My husband is a time traveler!

Chapter 109 Li Meng (Seventeen)

"Hmph, the little girl has a bad tone."

Suddenly there was a rough voice outside the door.

Wang Xiaolan's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling.

The visitor was already outside the door, but she didn't notice it at all.

There are only two possibilities. One is that this person has a unique secret method to hide his whereabouts, and the other is that this person's realm is far above hers.

Based on her many years of experience against enemies, it's probably the latter.

"Amitabha, uncle, you are here." Mo Li breathed a sigh of relief and said the Buddha's name leisurely.

Wang Xiaolan watched the person outside the house come in, and saw the figure he was carrying.

It's a bit cruel to say that the figure being carried is still awake.

Wan Yanjing's wrists and ankles were cut open.

The opening was not big enough, just enough to allow continuous bleeding, but not so large that she would bleed to death in a short time.

Each wound has three or four overlapping scars, which are the result of repeated cuts after blood coagulation.

The new thin monk looked extremely old, with wrinkles all over his face, but his hands were very strong. Dragging her was as easy as dragging a dog. Wanyanjing was forced to slide on the ground, soaked The bloody clothes dragged a long bright red line on the ground.

But she herself seemed unconscious, neither crying nor fussing, and wandering on the ground with an indifferent expression.

In fact, Wanyanjing's brain movement is much more active than shown.

What she should do now is worry about her own life, and earnestly pray to heaven for the two big guys who came to save her to be more powerful...if one of these two big guys is not Wang Xiaolan.

Because of Wang Xiaolan, Wanyanjing's always strong desire to survive fell to the bottom for the first time.

She would rather be killed by the bad monk than face Wang Xiaolan with such a bleak appearance.

At first, he sarcastically rejected General Wang's "suggestion", but now he is half-dead and needs General Wang to save him, and his self-esteem and face have been severely damaged.

The thin monk was quite powerful, and Lao Xu didn't know whether he would die or survive even after being hit. She wanted to ask Wang Xiaolan to run away, but her body was still out of control and she couldn't speak, so she had to be a quiet hostage with facial paralysis.

"and who are you?"

Wang Xiaolan didn't run away. She looked directly at the thin monk as if facing a formidable enemy. For a moment, she looked down slightly and looked at Wan Yanjing again. Anger boiled in her heart, and she also had many doubts.

Lao Xu wrote to her, saying that Huo Xiang and Wan Yanjing were in danger and begging her to come to Luyang for help.

Naturally, she came in a hurry. After meeting with Lao Xu, she followed his car straight to here.

Lao Xu roughly talked about the situation on the road. The monks of the Tantric Sect were going to perform human sacrifices and kidnapped Wan Yanjing. They had to rush to save her. If they were late, it would be too late.

It happened that Wang Xiaolan had some knowledge about Tantric Sect. She knew that the man from Xia Kingdom was originally from Tantric Sect, and he had been closely related to Tantric Sect ever since, and there were many traces of Tantric Sect in his actions.

There have been frequent wars between Qin and Xia in recent years. Before Huo Xiang was seriously injured, he led his troops to fight against Xia. It was probably Xia's plan to fall off the cliff.

Wang Xiaolan had to make trouble no matter what Xia Guo wanted to do, not to mention saving Wan Yanjing on the way. It would be interesting to see the little princess deflated after being rescued by her.

So she happily followed Lao Xu. Several innate warriors were nothing to be afraid of.

But who can explain to her what is going on in this grand ritual of the Tantric Sect?

There are dozens of monks guarding the entire monastery, and there are even seven innate warriors who are practicing together. Now there are even masters who are suspected of being at the master level.

Such a huge pomp, just to sacrifice Wanyan Jing?

After Huo Xiangchu was seriously injured, while Wang Xiaolan was running around in Beijing, she vaguely sensed numerous undercurrents staring at the palace. Among the intercepted secret messages, there were many secret orders directed at Princess Xuan.

She only thought that Wan Yanjing had a special status and someone wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, so Wang Xiaolan decided to stay in the palace. However, she did not expect that Wan Yanjing, a stupid person who valued face more than anyone else, would refuse her repeatedly and insisted on seeing her. She only had fun guarding the imperial mausoleum. Well, Wang Xiaolan thought that she didn't bother to care about it. She could still have some leisure time guarding the imperial mausoleum. Wan Yanjing could worry about this mess alone.

But the scene in front of her was completely beyond her expectation. Wan Yanjing was obviously not captured as a sacrifice accidentally as Lao Xu said.

She was the target of the Tantric Sect, which even dispatched master-level masters for her.

What secret does this little vase princess have?

"I am the first A-Zhu master of this temple. The benefactor did something rude. I asked the benefactor to leave in accordance with the temple rules." The thin monk didn't know what was wrong with his voice. His voice was low and sinister, as if two pieces of iron were hanging between them. There was constant friction, and he politely asked Wang Xiaolan to leave, but instead he blocked the door with Wan Yanjing, the golden staff in his hand ready to go.

It's A Zhu? !

Wang Xiaolan was shocked, of course she knew this person.

The head of the Tantric Sect, A-Zhu, is now more than 190 years old. Everyone in Daxia Kingdom will call Master A-Zhu uncle.

Wang Xiaolan felt a little lumpy in her throat: "I have met Master A'zhu of the Tantric Sect, but Master A'zhu's words were not safe. This is obviously my Yuxiang Temple in Daqin. What does it have to do with your Tantric Sect? Master?" You are doing random things here, using evil magic and witchcraft to harm the innocent people of our country..." She glanced at Wanyan Jing, raised her waist badge, and continued pretending to be relaxed, "As the director of the patrol department... Master Lang, of course, cannot just sit back and watch, I just want to ask my master, do you really want to act like this?"

Master Azhu sneered. Compared to Lama Moli, who was very good at cultivating qi and remained calm no matter what he did, the nearly 200-year-old monk was very emotional, and his ability to confuse right and wrong was also deeper.

"Harm the people? Amitabha, I came here for the great merit of rescuing the people of the Qin State regardless of the boundaries between our enemies and ours. If this demon girl is not eliminated, the trouble will continue. I am doing good deeds for heaven. What's more..."

Master A'zhu drooped his eyelids and paused: "General Qin's Inspection Division is the fourth grade. Officials of Qin's fourth grade and above are enshrined in the book. I will indeed have scruples, but General Wang, you are just a guard now. A small deputy guard of the imperial mausoleum, who reluctantly resigned from the rank of sixth grade, and is also responsible for the serious crime of stealing official tokens, I might as well do my good deeds to the end and punish you on behalf of the Qin State. "

He knows who I am, and he must also know Wanyanjing’s identity.

A layer of cold sweat broke out in Wang Xiaolan's hand holding the bow, but she still refused to admit defeat. She suppressed her anger and would fight to the death.

"You will put a high hat on yourself when you are old. Evil laws are evil laws. If you talk about doing justice for heaven, I want to see how powerful the master who has lived more than 160 years longer than me is in this mouth. No barriers!”

　I was so busy with the year-end report that I forgot to update it.

　　I wish all my friends a happy New Year in advance, a healthy 2024, and red envelopes.

　　(End of this chapter)