"Bang!"

"Let's go together, donors." The great monk clasped his hands together and said with low eyebrows.

"The monk deceives people too much, side by side."

"Bang bang."

Sure enough, as Jiang Ye expected, the great monk put the dart master in front of him with three strokes and five divided by two, and he didn't even take a breath.

"Amitabha, I have offended, please wait a few days, donors." The great monk folded his hands and looked indifferent, not proud of the fact that he had defeated these dart masters.

The dart masters looked incredulous, originally when the black man was on the board, they thought they would win, but they didn't expect the big monk to defeat their second-in-command with just one move.

even let them go together, in the absence of the dart head, they listened to the command of the second-in-command, and they rushed up, and they were all put down by someone with one move.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly, there was no martial arts path in martial arts, and he couldn't even see that kind of internal qi or true qi, and there was no light wave, just simply relying on the momentum and speed, these two points to win.

The little monk on the side muttered quietly, with a proud smile on his face.

"Uncle Guangjing's martial arts have improved again?"

"Who said no, since using the holy water, all the fatigue of practicing in the past has dissipated, and my strength has begun to improve by leaps and bounds."

"The master of the inner courtyard doesn't use diluted holy water, right? I'd love to try it. ”

"Let's get used to it first, didn't the master say that he couldn't even withstand the diluted ones, let alone withstand the holy water of a higher level."

"The two little masters are polite, and a certain is a person who went to Beijing to catch the exam. I don't know what the holy water that the two little masters are talking about? Jiang Ye smiled and arched his hand.

The two little monks were obviously startled, but when they saw a gentle young man dressed in a round-necked robe with a veil hat, they heard the other party say that he was a lifter who had entered Beijing to take the exam, and the unhappiness that they had been frightened suddenly disappeared.

That is the person who wants to enter Beijing to be a big official, if they accidentally offend, although they don't have to care too much, but after all, they don't want to offend the scholar.

"Lord Fan is polite, and the poor monk is wise."

"Lord Fan is polite, and the poor monk is wise."

The two little novices hurriedly returned the salute, with a smile on their faces, as if the unhappiness of being disturbed and frightened just now was all hallucination.

Jiang Ye nodded secretly in his heart, no wonder Elder Tang said that he was a monk who went to the West Heaven to learn scriptures from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and he was famous, and it was indeed very useful.

"The donor doesn't know, the holy water of our Gushan Temple is famous, and most of the pilgrims want to ask for a drop, and they dare not say that they can cure all diseases, and nine out of ten diseases in the world will be removed as long as there is a drop." Hui Lin had a proud look on his face, and he didn't care that his baby was known.

And listening to him, this treasure seems to be quite famous, and many people have come to ask for holy water.

"Amitabha." Huisheng Heten pronounced a Buddha name, but the look on his face couldn't hide it.

Jiang Ye pretended to be surprised, as if he still didn't believe it: "It's really that magical?" I wonder if I can let someone see it? ”

"This ......" Hui Lin rolled his eyes, but his face was a little hesitant.

"Amitabha." The same is true for Huisheng, and the two tacitly did not say any more.

Jiang Ye suddenly asked, it turned out that he was asking for bribes, looking at the appearance of these two little novices, they should not have filled their pockets.

Jiang Ye pursed his lips, he didn't know that the plot task was ancient, so he didn't prepare silver taels, found his backpack, took off the convex lens in front of the flashlight, and made a gesture to take it out of his sleeve robe.

"Please also ask the little master to be accommodating." Jiang Ye smiled and handed the convex lens to Huilin.

Hui Lin Huisheng's eyes were about to pop out, and even his breathing became heavy.

This fine crystal, without a trace of variegation, no cracks, polished exquisitely, crystal clear, although because it is a white crystal price will be pressed very low, but it is also a golden thing.

The two glanced at each other, and they both saw the greed and fiery in each other's eyes, and their first reaction was "Take this crystal, this is a big fat sheep." ”

"Please wait a while, the little monk will go back."

After a while, Hui Sheng trotted back, the sweat on his face did not hide his joy at all, he covered a crude clay bottle and handed it to Jiang Ye: "Don't make a noise, there are five drops of holy water in this bottle, which is enough to live the dead and flesh and bones." ”

"I understand." Jiang Ye quietly threw the mud jar into his backpack, revealing an indifferent smile.

"Amitabha." Hui Sheng and Hui Lin bowed together, and then left in a hurry.

Jiang Ye was a little puzzled, and suddenly laughed, "It seems that this holy water is not valuable, and any little novice can take it out, which means that Gushan Temple either has a 'spring' or can make holy water." ”

"It turns out that the donor is here, and the abbot has agreed, and he asked the donor to go with the little monk." Huitong walked to Jiang Ye's side.

"Okay, let's go." Jiang Ye's eyes lit up, and he just wanted to go and see the corpse.

……

By the time Jiang Ye and Huitong arrived, Xiao Shami's meditation room had been emptied, and a monk with a round monk, his face was piled with flesh and he couldn't see his eyes: "Amitabha, the little monk is in trouble, presumably this is Fan Shizhu." ”

"Rushing to take the exam, Fan Jin is polite." Jiang Ye bowed.

Some people came one after another, a big man with a black face, and the clothes on his body were the same as the clothes of the dart master that Jiang Ye saw in the front yard.

I don't know what excuses they used, but the players followed.

looks like a sharp wind, and the thin one is as thin as a hemp stalk.

"Amitabha." The great monk Guangnan sighed.

Jiang Ye stepped forward and looked at the corpse.

The two eye sockets became two black holes, and the blood had turned black, flowing down both sides, Jiang Ye shook Huiming's head, and there was a hole in the middle of his forehead, as if he was grabbed by something, and he smashed his eyes and smashed the bones in the middle of his forehead.

"The time of death is about ugly."

"The murderer forcibly smashed his eyes with great force and caused his death, and there was a finger-thick hole in the middle of his forehead, which must have used some kind of object like a pestle."

"But I don't understand why he didn't resist, and even the people around him didn't hear any noise."

Jiang Ye said while flipping through it.

In fact, from the first glance, Jiang Ye knew that this was not a human crime, and most of the people who could quietly kill people in so many novices were not human.

"Wait, his brain is gone." Opening the hole in his head, Jiang Ye found that Huiming's head was empty, as if all the brain marrow had been sucked out by a large straw, although the brain marrow was gone, but it did not collapse the skull.

Feng Xing looked at Jiang Ye with a scrutinizing gaze, he also knew that it should not be a person who committed the crime, but now he was more interested in this person.

Modern people are in ancient times, it is difficult to say that the time is long, and if the time is short, it will always seem out of place, no matter how good the disguise is, it is the same, because the breath from the modern and the breath from the ancient are completely different.

"Is this really a human crime?" The black-faced man frowned, he always felt cold behind him, and he had encountered many strange things walking in the rivers and lakes, so although the black-faced man did not say it explicitly, he had already told everyone that 'this may be a ghost killing'.

"Amitabha." The squinted-eyed monk pronounced a Buddha horn and didn't say much.

"I don't feel like he's right." Feng Xing quietly leaned over to the hemp stalks, whispered, looked at Jiang Ye as he spoke, and at the same time gestured to the hemp stalks.

Ma Yan nodded, and there was confusion in his eyes: "Me too, I always feel that he is out of place with us." ”

"Could he be a gamer?" The two looked at each other.

"We'll try him later."