Chapter 1662 Who the Hell Are You Scolding? Say It Again!

Near the outskirts of the city, Yue Dansheng watched the hunchbacked man look around and enter a simple Taoist temple. He thought for a moment and wanted to follow him.

But at this moment, the corner of his clothes was grabbed by someone.

"Brother Yue." Zhong Ziyu's voice sounded behind him: "If that man is really strange, there may be other traps in the Taoist temple. It's too reckless for us to go in directly."

Yue Dansheng pulled back his clothes coldly, turned his head and looked at him unhappily: "Don't touch me."

Zhong Ziyu suddenly felt embarrassed, twisted his fingers in the air, and was a little at a loss.

Wei Chou next to him was unhappy: "He is also for your own good, why are you so proud."

Yue Dansheng frowned and didn't want to talk nonsense with them.

Zhong Ziyu hurriedly said: "Wei Chou and I will pretend to be believers and go in to explore. If there is nothing unusual, Brother Yue will go in."

"No need." Yue Dansheng refused coldly.

Zhong Ziyu also got a little angry now, and said: "If we alert the enemy, we may let the clues we got with great difficulty run away. Brother Yue should not only think about himself, but also the overall situation. Now is not the time to be angry."

Yue Dansheng looked at him impatiently.

Zhong Ziyu did not look at him, and pulled Wei Chou and ran away.

Yue Dansheng wanted to call him again, but Zhong Ziyu ran a long way. He couldn't call him loudly, so he could only watch him enter the Taoist temple.

The gate of the Taoist temple was not closed, and there was only a dilapidated small hall inside. The hall enshrined the Three Pure Ones, but the incense was not abundant, and it looked really pitiful.

The little Taoist priest who was sweeping saw someone coming in, and his eyes flashed with vigilance first, and then he asked inconspicuously: "Are you two donors here to burn incense?"

Zhong Ziyu said "yes", his eyes fixed on the Three Pure Ones Hall, but his eyes were on the surrounding environment. It was only an incense stick of time before and after, and the hunchbacked man had disappeared.

"Please make a wish." Zhong Ziyu said casually.

The young Taoist priest came to the table, picked up a brush, took out a yellow talisman, and asked: "May I ask the name of the person who wants to make a wish?"

"My surname is Yue, and my name is Yue Shansheng."

Wei Chou next to him rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

The young Taoist priest wrote the three words, and drew a few talismans that no one could understand on the yellow paper. He folded the yellow paper into a triangle, strung it with a red rope, and hung it on the pagoda on the right side of the Three Pure Ones. He said to Zhong Ziyu: "Donor, add some fragrant oil to the merit incense here, and kowtow three times to this Dharma image, and the ceremony will be completed."

Zhong Ziyu touched his body and found that he had no money, so he stretched out his hand to Wei Chou.

If Wei Chou had not considered the occasion, he would have sprayed him so hard that his head was bleeding.

Zhong Ziyu pretended not to see that Wei Chou didn't want to give, and shook his palm at him. Wei Chou had a gloomy face and hesitated to take out one or two silver coins, without a penny more.

Zhong Ziyu put the one or two ounces of silver into the merit incense, and then kowtowed respectfully to the Dharma image.

After three times, he stood up and asked the little Taoist priest: "Your Wanting Temple has the same name as the Wanting Temple in Kyoto. I wonder if there is any connection between the two?"

The little Taoist priest was curious about why someone would come to their broken Taoist temple to burn incense. Hearing this, he had an answer. He said casually: "I have never heard of Wanting Temple in Beijing. This Taoist temple is run by my Taoist master, but the location is remote and the area is slightly small, so the incense is not prosperous."

"Sincerity is effective." Zhong Ziyu said: "Two days ago, I asked which Taoist temples were nearby, and I heard that there was a Wanting Temple. I suddenly felt that it was a predestined relationship, so I rushed here even if I had to take a detour. However, it is getting dark now. If I go back to the city, I am afraid it will be curfew. I wonder if your temple has any vacant rooms and can allow the two of us to stay for one night?"

The little Taoist priest bowed his head and said: "The guest room in the temple has long been used as a warehouse and cannot accommodate guests. I hope the donor will forgive me."

Zhong Ziyu said: "The warehouse is also OK, just make do with one night."

The little Taoist priest finally looked at the two people straight in the eye, with a subtle look.

Zhong Ziyu looked sincere and smiled at him.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, shaking the yellow curtain in front of the hall.

The young Taoist priest realized something and smiled, "It looks like it's going to rain. I'll close the door first."

As he said that, he passed by Zhong Ziyu and closed the door of the Taoist temple and locked it.

Zhong Ziyu's heart tightened, and Wei Chou also took it seriously.

But the young Taoist priest said, "I can't make the decision on the matter of staying overnight. I'll go to the back to ask the master. I hope the two donors will wait a little longer."

After that, he went straight to the backyard.

Zhong Ziyu and Wei Chou were the only ones left in the front hall. They looked at each other, their hearts still in their throats.

After a while, Wei Chou asked first: "What should we do?"

Zhong Ziyu said seriously; "The little Taoist priest deliberately left us here to test our strength. Don't move. If you move, he will know that we have other intentions."

Wei Chou said "yes" and agreed with his opinion, but he was curious: "How many people can hide in this small Taoist temple? Let me make it clear first, if there are more than ten, I can't beat them. I really don't have any medicine."

Zhong Ziyu didn't say anything, but pursed his lips tightly.

Wei Chou asked again: "If a fight really breaks out, the gate is closed and the outside can't see inside. How can you send a signal to Yue Shansheng to let him come to rescue us?"

"If a fight really breaks out." Zhong Ziyu took a deep breath, his eyes cold: "I won't let him in."

Wei Chou cursed directly: "His life is life, my life is not life, then you come by yourself, why are you pulling me!"

Zhong Ziyu didn't answer. He quietly watched the only path from the front hall to the backyard, waiting for the movement inside.

Fu Zihan had just changed his clothes when he heard Leng Yi say that two people had come to the temple. He looked out through the crack of the door and his heart tightened. He blamed himself and said, "I have seen these two people in the black market. It's my fault. I was not alert and they followed me."

The little Taoist priest also entered the inner hall at this time and asked nervously, "Do you want to arrest them?"

Leng Yi hesitated for a moment and did not make a decision.

Fu Zihan said viciously, "It is better to kill the wrong person than to let him go." As he said that, he took the long knife from Leng Yi's waist and was about to go out.

Just then, the door of the Taoist temple was suddenly knocked.

The three people in the room suddenly changed their faces, and the little Taoist priest was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat: "Is there another accomplice?"

Leng Yi's eyes were cold, he took the long knife and said, "I will go, Fu Zihan, you stay, if something happens, go from the back."

"Brother Leng..."

Fu Zihan only had time to shout, and Leng Yi had already picked up the handle of the knife and walked to the front hall.

At this time, Zhong Ziyu also guessed that it was Yue Dansheng who knocked on the door, and hurried to open the door, but just as his hand touched the door handle, a long knife suddenly came from behind and stabbed straight at the back of his hand.

Fortunately, Wei Chou reacted quickly and pushed Zhong Ziyu away quickly, preventing him from getting hurt. At the same time, he turned around and fought with Leng Yi, who came with bad intentions.

One had a weapon, and the other did not. Wei Chou traveled the world and used medicine more than martial arts. He was obviously not Leng Yi's opponent. After three moves, his arm was pierced by the long knife.

At this time, the knock on the door outside sounded again.

Zhong Ziyu was about to open the door again, and Leng Yi stabbed him in the back with a knife.

"Be careful!" Wei Chou shouted and pulled Zhong Ziyu behind him.

But at this time, the positions of the three people changed again. Leng Yi was guarding the door, and Wei Chou and Zhong Ziyu were hiding in the yard.

Leng Yi was full of killing intent, and his knife was as fast as lightning. He didn't give anyone any chance to breathe. The blade was close to Wei Chou. After a few more moves, Wei Chou was overwhelmed and was cut by another blood mark.

But at this moment, the knocking on the door continued.

Wei Chou was furious and shouted at the door with gritted teeth: "Knock, knock, knock, knock, you are paralyzed, why don't you kick the door in! Can't you hear that I'm being beaten? Who has time to open the door for you!"

As soon as the voice fell, the knocking on the door stopped. Then, the three people who were fighting fiercely suddenly heard a "clang". Looking back, they saw that the door was really knocked open.

Outside the Taoist temple, there were four people standing at this time. The one in the front was slender, with a clear and handsome appearance, wearing a blue shirt, and was gentle and refined.

He opened his mouth with a curse word: "Wei Chou, who the hell are you cursing at? Say it again!"

Wei Chou, who had just narrowly avoided a knife, froze when he heard the voice. He looked out the door in astonishment. What he saw was indeed the lingering voice and smile of the tigress Liu Wei.

Wei Chou was so scared that he almost ran into Leng Yi's knife.