Chapter 660 The Old Monk Was Sent Back

When the village head was taken to the county government office, he was full of anxiety and doubt.

He looked at the county magistrate blankly and asked stutteringly: "County, county magistrate, what is going on?"

The county magistrate's face was terribly gloomy. He shook his sleeves fiercely and shouted angrily: "Humph! You dare to ask!"

Then he waved to the yamen runners on both sides, "All of you retreat!"

The yamen runners retreated quickly and well-trained, and only the county magistrate and the village head were left in the hall.

The county magistrate's eyes widened, his face full of anger, staring at the village head, gnashing his teeth and asking: "Do you know who is the person who meddles in your business?"

The village head was frightened by the county magistrate's appearance, and tremblingly answered: "Little, little I don't know."

The county magistrate slammed the table and shouted loudly: "That's the prime minister!"

When the village head heard this, his eyes almost popped out, his mouth opened wide, his face was full of fear, his body involuntarily stepped back two steps, and he secretly complained in his heart: "Oh my God, is it true? How did I provoke the prime minister!"

The village head stood there, and suddenly the scene of dealing with Xi Yu flashed through his mind like lightning.

The majesty in his gestures and the unique temperament, no wonder he felt so aura at the beginning. Thinking about it.

The village head's body began to tremble involuntarily, and his teeth couldn't help but chatter.

His lips trembled, and he asked the county magistrate in a trembling voice: "Sir, what should we do?"

The county magistrate was also pale at this time, staring at the head of the village in exasperation, and shouted loudly: "What should we do? You still ask me what to do? You caused such a big disaster, and this time it also hurt me badly! I was just going to ask you what to do!"

As he said this, the county magistrate paced back and forth in the hall anxiously, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

The village head was horrified, his eyes were full of panic and helplessness, and he cried, "My Lord, I really didn't know that it was the Prime Minister. I know I was wrong, please save me!"

The county magistrate stopped, glared at the village head fiercely, and sighed helplessly, his eyes full of despair and confusion, muttering to himself, "What should I do now, what should I do..."

The village head's face turned pale in an instant, his legs softened, and he knelt down to the county magistrate with a "thump", crying, "My Lord, please save me!"

The county magistrate raised his foot and kicked him fiercely, his eyes wide open, viciously Said: "Get up! Now you must take all the blame on yourself!"

The village head widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and trembled and said: "My lord, you are going to make me a scapegoat!"

The county magistrate snorted coldly, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and said: "Humph, there is nothing we can do about it! If you don't agree, then not only you, but also your family will be in trouble! As long as you agree, I promise to protect your family and take good care of them!"

The village head's face was full of despair and pain, tears rolled in his eyes, he opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, just stared at the county magistrate blankly.

After a long while, the village head uttered a sad sob, and said in a crying voice: "My lord, I...I agree, woo woo..."

After that, he collapsed on the ground crying.

The county magistrate frowned at his appearance and said impatiently: "Okay, stop crying and deal with the matter for me!"

While the county magistrate and the village head were talking, a dark shadow was quietly lurking in the corner and heard their conversation clearly.

After the secret guard finished listening, his figure flashed and disappeared like a ghost.

Not long after, he came to Xi Yu, knelt on one knee, and respectfully reported: "Prime Minister, the county magistrate and the village head are talking..."

Xi Yu looked calm, with a barely noticeable arc at the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Oh? It's just as I expected."

His eyes were deep and sharp, as if everything was under control.

The secret guard raised his head slightly and asked curiously: "Prime Minister, did you know they would do this?"

Xi Yu smiled lightly, a glimmer of wisdom flashed in his eyes, and he said leisurely: "Humph, how could I not know their thoughts and methods. From the beginning, I guessed that they would act like this."

He raised his head slightly, his expression confident and calm.

Then he waved his hand and said: "Keep watching them and see what tricks they can come up with."

The secret guard responded and quickly left to perform his mission.

The head of the village was taken into the prison by the yamen runners with a dejected look, and the county magistrate came to Xi Yu in fear and trepidation.

The county magistrate bowed his body and asked flatteringly: "Prime Minister, do you think we can go out now?"

Xi Yu looked indifferent and nodded slightly.

The head of the village looked at Xi Yu from the small window of the cell. His face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of regret and fear.

Xiyu walked out with Tuoba Yu expressionlessly, and Tuoba Yu also had a trace of relief on his face.

The county magistrate hurriedly followed behind, smiling and saying, "Mr. Prime Minister, I have arranged a place for you and your wife to live, which is absolutely comfortable. In addition, the village head will be tried tomorrow, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

Xiyu did not speak, but just walked forward, and the county magistrate followed closely, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

The county magistrate hurried back to his residence. As soon as he entered the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe his forehead, and found that his clothes were almost soaked.

He frowned and shouted impatiently: "Come quickly, change my clothes!"

The servants on the side hurried forward and hurriedly changed the wet clothes for the county magistrate.

At this time, the county magistrate's wife also walked over quickly. There was no arrogance on her face in the past, but with an eager and good temper, she came to the county magistrate, grabbed his arm tightly, and asked vigorously: "Tell me, how is the matter?"

The county magistrate sat tiredly on the chair, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then slowly said: "Madam, don't worry, the village head will take all the responsibilities."

When he said this, a trace of relief and relaxation flashed in his eyes.

When the lady heard this, her eyes lit up and she asked, "Really? That's great! There shouldn't be any problems after that, right?"

Her face was full of expectation, and her eyes were fixed on the county magistrate, as if she wanted to see more information from his face.

The county magistrate frowned and said uncertainly, "It should...it shouldn't be a big problem, as long as there is no problem with the head of the village."

After that, he sighed again and leaned back in his chair, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.

The joy on the lady's face gradually faded, and she became worried again. She frowned tightly and said anxiously, "What if the head of the village doesn't agree to it? And even if he agrees now, what if he regrets it at the last minute?"

When the county magistrate heard this, his face, which had just relaxed, instantly became cold again.

His facial features seemed to be distorted, his face became very ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Hmph! If he dares not to agree or regrets at the last minute, I will kill all the family members of the village head! No one will be spared!"

There was a fierce light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat people.

The wife was frightened by the appearance of the county magistrate, and unconsciously took a step back, stammering: "Don't be so fierce."

The county magistrate panted and said viciously: "Hmph, at this critical moment, there must be no mistakes, otherwise we will all be finished!"

After saying that, his eyes were still fixed on the front, as if he was planning something terrible.

It was late at night, the county magistrate and his wife were lying in bed, but this night, the county magistrate and his wife tossed and turned, and could not rest at all.

Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, tightly grasped the county magistrate's hand, her eyes slightly red, and said in a trembling voice: "Husband..."

The county magistrate was startled by her sudden action, looked at her blankly, frowned and asked: "Madam, what's wrong with you?"

Madam's eyes were full of panic and worry, her lips trembled slightly, and she said anxiously: "Husband, I am indeed very strict with you on weekdays, but...but I love you in my heart, I really love you. I am afraid, afraid of losing you."

When she said this, tears rolled in her eyes and her face was full of fear.

The county magistrate looked at his wife like this, and he couldn't help but feel touched. He reached out and patted his wife's hand gently, saying softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

But the wife still held his hand tightly and refused to let go, crying: "I am really scared, husband, I don't want to lose you."

Her eyes were full of attachment and reluctance, as if the county magistrate would disappear from her sight at any time.

He comforted her softly: "Don't panic, don't panic, your husband will be fine, we will definitely get through this difficult time."

The wife leaned in the arms of the county magistrate, sobbing slightly.

"Husband, I really regret being so harsh on you on weekdays, always making many demands on you, and often losing my temper. I really know I was wrong."

Her face was full of regret and self-blame, and her eyes were dim.

The county magistrate gently stroked the lady's hair and said in a soft tone: "Madam, don't say these silly words anymore. I know how you feel about me. What happened in the past is nothing, it's all in the past."

The lady raised her head, looked at the county magistrate with tears in her eyes, and said with a sob: "Husband, I will treat you well in the future and never be willful again. I really can't live without you."

The county magistrate looked at the pitiful appearance of the lady, and his heart was full of pity. He nodded and said: "Okay, madam, your husband believes you."

The county magistrate felt that the lady was like a different person. He couldn't believe his eyes.

The lady was a little relieved and snuggled up to the county magistrate, as if she could find a sense of security in this way.

The county magistrate also hugged the lady tightly. In this quiet night, the hearts of both of them were full of attachment to each other and worries about the future.

On the other side, Xi Yu and Tuoba Yu settled down in the residence arranged by the county magistrate.

Tuoba Yu frowned, fanning her nose with her hands, and said with disgust: "Oh, the smell in this cell is too strong, I have to take a shower quickly." As she said that, she began to prepare to fetch water.

Then, she looked at Xi Yu who was standing beside her, and said like a spoiled child: "Husband, you watch here for me."

Xi Yu shook his head helplessly, but there was a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth.

He put his hands behind his back, walked slowly to the door, looked up at the stars in the night sky, his eyes were far away and deep, and he whispered: "Okay, hurry up."

He stood there quietly, his figure looked lonely and tall under the moonlight.

After a while, Tuoba Yu came out of the bath refreshed.

While wiping her hair with a towel, she walked to Xi Yu and asked: "Husband, do you want to take a bath too?"

Xi Yu still looked at the starry sky, shook his head gently, and said in a flat voice: "No, I'm fine."

Tuoba Yu shrugged, said nothing more, and casually put the towel aside.

Then the two of them found a place to rest.

Tuoba Yu quickly lay down and closed his eyes, and soon he could hear the sound of even breathing.

And Xi Yu sat quietly on the chair, slightly closed his eyes, seemingly resting, but I don't know what he was thinking in his mind.

Under the faint moonlight, his face looked particularly peaceful and mysterious.

On the other side, in the dim temple, the candlelight flickered.

Several black-clad assassins came in with the old monk's body, their footsteps were particularly clear in the silent temple.

Wuyou was standing in front of the Buddha statue. When he heard the noise, he turned around with a look of surprise on his face.

One of the assassins said coldly: "The old monk committed suicide because of shame. We sent his body back to you."

The assassin also told him what happened that year.

Wuyou widened his eyes, his face full of astonishment, his mouth slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, "This... How is this possible..."

The assassins didn't say anything more. After putting the body down, they left as quickly as they came.

Only Wuyou was left standing there blankly, looking at the old monk's body, his eyes full of confusion and disbelief.

His body trembled slightly, as if he had not recovered from this huge shock.

After a long time, he slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the old monk's face. His eyes gradually turned red, and he murmured: "Abbot... How could this happen..."

After Ouyang Linlin learned the news of the old monk's death, she hurried to the Zen room and found Wuyou standing beside the old monk's body.

She walked to Wuyou with a concerned face, gently held his hand, and said softly: "Wuyou, don't be too sad." Her eyes were full of heartache and pity, and her brows were slightly wrinkled.

Wuyou raised his head, his eyes were empty, and murmured: "Donor, the abbot... just left like this."

After a while, Ouyang Linlin saw that Wuyou had calmed down a little, so she got up and returned to her room.

As soon as she entered the room, Xiaohong came up impatiently and asked anxiously, "Miss, how did the old monk die?"

Ouyang Linlin sighed and said slowly, "I heard that he committed suicide because he did something shameful."

When she said this, her face was solemn and full of emotion.

Xiaohong opened her mouth in surprise, "Ah? Shameful things? I didn't expect the old monk would..." She shook her head, her face full of incredible expressions.

Ouyang Linlin looked at Xiaohong seriously, frowned slightly and said, "Xiaohong, don't talk about it casually, it's someone else's business, and it has nothing to do with us." There was a trace of majesty in her eyes, and her expression was very serious.

Xiaohong listened, nodded quickly, and responded obediently, "Yes, Miss, I know."

She lowered her head, a look of knowing her fault appeared on her face, and her hands fiddled with the corners of her clothes unconsciously.

Seeing Xiaohong's look, Ouyang Linlin softened her tone and continued, "We should just do our own things and not meddle in other people's business."

Xiaohong nodded vigorously again, looked up at Ouyang Linlin, and said firmly, "Don't worry, miss, I won't talk nonsense anymore, I will definitely listen to you." After that, she showed a well-behaved smile on her face.

It was late at night, Ouyang Linlin was lying on the bed, but she was tossing and turning, and she had no sleep.

She opened her eyes and looked at the dark ceiling, feeling very upset. She sighed softly and murmured to herself, "Alas, I'm afraid I can't sleep tonight."

Her mind involuntarily reappeared the figure of Xiyu, his handsome face and upright figure.

Her eyes became a little resentful, her brows slightly frowned, and she said softly, "Xiyu... I really envy Tuoba Yu for being able to stay with him, but I don't have such treatment."

As she said that, her eyes were slightly red, revealing a trace of sadness.

She bit her lip, her face full of helplessness and melancholy, "Why can't I..."

She turned over, still unable to sleep, the sorrow in her heart was like a tide, constantly surging.

In the Zen room of the temple, the candlelight flickered.

Wuyou looked sad, his eyes slightly red, and sat with several monks.

Wuyou said heavily: "Fellow brothers, let's start preparing for Master's funeral tomorrow."

His voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were full of pain, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

One of the monks slammed the table, stood up, and said with wide eyes: "No! We can't just let it go! We can't listen to the one-sided words of those assassins! Master can't just die in such an unclear way, we should take revenge!"

His face was full of anger and unwillingness, his hands were tightly clenched, and his body was slightly trembling because of excitement.

Another monk also echoed: "Yes, Brother Wuyou, we can't give up so easily. We must find out the truth and avenge our master!" His expression was serious and his eyes were firm.

Wuyou raised his head and looked at his excited brothers. He sighed and said slowly: "But how can we take revenge? We don't even know who the other party is..." (End of this chapter)