In the afternoon, Long Qingyu had nothing to do, so he took a walk in the courtyard of the wing room where he was.

The scenery in the courtyard is not very special, as long as a few stone walls, the stone walls are carved with some lifelike Buddha statues, and there are neatly arranged handwriting on one side, which looks like Liu Gongquan's font from a distance.

"The heart is an inkstone, not empty and dissatisfied. The eye is a piece of sky, neither extravagant nor greedy. The word is a plate, not greasy and not light. The deep plum flowers are late, and the scattered phantoms are cold. Who smeared incense and got drunk, and Zen lingered in red sandalwood smoke. ”

For the words on the stone wall, Long Qingyu couldn't be clearer, he has been familiar with the scriptures since he was a child, and he is full of charm when he reads it sentence by sentence.

"Heaven and earth have rulers, and people have degrees!"

An elegant warbler sound came from the whisk, and the figure of Xue Rubing beside Long Qingyu was still standing tall.

Dotted lips, red and glamorous, skin like clotted fat, as round as mutton fat jade, wearing a light blue dress, a lilac ribbon around the waist tied into a butterfly shape, the skirt fluttered slightly, the slender figure is undoubtedly highlighted, making people feel beautiful.

"Bing'er!"

"Long Shao, although there are fewer flowers here, it is extraordinarily calm, and the heart is also peaceful. Xue Rubing said elegantly.

Just when the two of them were talking to each other, the little monk walked in from outside the courtyard, saw the two of them talking and laughing in front of the stone wall, made a Buddha salute with one hand, and muttered to himself in a voice that he could only hear, "Amitabha!"

"Ahem, ahem!"

The two of them who were talking and laughing stopped talking, and Long Qingyu looked at the person who came and said, "Qianxiang, is it ......." ”

"Well, Master has agreed, let me take you over to see. Long Qingyu's words were not finished, and the little monk of Qianxiang rushed to say.

"Then thank you, little monk Qianxiang. Long Qingyu then said warmly to Xue Rubing, "Bing'er, you and Ning Er can walk around here first, or you can go to the Buddha Hall." ”

Xue Rubing nodded when she heard this, signaling Long Shao to rest assured.

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The little monk of Qianxiang originally wanted to lead Long Qingyu directly to the meditation room where Master Wanxiang was, but he couldn't resist Long Qingyu to visit his master first, and the reason was reasonable.

And after the martial arts conference, the relationship with the little monk Qianxiang can also be said to be a gentleman's friend.

visited Master Wankong, and the three of them chattered, and Master Wankong treated Long Qingyu very differently. In the Arsenal Martial Arts Conference, he has long paid attention to Long Qingyu, amazing martial arts, even the peerless sword also took the initiative to recognize the master, he doesn't think that the character of the person who recognizes the master of the sword will be poor, and it should be very good.

After the two of them walked out, the little monk looked at Long Qingyu's eyes shining.

"Why do you look at me like that, Qianxiang. Long Qingyu looked at the little monk with suspicion and said, he didn't think that this little monk had any special habits, a monk.

"My master has praised you a lot! I, as a disciple, am very envious!" said the little monk with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Aren't you Buddhists not greedy for vanity!" Long Qingyu suddenly teased.

"Amitabha! Buddhism pays attention to the purity of the six roots, jealousy and hatred of one, and I will not envy and hate!"

"Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

Both of them laughed, Long Qingyu still said with a light smile, "It's me who looks good, monks are also people, and all living beings are also people." ”

While speaking, the two of them have come to the outside of the meditation room of Master Wanxiang, outside the meditation room is a rather large window bright and clean, scattered Yuyu Qiong Building, flying eaves and corners, Biwa Zhu Yong.

"Little Uncle"

"Little Uncle"

Qianxiang has a very high seniority, and some monks who come in and out want to call him a little uncle, and Qianxiang does not hold up the shelf of the elders, but responds accordingly. This also gave Long Qingyu a new understanding of the little monk of Qianxiang, not to mention the superb Buddhism, and he was generous.

Walking into the meditation room of Master Wanxiang, a strong sandalwood fragrance came to the face, and then looked at the antique decorations all around, a delicate and simple futon on the ground, and the table opposite the futon was placed with prayer beads and wooden fish.

Master Wanxiang's body is not here, but parked in a special room, but there are still some traces here, everything in the house before Master Wanxiang died has not been repaired, and there are no obvious traces left by any weapons in the house.

"Brother Long, just take a look. The little monk said very casually.

"Good!"

Long Qingyu said hello, as if he had forgotten the existence of the little monk, he looked everywhere by himself, and squatted down to take a closer look at the suspicious places, the futon, the table, or the wooden fish on it were all looked at, it took almost an hour, and he still found nothing, and his body couldn't help but stand for a moment, shook his head, and found nothing.

"Brother Long is fine, the deacons of the temple before didn't find any clues. Qianxiang little monk Sword Dragon Qingyu shook his head and said indifferently.

"Well," Long Qingyu replied in a misty voice, but he was saying in his heart, no matter how carefully a person does, there will always be negligence, this is a thought that he is convinced of.

I looked at the walls all around, but I didn't see the ground under my feet, so Long Qingyu touched the ground everywhere for a long time and still didn't find anything, no, there was another place missing, the bottom of the futon.

Long Qingyu gently moved the futon, there was still nothing under the futon, but he didn't give up, what the Wangwu faction saw gave him a new understanding.

I saw him touch the edge of the futon with his hand, and slowly touched the position of the center of the futon, when the palm came to the center of the position, the palm of the hand was slightly forced, and the surface of the center immediately concave, and the ground powder finer than the fine sand was immediately revealed, and with Long Qingyu's cleaning, a clear palm stood out.

The little monk on the side opened his mouth in surprise, it was really incredible, the temple had been investigated for several days, but he didn't find it, but he was found by Brother Long, who came today, and I have to say that the worship of Long Qingyu has increased a lot.

"That's really the case!" Long Qingyu said to himself, so far, as he thought, it seemed to be very consistent with the murderer of the Wangwu faction incident, and he was almost sure that more than 90% of the time was the same person, which was not a big discovery.

"Amitabha! Brother Long, you are really a lucky star! The little monk came to him and said with a light smile, but he couldn't hide the happiness in his heart.

"It's just a fluke!" Long Qingyu waved his hand and smiled bitterly, and then said, "But I'm afraid this place is going to be closed." ”

Hearing this, the little monk nodded, and naturally understood what he meant, such a major discovery was not something that someone casually came in to check, and only the presiding officer, the deacons of the temple, etc., were qualified to enter.

"Why don't we go to Master Wanxiang's corpse and take a look?" Long Qingyu was in a moment of interest, eager to know what else would be found in the corpse.

"Okay, I'll take you to see it!" said the little monk of Thousand Images, who was still carefully examining the palm marks on the ground, said with a smile, but looking at the palm marks, his heart became more and more comfortable.

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