Time passed bit by bit.

Baiquan and Yunsheng spoke softly in the middle of the night.

Finally, Baiquan shushed.

Someone's coming.

A voice sounded, as if to persuade people: "One thought of the Buddha, one thought of the devil." Look at the persistence. Among the remaining sins, homicide is the heaviest; Among all the merits, do not kill the first ......"

But the other man was silent, only the dull sound of footsteps.

Baiquan's eyes narrowed.

A person with good kung fu walks like a cat, and he can't hear footsteps at all. And the foreign kung fu that practices heavy punches, if it is aimed at deterrence, the footsteps will naturally be much heavier than others.

But it can be repeated to this point......

At this time, Yun Sheng suddenly sneered, and raised his voice with difficulty: "Even if you can't run away from a piece of meat like me, you have to dispatch such a master, are you so afraid of grandpa and me?" ”

Baiquan felt a light pause in his heart.

Yun Sheng was telling him that if he had a chance to escape, he would run by himself and leave it alone...... Other......

Footsteps stopped between the two caverns.

The man spoke, but not to Baiquan and Yunsheng, but to another voice, and asked, "If I don't kill, they won't die, and it will be you and me, the monks of the monastery, and the master who will die." I ask you, did you want to say it yourself, or did the abbot tell you to tell me what you are saying today? ”

The voice was timid, and snorted: "It's the little monk himself who can't bear ......."

"What do you have to bear? How many lives have died in the Hundred Buddha Caves of Lingyan Temple in Tangshu Valley, aren't they all you watching with the abbot? Today is chirping crookedly! The previous people scoffed.

The voice was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "This monk is a monk with outstanding virtue, and the Dharma is profound. The little monk really couldn't bear it. ”

Baiquan sighed softly, and couldn't help but pronounce a Buddha name: "Amitabha." How is this different from a ghostly spirit? I've fallen into the devil's path without knowing it, pitiful! ”

The chains next door rattled, especially loud in the silent dawn.

Baiquan clasped his hands together, lowered his head and recited the mantra of death: "Nam no Amitabha Night Dotagada Night ......"

"Don't worry, monk. I won't end up here, you can tie your hands well, and it will save me the trouble of doing it. ”

A ball of rope was thrown in through the iron fence gate.

Baiquan looked at the thumb-thick rope, and was a little embarrassed: "The little monk can't tie himself, I'm afraid that I will have to bother Your Excellency to come and do it yourself." ”

"Won't?" A fat face flashed from the door next door, his eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly stretched out his hand with a cruel smile, twisted a bald head and sent it to the fence door: "See?" This is the little bald donkey who interceded with you just now. If you don't know how to tie yourself up, then I'll have to strangle this little bald donkey to death for safety, and then go in and tie you up. Otherwise, what if he sneaks up on me from behind in a moment? ”

"Well, well. If I don't tie it up, don't blame me. ”

Master Baiquan picked up the rope on the ground and began to wrap it around his wrist in earnest.

The fat man snorted, pushed away the little monk with ordinary eyebrows, turned around and went to the next cell, and cursed: "If I knew that I would get out and kill again, I would have left at least two legs...... Fuck, don't you stain my clothes......"

Master Baiquan stood up, walked to the door, looked at his little monk who was looking sadly outside, smiled slightly, and reached out to hold the chain that locked his iron door.

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Throwing away an iron chain in his hand, Baiquan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

There were two people lying on the ground.

A fat man, with his head tilted to one side, his tongue sticking out, his eyes protruding, and the traces of the iron chains between his necks as if he were dead.

There was also a little monk, but his forehead was bruised and fell to the side. This one just passed out.

In the cell over there, the voice of the cloud sounded faintly: "Master, don't come in......"

Baiquan hesitated for a moment, and walked in firmly: "I have to see you, otherwise, I won't be able to explain to His Royal Highness the Wing King in the future......"

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Taiyuan sprinted all the way into the big tent: "Your Highness! Master Baiquan has news! ”

Qin Lang and Peng Ji raised their heads from the map of the long case: "Say!" ”

"Lingyan Temple......" Tai Yuan suddenly paused, and glanced at Feng Yan who was standing on the side with some hesitation.

Feng was inexplicable, and touched the back of his neck: "What are you doing to see me?" ”

"The night before yesterday, Yuan Sima took Jiang Li and Xiao Ningzi to rest in Lingyan Temple. In the early hours of yesterday morning, a terrible shout from the mountain behind the temple alarmed everyone. Jiang Li rushed to see and saw the sound of clouds. ”

Taiyuan looked at Qin Lang with some sadness.

Qin Lang's face became solemn, and he threw down the charcoal in his hand: "Are you sure it's Yunsheng?" ”

Taiyuan lowered his head: "He was cut into a human ......"

"What!?" The wind roared straight out.

Qin Lang's face turned blue instantly: "Go on." ”

"There was also a fat man who was strangled to death on the spot, a little monk fainted, and there were traces of people passing in the cave next door. Yun Sheng was seriously injured, but he shouted hoarsely on the spot that Lingyan Temple was a den of bandits, and the Buddha Cave in the back mountain had become a place for private hiding and detention. The monks denied it.

Jiang Li tried his best to prevent them from snatching the clouds away at that time. Later, Xiao Ningzi rushed to it and recognized it as Yun Sheng, only to be told by Yun Sheng that Master Baiquan was torn off the iron lock and fled. ”

Tai Yuan finished in one breath.

"What about the clouds? Where is the sound of the clouds now? "Fengshi only cares about the sound of the clouds now.

Taiyuan looked at him sadly: "Yun Sheng is seriously injured, just hold on to Xiao Ningzi to finish speaking, just ......."

Qin Lang's face was gloomy: "And then?" What about Lingyan Temple? ”

"Lingyan Temple was locked up and down by local officials, and Yuan Sima made a big fuss, and the county government didn't dare not report it. It is said that the abbot and the fainting little monk will be immediately transferred to the Hezhou Mansion for trial by the assassin himself. Yuan Sima is now taking Jiang Li and is inseparable from the abbot. ”

"River State Mansion?" Pengie furrowed his eyebrows.

Taiyuan nodded: "Gongye Envoy Jun just fined him for half a year a few days ago, and if he wants to come to this case, he shouldn't dare to mess around." ”

Peng Ji gently tapped the corner of his forehead, trying to recall: "My father seemed to have told me some gossip about the history of Hezhou Thorn back then, but I forgot, I just vaguely remember that my father was quite unimpressed with him. ”

"Tianchengjun eats empty salaries like that, but the accounts of Zhenxi Army are not leaky, and I don't believe that this Lin Envoy can be fully trusted. Tai Yuan, you pass the word and ask Yuan Sima and Jiang Li to be careful of their own safety. ”

Qin Lang's face was cold, "Besides, have you found the identity of the fat man who died?" ”

Taiyuan bowed: "Jiang Li quietly drew a portrait and passed it out, and he is investigating." The news has also been presented to the two uncles. If the little uncle has forgotten anything, presumably the two uncles should still be able to remember. "Please pay attention to the latest chapters in the future