Shen Xingwen smiled as he packed his luggage in his room, looking at Jing Wanyu: "Miss Jing is alone with the master in the courtyard, won't it be even more inconvenient?"

  Jing Wan'er looked at him: "Every day, there are monks guarding the inside and outside of the temple, and I don't live in the same house as you, sir."

  Shen Xingwen burst out laughing and picked up his luggage to move to another yard.

  It seems like this case is going nowhere and he also refuses to leave.

  Perhaps Shen Xingwen didn't have any ill intentions, but at this critical moment, the Temple of Reason cannot afford to take any risks.

  Jing Wantong felt a bit dry at night. Her window was not closed tightly.

  There is a white pigeon standing in the gap of the window, constantly making cooing sounds.

  The next moment, the pigeon was pierced by a sword and fell directly into the house from outside the window, its mutilated body under Jing Wanyan's bed.

  Jing Wan'er's eyes widened instantly, her breathing stagnated.

  Her house was adjacent to Pei Tan's, with an open window, a hint of blood wafting in.

  The room of Pei Tan was completely quiet.

  Jing Wan'er quickly got out of bed like a spinning wheel, and rushed to the door without even putting on her shoes. She pulled open the door latch, opened the door, and saw that Pei Tan's room was tightly closed.

  "Adult!"

  She rushed towards the door of the house.

  Before she could rush to the door, Pei Tan's door shook violently and the fragile two wooden boards cracked and flew apart.

  Pei Tan rushed out of the thick smoke, wearing the same clothes he had gone to bed in the night before. His long right hand grasped a long sword.

  He beckoned to Jing Wanyu: "Come inside!"

  Jing Wan'er didn't react in time and felt a flash before her eyes. From Pei Tan's room, another figure rushed out.

  In the dark, that person was all black, wearing night-traveling clothes. Jing Wanyan's face turned pale white. She didn't seem to be afraid like other women who would scream loudly; instead, she became more unable to make a sound as she grew more terrified.

  She saw a large iron hammer hovering in the air, swung from that person's hand towards Pei Tan's head.

  At that moment, Pei Tan drew his sword to block it, and a loud crashing sound was heard.

  It's enough to shock people's hearts out.

  Jing Wan'er saw that Pei Tan's hair was all scattered and his clothes were torn open with a big hole.

  Two people in the room seemed to have been entangled for a long time.

  But the black-clad killer missed his strike and turned around to rush out of the courtyard, as if he didn't want to fight.

  Bai Tan's reaction was astonishing, and he swiftly swung out his sword, chopping towards the assassin's ankle.

  The assassin tried to dodge quickly, but at this moment Pei Tan's sword had already wrapped around him.

  Jing Wanyi recognized the sword as belonging to Pei Shuaiwei, but she had no idea when it had fallen into Pei Tan's hands.

  If Pei Gongwei were here now, it wouldn't be Pei Tan who would take action.

  The assassin's martial arts were frighteningly high, obviously with the intention of killing. Each move was ruthless and venomous, the sword body was slender, as if it would be bitten off by an iron hammer at any time, but surprisingly, it didn't.

  Jing Wan'er surprisingly saw it despite being frightened.

  Now Pei Tan is entangled with this killer.

  His sword touched the man's mask several times, and he saw the man dodge away in fright, this happened several times, at this moment the killer seemed to be eager to leave the yard.

  Bai Tan's martial arts skills were clearly inferior to those of the assassin, so he was gambling with his life.

  From several confrontations, the assassin's iron hammer was already in front of Pei Tan, and there were reverse spikes on that hammer.

  Pei Tan hummed and let the blade pierce his skin, then raised his sword to strike the killer's face.

  The killer covered his own face and refused to let the mask fall off.

  The sky is no longer so dark.

  He was anxious.

  Tonight there were two major mistakes, he didn't think that the one who was supposed to be killed, Pei Si Gong, would not only be stronger than his appearance as a weak and gentle noble, but also have a weapon in hand.

  Secondly, although his own martial arts skills were still higher than Pei Tan's, Pei Tan was willing to risk his life in order to entangle him.

  Ordinary people don't even dare to die easily, what makes you, a precious young master, think you can.

  The assassin was enraged.

  He saw Jing Wanyu standing still by the door.

  Roaring like a beast.

  Jing Wan'er watched with wide eyes as the iron hammer came crashing down towards her.

  Her head was like a watermelon.

  Pei Tan rushed over: "Wan Er!"

  Jing Wan'er looked at the iron hammer and could still see Pei Tan's bloodstains on it. It wasn't that she didn't want to hide, but rather that she couldn't hide anymore.

  In a moment of desperation, Pei Tan threw out his own sword. The sword left his hand in an instant and swiftly struck the iron hammer in mid-air.

  The two collided, and the assassin stumbled backward several steps.

  But in his eyes, a sinister smile emerged.

  He didn't strike a second time, but instead quickly turned around to face Pei Tan, who was rushing towards him. Without a weapon, Pei Tan couldn't stop him at all. The iron hammer tried to kill again, and Pei Tan dodged it quickly. His chest clothes were torn apart, and the reverse spike of the hammer cut a new wound on his body.

  Then the killer ran away.

  It was just a matter of seconds before and after.

  Pei Tan half-knelt down, unable to make a sound due to the pain. Jing Yu'er rushed forward and hugged his body that was about to fall: "Sir!"

  ——

  There was no monk inside or outside the temple, and Jing Yuanyu also didn't know when the killer appeared in Pei Tan's room.

  Pei Tan lay on the bed, his wounds already bandaged by Jing Yuanyu, until the monks who had finished their early morning prayers appeared at the hour of the tiger.

  "Normally, there are monks guarding the temple at all times. Why was there not a single person last night?" Jing Wanyi asked a monk who appeared only after dawn broke, and that monk entered the courtyard to find it in disarray, his face filled with shock.

  Jing Wan'er couldn't help but feel that these monks were just pretending.

  Facing the inquiry, the monk furrowed his brow and said to Jing Wanyu, "Yesterday, the prince gave an urgent order to transfer all monks to his courtyard, so there is no one guarding this place." The monk's hesitation in speaking was because this was the inner courtyard of Qinglong Temple; whether or not someone was guarding it, wasn't it equally safe as iron?

  It just so happened that last night, their faces also had a nervous look.

  Jing Wan'er bit her lip.

  The king wants to transfer people away, can't it be that the assassin is also arranged by Li Xiuzhi.

  But Li Xiuyi came alone to Qinglong Temple, without even a single follower by his side.

  "The little monk went to invite a doctor from the temple and immediately came to treat Pei Si's injury." The little monk was about to hurry away.

  "Wait a minute."

  She stared at the monk.

  A moment later, Shen Xingwen reappeared in the yard he had just moved out of, carrying his own trunk.

  He saw the scene in the courtyard and exclaimed in surprise: "What happened last night?" When he entered the house and saw Pei Tan, his face changed even more, "Sir, what's wrong?"

  Pai Dian's appearance has already explained everything, and the wound on his chest is also the most serious one on his body.

  Jing Wan'er looked at Shen Xingwen, she couldn't believe anyone from Qinglong Temple anymore. In this situation, who else could she turn to besides this man?

  Shen Xingwen opened his box, furrowed his brow and said: "I only have some very basic topical medicine here, it's to prevent the blood of fresh corpses from flowing."

  Who still has the mood to listen to his explanation, "First give medicine to the adults..."

  "First get Shen some clean clothes."

  At first, everyone who came to the Da Li Temple didn't plan to stay for long, and no one brought any luggage. Jing Wanyu looked at him, probably only Shen Xingwen had packed his bags here.

  Shen Xingwen lowered his head and took the medicine: "Send someone to Shen's new residence to fetch it."

  Who else can be sent, Jing Wanyou herself found Shen Xingwen's room and brought over the luggage he had just packed.

  Shen Xingwen took a few pieces of clothing and tore them apart with a heavy heart, using them as bandages for Pei Tan's injuries.

  As Pei Tan wrapped up his package, Shen Xingwen didn't rub it in or make sarcastic remarks. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and his expression was unreadable.

  Jing Yuanyu walked into the courtyard, at this time those martial monks had arrived in large numbers, they looked at Jing Yuanyu with surprise.

  Jing Wantong had a feeling that the killer could only be the monk from the temple.

  These monks silently stared at her.

  The killer was escaping when it was almost dawn, so he was in such a hurry.

  At the first watch, the monk who did early lessons would appear. He wasn't afraid of being discovered by a few unarmed monks, but once all the monks got up for early lessons, he couldn't return to the middle and resume his monk identity, or he would be exposed.

  Jing Wantong heard her own heartbeat.

  She found a familiar face among the monks was missing, "Why didn't I see Master Xuantai?"

  The young monk lowered his eyes: "Master Xuantai went to the treasure hall to burn incense this morning."

  Jing Wanyi glanced at the monks in the courtyard, yesterday's large iron hammer weighed at least a hundred or so catties, even if it were people from the Martial Monastery, not everyone could wield it.

  Everyone here is not a killer.

  Jing Wan'er felt herself losing her usual calmness, she closed her eyes and didn't recover until after a while.

  That person's martial arts skills were extremely high.

  Only people of extremely high status can enter the Wu Seng Temple.

  Jing Wan'er looked at them again, her eyes narrowing slightly.

  "There is a plot to assassinate an official appointed by the imperial court within your temple. This matter must be accounted for by Qinglong Temple."

  The monk said: "We have already gone to inform the abbot and the various elders in the hall."

  There are three elders in the Wu Seng Temple. The oldest is about the same age as Master Xuanlian, while the other two are younger but no longer in their prime.

  Jing Wan'er herself didn't know about martial arts, but she also knew that the oldest age of the palace guards couldn't exceed forty years old.

  Humans can never reverse the physiological limit and cross over the barrier of aging.

  High martial arts skills, can't be too old, has a high status among the monks.

  The clues all linked up, and it seemed as if the person had already jumped out.

  "You're right," Jing Wanyu looked at the little monk who had just spoken, "I do want to see the abbot, and I also want him to call out all the martial monks from the entire temple."

  It seems they are going to confront each other to the end, and then a creaking door sound is heard from behind.

  Shen Xingwen expressionlessly opened the door and stood there, "The master is temporarily unharmed, but Shen's medicine can't hold out for several times. It's better for the master to return to Chang'an as soon as possible and summon an imperial physician for a diagnosis."

  Jing Wan'er heard this and immediately turned around to look at Shen Xingwen, "What does that mean?"

  Shen Xingwen said: "Adults' injuries involve the heart and lungs. If they are delayed and not treated, unclean foreign objects enter the lungs, Shen Mou will be helpless."