The night is deep.
There was no lamp in the room, but it was not completely dark.
The dilapidated window paper, which was already riddled with holes, did not hesitate to let the light from the row of red lanterns outside into the house. The light is not strong, but it is enough for people to see every corner of the room. And the bright red light of the fire, which flickered on and off, added a bit of warmth to the cold room for no reason.
This was originally a dilapidated Zen room. There was only a row of old Zen couches in the room. Except for a few dirty futons on the couch, there was nothing else.
This Zen room is obviously not used often, and no one cleans it often. Looking at the degree of dilapidation and the specially "reinforced" doors and windows, it cannot be inferred that its only purpose in recent days is to detain uninvited guests who break into the nunnery.
Ling'er couldn't help but sigh, and walked slowly towards Qi Yang, who was sitting leaning on the corner of the Zen couch.
Qi Yang closed his eyes and breathed slowly. But Ling'er knew he was awake. The wound medicine has not worn off yet, so he probably still can't sleep.
Ling'er lowered her gaze and saw the heavy and cold shackles clinging to his pale and bloodless left wrist hanging beside him. This made Ling'er's heart feel painful again.
Aware of Ling'er's approach, Qi Yang slowly opened his eyes and asked with his eyes.
Ling'er shook her head, sat down next to him, and whispered in his ear, "That man is still waiting outside."
Qi Yang nodded as usual, and Not a hint of disappointment or helplessness was revealed.
Ling'er, on the other hand, was very anxious. She blamed herself, "It's all my fault that I messed up a good plan."
"No girl did a good job," Qi Yang hurriedly corrected her. Ling'er, "Things went very smoothly"
"Smoothly" Ling'er was puzzled. Why does she feel that the worst outcome is now
"Well. Everything is under my control." Qi Yang said confidently.
Two hours ago.
Ling'er supported Qi Yang and knocked on the door of Longshan Nunnery.
As expected, someone soon came to answer the door.
There were two people who answered the door, both dressed as bhikshuni. One of them was holding a lamp with one hand on his chest. The other, a taller bhikshuni, had his hands clasped together and faced the two people outside the door. Bowing slightly, he said, "Amitabha."
Ling'er released his hand to support Qi Yang, clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Amitabha. Two masters, my brother and sister were lost in the mountains. , Seeing that the snow is about to fall, can you stay overnight at your nunnery?"
"It's so late." The tall fake bhikshuni looked at his companions as if embarrassed, and then said, "Okay then. Two benefactors, please come here."
Ling'er glanced at Brother Yang secretly and thought to herself, "Aren't they been waiting for us to come to our door? Could it be that they look so similar to each other after seeing their behavior and dress in Hard to Get? The nun in the nunnery. I really hope Brother Yang can make a mistake this time." Qi Yang gave Ling'er a look and asked her to find a chance to speak.
Ling'er tightened the rope that she had been secretly holding in her hand, somewhat reluctantly.
While hesitating, they had already followed the two fake bhikkhunis through the Heavenly King's Hall and headed towards the bell tower.
Seeing that Linger was reluctant to act, Qi Yang could only pull the rope to remind her.
Ling'er bit her lip. She didn't want to do those things to Brother Yang at all, even if it was just for fun. < /p>
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