He Lan Tianxia

Finally back at Anqiao Temple, the tranquility of the temple made the excited Murong Junlan realize that something seemed amiss. He cautiously led Yan'er into the temple.

Where are they? The ground is spotless, and there don't seem to be any signs of a fight. How could so many people have suddenly vanished into thin air?

Only then did Murong Junlan recall the old pine tree spirit's anxious face. He remembered the old pine tree spirit's words, "The abbot has been captured." No, the abbot... could it be that abbot? He hurriedly led Yan'er to Xieyang Cave. There were no signs of a struggle inside, but the cave was also empty, without a single person in sight.

Murong Junlan panicked. He didn't know what had happened, but at this moment he regretted it. He regretted that he should have rushed back when the old pine tree spirit told him that something had happened. Had he underestimated the abbot's strength or overestimated Jiang Heluo Xie and the others' skills? And what about Xiao Yezi? He had secretly decided that she would be the future successor of Anqiao Temple. Surely she wouldn't disappoint him too?

Murong Junlan, holding Yan'er's hand, checked each monk's room, but couldn't find a single person, and couldn't even smell their presence.

"Your Highness, where are they?" Yan'er noticed the anxiety on Murong Junlan's brow. "Why don't we split up and go look for them?"

After Yan'er finished speaking, she turned her head and started to walk. Murong Junlan was so frightened that he stretched out his long arm and pulled Yan'er into his arms with force. He could feel his heart pounding powerfully. He, who had been through many battles, seemed to have never felt so lost and helpless. He could not let his beloved concubine suffer any mishap. He could not bear any unknown risks.

"Don't leave me, this place is too eerie." Murong Junlan hugged Yan'er tightly.

Although Yan'er didn't remember who Murong Junlan was, after spending some time with him, she seemed to dislike him less. The situation was right in front of her, and she wasn't stupid; to be honest, she was a little scared at the moment. But seeing his helplessness just now had suddenly given her a bit of courage.

So, Murong Junlan led Yan'er on a thorough search of the Dark Woodcutter Temple, but found no one. Murong Junlan pondered to himself, "Could it be a trick like with the Great Strange Tree? To make such a capable group of people disappear without a trace, even the abbot couldn't do it alone. Could that woman have come again?"

Thinking of the white-haired woman, Murong Junlan's cold and handsome face grew even colder. At the same time, Murong Junlan remembered something Xiao Yezi had said:

"Big brother, the area under the outhouse isn't necessarily a latrine; it might be a place you wouldn't expect."

"Follow me." Murong Junlan pulled up Yan'er, who was looking around curiously, and walked forward without hesitation.

"Where are we going?" Yan'er felt that she had just been here once, so why was she here again?

"Go to the outhouse." Murong Junlan was so engrossed in the world below the outhouse that he didn't notice anything unusual about Yan'er.

"That's not very convenient," Yan'er said firmly, "Well, Your Highness, you can go by yourself."

Murong Junlan looked at Yan'er's awkward expression and finally realized what was embarrassing. He chuckled, offered no explanation, and continued to hold Yan'er's hand as they hurried towards the outhouse.

"I never imagined that Your Highness was such a despicable person." Yan'er was anxious and punched Murong Junlan on the shoulder.

"My beloved concubine, there's a hidden world beneath the toilet," Murong Junlan said earnestly, catching Yan'er's small fist with one hand.

Yan'er turned her hand and placed her palm on Prince Murong's forehead. He didn't have a fever.