The Strong Beauty is a Goddess in Showbiz

He took a deep look at the closed palace door and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a "click" and the door opened.

 In an instant, Xi Yan turned around in surprise.

Saw tallow was also stunned for a moment, and then he saluted excitedly: "Master Priest."

Xi Yan stared blankly at the confused temple priest, and his clear and bright eyes seemed to be covered with a faint haze.

 He said worriedly: ".Priest?"

“Xi Yan.” The temple priest’s eyes fell on him and he murmured, “I can’t see clearly.”

Xi Yan was even more confused than she was. Just as he was about to ask her what she couldn't see clearly, the temple priest already answered: "I can't see clearly why he did this."

ˆ “.”

Xi Yan fell silent suddenly.

 He couldn’t understand it either.

The priest of the temple seemed to have come out just to say this. She lowered her eyes and said softly: "Go back."

 That night, the rebels directly attacked the capital.

 The people were hiding in their homes in fear, looking at the sky full of fire outside, accompanied by the roar of the rebels and the sound of clashing swords and guns.

The rebels broke into the palaces of the princes and ministers, captured those who could not escape in time, and then broke into the palace. The general was not among these people.

Xi Yan looked at the rebels surrounding his prince's palace and was not surprised, but he looked at Si Jin's lieutenant in front of him and said coldly: "I want to see Si Jin."

The deputy general lowered his head without changing his expression: "Your Highness, please stay here."

His tone was respectful, unlike the attitude of a rebel, which made Xi Yan's eyebrows move. Just when he was about to say something, the deputy general seemed to have expected it in advance and left directly.

Xi Yan had no choice but to be placed under house arrest in the prince's mansion.

And the Si Jin he was talking about was currently walking on the mountain road to the temple.

 He came to the solemn gate of the temple and looked back at the war-torn capital in the distance.

 At this time, the temple was quiet, without a single guard on duty, and the wide open door showed a bit of loneliness.

The general's armor was stained with blood, and the sword he carried with him was not as clean as before. He just came back from the battlefield with killing intent. He ignored the empty situation in the temple and went straight to the priest's temple.

 On the road, he met the tallow priest.

Si Jin’s eyes did not change: “Priest, you still dare to come to see me?”

"General." Wu Gao leaned forward slightly, "I have a premonition that I will go back today. I can see the general before I die, so I have no regrets."

Si Jin tightened his grip on the sword.

"Let's go back."

 He just said this and walked straight past him.

The tallow priest sighed, turned around and looked at his retreating back, just as he had seen him off a year ago, bowed down and murmured softly: "Tallow, I would like to send you off to the general."

At this time, in the priest's temple, the temple priest was sitting on a high platform. There were several books spread out in front of her, but her attention was not on them.

  She noticed the movement outside the palace and looked up.

 Under the main hall, the general took off his blood-stained armor and sword and walked in with a harmless attitude.

Through the layers of curtains, she stared at the blurry figure of the other party and called out clearly: "General."

The general's footsteps paused, and his smiling voice came: "The war has reached the capital, but the priest is not surprised. Are you not ready to intervene?"

The temple priest looked at him steadily, but his tone was indifferent: "There is nothing to violate, just to comply."

"Fool."

 The general sighed, and the temple priest's eyes froze.

“If the royal power is replaced by the rebels, how long can you, a temple priest, sit in this position?”

 “I know.”

 The temple priest answered calmly.

The general watched the figure on the high platform move with the flickering candlelight. She seemed to have moved and walked down from the high platform.

 The priest of the temple came to him and answered him: "The temple will follow the destiny, and I will be no exception."

 “You are so cruel.”

Si Jin’s abrupt words made the temple priest’s silent brows ripple slightly.

"I have done so much, but I still can't impress you." Si Jin said slowly, "But I still can't do it, let you die in front of me, or watch you die."

At this moment, a hint of confusion clearly emerged in the temple priest's pair of insightful eyes, which were known to see through all things in the world.

 She couldn't see through Si Jin's thoughts at this time.

Si Jin seemed to understand her confusion at this time and couldn't help but laugh: "Can't you see clearly with your insightful eye?"

 The priest's pupils trembled.

 Four months of self-cultivation made her not only unable to wait for the judgment of fate, but also caused her discerning eyes to become foggy, just like the situation in front of her.

 At this moment, she knew the answer.

“Because it can’t see my sincerity clearly.”

Si Jin’s voice was slow and he kept staring at the temple priest without blinking.

The next moment, with the sound of the sword sinking into flesh and blood, he clearly saw the pupils of the temple priest in front of him suddenly tightening.

"you-"

The temple priest took a step back and watched in disbelief as Si Jin inserted her own sword into her waist and abdomen.

 “Ahem!”

Si Jin spit out a mouthful of blood.

His originally cold and healthy face suddenly turned weak and pale. He was never willing to be cruel to himself.

Looking at the temple priest who was stunned, he showed a gentle smile: "I originally wanted you to do it, but I think you are unwilling, so I can only do it myself."

"Why."

The temple priest's voice, which used to be almost calm and rational, was now trembling with confusion and confusion.

"I knew you would die here." For the first time in her life, she obeyed her instinct, stepped forward to support Si Jin who was half kneeling, and spoke with difficulty, "But I didn't know that this would develop. .”

 “Don’t blame yourself.”

Si Jin stretched out a hand to touch her face, but gave up because it was stained with his own blood.

 “This is my choice.”

“Even the famous general was killed by your sword. The rebels will only be more afraid of the temple and will not take action against you. You have enough time to leave here.”

 “Like I said, go and see the beautiful mountains and rivers outside.”

Before he died, he was still thinking about this matter.

The temple priest stared blankly at Si Jin, who was gradually losing his breath in his arms.

She suddenly recalled the memory of Doya dying on the hospital bed and saying goodbye to her while being tortured by the plague. Now, although the general was not tortured, the sword still in his body reminded her over and over again.

 The temple priest once again witnessed the people around her leaving her. Only this time, she clearly understood that something had changed.

 The fog that obscured her discerning eyes lifted, but she no longer needed it.