The true body of Master Wanxiang is placed in a dark hall at the back of the temple, and the plaque of the hall reads 'Lingshan', which can be seen from the name to take refuge in my Buddha, and the crane is in the west of the heavens and bliss.

The two of them entered the hall and went straight to a newest coffin, and there were more than a dozen other coffins displayed around him, but a lot of dust and cobwebs had accumulated on them over the years.

Although there are people here to replace the embalming things regularly, they still dare not move the coffin casually, after all, these people are the pillars of the temple, and their prestige in the temple is very high, and it is necessary to maintain a certain amount of respect.

The little monk carried an oil lamp in his hand, and the room was like a night when it was about to dawn, shining with dancing fireworks.

The pitch-black coffin shone with a dim lacquer light, and the little monk muttered to himself to confess his sins to the coffin, and then picked up the grapefruit, and pushed the coffin lid to the side with both hands, and the body of the master of Wanxiang was revealed, and it was accompanied by a peculiar smell.

The little monk told Long Qingyu that this was what prevented the corpse from decomposing.

He was still wearing a monk's robe and wrapped in a brocade robe, but at this time, Master Wanxiang's body was obviously dry. Over time, it will become like sun-dried wood, and the whole body will become cratered and uneven, which is a little scary to look at.

The little monk of the thousand statues said 'Amitabha' again, and confessed to his uncle, and then Long Qingyu first probed on his chest, and then on his legs, but he still didn't find anything.

"Uncle Shi, Qianxiang is rude!" "Qianxiang Little Monk muttered quietly, and then sat up with Long Qingyu to sit the corpse.

Lifting the monk's robe to reveal the back, the back is unobstructed, except for the scars left by the early years of practice and a few naturally growing birthmarks, there is no trace of injury.

And the Cheng light on the top of the head is shining, and the sleek nine incense scars are impressively listed, declaring that Master Wanxiang once had an extraordinary status in the Thousand Temple.

Qianxiang Bing didn't help to check, but just supported the corpse of his uncle on the side, and when he saw Long Qingyu on the side, he frowned slightly, and naturally felt that he might have to give up.

However, remembering the previous scene in the meditation room, he also shook his head, and he was a little contemptuous of what he was thinking just now, even if Brother Long couldn't find any clues in the end, at least he would end it under the current situation, and he would continue to investigate.

Sure enough, when he was thinking about his thoughts, Long Qingyu looked at the feet of Master Wanxiang again, so he took off the cyan tube socks on his feet.

The feet and the surface of the feet appeared in front of me, and I only saw a pale cyan color, but it was normal, and I didn't find anything abnormal when I touched it.

Long Qingyu showed a contemplative expression on his side face, he had investigated the place before, and he must have investigated the temple as well, so what was missing!

By the way, where the human belly button is the most vulnerable, it is also easy to be overlooked.

Although any palm, fist or the like, it will generally leave traces on a person's body, but there may be exceptions, just like that person's palm, isn't it just invisible!

Thinking of this, he touched Master Wanxiang's abdomen and the side of his navel with his hand, and when he touched his navel, he felt a sense of collapse, and a vague palm print was formed in and around his navel.

The reason why it is vague is because of the inherent elasticity of people, but Long Qingyu is so careful, coupled with the previous experience of the Wangwu faction, he still found the same palm print in the meditation room, and the breath in it is not bad at all, of course, it belongs to a person.

"The master is offended!"

What he wanted was realized, and Long Qingyu was naturally relieved in his heart, but this situation was disrespectful to the deceased after all.

"Amitabha, uncle, the clue has an eyebrow, and going to the Thousand Temples will not let you be dusted. The little monk said with solemnity in his eyes, but he was also looking forward to it in his heart, looking forward to a greater breakthrough in the next clues.

The little monk looked at Uncle Shi and felt uncomfortable for a while, so he couldn't cry and hurriedly helped Uncle Shi arrange his clothes and put his body flat.

"Crunch....... ”

glanced at the corpse of the uncle, and then slowly pushed the coffin lid shut.

Leaving the Lingshan Palace, Long Qingyu and the little monk of Qianxiang had their own thoughts, and no one spoke, just walking forward side by side.

"Brother Long, you must have seen this kind of palm print before!" Suddenly, the little monk looked up at Long Qingyu, his eyes seemed to be eager to know the answer.

The scene of the palm marks under the futon in the meditation room deeply shocked him, although he knew that someone could use his true qi to such a restrained level, but compared to this palm marks, it was not to the point of being able to control it freely.

On the surface, it seems that there is nothing wrong, but on the inside, it is really surprising and shocking, and he believes that even his master, Master Wankong, will never be able to do this kind of imperceptible point, at least there will be a shallow palm print.

Long Qingyu didn't answer this question, but there was a little more worry between his eyebrows, and then he said with a solemn expression, "Qianxiang, have you heard of a force that has recently appeared in the rivers and lakes?"

Qianxiang knew that Long Qingyu would not be untargeted, and immediately said, "Could it be that my uncle's death is inseparable from this force?"

"You know that the Wangwu faction is exterminating!"

The little monk nodded, and Long Qingyu continued, "After the destruction of the door, I went to investigate, and I found this kind of palm mark, but it was also very secretive. ”

"My uncle has never had a grudge against anyone for many years, and even the monastery has rarely gone out, so I really can't figure it out. The little monk said suspiciously.

As the two of them walked, Long Qingyu turned his head and asked, "What was the situation like before Master Wanxiang became a monk?"

"It's not clear, I only know that the name of the master is Ding Zhanqiu. But I think my master will know something, let's go, let's go to Master again. The little monk touched Cheng Guang's shiny bald head and said with some embarrassment.

"Good!"

Long Qingyu and the little monk of Qianxiang went to the meditation room where Master Wankong was again, and the monks who came and went on the road were very particular about Long Qingyu beside Qianxiang, especially those monks who were about the same age as the little monk of Qianxiang, but who were of a lower generation, all looked at Long Qingyu with envious eyes.

His little uncle is also famous in the rivers and lakes, and the people who can talk and laugh with him must also be famous, and he is also a young man at his age, and he is envious in his heart.

"Dangdang!"

The little monk gently knocked on the door of the master's meditation room in a polite manner, and after his master answered, the two pushed the door in.

Master Wankong was not the only one sitting cross-legged in the meditation room, Long Qingyu saw two old monks sitting cross-legged opposite him.

(End of chapter)