Song Ruoxi was stunned for a moment, looked at him sideways, and asked, "Why are you sorry?"

"Yingying, I..."

The maids had already tactfully withdrawn from the room.

Song Ruoxi's eyes flashed and he asked, "Can you not go to Amitabha Temple to attend the Dharma Assembly? It doesn't matter. If you don't go, you won't go. Anyway, I don't like listening to the preaching."

"No, it's not that you can't attend the Dharma Assembly, but." Ye Shuhua turned her body and looked into her eyes. "Yingying, I marry you, I hope you can live a relaxed and happy life. I hope you will be happy, but I don't want to backfire, causing you to stay away from your hometown and your relatives, and trapped in this dangerous city of Dengying, which bound you and made you unable to live what you want..."

Song Ruoxi reached out to cover his mouth, "What I want is to live a peaceful and peaceful life with those who are sincere. Although my feet are full of thorns now, as long as we walk hand in hand in the future, even if we are trapped in this dangerous city, I have nothing to fear. With you in this life, I will feel happy. I am not the kind of ignorant and ignorant girl who is raised in the boudoir. You don't have to worry about me. Do whatever you want to do, and I will never drag you down."

"I'm not worried that you will drag me down, I'm worried that you will be tired of such a life one day and leave me." Ye Shuhua held her hand, his voice was low, and there was a hint of uneasiness. It was his responsibility to go to Yingcheng, and he had to take it and could not escape, but Song Ruoxi was dragged down by him.

"You are my husband. I will not leave you if you want to spend your whole life together. There is only one thing that can make me leave you, that is, there is another woman around you." Song Ruoxi looked at him with a serious expression and a deep look in his eyes. "If one day you have another woman, even if I am trapped in a high wall, no matter how many people guard me, I will try my best to leave you. Even if I pay the price of my life for it, I will do my best to do anything to do."

"Don't say such decisive words." Ye Shuhua hugged her tightly, "That kind of thing will never happen. You know that I will not want anyone except you."

Song Ruoxi raised his lips and smiled slightly, pushed him gently, and said, "So, don't think too much, hurry up and let the maids come in and serve me to dress up. Otherwise, it would be too late. If you miss the Dharma Assembly, your father will punish him and the Bodhisattva will blame him."

Ye Shuhua tightened his arm for a moment before letting go and asked the maids to come in and dress her up.

Yesterday, it was reported that Ye Fan that after breakfast, the two left the city and went directly to Amitabha Temple.

The Iron-Free Camp opened the way in front, and 200 Iron-Free Camps were guarding the left and right, so the road was calm.

When I arrived at Amitabha Temple, I found it was still a little late. The chanting of scriptures, offerings and monks bathing in the Buddha were all over. It was the turn of believers to bathe in the Buddha, and a long queue was lined up in front of the temple.

The monk from Zhike welcomed Ye Shuhua and Song Ruoxi into the Zen room, and waited for the two to change into black Haiqing, and took them to the main hall first. They were lay disciples of Buddhism and their etiquette was different from those of believers.

In the hall, sandalwood fragrance is swaying, and the sound of Sanskrit is clear. Guanyin Bodhisattva on the lotus seat smiles with a flower and a solemn appearance, as if listening to all the joys and sorrows in the world.

Ye Shuhua and Song Ruoxi respectfully knelt on the cushion, burned incense, placed wine, and kowtowed.

After a moment of silence, the two of them slowly stood up and walked out with the monk. Although their identities were noble, they still respected the equal rules of sentient beings in Buddhism and consciously stood at the end of the line.

Master Deyu, who was half-squinted and sitting cross-legged on the Dharma platform, saw it and nodded with a smile. He was worthy of being a disciple of the Holy Monk and Niang. Even though he was in the world, he was not infected with the bad habits of the world. He chanted the Buddha's name lightly and said, "My Buddha is merciful, good, good."

When Ye Shuhua and Song Ruoxi finished bathing in the Buddha, it was almost noon. Buddhism emphasized not eating after noon. The believers sat on the ground, and the little monks gave them vegetarian dishes and rice. The area of ​​Amitabha Temple is not as large as Jinglian Temple, and the vegetarian hall cannot accommodate so many believers. As Buddhist lay disciples, Ye Shuhua and Song Ruoxi treated them better. They did not have to use vegetarian food in the open air, but went to the vegetarian hall to eat with the monks.

"Please sit down, two donors." The host of Amitabha Temple said politely.

Ye Shuhua and Song Ruoxi returned the ceremony together and sat down at the wooden table. In front of them were three bowls and plates, a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. There were three kinds of vegetarian dishes, tofu, radish and eggplant, which looked average and tasted delicious.

The monks began to recite scriptures, and Ye Shuhua and Song Ruoxi also followed suit. After reciting the scriptures, the monks began to distribute meals. After lunch, the preaching meeting officially began.

Song Ruoxi was like before. When he heard the lecture, he felt drowsy. He regarded Master Deyu's lecture as a lullaby. He tilted his head and leaned on Xiangxiu's shoulder, and went to sleep wandering in Taixu.

Ye Shuhua saw it opposite him, smiled, his eyes full of doting.

Song Ruoxi woke up before she slept for a long time. It was not because someone else woke her up, but because she was urinated. The bowl of soup in Wuzhai was so delicious. She drank two bowls. If she hadn't had a limited appetite, she planned to drink another bowl. Open her eyes and looked around. It seemed that everyone except her was listening to the lectures. She shrank her neck embarrassedly, and quietly left the table with Xiangxiu and others. She found a little novice monk and asked him to lead the way to the clean room.

Ye Shuhua was listening to the lectures attentively, without noticing the situation opposite. The secret guards responsible for protection did not relax at all, immediately hid their bodies and followed them all the way.

The little shaman led their group and turned two turns. Three wooden houses appeared in front of him and bowed and said, "Donor, we are here."

"Thank you, my little master." Song Ruoxi clasped his hands and returned.

The structure of the clean room in the temple is the same as that of ordinary people. It is relatively simple. A large hole was dug on the ground. There was a large coarse porcelain pot with two long wooden boards on it.

Song Ruoxi carefully stepped on the wooden board and lowered her head to untie the belt. However, she was wearing Haiqing with wide waist and wide sleeves, which was a bit hindered. It was difficult to get it done. As soon as she squatted down, Ziwen shouted loudly: "Stop."

"I'm in a hurry and want to solve the problem. Isn't this an cottage here? I just asked the little master, and he said this is an cottage, and I'm not going to break in randomly." A female voice said timidly.

Ziwen looked up and down at the woman, and saw that she was wearing a green dress and was thin and thin, unlike a martial artist. She lowered her vigilance on her face and said, "This is a cottage. You can wait here. When my young lady comes out, you can go in."

After Song Ruoxi finished undressing, he got up to tidy up his dress. Suddenly he heard the green sleeves outside shouting: "Hold on..."

Before I finished shouting, there was no sound.

Song Ruoxi was shocked and something happened outside. Sure enough, the intersecting sound of swords and swords came. She opened the door, and Xiang Xiu and others fell to the ground in a row. Several men in Haiqing were fighting with the secret guards. They hurriedly took out a bamboo tube from their sleeves and rushed towards the sky. With a "bang", Xinyan exploded in the air.

Ye Shuhua, who was listening to the lecture, saw Xinyan, and supported her hands on the ground, and her figure shot out like an arrow. Seeing this, more than a dozen killers mixed in the believers immediately stopped him.

Ye Shuhua was worried about Song Ruoxi's safety, so he pulled out his soft sword and was straightforward, without a trace of pause or hesitation, stabbed the enemy's throat, and to the right, blood splattered out. After the screams, a man fell to the ground and another man rushed up.

"Ah! Killed!"

The people who came to attend the Dharma Assembly screamed in vain, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. The peaceful lecture meeting was shrouded in cold murderous aura.

The monks who protect the temple in Amitabha Temple brought sticks to help. In any case, they could not let the young lord of Dengying City have an accident in Amitabha Temple. If he dies here, there will be a disaster of destruction of the temple, and hundreds of monks in the temple will lose their lives.

Master Deyu looked at the bloody killing in front of him, and showed a compassionate expression on his face. He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's yell: "My Buddha is merciful, please forgive their sins. Namo, Dratana, Doraye, Namo, Ah Ya, Polujie Emperor, Shuobolaya, Bodhisattva Poya..."

In front of the palace, the three sides fought hard to distinguish, and the believers fled everywhere.

Outside the clean room, the woman who was putting the drug was not wary of Song Ruoxi's release of Xinyan. She realized that she had rushed over and grabbed Song Ruoxi.

When Song Ruoxi saw the woman rushing over, he did not flee everywhere in panic or scream, but instead smashed the bamboo tube in his hand towards her.

The small bamboo tube was not threatening in the eyes of the woman. She waved her hand and opened the bamboo tube. Her figure did not slow down at all. Another thing came towards her, with a strong fragrance.

Pills!

This is what a woman can think of, hold her breath and retreat quickly.

Song Ruoxi had no medicine on her hands. Although she had thought of asking Luxi to help her prepare some self-defense, Luxi was not a person in the world. No, nor did she have any formula for the medicine. She had to give up. All she threw out was a box of peach blossom pollen she carried with her for makeup.

Song Ruoxi turned around and ran away. It was not that the drug could not charm the woman, but that it could force her to retreat, and that would give her a glimmer of hope. Even if she was about to die, it would be better to die late than to die early, even if it was only a few minutes apart. Maybe it would be just a few minutes apart, and things would turn around. Ye Shuhua rushed over to save her, and she would not have to die.

The woman found that it was not a drug and chased after her again. Just two steps away from Song Ruoxi, a black shadow fell from the sky and kidnapped Song Ruoxi in front of her. She was so fast that she had no time to stop her.

Song Ruoxi, who was kidnapped by the man in black, breathed a sigh of relief and looked sideways. Her ordinary face seemed familiar. She thought she was the guard who had met and smiled and said, "Thank you for saving me."

"The stream doesn't have to thank me."

This voice, and this title, made Song Ruoxi's face pale in an instant, staring at that face in disbelief. He was about to get married in March. Shouldn't he be in the capital of Heguo? Why did it appear here? Did she hear it wrong? "Chen Mo?"

"Yes, it's me." Chen Mo's laughter was a little proud, "Xiu has always been so sensitive to my voice."

After confirmation, Song Ruoxi's heart sank into the bottom of the valley. She would rather die than fall into the hands of this man.

After several leaps and turns, the two of them had already left Amitabha Temple.

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Chapter completed!