Outside the gate of Kaifeng City, internal forces surged in four directions.

Zhan Zhao, Bai Yutang, Zhao Pu, Lin Yehuo, and the four of them uniformed the four masters with overwhelming advantage.

Jintou Tuo, who was fighting against Zhao Pu, was covered in strange power, but was almost flattened by Zhao Pu's slash. In the end, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

The hidden weapon of Hongtou Tuo, who was fighting against Lin Yehuo, had no choice but to use Lin Yehuo's internal energy with a little Zen spirit, was simply invulnerable to swords and guns. In the end, Hongtou Tuo was injured by his hidden weapon and poisoned to the ground.

Baitou Tuo foolishly chose to compete with Bai Yutang for internal strength, but Bai Yutang's pure ice internal strength frozen him into a popsicle, and his beard was frozen.

The black-headed Tuo, who offended the elders of the Demon Palace, was beaten up by Zhan Zhao with his fists and feet. When the Imperial City Army tied him up, they were wondering who was the fat man? It was so swollen!

So.

The left-headed faction was beaten up in one fell swoop.

The Imperial City Army and the Yabo runners took all the Left-Tou Sect to the Heavenly Prison. After the war, Kaifeng returned to peace.

Zhan Zhao and others took away their weapons and walked on the quiet streets of Kaifeng. Although they had done everything they should do, the case was not settled. The most cunning behind the Left Head Sect, the legendary Nightmare, which Yin Lanci and Lu Xueer did not catch, has not appeared yet.

Lin Miao, who was in trouble with Wu Yifu, did not show up. Everything afterwards needs to be led out through the sick scholar.

A brief ending will make people feel inexplicably anxious and tired. Perhaps the most tiring thing is not physical fatigue, but a mental burden. The most painful thing is to worry about the person you really care about and wait for something to happen.

But...at least it seems to be over tonight.

After everyone returned to Kaifeng Prefecture, Lord Bao said "Thank you" one by one and ordered everyone to go and rest quickly.

Zhan Zhaohe Bai Yutang returned to Meow Meow Tower.

Gongsun hugged the sleeping little son and went back to the house with Zhao Pu.

Lin Yehuo yawned and went straight to his room to sleep. Zou Liang followed him, patting and shaking his tail to greet them.

Tianzun, Yin Hou and Master Wusha all went to rest with satisfied smiles.

The yamen runners and the imperial city troops who had been busy all night also rested.

Even the prisoners who were captured gave up their resistance and began to consider the evil they had done and the punishment they were about to face.

The night entered the quietest moment.

Just as everyone was asleep... In Kaifeng Mansion, a door in a small courtyard opened silently.

From that door, Wu Yifa came out.

The sick scholar's thin body looked a little thin on this cold night. He left Kaifeng Mansion with a gray cloak in his hand and walked to the dark Nantian Street.

The sick scholar put his cloak on his body, pulled up the hat of the cloak, walked into the night of Kaifeng, and walked towards the darkness at the end of the Tianjie Street.

Until Wu Yifu's back sank into the night, another person came out of Kaifeng Mansion.

The right general walked out of the gate, stood on the sky street, and looked into the distance.

Originally, Long Qiaoguang should have been asleep, but he thought that Wu Yihuo would still take medicine tomorrow morning. In the past, the medicinal materials were sorted out by Hong Jiuniang, but Jiuniang didn't know if she could come back tomorrow morning. So, General Right ran to the kitchen and took a look, sorted out the medicinal materials to be used tomorrow morning, and ran back to his yard, but found that Wu Yihuo had no breath in his room.

He stood at the door, thought for a while, and ran out of the gate of Kaifeng Mansion, and saw the back that was gradually moving away.

Master Guang looked up at the bright moon in Zhongtian, turned around, and ran over to chase the back.

The quiet Kaifeng Mansion was suddenly restored.

Hou Yin turned over.

The Heavenly Lord asked, "Aren't you curious?"

Yin Hou closed his eyes and said, "I'm not curious."

The Heavenly Lord sighed and turned over, "Guess what he is going to do?"

Hou Yin was helpless, "Stop talking nonsense and go to bed."

Tianzun lay in his arms with his pillow and looked at the night sky outside the window.

...

Long Qiaoguang followed Wu Yifu from afar and kept a long distance.

Judging from the back, Wu Yihuao seemed to be shopping, walking slowly on the streets of Kaifeng, occasionally stopping, looking at a building, and then continuing to walk.

He just walked all the way to the entrance of the North City Gate.

The city gate is open, and the north city leads to the dock. Although it is early in the morning, many delivery merchants have already started to enter and leave the city. The businessmen are wearing winter clothes that keep warm, pushing big and small cars, and running around for their livelihoods.

Wu Yifu left the city without alarming any guards, walked onto the official road and continued to move forward.

Long Qiaoguang continued to follow, and he began to wonder - where is his master going? The road is very long, and further forward, there are only farmland and mountains on both sides...

Finally, Wu Yifu walked to a small hill, stopped, and looked up at a small temple on the hillside.

This small temple is nameless, but there are still people in the temple. Guanyin is worshipped. The elderly in the nearby village will come here to worship the gods. If passers-by ask for help, they can also knock on the temple door on the mountain.

Wu Yifu raised his face, looked at the small temple for a while, and then walked up the hill.

Long Qiaoguang frowned slightly and tilted his head - What are you doing up the mountain?

The sick scholar walked up the hill and did not knock on the temple door, but walked around the temple and towards the back mountain.

Long Qiaoguang went to the top of a small tower in the small temple, and saw Wu Yifu walking to the hillside of the mountain behind the small temple, finding a stone to sit down, and looking into the distance.

At this time, Long Qiaoguang was also standing on the top of the tower and looking into the distance... Under the hillside, there were large fertile fields and fish ponds.

The right general often stayed in the north of the desert, climbing up to the distance and looking into the distance, but most of the things he saw were lonely smoke from the desert, and the vast north. Although he was careless, he had been in a high position and had been to all kinds of buildings. Under the tall buildings, the most common ones were also bustling cities. However, this was the first time he saw farmland and fish ponds like this.

Rich and calm, this vision seems to be more deeply aware of how beautiful it is than a prosperous night market.

Long Qiaoguang blinked his eyes and looked at Wu Yifu.

The sick scholar sat on a stone by the mountain and watched silently.

At this time...

A "crunch" sounded, and a temple door was opened.

A little monk ran out with a bucket and shivered. He probably went to the well in the back mountain to draw water to prepare breakfast in the temple.

The little monk looked up and suddenly saw Wu Yifu on the side of the mountain, and was shocked.

"Donor." The little monk held the wooden barrel and looked at Wu Yifu, "Are you rushing to the road? Do you want to go to the temple to rest?"

Wu Yifa turned around.

The little monk was a little scared at first, but when he saw Wu Yihua's face clearly under his cloak, he relaxed a little. He looked like he was just a scholar, not a vicious bandit.

But then, the little monk seemed worried again, put down the wooden barrel and ran over and asked, "Oh, donor, aren't you just can't think of it?"

Wu Yihuao smiled slightly, turned around and looked away, and asked, "Where is *?"

The little monk blinked, "The abbot passed away three years ago. Do you know our abbot?"

Wu Yifu was out of sight and said for a long time, "I passed away..."

The little monk was curious about looking at Wu Yifu, "Donor, is it a friend of our abbot?"

Wu Yifa said, "Many years ago, when I stood here, there was also a little monk holding a wooden barrel and said to me, 'Don't be too lazy'."

The little monk asked, "Who? Do I know you? Jingxin is still Jingming? There are only three of us young monks in the temple."

"Does there a resident in your temple who has lived here for a long time often come here to sit?" Wu Yifa asked.

"Uh." The little monk nodded, "Yes! Mr. Lin."

Wu Yifu smiled, "What does he look like? Is his face full of pleats?"

The little monk nodded, "That's right, after all, are you old?"

Wu Yihuai said, "Take me a word to him."

The little monk nodded, "Okay, what do the donor wants to say to Mr. Lin? I will tell him when he has breakfast tomorrow morning."

Wu Yihuai stood up.

The little monk raised his face.

Wu Yifu stretched out his hand, gently patted the little monk's bare head, and said, "Tell him, I've been here."

After seeing Wu Yihuai after he finished speaking, he turned around and walked back slowly, and was a little puzzled, "Why do you call him that?"

Wu Yifu waved his robe sleeves gently and said, "He knows, he has been waiting for me here for many years."

The little monk watched Wu Yifu walk away stupidly, and bypassed the temple. He couldn't see it anymore, so he reached out and scratched his head. This old man, it is said that he has been living in the temple for decades and has been waiting for someone, but that person has never been there once.

...

Wu Yihuai went down the mountain and returned along the way he had just arrived.

Long Qiaoguang was still following him as he came, walking, while Long Qiaoguang looked back at the temple on the hill... At this time, there seemed to be someone standing above the temple gate... The shadows of trees blocked their sight and couldn't see them in detail.

When Wu Yifa returned to Kaifeng City, the sky was already bright.

On Nantian Street, Zhan Zhao's favorite fish-skin dumpling shop opened early. The boss was setting up a table. In the room, he could already smell the scent of fish.

Wu Yifu walked to the front of the breakfast shop and stopped.

The boss looked up and saw him and asked, "Young master, are you rushing so early? Have you eaten a bowl of dumplings?"
To be continued...