Lin Qi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart when he saw Jinglian for the first time, although he didn't understand what Zen Buddhism was, but looking at Lin Ling's attitude towards Jinglian, he also knew that this young, delicate Zen monk was critical, and he was afraid that he would not tolerate any mistakes.

Lin Qi took two more steps forward, under the warm yellow light, Jing Lian sat cross-legged, her earthy yellow Zen clothes were clean, she couldn't see a little bloodstain anywhere, her delicate face was a little sickly white, her eyebrows were lowered, and her expression was a little languid.

Jing Lian had no external injuries on her body, looking at the appearance on her face, it seemed to be a weak condition after losing her strength, Lin Qi was completely relieved, seeing that Jing Lian was still lowering her eyebrows until now, and she looked cold and cold, Lin Qi suddenly disliked it in her heart, and felt that she had brought more than ten disciples of the Tiancang Sect, and the injuries on her body were not wrapped, all of them were exhausted of spiritual power, and they were physically and mentally exhausted all the way over, and they didn't expect to be grateful.

You Zen monk is so important!

Could it be that the name of a disciple of the Tiancang Sect is not worth this small face?

The hot face was pasted with a cold face, Lin Qi didn't like it in his heart, and he didn't bother to have anything to do with Jing Lian, he looked at Ye Bufan beside Jing Lian, and asked,

"Ye Daoyou, have you seen the sixteenth senior brother of the poor road?"

Ye Bufan nodded indifferently, raised his hand, and pointed to the dozens of ice picks on the right side of his body.

Another stranger who loves to ignore and keep silent, Lin Ling felt that these two people were as inexplicable as if they were crazy, he secretly took a sip in his heart, and walked sideways to the ice pick that was inserted into a huge fan.

The ice pick was behind Jing Lian's side, less than a zhang away, Lin Qi crossed Jing Lian, took two steps forward, and with the warm yellow light behind him, he saw that behind the ice pick, a dark blue shirt was exposed.

Lin Sixteen was lying upright on the ground, there was a large blood hole in his throat, the skin was rotten and the flesh was melting, revealing a raised throat bone, and a large area of black and red blood flowed under his neck. He was already dead, but there was no white death on his face, and there was still a flush of anger on his cheeks and forehead.

Lin Qi felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and squatted silently in front of Lin Sixteen's head, his right hand flashed on his waist, and the aura between his fingers penetrated, igniting a bright light talisman, slowly moving the warm yellow light to Lin Sixteen's eyes.

Seeing Lin Sixteen's angry eyes, the corners of Lin Qi's eyes tingled slightly, and he couldn't help but let himself look away.

What did it take to have such eyes after death?

The eyeballs protrude slightly, the whites of the eyes are densely covered with red bloodshots, and the scattered pupils are still shining faintly in the warm yellow light.

After the death of the body, the seven spirits are scattered. If the three souls are not sent, the time of two hours will completely dissipate. Only when the monk enters the Yuan Infant can he perform the secret method of seizing the house. Lin Sixteen was doomed to the death of the Dao, and Lin Qi was sad in his heart, and he could only be helpless.

I want to know what Lin Sixteen experienced before he died? Secret Court, on the third floor of the Daozang Building, there is a secret method of round light pupils. It's a pity that only when it comes to the foundation building period can the cultivation be able to do it reluctantly.

Senior Brother Lin Ling was a cultivator in the foundation building period, but just now he tried his best to turn the tide, but he was greatly damaged by a purple thunder split, and wanting to know what Lin Sixteen experienced before his death became a vain cry.

Lin Qi reached out to cover Lin Sixteen's eyes with pain and annoyance, stroked his eyelids slightly, waited for a few breaths, let go of his hand, and saw Lin Sixteen's eyes open angrily.

Looking at Lin Sixteen's eyes faintly, Lin Qitan ripped off the storage jade pendant on his waist and stood up, looking left and right at the accompanying disciples.

"You are scattered around, be on guard!"

After Lin Qi finished speaking, he didn't avoid the smell of blood, and sat cross-legged in front of Lin Sixteen's head, staring at Jinglian and Ye Bufan from behind with burning eyes, and did not hide his incomprehension and doubts about Lin Sixteen's death.

I can't help Lin Qi think too much in his heart, a Zen monk, a servant who is only in the spirit gathering period, both of them are safe and sound, but the disciple of the Tiancang Sect's Qi refining period is lying on one side, and the Tao is dead.

Besides, Lin Sixteen is still a distant cousin who is not out of Wufu, and Lin Qi is close to reason in his heart, and he can't turn a blind eye to Lin Sixteen's death.

It's a pity, even if it's heartache and doubts, Lin Qi actually has no clue, if you want to say that Jinglian and Ye Bufan and conspired to stab Lin Sixteen to death, Lin Qi definitely can't believe it, not to mention that the wound between Lin Qi's throat is corroded and festering, it is not the work of ordinary murderers at all, even this kind of thinking itself is a little ridiculous and ridiculous.

But Lin Qi always had some inexplicable thoughts in his heart, Lin Sixteen's death was by no means as simple as it seemed.

Now that he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, and he couldn't use the means he could use, all Lin Qi could think of was to keep an eye on Jing Lian and Ye Bufan to see if the two of them would inadvertently leak some clues of weakness.

His gaze stayed on Jing Lian's emaciated shoulders for a moment, and Lin Qi completely shot his burning gaze towards Ye Bufan's broad shoulders.

The indescribable intuition has always made Lin Qixin feel something, and Lin Sixteen's death is definitely related to this wild cultivator.

The clearing in this forest is an elliptical area of tens of feet, slightly narrow from north to south, and this corner on the west side is particularly remote. At the edge of the sky, a gray band of light crosses the sky, and the filthy forests around the body can already see the shadows of the black and straight trees, around the ice pick, more than ten disciples of the torture court are scattered into a semicircle not far apart, half of the disciples stand tall, and the spirit is on guard in all directions, and the remaining half of the disciples sit cross-legged to recover their spiritual power, depending on the situation, the spiritual energy in the dantian Lingding has been consumed, and the body and mind are like the end of a strong crossbow, and the bow is weak and weak.

The warm yellow light swayed slightly in this corner, and the surrounding was only the silence of the heartbeat.

In the past two moments, Lin Qi's gaze has been falling on Ye Bufan's broad shoulders, and his gaze has changed from the initial scorching to the current cold and deep. Ye Bufan's broad shoulders never shook at all, they were so calm, heavy like a solid rock eroded by wind and frost, but they were immovable.

Is it deliberate, or is it indispensable?

Lin Qi lowered his head, feeling a little helplessly depressed in his heart, and reached out to rub his forehead.

If this Ye Xiu was alone, even if he had no evidence, just relying on his own suspicions, Lin Qi would let him die, there would be no afterlife, no reincarnation. But with the intimacy between Ye Xiu and Venerable Jing Lian sitting and lying together, just with some indescribable intuition, Lin Qi knew that even if he was senior brother Lin Ling, he could only choose to calm things and not make trouble.

This thing is now like a soft thorn stuck in the throat, which cannot be swallowed or spit out, and the stinging is disgusting.

Lin Qiyu was unwilling to move the sea of knowledge, and a wisp of divine sense probed into the storage jade pendant in his hand.

In most of the space of the jade pendant, there were nearly two hundred low-grade spirit stones, more than a dozen dark blue medium-grade spirit stones, a few white jade jade boxes, two green jade fine-necked jade bottles, a colorful jade jade bottle with a big belly and a wide mouth, two books on silk, one was a mountain and sea monster, one was actually a tobacco carrot incense, ten round pearls, five bright light talismans, two water purification talismans, a short sword with a golden sheath and jade handle, and a plain white Taoist shirt and a pink profane clothes.

Jade Perry's things, except for the pink profane clothes, everything looks normal, as for whether there is something missing, except for Lin Sixteen, who has died, maybe only God knows. Lin Qi just reported the idea of giving it a try, wanting to see if Lin Sixteen's storage jade pendant would be empty.

I didn't think that the wild cultivators in front of him would be bold enough to be stupid, and Lin Qi was not disappointed in his heart.

The divine consciousness swept back and forth on the spirit stone, the jade box and the jade bottle, Lin Qi had some secret thoughts in his heart, but after all, he only had some intentions, Lin Qi took a breath, and turned his divine sense to the pink profane clothes.

At first, Lin Qi was just a little unable to cry or laugh, but now under a careful glance, he found an auspicious cloud that was half blocked in the corner of this profane clothes. This obscured auspicious cloud is embroidered with purple jade silkworm silk.

Lin Qi was frightened, and as soon as his divine sense moved, the pink profane clothes appeared in his hand.

Naturally, he looked left and right casually, Lin Qi took advantage of the warm yellow light of the bright light talisman in his left hand, and his right hand slightly pulled the corner of this pink obscene clothes.

A purple auspicious cloud, above the auspicious cloud, three golden peaks, the central peak, embroidered with a very small flower font.

Lin Qi glanced slightly, and looked at the flower character carefully.

"Rong"

Lin Qi's face was pale, and he looked at this character in disbelief, almost wondering if he had hysteria.

In the Tiancang Sect, all the young disciples knew one thing that they should never do, not to touch the personal disciple of the sect master, one of the three sons of Tiancang, and the disciple of the deacon of the Law Academy—Lin Ling's heart was an undying taboo.

This taboo is a silver-haired nun.

The adopted daughter of the sect leader Lin Aotian - Lin Wanrong.

This pink profane dress that Lin Wanrong was wearing closely, if it was handed over to Lin Ling, would be enough for Lin Ling to crush Lin Sixteen's corpse and scatter ashes, and it would also implicate his future cultivation path.

Lin Qi's face became more and more pale, the pink profane clothes in his hand were like a scorching charcoal fire, he put the profane clothes in the palm of his hand three or two times, his neck stiffly looked left and right, he didn't see anything abnormal about the disciples of the torture court, and he was slightly relieved in his heart.

With the fireball technique, this dirty garment can be burned into ashes in an instant, Lin Qi thought about it but didn't make a move, he didn't dare to make any eye-catching movements now. Immediately, he was ruthless, and his consciousness moved, and he put the pink obscene clothes into his storage jade pendant.

After a moment of stabilization, Lin Qi slowly regained his composure, he turned his head to look at Lin Sixteen's angry eyes, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, his heart was full of distracting thoughts, and he didn't know whether it was joy, sorrow, bitterness, or happiness, and then turned back to look at Ye Bufan's broad shoulders, Lin Qi was suddenly bored, and suddenly lost his insistence on finding out why Lin Sixteen died.

Quietly looking at the sky in the distance, Lin Qi looked forward to the time when the sky was bright, he took a deep breath, threw the bright light talisman in his hand to the ground beside him, calmed down, eliminated distracting thoughts, and began to recover the lost aura.

For a moment, Lin Qijin meditated.

Ye Bufan waited for a while, his body was still unshakable, but he was facing the dark and empty face, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

A wisp of spiritual sense gently poked into the storage bag in his chest.

In the storage bag lay three cyan jade plates that once belonged to Lin Sixteen, and ten dark blue medium-grade spirit stones.

There was also a rusty dagger freshly stained with blood.

Seal your throat with a sword and cut off evil thoughts!