In less than two hours, Wu Zhiwen drove 365 kilometers and came to the door of the five-star Brilliant Hotel in Minnan City. It's really fast along the way, if it weren't for the Mercedes-Benz AMGG65, the average car might not be able to bear it!

Wu Zhiwen came directly to the front desk, stretched out his left hand, shook it, and said: "Police, I'm looking for these two people, which room are they in?" After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and called up the photos of the white-robed grandmaster and the driver, he used his mental power this time, and the receptionist at the front desk saw Wu Zhiwen holding the policeman's ID card in his hand, and immediately did not dare to slack off, and after a little identification, he found out the room where the ID cards of the two were registered. Although there are a lot of people in the hotel, the front desk is still more impressed by these two people, their momentum is different from ordinary people, obviously two big people.

"Oh, I'm sorry, these two people already checked out half an hour ago!" the front desk receptionist looked at the check-out record on the computer and said truthfully.

"Are there any people with them?" Wu Zhiwen asked again, pulling up a photo of Huang Fuzhen.

"No, there were only two of them together! I am sure that they were not traveling with this lady!" the front desk said affirmatively, looking at the photo.

Wu Zhiwen nodded, and then took Shangguan Qingya out of the hotel.

"What should we do now?" Shangguan Qingya couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"It's okay, let's go to the police station!" Wu Zhiwen drove directly to the Minnan City Public Security Bureau. Then he repeated the old trick and directly approached the director of the public security bureau, saying that he was an officer of the Ministry of State Security and needed to investigate the surveillance video of several criminals.

Shangguan Qingya once again saw Wu Zhiwen "seeing" the documents in his hand with his empty hands.

"It turns out that they arrived at Liuyun Temple?" Wu Zhiwen saw from the surveillance that the two actually drove to the door of a large temple, and looked at the location and the plaque on the gate, which turned out to be "Liuyun Temple".

"It is said that the masters of Liuyun Temple are like clouds, could it be that they are from Liuyun Temple?" Shangguan Qingya said worriedly.

Wu Zhiwen also learned from where the purple clothes are, the Liuyun Temple in Minnan City, the Tang and Song dynasties existed, there are thousands of years of history, it is said that the martial arts masters in the temple are numerous, the martial arts classics are broad and profound, although the reputation is not obvious in modern times, but the martial arts world knows that the Liuyun Temple is still the place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden, and the status of Mount Tai Beidou is unshakable. Liuyun Temple is only a dozen kilometers away from the city center, Wu Zhiwen immediately got out of the public security bureau and drove straight to Liuyun Temple.

However, he thought in his heart: "It seems that this group of people has been leading me to Liuyun Temple to see what the hell they are doing, let me go and see what level the masters of the world are!"

In less than twenty minutes, Wu Zhiwen's car had already driven in front of Liuyun Temple. This Liuyun Temple is located at the foot of a large mountain, but now the road is smooth, although it is in the dense forest, this road has also led to the gate of Liuyun Temple.

From a distance, this temple is magnificent, with a solemn bearing, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds float out of it, making people's hearts suddenly pure.

"It seems that there is still a bit of a doorway!" Wu Zhiwen nodded secretly, and immediately got out of the car and said loudly: "Please ask the temple host to come and speak, otherwise I will break in!"

Suddenly, the Sanskrit sound in the temple was quiet, and after a while, the mahogany lacquer gate opened, and eight monks in gray clothes walked out of it, put their hands together, and stood still on both sides of the gate, and another middle-aged monk in yellow clothes walked out slowly, bowed to Wu Zhiwen and said: "I don't know what the donor is here?

"I'm looking for these two people, he kidnapped my friends, please invite them out!" Wu Zhiwen turned on his mobile phone and showed the photo of the two white-robed grandmasters to the middle-aged monk.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged monk didn't look at his mobile phone photo, and immediately said with certainty: "Donor, these two people are not coming to this temple!"

"You can't be a liar, right? They came half an hour ago! You said he didn't come?" Wu Zhiwen suddenly became a little angry, if this monk looked at the photo and then said that he was not sure, it was also possible, after all, such a big temple, it was impossible to come to a single person he knew. But he didn't even look at the photos, and just said with certainty that these two people hadn't been here made people very suspicious!

"Amitabha, monks don't speak! I am a monk who knows the monastery, but I have an image of everyone who comes to the monastery, but I have never seen these two people!" said the middle-aged monk.

"Oh?" Wu Zhiwen's eyes narrowed, and he said: "I checked in the surveillance system of the police station twenty minutes ago, and these two people clearly entered your door! And they were greeted by you, and now you say that you have never seen them?" He stretched out his hand and pointed to the surveillance camera in front of the door and continued: "Although I didn't copy the photo, I also recognize that the person who opened the door to greet you in the camera is you!"

"The donor laughed, our temple does not accept incense from pilgrims, so there are very few visitors, don't say that twenty minutes ago, that is, for ten consecutive days, the temple door has not been opened!

"Okay, you don't want to tell the truth, right, then I'll break in and pull him out!" Wu Zhiwen saw that the monk was talking nonsense while talking nonsense with his eyes open, and he obviously saw from the police camera that these two people were invited in by him, and now he actually said that the temple door has not been opened for ten days, so he was immediately angry, this is obviously playing him as a fool.

So he strode out and slammed straight through the door.

The eight monks standing by the door immediately closed in the middle, trying to stop them. Although they had kung fu, they were not angry, Wu Zhiwen forced his way over, and these people fell to both sides before they had time to touch Wu Zhiwen.

Although this Zhike monk is already a small internal strength, and Han Sen is at the same level, but it is only equivalent to refining qi double, Wu Zhiwen was annoyed that he opened his eyes and said nonsense, and he was ruthless, and with one punch, he beat him to the point of spurting blood, and he fell to the ground.

"Donor, don't break into this temple!" Wu Zhiwen had not yet stepped into the temple gate, when suddenly a strong wind like a knife came to his face. This strong wind is very solid, as sharp as a real knife.

"Huh?" Wu Zhiwen suddenly judged that the person who came was a grandmaster, and with a shake of his feet, the second style of the Dayan Fist Method, "One to Elephant Three", suddenly made a move, and his fingers made a phantom, and greeted the palm of the person who came.

"It's amazing!" Seeing that Wu Zhiwen's fingers contained the deepest and highest mysteries, his palm suddenly changed, his palm was drawn to the wind, and his other hand turned into a claw and grabbed Wu Zhiwen's wrist.

"Hmph!" Wu Zhiwen secretly said in his heart: "Do you think you can break my Dayan Fist Technique in this way?" That is too simple!" His fingers flickered again, like meteor lightning, sneering, and dividing the other party's Hegu, Quchi, and Xuanji three acupoints.

"Ahh

The man screamed, hurriedly retreated, and suddenly his sleeves smacked, and he was torn by Wu Zhiwen. The moves of the two of them changed very quickly, Shangguan Qingya saw that the two of them were separated by a touch, and she couldn't see the two of them clearly, and after the person was defeated and retreated, she saw that the person was actually an old monk in gray.

At this time, the sleeves of the old monk's coat had been torn, and a large piece hung down, revealing a section of his arm, which looked very embarrassed.