There was a mess in the temple.

Ornaments were knocked down, flowers and trees were broken, and debris was thrown everywhere.

In a remote Buddhist hall, a stretcher with a corpse was casually thrown on the ground.

Even if the army was brought, it was still understaffed.

For the crowd to be evacuated, someone needs to organize an escort.

The people involved have to be escorted, and there is no trace.

The monks of Baoling Temple must be controlled, and no one can be left behind.

The underground granary needs to be counted, which is clear evidence.

There is also the Scripture Pavilion that hides the organs with incriminating evidence, and you must not ask anyone to take things away.

Weighing the weight, a dead man should be put aside for the time being, and it should not be possible to send a soldier to guard the door.

The soldier guarding the door stood straight, and when he heard the footsteps, he turned his head vigilantly and shouted: "Who? ”

A soldier in the same costume as him came out of the darkness, hunched his waist slightly, pressed one hand on his lower abdomen, and said anxiously: "Brother, if your stomach is disobedient, how can there be a thatched house?" ”

The soldier replied: "I also just came, where do I know about the thatched house?" You can find a random place to pull it. ”

The person looked left and right: "It's dark and can't see clearly, brother, are you pointing in a direction?" Where is it remote? ”

The soldier did not suspect him, turned his head to look to the right, and just raised his hand, the man in front of him suddenly pounced, covering his mouth with one hand, and the dagger in the other hand had already stabbed him in the abdomen.

The soldier's eyes widened, staring at the man in front of him.

It was a face that could not be found in the pile, with the smile on it that had just been asked, but the knife that had been stabbed into the lower abdomen was twisted, turning the organs in his body into a pulp.

The soldier's eyes lost focus, and his body softened.

The man held him up in time, then dragged the body into the temple and hid it behind the door.

He walked over to the corpse casually resting on the stretcher, looked at it quietly for a moment, crouched down, and then stretched out his hand......

The moment his hand touched the other's nose, the eyes opened.

Then his hand was knocked out.

"Huh!" The man sat down on the ground and ripped off his helmet, "I knew you weren't dead." ”

Corpse - Ming San slowly sat up, covered his chest that had just recovered and had an irregular heartbeat, and said with a little disgust: "A group of fools, smarter than I thought. ”

"Looks like you're a smart person, as if you've been tricked?" The man said with a smile.

Ming San's face became gloomy.

He still can't figure out how the fact that he is still alive can be exposed.

When he appeared in the secret passage, the two men did not look surprised at all.

"Ask you something." After thinking for a moment, Ming San decided to ask, "Is it possible for a soul that has become fierce for ten years to speak?" ”

The other party tilted his head and thought for a moment, and replied, "This possibility is almost impossible. You know, after death, most souls will obey the law and enter reincarnation, and only those who have exceptionally strong attachments can stay. Even those who remain will gradually fade away from their memories and become ignorant and unconscious spirits. Not to mention that it has become ferocious, this kind of thing, there is no reason at all. ”

Ming San was a little irritable: "But the fact that I haven't died yet, as well as the evidence of the crime hidden in the Baoling Temple, no one will leak it except for the dead man." ”

The other party touched his chin, and finally said: "If you have to say that someone can do it, then this person's occult art must have reached the pinnacle." ”

Ming San glanced at him: "Even you can't compare?" ”

He nodded: "I can't compare." ”

Ming San was incredulous: "How can this be ......"

The man didn't pay much attention, looked at the voices that were gradually moving away outside, and said, "Don't delay the time, let's leave quickly." When someone remembers you, a 'dead man', it won't be easy for us to get out." ”

Ming San stroked his chest, feeling that his heartbeat was almost restored, and slowly stood up.

Fake Death Medicine, this thing has great damage to the heart and brain. If it weren't for the critical situation, Ming San wouldn't have taken it so neatly.

If he really fell into the hands of Jiang Wenfeng, it would be very difficult to rescue. And if they can't rescue him, they will most likely kill him - after all, he knows a lot of secrets.

Ming San doesn't want to die yet, he can be a dead man in a small black house for ten years, and his will to survive is more tenacious than anyone else.

"Let's go!" The man looked out and beckoned to him, "There's a gap right now." Jiang Wenfeng led his troops down the mountain, while the other person was still flying immortal stone. ”

Ming San followed him out of the Buddha hall and walked through the darkness while asking, "Since you are also here, why didn't you make a move before?" The matter of the Flying Immortal Stone, if you are willing to help, with your mysticism, you will definitely be sure to be nine out of ten. ”

The man scoffed: "This is your task, why should I interfere?" Don't forget, I've never been in favor of your plans. ”

"What's the benefit of sitting on the sidelines?" Ming San said coldly, "If you are willing to intervene, I will not waste these ten years in vain." ”

The man chuckled: "I'm a mystery!" ”

"So what?"

"Xuanshi, you want to sweep the world and protect the common people." He sighed softly.

Ming San sneered: "The people you killed did less evil?" Why pretend! ”

"You don't understand." He said, "When I was apprenticed, I made an oath. I can kill with my sword, but I can't kill people with occult arts. Only people like you, who have started on their own and only learned the skin, will have no scruples. ”

There was an indescribable pride or self-pity in the tone.

Ming San thought it was ridiculous, but he wasn't ready to theorize anymore.

Now he is the one who needs help. If he is left alone in Baoling Temple, it is very likely that he will not be able to escape.

Never mind. He said to himself.

There may be ninety-nine failures in life, but as long as there is one success, the reward will be unprecedentedly abundant.

He can wait.

For so many years, he sacrificed his wife, his daughter, his family, and even himself.

A long period of patience will one day pay off.

The man in front of him suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Mingsan asked in a low voice.

The other party said, "Something is coming." ”

With that, he quickly took out a spirit rune from his sleeve, turned into mana and bounced out.

I only heard a soft sound of "snort", and a thin shadow fled quickly into the distance.

"Huh! It's a spirit! ”

Ming San has been teaching himself metaphysics for many years, and he barely opened his eyes, and he saw that it was a little white snake, and suddenly felt bad.

There was another soft sound, and the companion who was chasing the spirit suddenly stopped.

"Where are you going?" A voice sounded lazily, "Master Mingsan." ”

Ming San looked up, and in the faint moonlight, a man and a woman stood among the trees.

The man's gold-crowned dress was just tossed hard during the day, and his clothes were torn in several places.

The woman stood quietly behind him, and with a gesture of her hand, she brought the little white snake into the palm of her hand.