The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Joyce wanted to chase but was caught by Chen Wenxu.

Chen Wenxu knew that the fact that Li Muchen didn't move meant that the time had not come yet, and it would be useless to arrest the arrogant nun named Jessica.

Joyce squatted on the ground and cried, attracting the attention of nearby tourists.

Everyone looked at Li Muchen, waiting for him to make a decision.

Li Muchen looked at the ruins of the temple in front of him, and the sun was gradually heading west. He said, "Forget it, it's getting late, let's go."

Joyce was disappointed.

Carol breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone left the temple, returned to the city center, and stayed at the place arranged by Carol.

Everyone was in a low mood, even eating absent-mindedly, especially Joyce and Lilith, who had their own concerns.

Back in the rest room, Carol said goodbye and left. Chen Wenxu couldn't help but ask Li Muchen: "Why didn't you stop Jessica just now and ask about Agatha's whereabouts? This is not like your style."

Li Muchen said: "Jessica is just a little person. She may not know where Agatha is. But through her words, we can at least be sure that Agatha is still alive."

Joyce's eyes lit up: "Mr. Li, please help me!"

"Of course I want to help you, but whether Agatha wants to see you or not is beyond my control."

Li Muchen spoke very reservedly, not wanting to irritate Joyce. Based on his understanding of the Holy Church of the Sun, Agatha has probably been completely transformed, from body to soul. As Jessica said, the waiter of God has already cut off worldly emotions.

Just like many Chinese practitioners in the past, they lived in empty mountains, cold temples, and ancient Buddhas with clear lamps. They thought that by cutting off the mundane world, they would be able to end the worldly bond, but they fell into the obsession of emptiness.

How do they know that the worldly bond is not cut off, just like the human soul and body are inseparable. When the body dies, the soul has nowhere to rest; when the soul is gone, the body will wither.

If you want your soul to sublimate and get rid of its dependence on the body, you must first work on the cultivation of the body.

The earthly bond can only be broken but cannot be broken. When the fate is over, it will naturally be broken.

The fate between Agatha and Joyce is obviously unresolved, otherwise Joyce would not be so persistent, stealing the Black Fire, and running away, just to rescue his wife and dispel the evil curse in her body.

But now this fate has been forcibly severed and disconnected. Joyce's wishful thinking may not lead to the results he wants.

Of course Joyce understood what Li Muchen meant. He shook his head and said firmly: "Agatha will never forget me! They must have trapped her and prevented her from seeing me!"

Even Chen Wenxu didn't believe this. Why did they trap her? Are you an important role?

But of course Chen Wenxue wouldn't say it out loud, so he changed the subject and asked Li Muchen: "Muchen, I know you. You must have discovered something else, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't let Jessica go easily."

Li Muchen nodded: "Yes, I smelled it."

"Smell? What smell?"

"The smell of an arsonist."

Everyone was shocked.

"You mean...the person who set the fire was near the Parthenon?"

Li Muchen said: "To be more precise, among the tourists during the day."

"Ah?" Chen Wenxue said in surprise, "Then why don't you find him?"

Li Muchen smiled: "This is Jasmine City, the territory of the Holy Light Society. Holy Angel Sariel and Paladin Hawkwood are there. Do you think I should help them? Or should I help the arsonist? "

"of course……"

Chen Wenxue originally wanted to help the Holy Light Society, but he thought wrong. He came to the Holy Light Society to seek justice. He was obviously an enemy, so why should he help them?

But if he was helping the arsonist, he always felt something was wrong.

"Did this arsonist come for you?" Chen Wenxue asked.

"That's exactly what I want to know."

Li Muchen said and looked at the sky outside the window.

It has just entered dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun still remains in the sky, the city street lights have just turned on, and the night is closing in on the distant land.

"It's almost time. You guys wait here and I'll go meet them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person disappeared from the seat into thin air.

……

The pillars of the Parthenon are like giant soldiers lined up, guarding the land at dusk.

Darkness falls, but the moon also rises, bringing a cool light to the world.

Above the temple, a woman is suspended in the moonlight. Her white clothes are as smooth and soft as moonlight and cling to her body. She is graceful and agile. A pair of wings are spread out behind her back, emitting a faint light of the same color as the moon in the sky. .

At the other end of the high ground where the temple is located, a knight in armor rides a similarly armored horse and holds a spear. People and horses are all glowing, like glowing city sculptures in the night.

Between the angel and the knight stood a man in black. His clothes were the same color as the rocks, like a chameleon hiding among the cold rocks.

The angel's wings flapped slightly, and the moon in the sky suddenly brightened. A beam of light shot down from the void sky and landed on the place where the man in black was hiding, making him unable to hide.

The tip of the spear in the knight's hand became dazzling, and a faint hint of murderous intent, like the locks of hell, completely enveloped the high ground where the Parthenon Temple was located.

The man in black stood in the light, looking up at the sky, thoughtfully.

"Hawkwood, you can leave, leave this person to me." said the beautiful angel suspended in the air.

"No, the arsonist must be taken to Tiluo Island and dealt with by the Holy See." Hawkwood's voice was raw and emotionless, like cold metal friction.

"As an angel of holy light, on behalf of Lucifer, I order you to leave immediately. This man comes from the underworld, and I want to bring him back to the unsullied sanctuary."

The voice of the angel is soft and beautiful, but it also carries infinite majesty and holiness.

Hawkwood held the silver gun in his hand, his body and mount standing firm as a mountain, with no intention of leaving.

"Hawkwood, are you going to disobey God's will?" The angel seemed a little angry.

"Saint Sariel, I have no intention of disobeying God's will, I am just performing my duties. You can go to Tiluo Island and ask the Holy See for people in the name of God," Hawkwood said.

Saint Sariel frowned slightly under the moonlight.

The angel and the knight faced each other in the air and were in a stalemate.

At this time, the man in black laughed arrogantly.

"Hey, you two, why don't you have a fight?"

Neither Sariel Angel nor Hawkwood spoke. Both of them seemed to have some scruples, whether they were worried about the other's strength or the other's identity.

"Oh, it's really boring. If you don't fight, then I will leave."

After saying that, he shrunk.

Saint Sariel and Hawkwood moved at the same time.

The beam of moonlight suddenly solidified into reality, like a huge pillar falling from the sky, filled with mercury, covering the man in black.

The spear in Hawkwood's hand flew up and turned into a stream of light. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to detect its power, but every inch it advanced, it shattered the space, leaving a black cave of space behind it, forming a chain. A black line, as if laying a black pipe under the moonlight.

The spear hit the moon pillar, the light and shadow were bright, the moon pillar exploded, and the mercury flowed out.

The man in black took advantage of this moment and fled away, leaving only a black coat on the ground. In the collision between the gun and the moon, it turned into dust and disappeared without a trace.

When an angel spreads his wings and a knight spurs his horse, he must chase after him.

Suddenly, a man in black emerged from the ground not far away and stood there blankly.

The person who stopped him was a young oriental man. Under the moonlight, he stood floating with his hands behind his back. His white clothes were better than the snow.