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Chapter 623 Fate
"Ah, that assassin appeared again!" Zhou Yong and the others trembled. Although none of them had seen an assassin shoot an arrow in person, they had all seen the arrow shot by the British Duke Tiantian, which left an incredible impression on them. obliterate.And according to the British public, the assassin's archery skills are still superior to his!
Such a dangerous person, appearing in the capital with a hostile face at such a dangerous moment, is a threat to their side that far exceeds that of Ji Gang and King Han!
After all, no matter how many people Ji Gang and King Han have, they will be unable to deal with Wang Xian, who also has many subordinates, until the moment Tu Qiong meets him.But the assassin's arrows can kill people from a distance far beyond ordinary people's comprehension, making people hard to guard against, impossible to guard against!

There was a dead silence in the city gate, and the pressure brought by the assassin made Zhou Yong and others breathless.

"I don't know why, but he didn't make a move." Still Wang Xian said softly, "Could it be that I am really blessed by the Buddha."

"It should be that he doesn't want to kill the Lord, this is really the best." Zhou Yong also recovered.

"My lord, can I lift the martial law?" Zhengyang Gate guard asked cautiously. There is no way. After what happened last night, the reputation of this fierce god has surpassed Ji Gang. Xian's courage is lacking.

It was only then that Wang Xian discovered that the two sides of the city gate were full of people waiting to enter and exit, and they were blocked by soldiers from passing through.

"Hehe, I'm sorry." Wang Xian smiled kindly, flattering the thousand households, and quickly said: "It's a great honor to serve you, but Zhengyang Gate is an important way in and out, so it's inconvenient if it's closed for a long time..."

"I'm causing you trouble." Wang Xian nodded and said, "Let's go." He left Zhengyang Gate with all the guards.

Coming out of Zhengyang Gate, the guards were extremely nervous, watching every possible threat vigilantly, and the range of alert was tripled than usual.

"Can this prevent that arrow?" Wang Xian asked the nervous Zhou Yong.

Zhou Yong shook his head.Although he didn't understand geometric figures, he knew that with the same strength, doubling the alert area would require three times more manpower.To expand twice, requires five times the manpower, to expand three times, the manpower will increase even more...

"Then don't waste your time, go back to the Yamen." Wang Xian glanced at Zhou Yong comfortingly, the arrow beyond his knowledge had completely shattered the experience and confidence of this capable chief guard...

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Among the bustling crowd, a tall man with a rough face walked side by side with a petite woman with a veil.

"Third brother, why didn't you make a move?" The woman's voice was not loud, and only the man could hear it.

"I found out that he was an old friend." The tall man said with a look of nostalgia on his face: "I, Lin San, will never do anything to my friend." Wang Xian and his party were almost scared out of their wits without firing an arrow. The peerless master at the time was actually Shandong Linsan, who had not met Wang Xian many times, but was congenial!His voice was very loud, but strangely, the people around him seemed to have never heard of it.

"Third brother..." The woman sighed heartily, and couldn't help but worry about Lin Sange.But isn't this the hero who breaks her heart? "How do you explain this to Ji Gang?"

"Account to him? It's fine if I don't settle accounts with him!" Lin San frowned with thick broom-like brows: "He is a fellow from our hometown, but Wang Xian is also my friend. Although we beg him, But you can't let me face my friends with swords, right?"

"Then where are we going?" The woman is not short in stature, but she looks a little petite next to Lin San who is like a giant spirit.She followed closely beside Lin San who was walking like a dragon and a tiger, walking gracefully and calmly. "This is not the way to Ji Gang's house."

"Go to meet an elder." After Lin San finished speaking, he walked with a dull head, and stood in front of a temple after a while, with complicated eyes and said: "Here we are!"

The woman saw the magnificent temple with the plaque of "Qingshou Temple" hanging, but the door was deserted, like an ancient temple deep in the mountains, not like in the bustling and noisy capital.

"The incense is so deserted..." the woman wondered in a low voice.

"It's strange if it's not deserted." Lin San smiled and stepped into the temple.

At the gate of the temple, the Zhike monk was dozing off when he saw two pilgrims coming in, and immediately became energetic: "You two can be regarded as worshiping the right temple gate. The Buddha in our Qingshou Temple is the most effective. , they are all responsive to requests, and they also provide a free vegetarian meal. The vegetarian meal in our Qingshou Temple is unique in the world, and even the emperor is full of praise for eating it..."

The woman saw that the guest-knowing monk was talking like a waiter in a shop, she couldn't help laughing and said: "It's really as good as you said, why haven't I seen many pilgrims?"

The Zhike monk blushed and said, "Because it is so effective and everyone is satisfied, so there is no need to come again..."

"Stop rambling." Lin Sanyi waved his hand and said, "I'm not here to offer incense, I want to see Master Daoyan."

"Master is in the middle of Qingxiu, but he doesn't see any guests." The monk who knew the guest stopped laughing immediately, and put on a straight face.

"You show this to the old monk." Lin San took out a string of black and white rosary beads.

"It's this again..." I don't know whether it was because the Zhigu monk had a good memory, or because there were too few guests, but he immediately remembered the string of beads that Wang Xian had brought out back then.Immediately, he didn't dare to neglect, took the rosary and ran in, came out after a while and said: "Please come in."

The two of them followed him and were not as good as in the temple. Although Lin San didn't come to offer incense, he still worshiped three pillars of high incense in the main hall.The woman didn't intend to offer incense at first, but when she saw the Buddha enshrined in the middle, she obediently lit three sticks of incense, secretly surprised: "It turns out that it is my Buddha who is enshrined..."

The Zhike monk stood by the side of the bill as if in response to the occasion, and rang the bell for it when the two people offered incense. After completing the ceremony, the Zhike monk asked in a low voice: "You two really don't want to ask for a lottery? It's very effective..."

Lin San shook his head and said, "My fate is up to me, I don't ask for it."

"Third brother, my sister wants to ask for a lottery." The woman said softly.

Lin San laughed loudly and said: "You really put the cart before the horse, Master Daoyan is the number one yin and yang master in this world, ask him later."

"En." The woman happily replied, and never looked at the lottery in the Zhike monk's hand again.Zhike monk lowered his head depressedly, and muttered in a low voice: "I also got the master's true biography, okay..."

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The two followed the Zhike monk into the backyard, only to see sandalwood floating in the courtyard, white walls, blue bricks and black tiles, very simple and solemn.

The courtyard was quiet, only a young monk in his teens, with a strong figure, who looked like he was not of my race was sweeping the floor with his head bowed. When he heard someone coming in, he only raised his head and glanced coldly, then continued to sweep his land.

But this glance made Lin San frown, and he felt a sense of danger.But it was inconvenient to ask more questions, so he followed the Zhike monk to the outside of the meditation room. The Zhike monk opened the door and said softly: "Please come in, both of you."

The two of them took off their shoes and entered the meditation room, only to see that the walls of the room were empty, only a burner of incense and three futons, on one of the futons sat a sickly thin man with a white beard and eyebrows in a Gebu cassock. old monk.The woman looked at the old monk in his seventies and eighties curiously, and saw that he looked haggard, but his triangular eyes were piercing, as if he could see through the internal organs of a person with a single glance.She couldn't help secretly marveling, she took off her veil neatly, revealing a holy face like a fairy, no wonder she wanted to cover her face on the street, if she went out like this, she would be surrounded by crowds wherever she went.

The woman knelt down on the futon like Lin San, and when she saw Lin San bowed respectfully and said: "Lin San pays respects to Grand Master Uncle!" She also hurriedly bowed down.

Old monk Daoyan's face showed an extremely rare kindness, which Wang Xian had never enjoyed before.

"Get up, let me take a good look at you." Dao Yan stared closely at Lin San's rough and heroic face, but his eyes were full of memories of the past, "Like, really like, just like your grandfather !"

"..." Hearing the old monk mention his grandfather, Lin San's expression darkened, but he didn't miss his grandfather Xiaoming Wang whom he had never met much.Rather, since his birth, his fate has been determined by the three words 'Xiao Ming Wang'. His whole life can only go forward according to the arranged way, even if his martial arts are world-class, he will not be able to fight!

"How is your father?" Dao Yan was only immersed in the memory, not paying attention to the change of Lin San's expression.Of course, he will not bother with these.

"Father, he passed away last year..." Lin San whispered.

"Oh..." Dao Yan nodded, not at all sad, but a little envious: "He was relieved first."

"Yes..." Lin San said in a low voice: "Whether it's my father or grand uncle, this life has been too hard."

"You want to say that you are also suffering?" When will Dao Yan's smile end? "

"The end..." The old monk lowered his eyelids, held his hands, and the heart of the woman watching was throbbing, secretly saying that the old monk smiled like a night owl.

"Yes..." Lin San didn't hide it: "This is also the reason why I came to see Taishishu." He sighed, looked at the woman beside him, and said frankly: "From the 13th year of Longfeng, Taishizu In Ruizhou, in 26 years, Zhu Yuanzhang sent Liao Yongzhong to drown my grandfather in the river. We, the remnants of the red scarves, soaked our hatred in our blood. Our children and grandchildren live for revenge, live for revenge, and die for revenge. The grand master is like this, my father is like this, so are my many uncles, and I...so am I..." Speaking of this, he couldn't suppress the pain in his heart, and said with tears in his eyes: "I think May I ask Grand Master Uncle, when will this fate end?"

Feeling the great sorrow in Lin San's heart, the woman's brows were filled with tears, and she stared at the stalwart man bewilderedly.

The old monk's skinny fingers passed one hundred and eight rosary beads made of agarwood, and after a long time, he said slowly: "It's close when you say it, and it's far when you say it is far."

"I don't understand." Lin San said honestly.

"If you ask this question, it means that the end is coming soon..." The old monk said lightly: "Time will dilute all hatred. When I was young, and your father, I only had the idea of ​​revenge in my heart, and I never thought about it." Others. By the time of your generation, you have already doubted your mission, doesn't this mean that it is almost the end?"

"Then why is it far away?"

(End of this chapter)