courage to say: "I beg your majesty to spare the lives of the monks of Cining Temple."

This was the first time he called "Chen" in front of Xie Qingyun.

However, Xie Qingyun did not respond to him.

Instead, there was the sound of a sharp knife being unsheathed.

Soon, a sword with green light was placed on Huicheng's neck.

Huicheng lowered his head, and all he could see was the pair of bright yellow boots.

That is the symbol of the emperor.

He closed his eyes in despair.

"National Division."

Xie Qingyun's voice came down from the top of her head, as empty as a valley.

It's obviously as sweet as ever, but why does it sound like a life-threatening bell this time?

"Does the Imperial Master think that I dare not kill you?" Xie Qingyun looked at Huicheng who was kneeling on the ground, like a god looking at ants on the ground.

Huicheng closed her eyes as if appointed, waiting for the judgment from Xie Qingyun.

It seems that he has finally bowed his head to fate.

Xie Qingyun swung the sword in her hand without hesitation.

She was murderous.

It was just that her murderous intention was not firm enough to allow her to swing the sword to the end, but it stopped at Huicheng's neck.

A stream of blood slowly flowed down the blade.

Xie Qingyun picked up the sword, looked at the blood stain, stretched out her index finger, and wiped it off.

Then he put it on the tip of his tongue and licked it.

It turns out that even an eminent monk’s blood is hot, red, and salty.

Xie Qingyun looked at Huicheng on the ground and slowly squatted down, facing him very close.

She reached out and smeared all the blood left on her index finger on Huicheng's lips.

"Why are the Imperial Master's lips so pale?" she asked softly.

Xie Qingyun didn't stop until the blood evenly coated Huicheng's entire lips.

Staring at his work with satisfaction.

She leaned close to Huicheng's ear and breathed Rulan: "Congratulations, the Imperial Master made the right bet this time. I really can't bear to kill you."

Xie Qingyun chuckled and stood up.

She looked at the monk kneeling on the ground, a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes.

"Since the Imperial Master asked for mercy, I will grant his request."

"Runliu, let these people go." Xie Qingyun said calmly.

After all, he turned around and prepared to go out.

She didn't want to see the monk in this temple again.The monks at Cining Temple behind her were quickly untied. They had just experienced a life and death situation. Now they all knelt on the ground and sent Xie Qingyun off respectfully.

However, a monk squeezed in the crowd moved his fingers slightly, and a small crossbow quickly fell from his sleeve.

The crossbow was completely black in color and was only the size of a palm. He held it in his palm without attracting any attention.

He no longer expected to assassinate Xie Qingyun.

Unexpectedly, that stupid national master actually created an opportunity for him.

He raised his eyelids slightly, stared at Xie Qingyun's back, and slowly raised his arms.

However, the mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

Having already experienced an assassination, Runliu would not take this group of monks lightly.

As early as when he untied the rope, he had already set his sights on the monk.

So when the monk's arrow was about to be raised, the next second, his head and body were separated.

Blood splashed and stained Runliu's body.

Another assassin.

Huicheng, who was kneeling not far away and had not yet recovered, felt that the blood all over his body went cold for a moment.

The blood of the two monks mixed together and slowly flowed to his eyes.

Huicheng seemed to have foreseen the fate he was about to face.

However, Xie Qingyun didn't look back at all.

Assassinations of this level have long been countless for her.

Xie Qingyun just smiled, with a bit of sarcasm: "The Imperial Master is kind, and since I have promised him, there is no reason to kill him again."

"Runliu, even if there are assassins, we must not take people's lives."

Runliu's face was expressionless and cold.

He followed Xie Qingyun out of the temple door step by step, fearing that Xie Qingyun would be harmed again.

The palace people followed closely and filed out.

Only Huicheng was left behind.

This is the price of his kindness.

His kindness almost killed the emperor again.

Huicheng lowered his head, looked at the ground, looked at his blood-stained monk's robe, and cried for the first time.

He originally wanted to protect Xie Qingyun.

But I don’t know why it evolved into what it is now.

Get out of hand.

The summer sky is just like his mood.

In an instant, the situation changed suddenly.

After a while, black clouds accumulated in the sky.

After a few thunderclaps, heavy rain poured down.

There was blood in Cining Temple.

Huicheng chased two steps forward, seeing Xie Qingyun who had long since disappeared, crying loudly in the rain.

Until a person stood in front of him.

He is the abbot of Cining Temple.

Compared to Huicheng's master, he was older.

With pity in his eyes, he looked at Huicheng and clasped his hands together: "This is not your fault."

Huicheng shook his head and said nothing.

They will not understand.

He couldn't explain it either.

What to explain?Explain that as a monk, he felt sorry for the murderous emperor?
He even began to wonder involuntarily, before she made the decision to kill everyone, had she ever shown kindness like she did today and let go of the killer who was originally going to kill him?
And when she knew that there was a killer hiding in the crowd, but still chose to spare the lives of other monks, was she disappointed and misjudged herself?
Huicheng began to no longer believe in those things that she had always believed in.

The world is never black and white.

In the heavy rain, Huicheng slowly stood up.

Xie Qingyun's men had completely withdrawn from Cining Temple, and they did not wait for him.

However, behind his lonely figure, the abbot of Cining Temple led all the monks to kneel down.

"All the monks in our temple would like to thank the eminent monk for saving his life," the abbot said.

"Thank you, eminent monk, for saving your life!" all the monks said in unison.

They kowtowed three times to Huicheng, as devoutly as kneeling before the Buddha.

(End of this chapter)