Xia Sheng never expected that Abbot Xinkong would return to the Magic Pavilion so quickly.

As expected, I still underestimated the heroes of the world too much.

However, even so, Xia Sheng did not seem too panic, but said with a smile: "It seems that Master Xinkong doesn't know the magical use of this Ling, right?"

After the words came, the crisp ringtone lingering in the Magic Weapon Pavilion suddenly stopped. An old monk with white hair and hair slowly pushed the door from outside the pavilion, bowed slightly and recited the Buddha's name, showing compassion, and said to Xia Sheng: "Why did the donor say this?"

Xia Sheng looked at the small bell in Abbot Xinkong's hand, and smiled and shook his head: "If the master knew what this thing should be used, he would not have ringed the bell to me before."

The old monk Xinkong refused to argue about this, and did not angrily scold Xia Sheng for his thief behavior. Instead, he smiled and said, "In this way, is the donor who has a great relationship with our temple?"

Xia Sheng folded his hands together, bowed to Abbot Xinkong, and replied: "I am not sure about it. My family master and the Holy Sage of Haifa are old friends."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Master Xinkong couldn't help but look suspicious: "Since that's the case, why did the donor come here this time and not for the guests but for the thief?"

Xia Sheng smiled bitterly and sighed, "It's really a matter of love. Because I know that the owner of Baoling once said that if he had not come to pick it up in person, the temple would never have to hand it over to others. The Holy Sage of Haifa is a man who is loyal to the promise. Although he has passed away, I believe that the heir he chose will definitely obey this order. If this is not the worst, I am afraid that I will never be able to get this thing."

Abbot Xinkong was quite surprised by Xia Sheng's answer and immediately asked: "Does the donor know who the owner of this thing is?"

Xia Sheng nodded simply and neatly: "Of course I know! It is the regent of the Dajin Dynasty when it was first established, Luo Qiu!"

Speaking of this, a trace of regret flashed in Xia Sheng's eyes: "It's a pity that the battle in Buzhou Mountain happened so suddenly that he couldn't get back to the temple to retrieve this treasure. Otherwise, who could decide the outcome of the battle?"

Xia Sheng's words once again went beyond the expectations of Abbot Xinkong.

Because the historical books have already made a conclusion about Luoqiu, in the eyes of the world, Luoqiu is no longer a regent. It is the biggest rebel in the five hundred years of the Dajin Dynasty!

He deceived the emperor and plotted against rebellion, intending to assassinate Emperor Taizu on Mount Buzhou and replace the Zhao family with such a traitor and evil person. No wonder Emperor Taizu killed him and destroyed the ten clans.

Even if the king of the dynasty has rebelled against the Seven Sages of the Zhulin, he would not dare to overturn Emperor Taizu's conclusion on Luoqiu!

But now in Xia Sheng's mouth, the regent Luoqiu has become a tragic hero worthy of sympathy. If such remarks spread to the court, let alone a prince's grand tutor, no one can protect him even if he is the prime minister of the current dynasty!

But Xia Sheng still said this because what he was facing was the contemporary abbot of White Horse Temple and Master Xinkong.

Once upon a time, White Horse Temple was his last shelter.

Now, in the hands of Abbot Xinkong, he holds the purple bamboo bell he once stored here.

Therefore, he firmly believed that even after five hundred years, the monks in White Horse Temple were still his solid backing!

Unfortunately, now he is no longer the regent Luoqiu, but a young man who is only sixteen years old. Even though Buddhism believes in the cycle of cause and effect, he cannot tell the other party about his reincarnation of Luoqiu.

Because this is his greatest secret since his ninth lifetime, his guarantee of his survival, and his reason for not being hated by the world.

Once the trump card is lifted, it is no longer a trump card.

Once the secret is told, it is no longer a secret.

However, Master Xinkong's next actions still caught Xia Sheng off guard.

He suddenly smiled and stepped forward. Then he handed the Zi Zhu Ling to Xia Sheng's hands.

At this moment, Xia Sheng froze. He looked up at Abbot Xinkong's eyes that had accumulated too much wisdom and time. For a moment, he didn't know where to speak.

Abbot Xinkong said nothing or asked nothing. Instead, he performed a Buddhist ritual to Xia Sheng very respectfully.

Raise your hands flat on your chest, and combine your five fingers upwards.

This is the most common posture for Buddhist monks, but at this time, Abbot Xinkong performed this ritual to Xia Sheng, which represented a very important significance.

Learn from the good.

So Xia Sheng knew, he knew.

This may be the biggest crisis that Xia Sheng has encountered since he was a human being in his ninth lifetime, but Master Xinkong expressed his kindness in the most concise and clearest movement. He took off the rosary on his wrist, shook it slightly, and scattered it in the entire magic weapon pavilion.

The sound of the beads colliding with the ground was crisp and pleasant, but it was like heavy hammers hitting Xia Sheng's heart.

The next moment, eighteen Buddhist beads exploded and turned into wisps of blue smoke, which were destroyed invisibly.

Although Xia Sheng didn't ask anything, Abbot Xinkong gave his own answer in advance.

If there is any treason, it will be like this.

Xia Sheng held the Zizhuling in one hand and the Ye You sword at his waist in the other hand, tight and loose. After a while, he finally sighed quietly, then bowed to Master Xinkong, and walked out of the magic weapon pavilion.

As Xia Sheng's thoughts moved, Dijiang and Qiongsang turned into two streams of light and returned to his spiritual orifice. Xia Sheng's steps continued to leave Baima Temple under the extremely wise eyes of Abbot Xinkong.

It was not until the moment he stepped out of the temple that Xia Sheng felt a little chilling in his vest. He let out a deep breath of turbid air, without saying a word, and then faced the stars and moon in the sky and headed towards the Marquis of Weining.

From a certain perspective, Xia Sheng's purpose was achieved because he took back the Zizhuling.

But from another aspect, he inadvertently exposed his biggest trump card.

Whether it is a blessing or a disaster can only be left to prove it.

At least he believed that White Horse Temple would never become his enemy.

As for the abbot Xinkong...

I hope he can really keep his oath.

Xia Sheng never felt that the road back to the Weining Marquis Mansion would become so long, and it seemed that there was a certainty in the dark. This night might be the biggest disaster since his rebirth.

When Xia Sheng walked slowly by the Osmanthus Lane in the west of the city, he suddenly stopped.

More than a hundred feet ahead is Tongtu Street, where the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion is located.

Less than one mile north is Yuehua Street, which is where Shantang General Hall, the Military and Masjid, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Justice are located.

As for the Weining Marquis Mansion of the Ye family, it is even further away from Xia Shengdong and west.

So Xia Sheng knew that he could not walk into the Weining Marquis Mansion.

Because in front of him, behind him, there were people hiding in the night, under the bright moonlight, with a strong murderous intent!
Chapter completed!