After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

The next day, the prisoners slowly woke up at dawn.

They were half asleep, and it took them a while to realize that a whole night had passed so quietly.

Chifeng's face was as gloomy as water, and his heart full of doubts prompted him to urgently look for Murong Ling'er as soon as possible.

"Miss Murong, did anything unusual happen last night?"

Chifeng frowned, his tone full of uneasiness. He had never had such a deep sleep before, and now that he woke up, he felt something was wrong with his whole body.

Normally, even when he was tired, he would not sleep so deeply and unconsciously, so he walked out of the temple with full of doubts and went outside to check.

When he went around to the back of the temple, he found that some of the houses and buildings behind it had been burned down, leaving only ruins.

Chifeng was shocked and felt that this matter was extremely strange. He hurried back to the temple room, eager to get an answer from Murong Ling'er.

Murong Ling'er had no intention of hiding anything from him, not to mention that this experience was indeed extremely dangerous.

She looked solemn as she slowly recounted what happened last night.

It turns out that this seemingly solemn and dignified temple is actually a place of filth and dirt.

Those monks, under the guise of compassion, actually did unscrupulous things in secret and killed many innocent women.

As Qi Feng listened to Murong Ling'er's story, he felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

He could never have imagined that, although monks are said to be compassionate, the monks in this temple could be so dirty and filthy.

Thinking that if it weren't for Murong Ling'er's vigilance, their group would have been wiped out without realizing it, Chifeng's heart was filled with fear.

At this moment, Chifeng's face was filled with relief. He looked at Murong Ling'er and said gratefully, "Miss Murong, this time it's all thanks to you! You saved all of our lives again. If you hadn't noticed something was wrong, we would have all been in trouble."

Murong Ling'er shook her head slightly, not taking credit for it. Instead, she said seriously, "Captain Qi, please don't spread this matter. I suspect there's someone else behind Abbot Miaozhi's conspiracy. It's definitely not something a single person could pull off. This place is full of dangers, and we can't stay here any longer. We must leave as soon as possible."

Chifeng knew the pros and cons of this very well, and he didn't dare to stay here any longer!

So, without even having time to eat breakfast, he shouted at everyone to set off immediately.

Huo Shuixian and Chu Yinyin, who were always noisy, were frightened by last night's experience. They lost their usual liveliness and obediently packed their things, hoping to leave here quickly.

It just so happened that the heavy rain had stopped today, and the warm sunshine penetrated the clouds. Everyone's clothes that were soaked by the rain last night were now dry.

The prisoners, who were unaware of the situation, looked back at the temple with reluctance. They didn't understand why they had to leave in such a hurry.

Someone murmured quietly: "Why did they leave so suddenly when all was good? I was hoping to rest a little longer!"

But Chifeng's urging voice kept coming, so they had to suppress their doubts and move forward with difficulty on the muddy road, taking one deep step and one shallow step.

Murong Ling'er followed on the right side of the carriage, vigilantly observing the movements around her.

Chifeng was leading the way in the front, looking back from time to time to check on the team's situation.

Along the way, everyone was silent and the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

Only a few occasional complaints broke the oppressive silence.

Not long after the team left, a gorgeously decorated carriage slowly stopped at the foot of the moss-covered and rugged steps of Miaoyin Temple.

A gentle breeze blew by, and a slender hand like mutton-fat jade gently lifted the car curtain. A face half covered with a thin veil was faintly visible in the bright sunlight. The pair of beautiful eyes exposed outside were bright and seemed to be able to captivate people.

"Witch, this is where Elder Miaozhi is hiding now." Jingya, the witch's maid, spoke in a clear voice. She hurriedly got off the shaft of the carriage, walked quickly to the side of the carriage, and carefully helped Feiyu down.

Ever since Fei Yu tried to cast a curse on a powerful enemy but was attacked back, her body has suffered serious internal injuries and her vitality has been greatly damaged. Her face has been as pale as paper and bloodless.

In order to recover her former health as soon as possible, she forced herself to stay healthy and ordered those around her to do their best to find the tribe's elder Miaozhi.

It is rumored that Elder Miaozhi's unique ability to feed poisonous insects can cure the wounded in the shortest possible time and make them recover as before.

As soon as Fei Yu stood still, she couldn't wait to look up at the dilapidated temple before her. Her beautiful eyes were filled with contempt, and she sneered, "It's been many years since we last met. Miao Zhi has fallen to such a state. I remember he used to have some prestige in the clan, but now he's hiding in this obscure, overgrown temple. It's really sad."

"Witch, let's go in quickly!" Jingya looked anxious and hurriedly stopped Feiyu. Her eyes were full of worry, fearing that her usually arrogant nature would make her say something harsh and unpleasant and offend others.

After all, they are the ones who need help from others, so they must not anger others first.

"Humph!"

Fei Yu snorted coldly, twisted her slender waist like a willow, took light steps, then raised her foot and slowly stepped onto the bumpy and gravel-covered stairs and walked towards the temple gate.

The luxurious silk and satin on her body fluttered in the wind, seeming out of place in this shabby and desolate environment.

When they arrived at the tightly closed temple door, Jingya reached out and knocked gently.

The "bang bang bang" knocking sounds on the door seemed particularly loud in this eerily silent environment, breaking the tranquility of the surroundings. However, after knocking for a long time, no one answered. The empty echo seemed to be swallowed up by this deserted temple, without stirring up a ripple.

Jingya's brows were tightly furrowed, and there seemed to be a small "川" character between her eyebrows. The anxiety and confusion on her face were clearly visible. She rubbed her hands uneasily and approached the closed temple door again.

She looked carefully at the tightly closed temple door again. Most of the red paint on the door had peeled off, and the mottled marks were like tears left by time, revealing the rotten wood inside. The grain of the wood seemed to be telling stories of the past. The rusty door knocker was like a vicissitudes of life old man who had witnessed countless storms.

At this time, Feiyu's face became more and more ugly, so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out. Her originally beautiful eyes were now burning with anger, her lips were tightly pursed, and her chest was heaving violently with anger.

She couldn't help but yelled angrily, "This old man, is he putting on airs again? Has he forgotten his position in the clan? How audacious!"

Jingya was frightened by this sudden anger and trembled all over. She quickly said, "Calm down, witch. Perhaps Elder Miaozhi is deep in the temple practicing and is so focused that he didn't hear the knock. How about I speak louder?"

Feiyu waved his hand impatiently, as if he was driving away an annoying mosquito, with a look of annoyance and disgust on his face, and motioned Jingya to continue.

Jingya took a deep breath, as if mustering up courage, and with a determined heart, she knocked harder. Her hands turned slightly red from the force, and her voice rose a few degrees as she shouted with all her might, "Elder Miaozhi, the witch requests an audience!"

The sound traveled far in the silent environment, startling several birds resting on the branches. But even so, the temple door remained closed and there was no sign of response, which made Jingya and Feiyu's hearts even heavier.