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Standing at the Fengqiao Bridge, you can see the green tiles and yellow walls of Hanshan Temple, which is located among the green trees. There are green pines and cypresses in the courtyard and winding paths leading to secluded places.

Therefore, there are many literati, wealthy guests, and beautiful couples who go up the bridge to enjoy the scenery.

But when Zhao Wuxian walked by.

People passing by along the way couldn't help but give way to him.

I even couldn't help but lower my head when he passed by.

It seems natural.

"This young man has such a strong aura!"

After they passed by, passers-by suddenly realized what was going on and began to sigh.

"Who is he? Could he be a prince from the capital?"

"Isn't this the extent of the official's majesty?"

It was a rare moment of leisure, Zhao Wuxian was in a good mood, and he and Mu Wanqing went out together, enjoying the picturesque scenery everywhere.

Mu Wanqing was very happy to be able to be alone with her lover.

The two of them chatted and laughed, leisurely arriving at Hanshan Temple.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City.

The midnight bell reaches the passenger ship.

Since the military governor Sun Chengyou built the seven-story pagoda here, the bell sound of Hanshan Temple has become a scenic spot in Suzhou.

Hanshan Temple is hidden among ancient pines and bamboos.

Although it is winter, the old trees beside the road are still shady and green, and in the distance you can see clear blue water and boats passing by.

It looks like a casually painted landscape painting in light ink, extremely elegant.

The sweeping monk at Hanshan Temple, seeing that the two men had a noble demeanor, hurried forward and clasped his hands together.

I heard that he was the young master of the Jingguo Mansion.

The sweeping monk was surprised and said hurriedly, "You two please come in quickly. The abbot said that if His Highness comes, there is no need to inform him."

The incense business at Hanshan Temple is still quite popular.

Although it is not the right season, there are already pilgrims burning incense early in the morning.

At this time, the monks in the temple had finished their morning lessons, the literary monks were still chanting scriptures, and the martial monks had begun practicing.

Hanshan Temple is not a holy place for martial arts.

The martial arts practiced by monks are just basic boxing techniques similar to Taizu Changquan, which are mainly aimed at strengthening the body.

Master Fakong was a master of martial arts, but he became a monk with his skills.

Upon learning that Zhao Wuxian had arrived, Master Fakong hurried out to greet him.

I won’t go into details about the greetings and polite words.

Zhao Wuxian came to Hanshan Temple for two purposes.

First, tell Zhao Shiji about his marriage with Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing.

When it comes to marriage, you must tell your parents.

Second, let’s see if Lao Zhao is really involved with the Ming Cult.

The second thing is more important than the first.

No matter what the matter is, you have to meet Zhao Shiji in person first.

Zhao Wuxian asked Master Fakong to prepare a monk's house for him and Mu Wanqing to rest.

Don't alarm Zhao Shiji yet.

He observed secretly first.

As Duke Jingguo and a member of the royal family, Zhao Shiji settled in Hanshan Temple as a "layman" and naturally enjoyed privileges.

He doesn't have to do hard work and his life is very leisurely.

Read the scriptures whenever you want.

If he couldn't understand, the senior monks in the temple would explain it to him personally.

If you feel stuffy, go out for a walk, breathe some fresh air, or chat with monks or novices.

Looking at it this way, it seems much more normal.

Not like when I was in the Duke Jingguo's Mansion.

Once bitten, twice shy.

He is nervous all day long and always feels that someone wants to harm him.

But this kind of normality gave Zhao Wuxian a strange feeling that it was not normal.

Seeing him frown, Mu Wanqing asked curiously, "Zhao Lang, how is it?"

There was a faint light flickering between Zhao Wuxian's eyebrows, as if he had opened one eye and shone it on Zhao Shiji who was chatting with the monk.

After taking the Great Prajna Fruit, he opened his wisdom eye and could see through everything.

"Sure enough!"

"Ok?"

Zhao WuXian sneered and said, "Someone has cast a spell on Old Zhao!"

"Bewitching technique?" Mu Wanqing was surprised.

Zhao WuXian nodded and said, “This technique of bewitching the soul and confusing the mind was introduced from small countries like Persia, and was used by evil sects and demons to confuse people’s minds.”

"What should we do then?" Mu Wanqing asked.

Zhao WuXian said: “Don’t worry, I have a [Delusion-Breaking Talisman] that can break the Soul-Breaking Spell!”

This [Talisman to Break Delusion] was returned by the system.

Just in time to use it now.

"In addition, Yuyan's [Eye of Delusion] is also the nemesis of this kind of evil magic."

In fact, Zhao Wuxian’s soul is so strong that a single ray of light can break the spell of bewitching, but it will hurt Lao Zhao’s spirit.

"However, if we use it now, it might alert the enemy!"

Zhao WuXian looked in all directions, using his [Wisdom Eyes] to scan, but found nothing.

He frowned.

People who are proficient in this kind of sorcery are often also good at hiding.

The other party was able to make Master Fakong unaware of it, so it seems there is some trick to it.

Zhao WuXian put away his Wisdom Eye and said, “The Soul Bewitching Technique doesn’t really work once used. It needs to be consolidated and deepened every day.”

"So, the person who cast the spell on Old Zhao should be in Suzhou!"

"Let's wait until night to see who is making trouble for Lao Zhao!"

into the night!

There is no moon tonight, only a few stars hanging in the night sky.

At three o'clock in the morning, a bell rang at Hanshan Temple.

This bell sound is a custom of Buddhist temples in Wuzhong area and is called Dingye Bell.

There was fog early in the morning, rolling in from Taihu Lake.

The whole temple was shrouded in fog.

The sky was also dark and gloomy.

"coming!"

In the monk's house.

Zhao Wuxian, who had his eyes closed to rest, opened them and two bright lights flashed across the room.

Mu Wanqing opened her eyes as well.

The sword intent in his body is condensed and not dispersed, and can be unsheathed at any time.

She is now in the state of nourishing the spirit, and her perception of the outside world has greatly improved, but she still doesn't notice anything unusual.

Zhao WuXian smiled and said, "Listen carefully to the sound of the bell. That person hid the sound of the flute that can lead souls to the soul in the sound of the bell!"

Mu Wanqing listened carefully.

Boom!

The bell rings.

She listened carefully and indeed detected a low and lingering flute sound mixed in.

The sound of the flute is very low.

It contains a mysterious power that attracts the mind.

There is no shortage of sonic skills in the martial arts world.

The most famous ones are the Lion's Roar of Buddhism and the Demonic Sound of Demon.

There are also "Tian Mo Qin" and "Swordsman" etc.

Zhao Wuxian and Mu Wanqing quietly left the house and found Zhao Shiji climbing out of the window and nimbly jumping onto the wall.

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"So, my uncle is also a master?" Mu Wanqing was surprised.

Zhao WuXian shook his head and said, “Look at his joints, they don’t move. Now he’s just a puppet controlled by Xiao Yin!”

Mu Wanqing concentrated for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Really? What kind of martial arts is this?"

"In the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty, there is a mysterious Corpse Sect that is good at driving and refining corpses, and controlling zombies to fight. They are proficient in this art."