A guilt across time and space is still telling at a short distance.


    But the old eunuch felt that the knot in his heart was released at the moment he saw the woman.


    The woman was not tortured by the years in the cold palace as he imagined.


    On the contrary, it is just a little more weak than before.


    Others, as usual, have never changed.


    ……


    A drama of deep love and longevity was staged in the cold palace.


    At the same time, in the courtyard dedicated to Zen, a bloody figure suddenly broke in and fell under the ginkgo tree.


    Hearing the news, the little monk thought it was another foreign wild cat that came over the wall from the wall yard. Last time, the master told him not to stay when he saw the wild cat, or he would be punished to copy several scriptures.


    But when he came out with an oil lamp, he was startled by the scene in front of him.


    Where is the wild cat in front of you?


    Clearly a man covered with blood!


    The whole body remains bright red, shocking.


    It''s like an evil ghost climbing out of hell. It''s ferocious and terrible. It almost scared the little monk to cry.


    "Little monk... Where is your master?"


    This man''s words are not very authentic.


    But fortunately, the little monk understood, trembled and stretched out a finger and pointed behind the man.


    The latter slowly turned around and saw an old monk wearing a valuable cassock. It seemed that he had never taken off from beginning to end. The Zen stick in his hand could still reflect light under the bright moon.


    "Master... Elder martial brother..."


    The man raised his head and showed a miserable smiling face, which was also covered with blood.


    Vaguely, it can be seen that he is not too old, but he exudes the Yin of ghosts. It is the western region Buddhist youth who summoned the ghost Buddha.


    "I felt uneasy yesterday. It seemed that something big was going to happen. Sure enough, I was going to sleep today. I calculated a divination before going to bed, and a disaster star would come. I didn''t expect to see you in a moment."


    The old monk said coldly.


    "Hey, hey, elder martial brother, how can a family split up in the central plains without talking about two families? The elder martial brother in grey robe and cassock is gone, but now only the old abbot is left because of his rich clothes and food."


    The boy said with a smile, which was gloomy and ghostly.


    "If you don''t follow Shifu well, why are you running around outside all day? This is not the western region. No one will let you. Moreover, this is still the imperial palace. There are many experts. If you are found, you will be scared."


    The old monk said coldly.


    No one in the palace knew his relationship with Western Buddhism. Of course, he didn''t want others to know.


    Even the Emperor may not know his own origin, but he is interested in his unique ability, which makes him have a place to live in the palace and provide various resources.


    "Hey, elder martial brother, you are the only one who was not adopted by master. All the other elder martial brothers died in front of me."


    The boy smiled, covered his chest with one hand, forced himself to hold the ginkgo tree to stand up. The golden ginkgo leaves on the ground were also stained with mottled blood.


    "If I hadn''t left early, I''m afraid I would have the same fate as those people."


    The old monk sneered. He didn''t have any respect for the "master" in his mouth. On the contrary, he had a lot of resentment, mixed with some fear.


    In the thousands of Jianghu in the western regions, the law of the jungle is the king, and the survival of the fittest is the rule.


    The old monk lived to the end, although he was old and his talent was not as good as those. Winning in the end is the king.


    At least in the current situation, it''s better to enjoy good clothes and food in the Imperial Palace than to sob bitterly under the nine springs.


    He also sincerely rejoiced that he had chosen to leave.


    "Elder martial brother, elder martial brother, this is not the last. At the beginning, you have learned half of the master''s skills, and when you left, you vowed that if you get out of the head in the future, the people in the school will take refuge in you and will definitely not refuse. Now it seems that this posture will turn me out?"


    The boy wiped the blood gushing from the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were already worn out.


    I want to shake my head and tell the little monk to take out some fitting clothes from his room and give them to him.


    Although the latter was a little confused by the man in front of him, he nodded obediently and went back to the room to get some clothes.


    The old monk took the clothes and just looked at the younger martial brother in front of him indifferently.


    "Don''t lose face in the imperial palace. I can tell them that you are my subdued apprentice, and you can have a shelter for the time being, but the Imperial Palace won''t be your place to stay for a long time. When your injury is almost better, you can leave here."


    The old monk''s tone was not heavy, but between the lines there was an irresistible meaning. The boy smiled and took the clothes.


    It''s good to have a safe shelter when you''re hurt like this. Where dare you expect more.


    "Excuse me, young martial nephew, find me a place where I can wash my body. The smell will make you unable to sleep at that time."


    The boy smiled and said that he didn''t look like a person who was seriously injured and dying.


    The little monk looked at the master in a daze. After getting the nod of the latter, he took the boy to the place to bathe and purify himself.


    When the little monk left, the cold mountain spring water irrigated from the beginning, which made the boy wake up a lot, and the wound on his body was still aching.


    As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of the events of that night''s war.


    The ghost Buddha, which is equivalent to the innate realm, is fragmented and has become countless rubble.


    And he was surrounded by many strong men. Although the strong man was exhausted, there was no lack of experts in the perfect state of Jiuming Jun.


    Even if he relies on the power of the remaining ghost Buddha, he can only compete with one of them. Maybe he can only support a few more rounds. Soon, the prototype will be exposed.


    Knowing that the situation was bad, he chose the road with the greatest chance - escape!


    The people of the Central Plains have a saying that it is good to keep the green mountains. They are not afraid of no firewood.


    The young man burned all his accomplishments and rushed out of a path of blood. Although many experts jointly blocked, he did not want to fight for the highest accomplishments. Finally, he escaped, leaving one life and many scars.


    Especially when he thought that there was still a bunch of skeleton Buddha beads under the ground, he was quite unwilling. It was a magic weapon he spent half his life to find.


    "My Lord, your express has arrived."


    A voice suddenly appeared.


    When the boy was too late to be alert, a black package suddenly appeared in front of him.