When the sky was bright, the Song brothers and sisters and Yang Xiu returned to their residence in the south of Jiangning City.

The evil moon was still in the middle of the sky, although it was much hazy, but the entire Jiangning City was still bathed in a faint color of blood, and there was not a single early figure on the street.

The large mansion along the street contracted by Qufu Academy is the property of a Beijing official in his hometown in Jiangning. The people of Lehu Academy live in a scattered way, about two or three streets apart, and there are also many young monks from major monasteries.

When the Song brothers and sisters were about to turn into the street, they were stopped by Yang Xiu, who was far behind.

"Brother Shijin, Miss Song......" Yang Xiu approached the Song brothers and sisters, as if full of concern, lowered his voice and said, "What if what that person said is true?"

"Ridiculous!" Song Shijin couldn't help but raise his head and scolded, before he said softly: "It's ridiculous......"

"It's really a bit ridiculous," Song Manqiu looked around, as if he was a little weak-hearted, and then covered his mouth with his hand, and said softly: "I look at that person's skills, it's really good...... It is said that it is a Kunlun outcast, and it is indeed a bit similar. ”

It turns out that Miss Song thinks so too. Yang Xiu sighed and said, "But I really can't believe what he said." ”

"I don't believe it, even if he is really a Kunlun outcast, I don't believe it. Song Shijin shook his head and said contemptuously: "Let's not say that Nanhuaizi has been missing for nearly a year, even if this Kunlun Sanxian is really alive, it is difficult to steal the treasure relics of Buddhism from the five jungles and thirteen temple gods unknowingly." ”

"I think so too," Yang Xiu pondered, "If such a big thing really happened, why didn't anyone in the world of Buddhism come out to speak?"

"Perhaps, he wants to use the mouth of you and me to stir up the situation of the monthly conference. Song Manqiu nodded.

"I'm worried that if what he said is all the truth, Kunlun Xuan colluded with the old gods of the East China Sea and harmed the saints, and the consequences would be unimaginable. Yang Xiu hesitated: "After all, the stakes are very high, and you must not guard against it." ”

"I think Brother Yang has fallen for him. Song Shijin rolled his eyes and said: "This person is talking to confuse the public, just to see us mess up with ourselves, so as to take the opportunity to seize the monthly order." By the way, it suddenly occurred to me that this person might be the assassin from the other day. ”

"It's a pity that we couldn't take him. Song Manqiu sighed.

"Just looking at the cultivation, this person may not be really a disciple of Kunlun Sanxian Nanhuaizi. Yang Xiu muttered.

"Even if Kunlun is secretly making ghosts, he can't hide it from the court, so why should Brother Yang bother himself. Song Shijin yawned, lowered his voice and said: "Don't blame him for his self-defeat, no matter how much he bewitches the public, I don't believe in Buddhism in the world, and I can't even look down on my own relics, and the rest must be nonsense." ”

"That's what you said, Bu Zhidao is also a ghost, and he actually believes this nonsense. Yang Xiu shook his head angrily and funny, "Those two should rest early, I'll leave first." ”

"Brother Yang," Song Manqiu suddenly shouted, and then lowered his voice and said, "This matter, we still just don't think it happened." lest they be accused of deceiving the people. ”

"Miss Song, am I a three-year-old child?" Yang Xiu smiled and walked away.

The Song siblings glanced at each other, and then turned into the street.

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The eastern sky reveals the white belly of the fish, the village at the foot of the mountain resounds the sparse rooster crow, the mountain gate of Qixia Temple in the morning mist, the beautiful pines and cypresses and the winding stone steps are looming, which looks full of fairy spirit.

The young monks, carrying empty wooden barrels, came down from the mountain, and occasionally told some interesting things, laughing heartily.

A monk who walked at the end suddenly stopped, put down the flat burden on his shoulder, approached the stone pillar of the mountain gate and said, "Senior brother, come and see, what is this?"

Soon, a monk about twenty-six or seventeen years old who walked in front turned around and walked up to him, looked at a thin letter tied with a dagger on the stone pillar of the mountain gate, and muttered: "Yuanqi abbot personally opened, Kunlun outcasts Ling Hu Chong ......."

"Kunlun Outcast...... It must be someone who is messing around with nothing to do after he has eaten enough!" He was about to reach out and take down the letter, but suddenly found that the dagger that pierced Bo Xin had pierced the stone pillar of the mountain gate, and he couldn't pull it out at all.

As soon as I thought about it, I felt that this was probably not nonsense.

"Brother Zhicheng, look, there's also one here!" another young monk pointed to the rocky path next to the mountain road.

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......

"These letters are all stabbed on the stone pillars of the mountain gate?"

In the stone chamber on the top of the mountain, Abbot Yuanqi sat cross-legged on the futon, and Zhicheng knelt in front of him.

The abbot is not tall, his eyebrows are snow-white, his face is ruddy, and he speaks slowly and logically, but his prestige in Qixia Temple is extremely high, and ordinary monks do not see him once a year.

As the fire-headed monk in the temple, Zhicheng has never seen this legendary monk since he entered the mountain gate, and he felt that his legs trembled, and his throat and eyes were so dry that he could hardly speak.

“...... Be...... Thorn in ...... Pierced on stone pillars...... The three of us worked together to ...... I can't pull it out...... Zhicheng said this, and suddenly wiped his sweat again and said, "Oh yes...... That's right...... There was only one, one on the stone pillar, and the other two were ...... ...... all."

"Good. Abbot Yuanqi nodded, his expression a little solemn, "Let's go down first, remember the spread of this matter." ”

Zhicheng bowed before getting up and retreating.

As soon as he retreated, another very old monk walked into the stone room and said, "What is the matter with my junior brother looking for me?"

Abbot Yuanqi didn't say a word, just handed the letter in his hand to the old monk.

The old monk took the letter, sat down cross-legged, leaned silently, the expression on his face became more and more solemn, and then looked up at the abbot of Yuanqi.

"What do you think, senior brother?" said the abbot in a deep voice.

"It's not a trivial matter. The old monk shook his head and groaned: "It's a pity that Uncle Juekong is no longer there, otherwise it would be ...... with Uncle Juekong's magical powers."

Abbot Yuanqi also sighed lightly, probably thinking that if Master Juekong was here, such a big thing would not have happened, and he was still at a loss, and then said with a straight face: "Based on what Senior Brother has seen, will what is said in this letter be false?"

"Not really. The old monk shook his head: "If it weren't for the land scattered immortals like Nanhuaizi, who would be able to steal such a treasure from my mountain gate." If you weren't a Kunlun disciple, how could you know about this. ”

Abbot Yuanqi nodded slowly, and said for a while: "Except for senior brother and me, there is no third person who knows about this matter. ”

"I can't imagine that after three hundred years, Daomen still holds a grudge like this, and even does not hesitate to collude with the old gods of the East China Sea. The old monk shook his head and sighed.

"Senior brother thinks, is the official family being deceived?, or will they just plan and push the boat down the river?" asked Abbot Yuan Qi.

"According to the letter, it seems that he does not know. The old monk thought for a while and said, "But it's really hard to say. ”

“...... Senior brother, would you like to go and see Lord Qian?" said the abbot Yuanqi.

The old monk pondered for a long time, sighed and said, "It's okay." ”