The night covers the temple and is silent.

Ouyang Linlin lay alone on the simple bed, and the dim candlelight around her pulled her figure long.

She opened her eyes and looked straight at the beam of the room, with a strong longing in her eyes. Her thoughts couldn't help but float to Xi Yu again.

Xi Yu's face, his smile, his eyes, and every move kept appearing in her mind.

It was a kind of emotion that was unbreakable and chaotic, and it spread out in this quiet temple.

Just as Ouyang Linlin was immersed in her longing for Xi Yu, suddenly a noisy sound came from the temple.

She was stunned at first, then she sat up suddenly and listened carefully. Only the fierce fighting and shouting came from outside.

"What's going on?" Ouyang Linlin frowned and a burst of uneasiness surged in her heart.

She hurriedly got out of bed, pulled her shoes and ran to the door, gently pushed open a gap and looked out.

I saw a group of people fighting with the soldiers in the temple yard.

Those who caused trouble showed fierce faces and took action without any mercy, while the soldiers also fought hard to resist, and the scene was in chaos.

Ouyang Linlin's eyes were wide open, her face full of shock and confusion.

"How come someone suddenly makes trouble in the temple in the middle of the night?" She thought to herself, her hand unconsciously grabbed the door frame and watched every move outside nervously, wondering how this sudden chaos would continue.

In this chaos, several thieves quietly touched the old monk's room.

They moved quietly, with a ferocious look on their faces.

When they gently pushed open the door, the old monk seemed to notice a strange thing in his sleep and suddenly woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw several thieves standing in front of him with a ferocious spirit. He was so scared that his face was pale and instinctively let out a terrified scream: "Ah!"

The scream was particularly clear and harsh in the quiet temple, as if it was about to break through the darkness.

The thieves were stunned by the scream, but soon showed a fierce look on their faces. They held the weapon in their hands tightly and approached the old monk step by step, as if they were about to put him to death immediately.

The old monk retreated in horror, his heart full of fear and helplessness, and he didn't know how to deal with this sudden and dangerous situation.

When the thieves were about to attack the old monk, several soldiers outside rushed over when they heard the movement.

"Let go of the old monk!" The soldier in charge opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly, holding the spear tightly in his hand, making a stance of attacking at any time.

Seeing this, one of the thieves viciously grabbed the old monk's neck. The old monk's face was full of pain and his eyes were full of horror.

"Don't come over! Otherwise I will kill this old monk immediately!" The thief roared with a ferocious face, with madness and determination in his eyes.

The soldiers immediately threw themselves into a quarrel, stopped, and looked at the old monk anxiously.

"What the hell do you want to do?" a soldier shouted, his face full of anger and reluctance.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense! Get out of here!" The thief held the old monk hostage and stepped back step by step.

The soldiers could only watch the thief take the old monk away, clenching his fists tightly, but he was helpless, his face full of regret and anger.

The thief gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving the soldiers stomping their feet and cursing.

Zhao Yun rushed into the temple like lightning. The spear in his hand was stained with the blood of the thief. His face was cold and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Don't leave, thieves!" Zhao Yun shouted loudly, but when he ran into the yard, he saw the old monk being forced by several thieves.

Zhao Yun stopped instantly, with a look of anxiety and anger on his face. He held the spear tightly, and the tip of the spear trembled slightly due to anger.

"Let go of the old monk!" Zhao Yun glared, his voice as if thunderous.

But the thieves laughed arrogantly, and one of them shouted, "Hmph, if you have the ability, come over. See if your gun is fast, or should we kill this old monk first!"

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth, and the blue veins on his forehead swelled up. His eyes were staring at the thief, but he did not dare to act rashly, and his heart was full of helplessness and anxiety.

"What do you want!" Zhao Yun asked with a grudge against his anger.

The old monk said with pain in his face and said with difficulty: "Heroic... don't worry about me..."

Zhao Yun felt ache in his heart, but he could only watch the old monk being taken away by the thief.

He stomped his feet hard, his self-blame and anger were intertwined in his heart, but he had no choice but to do anything for a moment.

Zhao Yun watched the thief holding the old monk away gradually. He stood there, his hand holding the spear tightly turned white due to excessive force.

His face was full of reluctance and anger, and his eyes seemed to be about to spit out of fire. "Damn it!" He cursed in a low voice, feeling very upset.

The soldiers around also surrounded him, all showing frustration.

"General Zhao, what should I do?" a soldier asked anxiously.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He pondered for a moment and said, "Don't act rashly for now. They will not hurt the old monk for the time being. We will definitely find a way to save the old monk from a long-term plan."

After saying that, Zhao Yun's eyes were still staring at the direction of the thief leaving, and his eyes revealed firmness and determination.

He secretly swore that no matter how much the price he paid, he must save the old monk safely.

In another corner of the temple, Ouyang Linlin also witnessed all this, and her heart was also full of worries.

She looked at Zhao Yun's resolute back and felt a different feeling in her heart, as if she had a little more admiration and dependence on this brave general.

In the following time, Zhao Yun arranged for the soldiers to strengthen the alert around the temple, and began to plan strategies to rescue the old monk. The entire temple was immersed in a tense and depressing atmosphere.

On the other side, the county magistrate sat on the chair with a tired look on his face. He was tortured by his wife for a whole day and felt that his bones were about to fall apart.

At night, the county magistrate rubbed his eyebrows, stood up and said, "I'll go to the prison to take a look."

When the lady heard this, she immediately raised her eyebrows and stared at him and scolded, "What are you doing? Are you going to go out and mess around again?"

The county magistrate quickly explained: "Oh, madam, I really went to the jail and didn't lie to you."

The lady waved her hand impatiently and said as if she was chasing a fly: "Go roll, get out quickly, don't wander in front of my eyes."

The county magistrate had no choice but to turn around embarrassedly and walk towards the prison in shame, muttering: "It's true, I don't believe it no matter how you say it."

The lady glared at his back fiercely from behind, still still not regaining her anger.

The county magistrate hung his head and walked hurriedly towards the prison.

Along the way, he was still muttering in his heart that his wife's temper was becoming more and more elusive.

When they arrived at the gate of the prison, the prison guards saw that the county magistrate had arrived and hurriedly saluted respectfully.

The county magistrate waved his hand and signaled them to open the prison door.

After entering the prison, a damp and decay smell came to his nose. The county magistrate frowned, but continued to move forward.

He came to a cell and looked at the prisoner imprisoned inside, with a complicated look in his eyes.

At this time, the more the wife thought about it in the room, the more angry she became, and she felt that the county magistrate must have no kindness, and maybe she was just looking for excuses to go out and spend money.

She stood up suddenly and decided to follow the county magistrate to take a look.

When the wife quietly came to the prison, she heard the voice of the county magistrate from inside.

She approached carefully and hid beside her and eavesdropped.

The county magistrate came to Xi Yu's cell and said viciously that he would torture him severely.

Xi Yu asked why, and the county magistrate sneered: "I was angry with my wife today and I must take revenge on you!"

Xi Yu laughed and mocked the county magistrate for doing a good job.

The county magistrate was irritated by Xi Yu's sarcasm. He gritted his teeth and said, "You ignorant guy, dare to laugh at me! I will make you regret it!"

Xi Yu said to the county magistrate with fearless expression: "Hmph, then let me try to move."

When the county magistrate heard this, his face turned red with anger and immediately shouted loudly: "Come here!"

At this moment, the county magistrate's wife walked in happily.

She raised her eyebrows, opened her eyes wide, pointed at Xia Ling's nose and scolded: "Okay, how dare you say bad things about me behind my back!"

The county magistrate was stunned for a moment, his face turned pale, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He stuttered: "Husband...Madam, why are you here? This...is a misunderstanding!"

His eyes were filled with fear and panic, and his body couldn't help but take two steps back.

Xi Yu looked at all this with interest, and a smile that was not easy to detect was raised at the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the county magistrate's wife did not listen to his explanation at all. She rushed up and punched and kicked the county magistrate, beating and scolding: "You are a heartless person, you are incompetent, and you are venting your anger against the prisoner. I have to teach you a good lesson today!"

The yamen runners watched the excitement in a daze, and completely forgot to go to fight Yu.

Tuoba Yu witnessed this scene from afar. A complex emotion surged in her heart.

She thought to herself: "This county magistrate is really too sad! Look at his trembling look, he is so afraid of his wife."

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Tuoba Yu's face, as if he was a little amused by this interesting scene.

The county magistrate's wife angrily pulled the county magistrate's arm and dragged him out of the room.

The county magistrate was full of horror. While trying to break free from his wife's hand, he begged: "Madam, spare me, don't fight here..."

The lady was unmoved. She raised her eyebrows, her eyes widened and shouted loudly: "You are such a futile thing!"

When he arrived in the yard, the wife was even more merciless and punched the county magistrate again.

The county magistrate could only run away with his head in his arms, and kept begging for mercy: "Madam, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

Several yamen runners were stunned by the side, and it took a while to come to their senses.
To be continued...