On the Zhuque Street, the scorching sun was gradually drooping to the west. The two figures quickly intertwined and separated in an instant.

The Nanmen Yamen Constable, who guarded both sides of Zhuque Street, was so thrilling and passionate about seeing it earlier. After watching it for a whole day, they have been gathered together in groups of three or five, and they have whispered to chat about their homework.

Yes, the two of them were almost on the Zhuque Street and had a stalemate for a day, but in the end, no one could do anything to anyone.

If you have to say, who can be better, it must be the eunuch Feng Yuanyi. Regardless of his current injuries, the previous few tricks that made those detectives look confused were all from the hands of this eunuch.

Maybe he was a little angry. Bukong had never taken a step closer or took a step back, which also caused some trouble to Feng Yuanyi. Unfortunately, Bukong could not do it if he really hurt this eunuch.

After this fight broke apart in a flash, Feng Yuanyi seemed to be getting more and more happy. Even the hand holding the scimitar could not help but follow the qi in his body, and then use another move that could stir upside down.

Turning around and continuing to face Bukong, Feng Yuanyi gently waved the hem of his clothes, raised his knife to prepare for another fight.

Bukong gasped for two deep breaths. Today, he looked at Feng Yuanyi with an extremely serious gaze for the first time, and then raised his hand and shook it gently.

Not to beat him? Feng Yuanyi spoke a little sarcastically, but his feet were very honest, and the scimitar in his hand slowly fell down. However, he did not completely believe Bukong, and his eyes were still a little vigilant.

Tsk, old eunuch, I've been here for a day, but you're not satisfied? Bukong curled his lips and continued: Besides, Ning Buer and that kid, after all, did not die under your hands, so he wouldn't really fight you.

Hearing this, Feng Yuanyi relaxed a little.

Also, it was getting late, so I had to find a place to have some vegetarian food. Bukong was ready to turn around, but the swordfish came and his sleeves were swung, and he disappeared.

It took a long time since no one dared to come to the imperial capital and challenged me. You are the first one in recent years. Feng Yuanyi slowly closed his knife and said.

OK, old castrated dog, I think you know better than me, and it is not a good thing to hold on.

While speaking, Bukong had already begun to walk towards the city gate. He secretly pulled out a wine gourd from somewhere, covered it with his sleeves, and quietly drank it.

Refreshing. As the strong wine entered his stomach, he immediately shouted. I don’t know if it was praising the wine for enjoying its pleasure or the battle on the Vermillion Bird Street today, fighting so hard.

Still staring at Bukong who was leaving, Feng Yuanyi's breathing gradually became heavier. His left hand finally slowly released the hilt of the knife bent his arm and no longer waited for it.

A mouthful of black blood followed the countercurrent qi, like a flood that broke through the dam, dyed the ground in front of Feng Yuanyi red.

After fighting with Bukong, he suffered some injuries, and some minor injuries, which were not bad. Feng Yuanyi's waist was still straight, and he wiped the corners of his mouth cleanly, and raised a strange smile.

Then he turned around and walked into the imperial city.

Until he walked out of the city gate, Bukong's steps suddenly accelerated, and in an instant, he had disappeared outside the city gate and could not see any trace.

Occasionally, the few constables who were secretly watching from inside the city gate made their eyes straight, and a sigh resounded across both sides of Zhuque Street.

It was almost dusk, and these constables only need to return to the North and South yamen, report today's affairs to their superiors, and then turn around and go home and sleep with their wives and children.

Carefree, this is the constable of the imperial capital, and life in the imperial capital is comfortable and comfortable.

There is no need to worry about the sudden arrival of foreign enemies at the city, there is no need to worry about drought and flood disasters, and there is no need to worry about whether the money in your pocket is enough for today's food and clothing. There is no beggar in the imperial capital city, and the lowest-class servants can make a fortune when leaving the imperial capital and anywhere in the Tang Dynasty.

Bukong walked out for a long time, and there was almost no people around him. The sky gradually became darker. A crescent moon was hanging upside down in the sky, and then he paused a little under the hazy moonlight.

Bukong didn't continue moving forward. He hunched his back and supported his hands on the trunks of the two big trees in front of him. There was a pile of blood on the ground between the two big trees.

After taking two heavy breaths, he gradually stabilized. Bukong stood up, straightened his waist, took out the wine gourd, and drank a sip of strong wine, with a few smiles on his face.

In the entire Tang Dynasty, the figure who could support Feng Yuanyi for so long was not empty for a place except for the noble and powerful world creation powerhouses, who had no more than two hands.

Don’t think that there are many hands, and there are thousands of masters who have entered the saint realm. Including those who are hiding between the mountains and forests and the market, there may be five digits.

Among the nearly five-digit numbers, there are less than two hands in the martial arts world. They dare to fight with him Feng Yuanyi in this way. What's more, they took over all Feng Yuanyi's moves with great force. I'm afraid that he was the only one who was Feng Yuanyi.

He continued to move forward with a swagger, and it won't take long before he could arrive in front of the familiar temple gate.

Just inside the temple, an old monk with pale eyebrows and beards knocked on the cloud board. Two monks, one big and one small, ran out of the hall. The big one was not very big, at most twenty-six or seven years old, and the young one was the monk who had opened the door to welcome guests.

The two monks hurriedly ran behind the old monk, folded their hands together, and politely said in unison: Master.

The old monk put away the cloud board and placed one hand horizontally on his chest. The white eyebrows and white beards hanging down made people unable to see his face. The old monk waved his hand, heading towards the direction of the dining hall.

The two monks understood and hurriedly ran towards the dining hall.

The old monk then seemed to remember the guests who came today, and hurriedly accelerated a few steps and entered the dining hall.

In the wing room on one side of the temple, Guo Xiaojiu was lying on his back on the bed. The wound in front of him had been treated and nothing serious was involved.

Ning Buer sat on the threshold, staring at the sky in the night, dazed alone.

A sound of footsteps came, and the old monk first came into Ning Buer's eyes. The old monk smiled and nodded slightly. Behind him was the youngest monk. In the arms of the little monk, he was holding a wooden plate, and two bowls of vegetarian rice were served on the wooden plate.

Until he approached the door of the wing room, Ning Buer hurriedly stood up to greet him.

After the old monk was polite, he said the Buddha's name, and then he turned slightly and let the young monk enter the wing room first.

The little monk understood the old monk's meaning very well. He put the vegetarian food and hurried out of the wing room. Under the gesture of the old monk's eyes, he quickly ran towards the vegetarian hall.

Donor, I hope to forgive me for the poor hospitality of this temple. The old monk said politely again.

The abbot was really out of the way. Guo Xiaojiu had already walked out of bed and wanted to greet the old monk, but he felt that his body was still a little uncomfortable, so he finally chose to give up.

Ning Buer gave him a blank look and slowly walked to his side. Without saying anything, he gave him enough Guo Xiaojiu's face.

This made Guo Xiaojiu flattered and didn't know what to do for a moment.

The monk’s Dharma name is Amitabha Mountain. When Amitabha Mountain said this, his face was a little solemn: I just now had no disciple of my monk. There was also a disciple of my monk in the temple, whose Dharma name was not pure.

Having said that, Amitabha Mountain had no plans to continue talking. She lowered her head in a angrily voice and pointed to the food on the table: they are all ordinary vegetarian foods in this temple. If you are not used to it, you can recommend it to me. I will try to satisfy the two donors.

I dare not, but Guo Xiaojiu felt a little strange. There were only three monks in this huge temple? But he didn't ask for doubts immediately, so he hurriedly waved his hand to indicate that they would definitely be able to eat: Instead, he should thank the abbot.

It is true. Guo Xiaojiu has been exploring this world for some time. Not to mention the hardships he had with Han Changli earlier, but in those days, there were still no meals. He could have a ready-made vegetarian meal in front of him. Naturally, he had no idea that he would be used to it or not.

Not to mention Ning Buer, she was originally a disciple of the Taoist sect, and her daily life was probably not much better than in this temple.

Amitabha Mountain nodded, did not continue to stay in the wing room, and was polite again, then turned around and left.

Outside the temple gate, Bukong carefully checked his body, and there was no smell of wine, and the wine gourd had been hidden long ago, and the hive sword had never been exposed.

Then he nodded slightly, and dared to walk up to the temple door and prepare to lightly snap the door knocker.
Chapter completed!