disguised holy monk

The tea fog was dense, and Xuanqing saw that Amaro didn't seem to have any intention of asking him for help, so he could only take the initiative to attack, "If you can't get rain, I'm afraid not only you will be in a difficult situation, but the people will also suffer more. If there is a need, the poor monk Where it helps..."

Before he finished speaking, Amaro sighed, waved his hands and said: "I know that Master cares about the common people, but this is definitely not a good time to stay in Xiyi Kingdom. In the current situation, I am afraid that the imperial city will die." Chaos, in two days I will send Master back to Nanchao..."

The king of Xiyi was getting old and more and more confused, now he dotes on Concubine Yun extremely, and her brother Wu Qichong's status has also risen.The Yue clan lost power, and Amoluo, as the archmage, couldn't ask for rain. He was afraid that he would break his promise to the king and be punished.Although he said it lightly, if the king of Xiyi really pursues it at that time, I'm afraid that if Xuan Qing stays here, neither of them will be able to protect him.

Xuan Qing didn't speak, what did he do when he went back?His task is not finished yet!Isn't this the points delivered to your door?

Amara himself is just practicing Buddhism, coupled with his talent and intelligence, he has mastered Tantric martial arts and reached a new height.But if you really ask him to pray for rain and do these superstitious feudal things, he really has nothing to do.

But Xuanqing is different, he has a secret weapon, but Amaro doesn't want to involve him in the slightest.

……

On the other side, Wu Muyu returned to Wu's house and went straight to the inner room to plead guilty.

"Master, Mu Yu is incompetent and failed to bring him back. But you guessed it right, Yue Qiran did bring a Southern Dynasty monk into the city..."

Wu Muyu bowed her head and knelt at the door. There was no movement in the room for a long while, only the fragrance of tea wafted in. In the mist, a figure in white with long hair scattered, and Zi Yuhuan tied half a wisp of black hair behind her.

After reading the letter in his hand, the man crushed the note from the Southern Dynasty with his slender fingers. Then he raised his hand and threw a small porcelain bottle to Wu Muyu at the door.

"Take this medicine to catch the man, don't hurt him."

The deep voice and every move are so light that he doesn't look like a member of the Wu family. Only the sharpness in the dark eyebrows shows that this person is not as indifferent as he looks.

So Amoluo can't understand Wu Qichong, thinking that he is putting on airs; he also doesn't like Amoluo's wanton esotericism, because in Wu Qichong's heart, the Buddha he admires should not be like tantricism, but...

Looking at the curling tea mist, he was a little absent-minded.

Wu Muyu shook the medicine in his hand, agreed with some joy, and then got up to leave.

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After Xuan Qing had his fast meal, he went back to the room he had arranged to rest.

Tantra is magnificent and has many rooms, Xuanqing is separated from Wuxin's place by some distance.

The candlelight in the room was flickering, Xuanqing sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes slightly as if meditating.

He was still thinking about two tasks in his heart. Although it was difficult to get the belief of the Xiyi people who had been enshrining Esoteric Buddhism, he already had an idea; and the other task was to influence Wu Qichong?

He carefully looked at the information on this person given by the system. Wu Qichong was born in the concubine of the old head of the Wu family. When Chong was 15 years old, for unknown reasons, the original young master of the Wu family suddenly died of illness. As the only remaining son of the Wu family, he officially became the new young master of the Wu family.

Xuanqing doesn't believe that the original young master of the Wu family died of illness for no reason... How can such a mature man with a cruel heart and a firm heart want to influence him easily?I'm afraid it would be easier to kill him!

Xuan Qing scratched his head in distress, and while thinking hard, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a "memory kill" item in the system.

He looked carefully at the instructions, and then at the miserable Wu Qichong when he was a child, and a flash of light came to his mind—since the mature and ruthless man is not easy to be influenced, then the poor child will be fine when he was young, right?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this item was feasible, and he reckoned his own merit points. The believers in the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Borderlands continued to send them, so he didn't have to worry about buying this item.

It's just that this prop can only be used when meeting a real person, so he has to think about how to meet Wu Qichong first.

At this moment, Xuan Qing suddenly felt drowsy, and could barely open his eyelids.

This feeling came suddenly, there must be something strange...

In the border of Xiyi Tantric School, who else would arrest him at this time? ... Then only Wu Qichong was his task target.

Xuan Qing's eyes lit up: It's true that someone comes to give you a pillow when you're sleepy!

After a cup of tea, the people outside saw that Xuan Qing closed his eyes and hadn't moved before carefully opening the window and coming in.

The three men in black were not weak in lightness kung fu, and landed silently.

But when she stretched out her hand to grab Xuan Qing who was on the bed, Wu Muyu had a hunch that something was wrong, she should grab it as a palm, and a strong wind blew it out.

Sure enough, the robe of the person on the bed moved slightly, turned around, avoided the palm wind, and flew behind her.

"Who is the benefactor?" Qingyue's voice was neither sad nor happy.

"You didn't pass out?" Wu Muyu lowered his voice and couldn't believe that someone could stay awake under Wu Qichong's medicine. Wu Qichong was so good at medicine and poison that even the king of Xiyi asked him to take action when he was seeing a doctor.

But in the next moment, she dismissed this idea, only to see that Xuan Qing's standing figure was unstable, and he couldn't even dodge the attacks of two people behind her who were weaker than her.

These two palms hit Xuan Qing's body firmly, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. Under the moonlight, his face seemed terribly pale.

It seems to be just holding on.

Wu Muyu couldn't help but feel a little bit unbearable when he thought of the appearance of the man in the daytime carriage when he lifted his cloak.

She stepped forward to catch the limp man, and said softly, "That's enough, the master said not to hurt him. Let's leave quickly..."

As he spoke, he grabbed the nearly fainted man in his arms and flew up to the roof.

Xuan Qing didn't feel any pain, but just vaguely felt that the internal injuries of this body had not healed to a certain extent, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat.

But if he really didn't want to be tricked just now, no one would hurt him, but he wanted to get hurt because he wanted to give Wu Qichong a meeting gift.

Thinking of this, Xuan Qing secretly curled the corners of his lips, and slowly fell asleep.

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In the Wu family, Wu Muyu wanted to throw the person to the ground as soon as she entered the door, but she didn't know what to think of, she paused, and helped Xuan Qing to sit on the chair.

"Master, the Southern Dynasty monk has been brought back." Wu Muyu reported respectfully to the room, and said cautiously: "However, when we were fighting with us earlier, he accidentally injured him, and now he has passed out."

The figure behind the curtain slowly got up, the white clothes moved slightly, and the tall figure slowly approached. The original indifference had long since dissipated, and a cold voice came, carrying a strong aura.

"It's just that the man said don't hurt him. This monk has great talent, but he is helping Yuezhi. If he can't make him change his mind, what's the use of keeping it?..."

As the curtain parted, the indifferent and handsome man approached, just as he was about to speak, his eyes fell on the unconscious Xuan Qing on the chair——

The monk's robes were snow-white, his eyebrows were picturesque, and on his pale and clear face, the red mole on his forehead became more and more bright.

Wu Qichong was in a trance for a moment, and in the next second, a huge shock surged like a huge wave, and the indifference all over his body faded away.

He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Xuan Qing's arm, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and he held Xuan Qing's hand tightly, his voice was trembling and hoarse, almost inaudible, "Holy Buddha?...Brother..."

His Buddha is back? ...