Idle game leads to another world.

Chapter 998 No regrets

The word "official" has two mouths in it. No matter how right you are, you cannot win the argument against the official. The monks were very angry, but there was nothing they could do.

The most important thing is the attitude of the eminent monks of the Xuan generation. They seem to have acquiesced to this. Without a respected monk to take the lead, the other monks have no way to organize themselves to protest to the government. The only chance is to wait until the prayer ceremony is held and find a way to express their ideas to the princess.

But that will have to wait until the day after tomorrow.

Time passed little by little, and soon the moon rose above the branches.

Zhang Hanlai was locked up in a demolished house in Jingci Temple. This guy had no idea how much trouble he had gotten into. He slept soundly the whole day because he was drunk. He woke up for a while before nightfall. A kind monk brought him some porridge, but he didn't appreciate it and scolded him away.

Later, perhaps because he was tired of scolding, snoring sounds were heard from the demolition room again.

The two monks guarding the door of course watched the whole process, and couldn't help shaking their heads when they heard the shouting.

"Brother, do you think this person is really the murderer?"

"Alas...if the government says yes, it has to be yes even if it isn't."

"This stupid dog official!"

"Junior brother, be careful with your words."

Most of the monks in Jingci Temple thought that this matter was too sloppy and it was normal for them to be dissatisfied.

"The constables who were guarding the gate with us went down the mountain to drink and have fun, leaving us two brothers to guard the gate. Otherwise, why don't we go too?"

"This……"

Seeing his brother hesitate, another monk continued to strike while the iron was hot:

"Brother, I am not a smart man, but I don't want to help the evil. This donor is obviously not the murderer. Even if he has some dirty words, he should not be treated like this. If something really happens to him, you and I will be guilty. Anyway, it's the middle of the night and no one can see us. If the donor leaves on his own, we don't have to worry. If he doesn't want to leave..."

The monk shook his head:

"Just leave it to fate."

These words moved another monk, who nodded and said:

"Well, the detectives should be back soon anyway, so we two shouldn't get involved in such an unjust thing."

As they spoke, the two of them picked up their whistle sticks and quickly disappeared into the night. Only Zhang Hanlai, who was in the demolition room, was snoring soundly, unaware of anything.

However, the constable was supposed to come back, but more than half an hour passed and he still hadn't returned. Perhaps he thought that the monks were guarding him, so he didn't pay any attention and spent his time drinking and partying in the city.

It was not until nearly midnight, when the lights in most of the meditation rooms in Jingci Temple had been turned off, that a pair of eyes quietly appeared from the roof of a demolished house.

The man first looked around carefully to make sure there was no one there, then he slid down like a giant bat and landed at the door of the demolished house.

This person was extremely careful and repeatedly checked whether there were any other secret sentries. Finally, when he was sure that there was no one, he slowly pushed the door open.

Zhang Hanlai was still tied up. He was leaning against a bundle of firewood, sleeping soundly, his snoring deafening.

This person pushed Zhang Hanlai, who was already drunk and had a dry mouth and couldn't sleep well. He woke up suddenly and opened his eyes to see a man in black clothes with only a pair of eyes exposed.

However, Zhang Hanlai was not surprised at all. Instead, he smiled:
"Master? Why are you here?"

"Of course it's to save you, you bastard!"

The man untied the rope for Zhang Hanlai while saying:

"I have warned you many times not to come to Jingci Temple so easily. Why didn't you listen?"

"Master, every time I close my eyes at night, I will think of the night when my hometown was burned to charcoal. How can I feel at ease if I don't avenge my parents and fellow villagers?"

The man in black paused for a moment and sighed twice:

"Master has almost avenged you. I will tell you in detail when we are in a safe place. Let's go now."

Upon hearing that his revenge had been achieved, Zhang Hanlai was immediately overjoyed. He swiftly shook off the rope and followed the man in black. The master and disciple quickly walked out of the woodshed.

"Go east, I will come to find you in two days, remember not to make it public." "Yes, Master."

Just as Zhang Hanlai finished speaking, he heard a cannon shot, and then countless palace guards lit torches and quickly surrounded the demolished house.

Not only the palace guards, but even Princess Mingzhu, who was beginning to feel sleepy, came rubbing her eyes under the protection of the guards, waiting to watch the show.

"Master, what's going on?"

"Oops, we've been tricked."

Even the dumbest person would know that this is fishing, and they actually caught something.

"Amitabha, Junior Brother, are you still going to persist in your delusion?"

Led by Xuanci, Xuanbei and Xuanku appeared from behind the palace guards. Only three of them knew about this. Apart from them, the entire Jingci Temple had no idea that a big show had been staged during the day just for fishing in the middle of the night.

The man in black's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately pushed Zhang Hanlai on the back:

"Go! Don't come back!"

"Master!"

"I will come to find you after I am out of trouble. Go!"

The palm strike used gentle force, and Zhang Hanlai was immediately pushed onto the roof like a kite.

He looked down and realized that he would be a burden if he stayed, so he gritted his teeth:

"Disciple will go ahead and wait for Master to join us."

The palace guards did not stop Zhang Hanlai from leaving. After all, Zhang Hanlai was innocent in this matter. The monks from Jingci Temple said it was okay, so he could leave whenever he wanted.

But this man in black can't leave.

Seeing Zhang Han coming and leaving, Xuan Ci said again:

"Brother Xuanxiang, just surrender."

I didn't explain it clearly at the beginning because I was worried about Zhang Han coming. Now I naturally don't have to worry about it anymore.

The man in black silently took off his turban and hood, revealing a big bald head with incense scars. Zhang Hanlai probably didn't know that his master was actually a monk from Jingci Temple.

It is actually possible to guess that the two have a master-disciple relationship.

When the man in black attacked Yang Yiyi, his internal strength was extremely strong, which is a characteristic of Jingci Temple Kung Fu.

When fighting with Zhang Han, Yang Yiyi also felt that this man had strong internal strength, and the comparison revealed that they were extremely similar.

However, this judgment is very subjective. Yang Yiyi was not sure. Now, after watching their conversation, it was confirmed.

"Brother, when did you realize it was me?"

"Just now, a disciple said that you were not in the meditation room."

Xuanxiang's face turned pale and blue. He could see that this was a trap. He looked up to the sky and laughed:

“Hahahaha, I planned everything, but I never thought that the disciple I taught would become my weakness in the end.”

"Junior brother! Don't you have any regrets at all?"

"Brother, you grew up in the temple, how do you know what I think?"

Xuan Xiang shook his head and said:
"As soon as I closed my eyes, the scene of countless bandits rushing into the village remained in my mind for a long time. I can still smell the stench of the villagers being burned. You asked me if I had any regrets? No, I don't regret it."

Xuan Xiang's words were firm and decisive. He was not trying to be brave, but he really did not regret it at all.

(End of this chapter)