Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Well, she forgot.

What to do, she seems to have raised Shard as her son...

In addition, Fragment is a young monk, and his status as a monk does not allow him to be tempted.

Hey, there is no way, the big deal...Tie the pieces back secretly.

The carriage drove for about an hour when the system sound suddenly sounded.

[Alarm: The host immediately returns to Jingyuan Temple to rescue the fragments. 】

Feng Qian was puzzled, what happened?

The girl yelled "Stop" while being puzzled.

The carriage also stopped.

Before Feng Qian had time to explain, he jumped off the carriage and ran towards Jingyuan Temple.

"Hey, princess?"

Yue'er chased after a few steps, then stopped again.

She was a little flustered, and quickly turned back to report to the Queen Mother.

The queen mother in the carriage frowned when she heard Yue'er's voice, and ordered in a deep voice: "Stop here for now, and then send a few people to chase after the eldest princess."

Yue'er takes the order and arranges it.

the other side.

The quiet Jingyuan Temple quietly set off a bloody storm.

The old monk found Wangchen in the back mountain, he walked over quickly, and stuffed a bundle into the young monk's hand.

"Uncle Huikong?"

Wangchen raised his eyes in astonishment, the old monk in front of him had a dignified expression on his face, and his tone was a little more serious, without his usual calmness.

"Wang Chen, take this bag and hurry down from the path behind the mountain."

Wangchen looked down at the bundle in his hand, he could hear the abnormality in Master Huikong's words.

so……

"What happened?"

The old monk said succinctly: "There are thieves slaughtering the temple, you should leave quickly, or you will be doomed."

Wangchen was stunned, and he pursed his lips.

"Forget the dust and never leave."

The old monk was also taken aback, and he advised, "Your wisdom roots are very good. If you escape from here, there are other places to settle down. You are still young, and you should not die as a family of Buddhist temples all over the world."

Wangchen lowered his eyes, "Uncle Huikong, will you go together?"

The old monk shook his head.

"I'm already a person who has half of his body buried in the loess, and he also has feelings for this Jingyuan Temple. This disaster may have been guided by the heavens and summoned by the Buddha. Wangchen, you are not destined to be here with me, so you shouldn't be here with me."

"In that package, you were sent to Jingyuan Temple. It may be related to your life experience. If you want to return to secular life, you can find your family with tokens. Time is running out, you go down the mountain quickly." .”

The old monk frowned, looked towards the entrance of the back mountain, and his expression became more serious.

"Uncle Huikong, forget the dust and don't leave."

The little monk solemnly stated his decision.

For fourteen years, he grew up in Jingyuan Temple, and his brothers and uncles took good care of him since he was a child.

It is unkind to choose to leave at this time.

It's just... When making this decision, the girl's face appeared in Wangchen's mind again.

He lowered his eyelashes.

It seems that there will be no chance to see them again in the future.

A man in black broke into the back mountain. After seeing the monk over there, the man approached slowly with a dagger in his hand.

the other side.

When Feng Qian arrived at Jingyuan Temple, it was deathly silent.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

From the moment I stepped into the front yard, there were monks' corpses lying on the ground.

The blood temperature has not yet dissipated, and the sad Bianhua bloomed on the cold ground.

The Jingyuan Temple, which has always been sacred and solemn, is shrouded in a layer of death at this moment.

Feng Qian had a dignified expression.

"Where are the fragments?"

"The back mountain."

The girl hurried towards the back mountain.

On the way, a man in black stabbed with a long sword.

Feng Qian raised her hand and clamped the tip of the opponent's sword with her fingertips. Instead of breaking it, she exerted a little force to force the opponent to let go.