Chapter 526: Buddha said: I like you (30)
In an instant, the long sword fell into Feng Qian's hands.
Immediately, the man was dealt with.
Many people in black appeared along the way, and the girl opened a **** path with her long sword.
When Fengqian came to the back mountain, he saw a man in black stretched out a dagger to stab.
That's too late.
Feng Qian controlled his strength and let go of the long sword.
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Two voices came at the same time.
Feng Qian was stunned.
Is it late?
The next second, the man in black fell to the ground, revealing Wangchen and Huikong who had been blocked by him earlier.
It was the old monk Huikong who was stabbed by the dagger.
When the man in black stabbed with the dagger, he stood up to block Wang Chen.
"Uncle Huikong!"
When the old monk fell, there was a kind smile in the corner of his eyes.
He looked at Wangchen with turbid eyes, and his bony hand was slightly raised, and finally lowered to his side.
Feng Qian stood there, not moving.
Little Fragment... he must be very sad.
Feng Qian turned back and stood guard at the gate of the back mountain. When someone came over, he started to solve it.
After a long time, Feng Qian turned around and lifted his foot towards Wang Chen.
"Ah Chen, shall we leave first?"
Wang Chen was silent, he supported the old monk's body. On the ground next to him was the burden the old monk had left him before.
"Master and the monks in the temple, I will find a way to let them go to earth for safety. It's not very safe here for the time being. Leave with me first, okay?"
Feng Qian tried to convince Fragment.
The little monk stared blankly at the old monk's body with his dark eyes.
Wang Chen has no intention of leaving.
Like a wooden sculpture, it maintains the same posture.
Feng Qian thought for a while, walked over, and stood beside Wang Chen.
During this period, there were also men in black who found Houshan.
Wangchen guarded the old monk, and Feng Qian silently resolved the people who came over.
And so on until night.
Feng Qian felt that the people in black had all gone.
The small fragments, from the daytime to the present, have hardly moved.
This is not the way to go.
Feng Qian had no choice but to go over and knock Wang Chen unconscious.
The girl picked up the little monk and carried him behind his back.
Glancing at the bag on the ground, Feng Qian hesitated, then lowered his head and picked up the bag before leaving.
When Feng Qian came to the gate of Jingyuan Temple with the fragments on her back, she happened to meet someone sent by the Queen Mother.
Obviously, those people waited for a long time at the entrance of Jingyuan Temple. After seeing Feng Qian, they were stunned.
"Princess."
Feng Qian paused, looked up at the other party, and instructed, "Find some people to bury the monks in the temple."
When they arrived at the entrance of Jingyuan Temple, they felt the **** smell inside.
At that time, there were men in black with weapons. They were unarmed and did not act rashly.
What's more, they are not sure whether the eldest princess is here or not.
Now that the princess was safe and sound, they were relieved. As for the tragedy in the temple, no one knew who started this massacre that violated the ethics of heaven.
Later, they went down the mountain to find helpers and buried the monks who died in the temple one by one.
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Feng Qian hurried back to the place with Wang Chen on his back, and the carriage was still parked in the same place to rest.
The girl directly carried Wang Chen to her carriage.
It was getting late, and everyone rested in the carriage for the time being.
At this time, apart from the night watchman, Yue'er was the only one who was standing beside the carriage and looked around.
Yue'er saw Feng Qian, she went over excitedly, and couldn't help being stunned when she saw the little monk on the princess's back.
"Yue'er, help me open the carriage."
"it is good."
Yue'er went over to open the door of the carriage.
Feng Qian put down the debris, turned the direction, picked up the little monk princess, and got on the carriage.
Then gently put Wangchen on the soft couch.
The girl breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Qian's eyes fell on Xiao Shard's face.
The little monk frowned, the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and his already fair face became paler.