Chapter 238: Two hundred and forty-six, Two Women Searching for Him

Two hundred and forty-six, Two Women Searching for Him

Mount Dagu.

The crowd of refugees poured in continuously.

From the foot of the mountain to the top, commoners dragging their families could be seen everywhere.

Inside Donglin Temple, the monks opened up one great hall after another, letting the Longcheng commoners in to rest.

The county government officials maintaining order in the refuge camp were only Assistant Magistrate Diao and a few registrars, busy back and forth with a dozen people.

Most of the county government's strength had been mobilized by Ouyang Rong and Yan Balang when they were mobilizing at the foot of the mountain earlier.

Plus, another portion of officials were upstream of Butterfly Creek, rushing to repair the Di Gong Zha. Manpower was seriously insufficient.

Fortunately, having the experience from the last time, the Longcheng commoners who came down the mountain trusted the county government quite a bit.

Or rather, they trusted that radish magistrate, which made it not difficult for Assistant Magistrate Diao and the others to manage.

Great Master Venerable Shan Dao pricked up his ears, raised his hand to speak, smiled humbly, and said that there were senior uncles and high monks in the temple who understood Sanskrit and profound Buddhist dharma better than him, and could be invited out to solve the Wei Young Master's worries together.

The Liu Fu girl didn't answer.

At this moment, in a certain place in Donglin Temple, in front of the door of a scripture-copying hall, Wei Shaoxuan's gaze withdrew from the monks and petty officials comforting the commoners on the incense square nearby.

"No sign." After a pause, the lame steward straightened his waist, his face calm: "Even if he is here, he can't hurt the Young Master."

The air in Plum Mei Mei Lu Yuan fell into a moment of silence.

Yan Balang scratched his head and pondered: "No matter what, he's an abbot of a temple, he counts as a high Daoist monk. Third Young Master, this Xie Lingjiang shouldn't have anyone more powerful than him. Catching him is definitely right."

"It's fine." Liu Zilin suddenly patted Yan Balang on the shoulder, encouraging him: "Since it wasn't exposed, it means you did a good job. However, I have to trouble Yan Balang again."

Despite this, the influx of a large number of commoners still made Mount Dagu a mixed bag at this moment.

Clearly, her appearance was delicate and beautiful, but she was extremely easy to ignore, even in the eyes of Qi refiners.

The two women searching for the same person today seemed the same, yet seemed different. Her graceful figure was like a startled swan.

"How did this Candle in the Snow know about the Xin Dingjian and rush to Longcheng? And why did it have to be at this time! Could someone have tipped him off?"

Only occasionally did she walk with a stagger, looking around anxiously. Shopkeeper Li took Donglin Temple away.

Rushing back to Mount Dagu in a hurry, she rushed into Xie Lingjiang and went straight to the Manjushri Bodhisattva Hall. The girl in red stopped abruptly, panting and looking around.

"Being neighbors like this, Miss Li, it seems we really are fated. This old monk's two broken fortune sticks are really talking nonsense."

"I heard from the surviving craftsmen what happened at the time. A-Shan clearly stood out on his own. He sacrificed himself for Longcheng, not dying for you. Why do you have to blame yourself so much and take all the responsibility on yourself?"

Liu Zilin put his arm on Yan Balang's shoulder and pointed to the adjacent Manjushri Bodhisattva Hall, narrowing his eyes:

Great Master Venerable Shan Dao looked around in panic, his bitter face pulled long:

Gao Daiming suddenly noticed that the left hand hanging from the girl's long sleeve was missing a little finger.

After hurriedly feeding A-Qing, who had fainted from blood loss, a Rejuvenation Pill, Ouyang Rong didn't stop for a moment, left the sword shop, and looked for Shopkeeper Li's whereabouts.

However, at this moment, the county town was empty, and no one saw that sorrowful back.

Thus, Ouyang Rong's appearance was stubborn, obsessed, and like a young lady from a big family.

"This subordinate followed the Third Young Master's instructions and sent people to pretend to be bandits to control the Su residence. I was waiting for the Third Young Master to come back and 'play the hero to save the beauty,' but I didn't expect this Wei Shaoxuan to arrive so quickly... Fortunately, this subordinate ran fast, otherwise I would have been caught and exposed."

The wind blew the red-clothed figure on the wall, swaying left and right, as if she could fall at any time.

"Qiu-Mr. understands that you want to translate the Buddhist scripture sword technique, so he should be able to guess we are here. Third Young Master, don't worry, there are people watching outside. As long as Qiu-Mr. comes over, he can find us."

Liu Zilin breathed a sigh of relief, but Wu Qun's next sentence made his eyebrows twitch.

"The Su family of Luming Street is hiding next door to take refuge."

This unfamiliar girl had eyes like mountain streams and eyebrows as delicate as the landscapes of Wu and Yue, but she carried a long sword on her back, which didn't quite match her small, slender frame.

The two women exchanged glances.

"Liu Zilin's expression was uncertain. "This kind of thing where the plan deviates is very annoying."

"The old man hasn't found anyone from the Cloud Dream Sword Marsh chasing us yet."

Li Guo'er lifted a corner of the thin veil on her cheek, her star-like eyes looking sideways.

In the Plum Forest Courtyard, the Liu Fu girl frowned slightly, her eye circles red. She lowered her head and walked out of the house. Her mood seemed very low, and she didn't even notice the girl in red standing quietly on the wall until she reached the courtyard gate.

"This Young Master naturally knows that the foster father is smart, but this Young Master is worried about the fight between the foster father and the Candle in the Snow..."

She wore a long Wu-style dress, plain white and simple, her hair tied up with an old wooden hairpin.

Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Fu, and the others hurriedly left Longcheng County, arrived at this quiet Mount Dagu, and used the cover of the chaotic crowd to sneak into Xie Lingjiang.

At this moment, a Mohist sword box lay quietly on the...

The old monk chanted "Amitabha," but was sweating profusely, burying his head in checking Buddhist scriptures, translating Sanskrit word by word.

The Great Buddha was kind-eyed and pleasant.

"This subordinate doesn't know either... Maybe they are also taking refuge... The Longcheng commoners are all running up the mountain. This Su residence is a wealthy donor who donated money, so it's normal for them to be arranged in a great hall."

"Is that so..." Liu Zilin looked at that side with great interest, turned his head, and said to Yan Balang:

However, before this, Shopkeeper Li and Gao Daiming had left by fast boat, and Shopkeeper Li even ordered and warned them not to follow, without explaining where they were going.

"Just their family? What about this Gao Daiming?"

The sword-carrying Liu Fu girl didn't seem surprised by Ouyang Rong's appearance, her gaze attracted by the skirt-sword in her hand.

"Just their family, the whole family of five is there, with only a few maids and servants accompanying them, hiding sneakily."

"Thank you, Young Master. This is what the old slave should do. The Wei King's kindness, this old slave will keep in mind. However, Third Young Master, when this old slave came back just now, I also discovered the traces of an interesting family. Young Master should be interested."

Just then, Ouyang Rong suddenly sensed that the jade piece he had left for Li Guo'er before going down the mountain, which was infused with her spiritual energy, had shattered.

"Yes. Gao Dai, you've worked hard staying in the Liu family all these years. When this Young Master returns, I will ask for credit for you in front of the Father King."

Yan Balang was terrified.

However, she seemed to be trying hard to avoid something. Gao Daiming looked around blankly.

Liu Zilin's face moved slightly. He reached into his sleeve and touched a jade ring full of cracks.

Quite familiar.

In front of the great hall door, Ouyang Rong, who had returned in a hurry, stopped slowly.

"Ru Shixiong, oh Ru Shixiong, where exactly did you take Donglin Temple..."

Just then, not far away in Plum Mei Mei Lu Yuan, in a courtyard, a girl pushed open the door and walked out of the house.

He gritted his teeth:

At this moment, the long-unseen Yan Balang cautiously approached Liu Zilin, his eyes rolling:

At some point, on a street wall in Plum Mei Mei Lu Yuan.

Just then, a slight pushing sound came from the front, and Gao Daiming was stunned, looking up.

Looking at each other from afar.

He curled his lip, ignored it, and turned to walk to a wooden table where incense burners and Buddhist scriptures were originally placed.

Liu Zilin raised his eyebrows.

He couldn't help frowning, turned his head and glanced at a golden Buddha statue in the center of the hall. Yan Balang patted his chest with certainty.

But after arranging the Li uncle's family properly and trying his best to complete his own duties, she didn't want to stay for a moment longer, running down Mount Dagu without stopping, going to the Ancient Yue Sword Shop to find someone.

Ouyang Rong gripped the skirt-sword she had once given her Ru Shixiong with her slender hands, tilted her head and asked: "Do you recognize it? Do you recognize my Ru Shixiong?"

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The mute girl's peripheral vision was constantly stealing glances at the direction of Mount Dagu across the river, her small face filled with worry and fear, hard to dispel.

At this time, the mute girl with the broken finger suddenly raised her head. "Go again."

Liu Zilin turned his head and looked at the scripture-copying hall under his feet. As a result, of course, he was met with cold indifference by Liu Zilin and the others.

Only then did the great hall door, more than ten feet long, push open with a "creak," and Wu Qun's figure appeared at the door, squeezing into the great hall through the door crack with a hunched body.

Ouyang Rong lowered her head quickly, only to see that in the courtyard ahead, the figure of the Gao Dai girl had already disappeared without a trace.

Originally, the beautiful eyes were red, and the pale lips...

Great Master Venerable Shan Dao sat on the ground with a bitter face, surrounded by nine big men holding swords, the bright blades pressed against his neck without any dead angles.

Liu Zilin's eye corners twitched fiercely. He stared at the sword box without looking sideways and snorted coldly without speaking.

"You said before that you ran back and said the Li uncle's family was saved by Wei Shaoxuan? How did they run here?"

Liu Zilin said: "I know." He waved his hand and nodded slightly: "However, you should focus on investigating the Liu family. That guy from Donglin Temple always feels a bit strange. He dropped the chain on the way just now, saying he was going back to the Liu family mansion to handle business. It sounds like an excuse, a bit suspicious."

Gao Daiming suggested: "This subordinate will send people to investigate. The Third Young Master's top priority is to summon the true body of the Xin Dingjian as soon as possible and secure this once-in-a-hundred-years great blessing."

"What 'vessel of emptiness'? Where would Ru Shixiong have any vessel of emptiness? I know him well. Before today, Ru Shixiong didn't know about the Xin Dingjian at all. Isn't this just something I made up on the spot to save A-Qing and fool Gao Daiming..."

"Yes, Third Young Master."

Right now, no one knew where Shopkeeper Li had taken Donglin Temple. "Ru Shixiong..."

Only until Ouyang Rong's gaze was too obviously staring did she suddenly raise her head.

The smoke and fire in the mountains downstream, the aftermath of the battle on Mount Dagu across Butterfly Creek—she had temporarily thrown them all to the back of her mind.

Just then, the great hall door was pushed open a bit more, and Gao Dai pointed to the Manjushri Bodhisattva Hall next door and said:

The girl in red, graceful and elegant, the girl in plain clothes, delicate and beautiful.

Having listened to the events that happened at the Ancient Yue Sword Shop and Mount Dagu not long ago, just listening to them made her feel dizzy, let alone the bad news about her Ru Shixiong at the end.

Ouyang Rong looked around, frowning: "This ancient style of dress... and carrying a sword, and missing a little finger... why does it feel a bit familiar."

The great hall door was pushed open again, and Gao Dai pointed to the Manjushri Bodhisattva Hall next door and said:

The two women's appearances each had their own merits.

It's just that I don't know if it's because Gao Daiming is too sad and dejected, or some other reason, but her keen senses didn't notice anyone around.

A small white dot appeared in the sky, its trajectory moving slowly, as if some snow-white bird was flying over, getting closer and closer to the top of the two women's heads.

"Where exactly did you take Donglin Temple and the others... How can you be so stupid..."

Near the Buddha, there was an occasional strange sound of "dong," echoing in the spacious great hall, quite bizarre.

"Are the monks of Xie Lingjiang reliable?" He asked with lowered eyes. "Are Uncle Li and the others in danger?"

Ouyang Rong also looked up.

The atmosphere in the hall was not tense, but rather... quite harmonious.

"How is it outside?" "Third Young Master!"

I don't know if it's because Gao Daiming is too sad and dejected, or some other reason, but her keen senses didn't notice anyone around.

Liu Zilin frowned, looked at the sky in the direction of Mount Dagu, and said impatiently: The scripture-copying hall is relatively quiet, with only a Manjushri Bodhisattva Hall and a Buddhist pagoda nearby.

In the past, there were many pilgrims copying scriptures, but in the last two days, there were some bad rumors about the scripture-copying hall, so the abbot of Donglin Temple temporarily closed the business, which made it convenient for Wei Shaoxuan and the others.

The red-clothed figure stood alone on the wall, the slow hot wind carrying away the anxious whispers of the sour-nosed girl. Her skirt fluttered.

The difference is that the two women's appearances each had their own merits.

Having listened to the events that happened at the Ancient Yue Sword Shop and Mount Dagu not long ago, just listening to them made her feel dizzy, let alone the bad news about her Ru Shixiong at the end.

Ouyang Rong turned her head and looked at the crowd behind Uncle Li. Ouyang Rong frowned and asked.

The Persian merchant was stunned for a moment, his cat-like green eyes showing a cautious look, and he asked, bowing: "It's all this subordinate's duty, Third Young Master, please feel free to order."

What's the same is that their eye circles are red, their faces are tired, and their eyes are anxious or lost.

Liu Zilin reached out and stroked the sword box.

Ouyang Rong frowned and looked around: "This ancient style of dress... and carrying a sword, and missing a little finger... why does it feel a bit familiar."

The great hall door was pushed open again, and Gao Dai pointed to the Manjushri Bodhisattva Hall next door and said:

One girl in red, noble and elegant, one girl in plain clothes, delicate and beautiful.

Just see that not far behind Liu Zilin and Yan Balang, Great Master Venerable Shan Dao was sitting on the ground with a bitter face, surrounded by nine big men holding swords, the bright blades pressed against his neck without any dead angles.

Liu Zilin's eye corners twitched fiercely. He stared at the sword box without looking sideways and snorted coldly without speaking.

One girl stood on the wall, one girl stood in the courtyard.

Liu Zilin nodded slowly, and then asked: "Then what about the foster father?" ===== CHAPTER 239 =====