At night, two figures swept out of a manor not far from Jinling City, and after a while, a fire lit up in the manor, and soon stretched into a piece, and the entire village was burning.

Nangong Mo stood beside Wei Junmo, raised his eyebrows and looked at the firelight in the distance and said: That is the protector of the Water Pavilion? It doesn't look good. Martial arts are not bad, but they are not impossible to deal with. If it is an ordinary person in the rivers and lakes, he can naturally be regarded as a master, but compared to a demon like Gong Yuchen, the strength of this left protector is a little disappointing.

Wei Junmo said indifferently: The Water Pavilion respects the right, and the strength of this left protector is indeed not very good. He's not good at martial arts, but... Now the Water Pavilion is in Jinling, and there is only him in addition to Gong Yuchen. Wei Shizi's words faintly revealed a bit of disappointment and regret.

Nangong Mo is helpless, I remember that you haven't seen Gong Yuchen recently. So what did Gong Yuchen do to offend you? Do you suddenly want to get up and kill a Left Protector who has no grievances with you?

Went back. Wei Junmo said lightly.

Nangong Mo shrugged his shoulders and left leisurely with Wei Junmo, leaving behind the Zhuang Yuan that turned into a sea of fire behind him and the Shui Pavilion Left Protector, who had lost his life for inexplicable reasons.

When the sky was slightly cool, Gong Yuchen appeared in front of the village courtyard that had become a ruin. Looking at the group of subordinates standing in front of him who lowered their heads and didn't dare to speak, Gong Yuchen snorted coldly and sneered: Okay, very good. Under the protection of so many people, people came in and killed people, and set fire to the courtyard, but so many of you didn't see each other's shadows!

Everyone hurriedly buried their heads lower, for fear of attracting the attention of the pavilion master because of a moment of carelessness. At this time, whoever dares to come forward is definitely looking for death.

Who else died besides Mu Gao? Gong Yuchen asked.

Back to the Cabinet Lord... Except for Mu Protector, there were no casualties. It's just that a few people were accidentally burned by the fire.

Gong Yuchen squinted slightly, and soon found the object of suspicion, Wei Junmo...

The man in black standing behind Gong Yuchen said: Pavilion Master, Wei Jun Mo... If you don't know Mu Protector, will you ...... Someone else? For Wei Junmo, they have dealt with a lot in recent years, and he naturally knows some about his temperament and character. Although Wei Shizi has an indifferent personality, he generally does not implicate the innocent.

Gong Yuchen snorted coldly, Mu Gao didn't offend him, but unfortunately this seat offended him.

It's because... Ruan Yuzhi? The man in black suddenly realized.

Gong Yuchen sighed and said: For the sake of a Ruan Yuzhi, I lost a left protector in this seat, and this account must be calculated with Xiao Yu'er.

…… Pavilion Master, saying such things lightly proves that you don't care much about the Zuo Protector, right?

Pavilion Master, do we want to avenge the Zuo Protector? The man in black asked. The people of Zixiao Hall killed the people of their Water Pavilion, and it seemed a little unreasonable not to take revenge. In case people think that they are afraid of Zixiao Palace, then the pavilion master's face will be unbearable and they will make trouble again.

Gong Yuchen said indifferently: The skills are not as good as others, and they deserve to die. What revenge?

Yes, Cabinet Master.

Early in the morning, in the slightly drunken sunshine, Nangong Mo lazily lay on Wei Junmo's lap and looked at the scroll in his hand. Leaning against the window, Wei Shizi sat on the soft couch and looked down at the woman in front of him, his cold face seemed to be much warmer.

Nangong Mo put down the book and turned over and lay directly on his lap face up, and asked: You haven't told me yet, what has Gong Yuchen done to make you unhappy recently? It seems that since their wedding, she has never heard much about Gong Yuchen. If he hadn't done something from time to time, Nangong Mo would have thought that he would have left Jinling a long time ago.

Wei Junmo pondered for a moment, but still said: He rescued Ruan Yuzhi.

What did he do to save Ruan Yuzhi? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a person all the way. Nangong Mo said, after reacting, he paused and looked up at him and said: Why does Ruan Yuzhi need him to save him? It's not like Ruan Yuzhi is dying of starvation on the side of the road, right? Even if it is, with the character of Gong Yuchen, it would be good to save people if he didn't step on it directly?

Wei Junmo said indifferently: I sent Liu to kill Ruan Yuzhi. It's a pity that it missed.

Nangong Mo was puzzled, didn't you refuse to care about this? Why did you suddenly want to kill Ruan Yuzhi again? Wei Junmo said: Sooner or later, it will be a scourge for this person to stay. Flawless, if you meet Ruan Yuzhi next time, no matter what, find an opportunity to kill him.

Nangong Mo nodded, Ruan Yuzhi and Wei Junmo didn't have to think about her, and they knew who to go to. Although she didn't feel that she had to kill Ruan Yuzhi, but people like Ruan Yuzhi... It's not innocent to die. Since Wei Junmo felt that he was dangerous, Nangong Mo naturally believed his judgment.

So, you killed his left protector because Gong Yuchen robbed the person you were going to kill? Wei Junmo raised his eyebrows and was silent, as if asking: Can't you?

Nangong Mo twitched the corner of his mouth and said: You don't worry about causing any trouble?

If you don't kill, Gong Yuchen will still find trouble. Wei Jun said unexpectedly.

Nangong Mo nodded helplessly. Indeed, if there are more lice, it will not itch, and if there are more debts, there will be no worries.

Qi Yu Shizi, Shizi Concubine, Qin Gongzi is here. Outside the door, the steward respectfully announced. Nangong Mo looked at the sky outside in some surprise and asked, "So early?" Qin Zixu didn't go back to the city last night?

The steward's way: Back to the princess, this, the subordinates don't know.

Let him in. Nangong Mo sat up and said.

After a while, Qin Zixu walked in, looked at the two of them and smiled helplessly: The two of them are so leisurely, they really make Zai Haosheng envious.

Nangong Mo said with a smile: We are out to relax, naturally leisurely. It's Qin Gongzi, what's the matter with coming here so early? The smile on Qin Zixu's face flickered, and he sighed and said: It's really something.

Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows, Qin Gongzi, please speak.

Qin Zixu's dark color was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: The princess also knows that Qin took the fourth sister to the Great Guangming Temple yesterday.

Nangong Mo nodded slightly and didn't say anything, waiting for him to finish speaking. Qin Zixu sighed, frowned, and said: I don't know if it's bad luck or what, last night, the Great Bright Temple lost something important.

Nangong Mo disagreed, and said: So what? Even if something valuable is lost, the Great Light Temple will not suspect the two of them.

Qin Zixu smiled a little helplessly and said with a wry smile: It may not be valuable, but it is indeed 100,000 points important.

What is it?

Wei Junmo suddenly opened his mouth and said indifferently: Is it the handscroll of the first queen?

Qin Zixu glanced at Wei Junmo in surprise and nodded helplessly.

Only Nangong Mo was a little puzzled, and Wei Junmo said: After the death of the first queen, His Majesty sent a few volumes of scriptures that she personally copied before her death to the Great Guangming Temple for worship. It is said that they are going to bring it into the imperial tomb together in the future. It is said that the scriptures were placed in front of the Buddha statue in the Daeungbojeon Hall of the Great Light Temple. So that the monks can recite day and night to pray for the blessing of the first queen.

His Majesty is really affectionate to the former queen. Nangong Mo sighed.

Qin Zixu smiled bitterly: The problem is that now that the Buddhist scriptures have been lost, His Majesty has investigated them... I'm afraid that the entire Great Light Temple will not be able to eat and walk around. Whereas... The people who were in the Great Light Temple that day also couldn't escape the involvement.

Wei Junmo stared at Qin Zixu and said coldly: "Something like this happened, you don't go back to Jinling, why do you come here to tell us this?"

Qin Zixu arched his hand and said: I'm sorry, I have no intention of causing trouble to the two of you. It's just that... In case something happens, please ask the princess to take care of your children. She... You don't steal the scriptures, do you?

Nangong Mo pondered for a moment and said: If I can do it, I will do my best. But if there's trouble, don't blame her for leaving it alone. Although she has a good impression of Qin Xi, she has only met for a few moments. Qin Xi is a member of the Qin family, and the emperor's attitude towards the family is tantamount to a thorn in the flesh. She could only help as much as she could without causing trouble for herself.

Of course, Qin Zixu also understood this truth, and said solemnly: Thank you princess, there are still important things to do, so I will leave first.

I do not send it.

The steward sent Qin Zixu out, Nangong Mo stood up and talked, looked at Wei Junmo and said: Trouble is coming.

Wei Junmo nodded slightly, reached out to hold her hand and said, "Don't be afraid." Nangong Mo couldn't help but smile and said: I'm not afraid, don't worry. Where is her guts so small? It's just that she can't help but think of those big cases a few years ago. This time, His Majesty the Emperor was menacing, and I don't know how many heads are about to land.

Before noon, someone came to the palace. conveyed the emperor's will, asking Wei Junmo and Ying Tianfu Mansion Yin He Wenli and the emperor's eldest grandson Xiao Qianye to cooperate in handling the case. So there was no need to go back to Beijing, and the two packed up and went directly to Ziyun Mountain.

When the two arrived at the mountain, He Wenli and Xiao Qianye had already arrived, but they didn't start handling the case, obviously waiting for Wei Junmo's arrival. Seeing Nangong Mo was a little surprised at first, but he didn't say anything. Originally, I got the news that Wei Shizi and the princess were out of the city to relax, and there is nothing strange about the princess here. What's more, this is a person who dares to even break into the battlefield.

He Wenli, who had a good personal relationship with Lin Changfeng, also touched his nose and flashed away. From Lin Changfeng's mouth, he didn't hear about the great achievements of this princess, not to mention that even the eldest grandson of the emperor had nothing to say, what kind of thing did he do with a little Ying Tianfu Yin?

Xiao Qianye looked at Nangong Mo who was standing beside Wei Junmo, and his mood was slightly complicated. At the beginning, he had an affair with Nangong Shu, and Nangong Shu came up with Li Daitao's method to push Nangong Mo out to marry Wei Junmo, and he also knew it. For a woman who was not valued by Chu Guogong since she was a child and was sent to the countryside, Xiao Qianye felt that she didn't need to care. It wasn't until he and Nangong Shu suffered losses at the hands of Nangong Mo again and again that they gradually realized that this woman was not as simple as they thought. Now looking at Nangong Mo who is standing next to Wei Junmo with outstanding temperament, and then thinking about Nangong Shu who is still crazy in the backyard of Yuejun Palace, Xiao Qianye has to admit that he really does not have Wei Junmo's vision and luck.

However, this does not mean that he has any thoughts about Nangong Mo, occasionally Xiao Qianye still has some self-knowledge. A woman like Nangong Mo, Xiao Qianye thinks she can't appreciate it.

Xingchen County Lord, I'm really sorry to disturb the county lord and Jun Mo to relax. Xiao Qianye said with a smile.

Nangong Moxiu raised her eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: The king of Yuejun is serious, he is all a courtier of His Majesty, and it is natural for him to do things for His Majesty.

The county lord was right.

He Wenli, who was standing next to him, brushed his forehead, and said with a smile to the two people who were smiling at you: The county king, the county lord, the prince, we are still here to investigate the case, not to listen to these two people. It's a pity that he didn't face Lin Changfeng, he couldn't just grab something and smash it, and he couldn't roar loudly at the top of his throat.

Nangong Mo glanced at He Wenli with a smile, which suddenly made his heart tremble. looked at the woman in front of him nervously, but saw Nangong Mo take a step back and stand beside Wei Junmo and said: Three of you are random, I just followed to take a look.

Wei Junmo has never liked to greet people, so he said indifferently: Go and have a look first.

Because of the theft of the Great Bright Temple, now the entire Great Bright Temple has been strictly forbidden for outsiders to enter and exit, and the Great Bright Temple, which was always crowded in the past, is exceptionally quiet today. Only the Sanskrit chanting of the monks and the fragrance of Buddha curling in the air can be heard from afar, but the incense of Buddha that used to be calming is now dyed with a hint of ominousness.

On the main hall, the presiding abbot of the Great Bright Temple waited early with a group of monks. In the gray monk's robe and crimson robe, Nian Yuan, who was dressed in white, was particularly conspicuous. Seeing Nangong Mo and his party coming in, Nian Yuan nodded politely towards Wei Junmo and Nangong Mo.

The stolen scroll was placed in front of the Buddha statue in the hall. Because it is a handscroll of the first queen during her lifetime, and it was enshrined here by the order of Her Majesty Xià himself, the Great Light Temple specially sent warrior monks to take turns guarding it for twelve hours a day. Although Daguang Temple is not a temple famous for martial arts, it is still one of the most famous temples in Jinling after all, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national temple, otherwise the emperor would not enshrine the handscroll of the former empress here. The kung fu of the warrior monks in the temple is naturally not bad, but it is under the condition that the four warrior monks are guarding every day, so that people quietly sneak into the temple and steal things.

The first queen's handscroll, what's the use of stealing it? He Wenli said with a frown.

If it is an ordinary person, whether it is seeking wealth or treasure, it is always a reason. But the first queen's handscroll, said to be very precious, in fact, the first queen is not a great monk, the second is not a famous calligrapher, if it is not for the identity of the first queen and the emperor's attention, these handscrolls can be said to be worthless. Even if it's become valuable because of this, you can't get rid of it at all, okay? At least for the next thirty or fifty years, don't think about getting rid of it. No, someone appreciates the calligraphy of the first queen, right?

Although the first queen is not from a humble background compared to today's majesty, she is not much better. Originally, she was just a girl from a family who studied martial arts, so the calligraphy He Wenli was also fortunate to have seen it, and it can only be said that it was okay.

Xiao Qianye also had a headache, as soon as the news of the theft of the imperial grandmother's scrolls came out, the imperial grandfather was furious on the spot, and even his father couldn't persuade him. Immediately ordered them to catch the thief who stole the scriptures by any means and retrieve them intact. Glancing at the people present, Xiao Qianye asked: What happened to the warrior monks who guarded the scriptures?

The abbot sighed and said, "Back to the county king, those warrior monks were in a coma at that time and were temporarily imprisoned in the meditation room.

Xiao Qianye and He Wenli glanced at each other, and He Wenli said: In this case, the lower officials went to ask the warrior monks, and asked the master to lead the way.

The abbot naturally would not object, although he couldn't go in person, he still sent a junior disciple to lead He Wenli over. Xiao Qianye began to ask the monks in the main hall. None of the two who had aspirations together went to care about Wei Junmo. Wei Shizi couldn't say three sentences that day, so what could he ask if he asked the case?

Wei Junmo didn't care, looked at Nangong Modao, and went out for a walk.

Nangong Mo nodded, smiled at the abbot and asked, "By the way, abbot, are the pilgrims who stayed in the Great Light Temple yesterday all there?"

The abbot nodded and said, "The stolen things are not trivial, so the pilgrims are still in the temple and have not left."

In this case, how did Qin Zixu leave?

The people of the Qin family are also there?

As the presiding officer of a temple, the abbot naturally didn't know these things so clearly. However, a master next to him stepped forward and said: Back to the county lord, Miss Qin stayed in the Great Guangming Temple last night, and the eldest prince of the Qin family also came early this morning and wanted to pick up Miss Four to leave, but because of martial law in the temple, he was not let in.

It turned out that Qin Zixu was not in the Great Bright Temple last night, thinking about it, now that the Qin family is busy, where can he have time to hang out. Qin Zixu was worried about her sister, so she probably squeezed out time to accompany her, and then rushed back to the city every day. It didn't take much time to get from Ziyun Mountain to Jinling.

Nangong Mo nodded, turned his head sideways and said to Wei Junmo: Let's go out for a walk.

Wei Junmo also had no opinion, and nodded slightly. So the two left the eldest grandson of the emperor, who was working hard, and went out for a walk.

Nangong Mo of Daguang Temple has been here twice and has lived for a few days, so naturally he is not unfamiliar, and the two walked hand in hand, heading towards the guest house where the pilgrims in the back mountain lived. While walking, Nangong Mo said: It's really strange, who would come to steal the first queen's handscroll? Just as He Wenli thought, except that the handscroll was copied by the former queen, it had no appreciation value and could not be exchanged for money. Of course, it will definitely be valuable if it is passed on to future generations, but it is not considered for future generations now, right? Besides, there are so many things that can be made into family heirlooms, so there's no need to take this risk.

Wei Junmo was dark and indifferent, and said: The area around the Daxiong Treasure Hall is heavily guarded, but the warrior monks in the hall are stunned and no one finds it. If it's not that the person who did it is a very powerful thief, then someone is guarding and stealing it.

Nangong Mo put his arm around him, frowning as he walked: "The prison guards are stealing?

Yes?! As soon as the two of them reached the corner, they heard a terrible cry in the distance behind them. Glancing at each other, the two of them simultaneously performed light skills and ran in the direction where the voice came from. The place where the cry came was a monk's meditation room across a courtyard, and before the two of them could enter, they smelled a smell of blood. Hurriedly rushed over, but saw the open door of the meditation room, He Wenli fell to the ground and was covered in blood, and the master who had just accompanied him a few steps away not far from him fell to the ground, and there was a dark red pool of blood under him. A few steps further, a disciple in a gray monk's robe was already exhausted. Nangong Mo took a step forward, squatted down and probed into the master's neck, and shook his head at Wei Junmo.

What's going on? Wei Junmo asked coldly.

He Wenli's face was a little pale, and said: When we came to the meditation room, there was still a person in the room, and the one on the bed was already dead. The man killed the master, and then Wei Junmo glanced at him coldly, turned around and went out. Nangong Mo looked at He Wenli and raised his eyebrows and said, "Master He, can you stand up?"

He Wenli smiled bitterly, stood up against the wall and said: It was the first time for Lao Tzu to look up at Nangong Mo who was smiling in front of him, and only then did he remember that he had been rude in front of the county lord of Xingcheng, and hurriedly arched his hand and said: The first time I encountered this kind of thing, I was a little out of shape and looked at the county lord Haihan. Nangong Modao: It doesn't matter, if Lord He can't hold on, sit down for a while. He Wenli looked at the blood stains that had been sprayed all over his body, and the expression on his face was a little bitter. He really can't hold on.

Looking around the meditation room, the meditation rooms of the disciples of the Great Light Temple are very simple, with only a bed, a table and a cabinet. The bed and cupboard were a little messy, and it was clear that the killer was looking for something. Nangong Mo stared at the bloodstains on the ground and frowned slightly, Lord He, what does the person who escaped look like?

He Wenli frowned and said: That person is dressed as an ordinary disciple, and this master seems to know him too. However, I walked behind and didn't see the face. Only two words were heard from them, and then the man suddenly killed the master and rushed out.

You didn't see the face from start to finish?

He Wenli nodded bitterly. Nangong Mo squatted on the ground and looked at the blood stains on the ground, stretched out a hand stained with a trace of blood and sniffed it, and asked: Think about it carefully, that person was injured from time to time?

Well? He Wenli was stunned, lowered his eyebrows and thought about it, and then raised his head and said: By the way, he pushed me when he rushed past me. I would have liked to see a stain on his left arm, probably blood. You see! He Wenli pointed to his shoulder, and sure enough, there was a bloody handprint that was not very clear, originally thought it was the victim's bloodstain, but now that he thinks about it, the little monk has no scars on his body at all, and the dagger that killed the master originally seemed to have no bloodstains. It was stained with the blood of the master after being thrown on the ground. He Wenli suddenly became excited, and danced with his hands and said: By the way, that person is about two inches shorter than me, and he is very thin. There should be a scar on the left arm, as long as the person does not escape from the Great Light Temple, it should be easy to find, right? I'm going to find Shiko!

I hear you. Wei Junmo came in from the outside and said indifferently: I have already ordered someone to search.

He Wenli touched his nose and asked, "County Lord, how did you know that the murderer was on it?"

Nangong Mo pointed to the blood stains on the ground and said: You said that the murderer only stabbed the master once, and according to the direction of the blood splash, these blood stains should not be stored. Since the murderer threw the murder weapon at the scene, there is no possibility that Zài dripped from the murder weapon. And Nangong Mo walked to the corpse lying on the bed, shook his hand and said: He has no external injuries all over his body, but there are blood stains on his fingers, which naturally will not be his own bloodstains.

Wei Junmo stepped forward to take a look and said: This person has practiced the vajra finger of Buddhism, and the person who carried it away should have three holes in his arm, and if it is heavy, the arm bone may have been broken. The cause of death should also be the flying flower palm of Buddhism, which is not injured on the outside, but all the internal organs are shattered. Nangong Mo touched the tips of his hair a little speechlessly, each set of martial arts has a nice name, but the martial arts in this world are still varied, and he is not too tired. But Wei Shizi can still see at a glance what kind of martial arts it is, it's really powerful. Therefore, people in the rivers and lakes are idle and have nothing to do.

He Wenli frowned and said: So, it was his own disciples within the Great Guangming Temple who did it? Are these people crazy? With the temper of His Majesty the Emperor, it is possible to directly order the slaughter of the Great Light Temple. Looking at the blind master on the ground, He Wenli felt that the Great Light Temple was going to be miserable, and he had to do something to thank this master for saving his life. If it weren't for this master walking in front, I'm afraid he would have died.

The prince, the lord of the county, this

What's wrong?! Xiao Qianye, who received the news, hurried over with the abbot and others, and was startled by the bloody scene in the room as soon as he walked to the door.

Bro?! The abbot was shocked, what is this, what is going on?

He Wenli sighed, looked at the abbot and said, "Master, a disciple of your temple."

Find out all the people who have practiced flying flower palms in the Great Light Temple! Wei Junmo indifferently interrupted He Wenli's words and said in a deep voice.

Where can Master Abbot not know what happened? Even the face of the monk couldn't help but turn white, and his body shook. After a while, he sighed, folded his hands and recited a Buddha name: Yes, if it is really the disciple who is capable of taking responsibility for the old man's wishes.

Amitabha! All the disciples shouted in unison, and the two people lying on the ground and on the bed silently recited the mantra of death.

Xiao Qianye's face turned pale, and he glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: Jun Mo, what is going on?

He Wenli hurriedly stepped forward to tell the story of the incident, and said: The lower official was frightened for a moment before he exclaimed. The thief must have known that someone was coming soon, so he fled in a hurry. Xiao Qianye frowned and said: So, are you sure it's someone from the Great Bright Temple?

Wei Junmo said indifferently: Although the Flying Flower Palm is a Buddhist martial art, it is a basic martial art, and it is not unique to the Great Guangming Temple. There are not a few people in the rivers and lakes who know this martial art.

Xiao Qianye said patiently: What does Jun Mo think?

Find someone and you'll know. Wei Jun said unexpectedly.

Xiao Qianye.