Chapter 74

The young monk knew this man and knew that he was an adult of the Qingtian division stationed in Chaonan city. He got up and saluted.

The middle-aged man, surnamed Shi FengChen, is an important figure in the Qing Dynasty. Now he is in charge of the affairs related to Yiying practice in chaonancheng.

Shi FengChen saluted the young monk, then turned to the old monk and said respectfully, "I've seen you, master."

Most of the officials of the Qingtian division are practitioners or have a religious background, and Shi FengChen is no exception.

According to the sect's generation, he should call the old monk shishuzu, but after all, he has an official position, which is quite inconvenient. It's more appropriate to call him a master.

The old monk said gently, "what's the matter with Lord Shi?"

Shi FengChen said with a wry smile, "the good teacher learned that two things happened in the south facing city today. One broke into the city and the other killed. They were all done by practitioners."

The old monk asked, "does this have anything to do with us?"

The temple gate has been closed, and the dialogue is not likely to be heard by outsiders. Shi FengChen directly said, "the people of Sandu sect are dead."

The young monk was shocked at the speech and looked at the old monk.

Shi FengChen continued: "it is the people who want to get calming borneol in Baoshu Curie."

The old monk's face showed a compassionate look and said, "I don't know where the remains of those Taoist friends are? The old monk wants to read a passage of the Sutra of death to see him off. "

Shi FengChen said with a wry smile, "all the bodies have been burned to ashes. The person who started it is very cold."

The old monk said, "do you doubt me and my nephew?"

"Where did this come from?"

Shi FengChen pretended to be unhappy and said, "who in the world dares to doubt the great virtue of Guocheng temple?"

The young monk thought, if it weren't for the calming borneol, the people of Sandu sect died, why did you come to us?

"The calming borneol was finally won by two people in room xuanzi B."

Shi FengChen looked at the young monk and asked sincerely, "little master, do you know the origin of those two people?"

The young monk looked slightly cold. Thinking about the killing intention hidden in the sword light that sent medicine into the temple, he had guessed the truth of the matter.

At this time, the old monk suddenly said, "are they two?"

"Yes, the two men were covered with grey cloth, and the steward of baoshuju couldn't see their true faces."

Shi FengChen still looked at the young monk, smiled and said, "I don't know if little master has seen them."

At this time, the young monk has determined that the Taoist friend of Qingshan sect should be the one who sent medicine to kill. Of course, he doesn't want to say, but as a monk

"Don't say." The old monk suddenly said.

Shi FengChen was stunned when he heard the speech. He thought, is this playing the leading role.

The young monk swallowed what he was about to say and looked uneasily at his martial uncle.

He suddenly found that the box containing calming borneol was missing. He didn't know where it was hidden by his martial uncle.

"Sin, sin."

The old monk glanced at the young monk, then turned to Shi FengChen and said, "my martial nephew is practicing closed mouth Zen."

Shi FengChen looked suddenly enlightened.

"We really don't know who those two people are."

The old monk said, "sorry, I can't provide clues for adults."

Shi FengChen smiled bitterly. Knowing that there was a problem, he dared not ask any more. He bowed to the ground and went out of the temple door.

When the sound outside the temple gradually stopped, the young monk breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground.

The old monk sighed and said, "I hope this matter will not bring trouble to Taoist friends."

The young monk wanted to talk and thought about what the elder martial uncle had just told him. He shut his mouth and didn't cry. He looked very worried.

The old monk understood what he meant and said, "you shut up and practice first. When will you leave Chaonan city?"

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Late at night, hongmaozhai was closed.

In the hotel not far away, in room Tianzi a, Zhao Layue sat cross legged on the ground, meditating and nourishing her Qi. The Fu Si sword hung over her head and turned slowly.

Well nine has come to the South outside the city and reached the middle of the Tongtian bridge, which is the highest place.

The starlight illuminates the river, and the surging trend is not reduced, which is even more dangerous.

Jing Jiu took back his sword knowledge and jumped down directly. A splash of water splashed on the river and soon disappeared without attracting any attention.

The river is extremely turbid and worth the night. It can't see things at all, but it can't cover Jing Jiu's eyes.

After sneaking in the fast and cold water for a long time, he came to a remote corner deep in the cliffs in the middle of the river.

The river here has become much smoother, but it is under great pressure and extremely cold. Even the strong Kendo without Zhang can't stay here for too long. If he's not special, he can't dive so deep to find the ghost dace.

The ghost dace is dead.

The ghost eye dace is huge. Its body is three stories high. Its front foot is like a fin. Its skin is smooth and its color is dark. It is embedded in the depths of the cliff and integrated with the surrounding environment. It is like the most common rock. It is really very difficult to find. No wonder the disciples of Qingshan sect have never found the body.

Jing Jiu floated to the body of Guimu dace and found that its neck and head were full of sword wounds. His eyes were closed and covered with blue blood. He was not washed away by the river. It seems that he should have been hurt by the flying sword of green mountain disciples. The injury of those eyes was more like some kind of flying Taoism“ Sure enough, he was raised. " Jing Jiu's eyes fell on two iron chains and thought silently. The two chains tightly tied the back of the ghost eye dace, and the other end should be in the deepest part of the cave. Wandering in the dark river, Jing Jiu looked around the huge body of Guimu dace. There was no new discovery except those sword wounds. He took off the iron sword and stabbed it at the head of the ghost eye dace. Unexpectedly, the tip of the sword slipped and deviated. It is worthy of being a legendary demon from the abyss and swimming across the West Sea. Even if he dies, his skin is still stronger than steel, which can not be cut by an ordinary flying sword. The iron sword of Jing Jiu comes from Moxian master of Shiyue peak. Although it is not a famous sword, it is also unusual, but it is not sharp enough. The dark river vibrated slightly. If someone could listen to the sound under the water, he should be able to hear the buzzing of bees. It was the trembling of the silver bracelet on his hand. Well nine ignored, floated to the ghost eye dace, and his right hand fell. A straight and clear crack appeared on the tough skin of ghost eye dace, and then opened more and more until the intima and cartilage were seen. With a soft noise, Jing Jiu tore the cartilage on the head of the ghost dace with both hands. Looking at the empty Dan room above the head of Guimu dace, he thought that the demon Dan was really gone. As a result, when Liu was ten years old, he was hot, the snow melted, and he was unconscious for a long time... All kinds of visions had the answer. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.