"Brother Tu Yu, why are you here?" Feng Chenghuang felt a little strange when he saw Tu Yu in Xianyin Square.

When Tu Yu saw Feng Chenghuang and Huanqing, he felt like he had seen a savior, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "I am really lucky today, I met Brother Lou first, and now I meet you again, tell me how to go on Liufang Street!"

It turned out that after Tu Yu came out of the hollow temple in the west of the city, he asked all the way to the Xianyin Square in the north of the city, and when he met the two of them, he could finally end his journey.

"Liufang Street?" Feng Chenghuang and Huanqing looked at each other, not knowing why.

"Isn't it, you two even forgot?" Tu Yu stepped forward and saw that Huanqing's makeup hadn't been removed, so he asked, "Hmm, your face is not right, is it uncomfortable?"

Huan Qing glared at Tu Yu, and said, "I guessed, you must have recorded 'Sifang Street' as 'Liufang Street', right?"

Tu Yu was still obsessed and said: "What is Sifang Street, the place I am looking for is the place we went to yesterday!"

The two of them felt that it was difficult to persuade Tu Yu for a while, and Huan Qing said helplessly: "It just so happens that I have nothing to do, I'll send you over!"

"Why is it so troublesome, you can just tell me the direction of Liufang Street!" Seeing that Tu Yu was still chattering, Huan Qing directly pushed him away, and glanced at Feng Chenghuang helplessly before leaving.

"Ah Huang, aren't you going?" Tu Yu asked while being pushed away, "Anyway, you are all gone, will you go with you?"

Feng Chenghuang didn't speak, just smiled and shook his head.

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North of the city, Inthankstown.

After Feng Chenghuang talked to Lin Dongyin before, he had the idea of asking people about life and death, and now that the Thankless Temple is nearby, he should naturally not miss it.

This ungrateful temple is indeed as Huanqing said, it is also a place with a lot of people, and it will enter the fog in a few days, and the monks of the temple are distributing food and clothing to the people, and the poor families in Luofan City are gathered here to wait in line at this moment.

However, although they are poor households, the dress of these people actually does not pull anything down, Feng Chenghuang can't help but feel that even the poor people in this Luofan City are relatively rich compared to the poor people in other places.

Then, Feng Chenghuang stepped into the main hall.

Living up to its reputation, the main hall alone is covered with reddish-brown deer fat stones, and in front of the gilded Buddha statue directly opposite there are three square carpets in order: they are made of the flocculent of the moon tree, silver phoenix feathers and soft gold thread, needless to say, they are all valuable materials. On both sides of the main hall, there are various large Arhat gold statues placed in order, creating lifelike and different expressions. However, Feng Chenghuang didn't pay attention to anything else, just quietly observed the huge pure gold Buddha statue in front of him.

The Buddha statue frowned.

To be precise, it looked very uncomfortable, as if it was asking a question, as if it wanted to say something, as if it was eager and as if it was sad.

"Why did you make the Buddha statue look like this?" Feng Chenghuang felt strange, but what was even more strange was that this look made him feel an indescribable panic in his heart, and he stared at it for a while, then shifted his gaze.

A monk walked over, didn't say anything, handed Feng Chenghuang a stick of red incense, and motioned him to come forward to worship the Buddha.

Feng Chenghuang had long heard that most Buddhist temples had a fixed rule: believers should light three sticks of incense to worship when they entered a certain main hall for the first time, while those who were not believers only needed to light one incense.

So, Feng Chenghuang took the red incense handed to him by the monk and bowed in front of the Buddha. Immediately, the monk spoke: "The donor came straight to the main hall, it should not be an ordinary tourist or pilgrim, right?"

There are too many people coming and going, coming in and out, and it is reasonable for the monks to see at a glance that Feng Chenghuang's intention to come here. Feng Chenghuang saluted and said bluntly: "I do have some doubts and want to ask the master of your temple, I wonder if he is free now?"

In fact, Feng Chenghuang had already noticed in his heart that the scale of the Thankless Temple was not the same as he imagined before, it should be said that it was far larger and more formal than he imagined, and probably as the host, the grace would not show his face easily.

"Master Hades is handing out clothes outside the hall, and I'll go and do it for him. The monk said this, and bowed and took his leave.

Feng Chenghuang looked over and saw that the monk said a few words to a monk who was delivering clothes to poor households, and the monk walked over to Feng Chenghuang.

The people of Luo Fancheng are always unpredictable.

This monk is naturally Shen En, he is dressed plainly, his expression is comfortable, he is about fifty or sixty years old, but after only walking a few steps, Feng Chenghuang can see that although he has a strong gait, one leg seems to be a little slightly disabled, but he himself obviously does not care.

The two met and saluted each other.

"I see that the donor's face is extraordinary, and the general question should be that there is no need to teach others," Ming En learned from the disciple that Feng Chenghuang came here to solve his doubts, so he said: "What the donor wants to ask is a matter of life and death, right?"

Indeed, Feng Chenghuang is also well-informed, and he will not have a problem stumping him easily, but Shen En can see this at a glance, which shows his ability to observe people's appearances.

Feng Chenghuang nodded and said, "It's indeed a matter of life and death." Feng Chenghuang paused, thinking about how to ask. Shen En was not in a hurry to answer, he knew that Feng Chenghuang needed some time.

"What I want to ask is," after a while, Feng Chenghuang said: "If the death of some people can make more people's lives better, or even save more people's lives, then ......" Although Feng Chenghuang thought for a while, this question still couldn't be fully asked.

But he already understood what he meant, but he was not in a hurry to answer, but said, "I saw that the donor was staring at the Buddha statue, and I dared to ask what the donor saw?"

Feng Chenghuang didn't understand this question.

"This Buddha statue was donated to the temple a few years ago by the Castle Order of Luo Fancheng," said Ming En, "The main casting material is the 'macaron' that only the southern Buddha country has, and this stone can produce corresponding texture changes according to the changes in the viewer's mood and consciousness, so the Buddha statue that everyone sees in their eyes is slightly different." ”

"I see. Feng Chenghuang said in his heart, no wonder the Buddha statue he saw just now had such a peculiar expression. So he asked, "The Buddha statue I just saw seems to be a little sad...... No, as if to tell me something, dare you ask what does that mean?"

"......" Grace was silent for no reason for some reason, and then spoke: "The reason why 'machinstone' is called 'machin' is because the illusion it conjures up is often born from the emotions in the viewer's heart, but when the viewer himself has doubts in his heart, it is also ......."

"Abbot!"

Halfway through his speech, a disciple hurriedly ran over, as if he was in a hurry, and said to him: "Abbot, there are officers and soldiers, Liao Han takes ......"

"Search it. Suddenly I heard Liao Han's voice.

Then dozens of officers and soldiers entered the Inthanksgiving Temple in an orderly and rapid manner, and without saying a word, they began to search everywhere. Several of Liao Han's subordinates said a word to the people who came to receive relief, and the people also dispersed in a hurry.

"......" things came suddenly, and both Ming'en and Feng Chenghuang were a little surprised.

Liao Han did not hesitate at all, walked directly to the Grace of the Shadows, and said to the Grace: "Master don't be confused, I caught a prisoner named Fox San a few days ago, after interrogation, I suspect that his identity is related to your temple, so I came to disturb without prior notice, please bear with me." ”

After that, Liao Han glanced at Feng Chenghuang on the side, and Feng Chenghuang nodded to him.

Liao Hanlai began to search without saying a word, and Shen En turned from shock to anger: "Let's not say that this temple has nothing to do with this person called Fox San, I would like to know what Lord Liao wants to find in this temple?"

"Ghost poison. ”

“！”

Liao Han said three words seemingly casually, but his face changed greatly.

"Oni poison" is not a specific term for a certain poison, but a general term for all poisons that can transform living beings into evil spirits. However, no matter what kind of ghost poison it is, as long as it is found that it is only one gram secretly, it is a felony that will definitely lose his head, so it is not without reason that Stygian is so surprised.

The reason why Liao Han came to search for this poison was because the powerful evil aura exuded from Hu San's body was a manifestation of this poison, and then after Huang Xuan's speculation - Hu San was very likely to come from a place where poor people gathered, and the poor households of various identities in the Ingratitude Temple could be said to be endless, Liao Han guessed that there were clues related to Hu San's identity hidden here.

However, just by guessing, Liao Han dared to bring someone to search directly, is it a bit reckless?

"Lord Liao, I found it!"

A searching soldier said, and then handed Liao Han a packet of dark red powder.

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"Haha, this is it!"

On the other side, under the leadership of Huanqing, Tu Yu finally came to Sifang Street, he looked up at the stone archway, and smiled without shame: "Sure enough, it's Sifang Street! I don't know which fool told me that this place is called Liufang Street!"

Huan Qing glanced at him with disgust and said, "We got to Sifang Street, and then what are you going to do?"

"Of course I found that big man," Tu Yu looked around and said to Huanqing, "Do you know where he is?"

Tu Yu's grinning appearance made Huan Qing feel angry and funny, and said, "How do I know?

"Ah, smart!" Tu Yu exclaimed at Huanqing, and walked into the street without saying a word.

Looking at Tu Yu's back, Huan Qing shook her head helplessly and followed.

Today's Sifang Street is still full of people, and Tu Yu has been squeezing in the crowd along the way, but he doesn't care, but this is a pain for Huanqing behind, the dance clothes on her body have not been changed, and it is difficult to keep up with Tu Yu's footsteps. Tu Yu's pace was very fast, and it didn't take long to arrive at the place where he wrestled his wrists that day, but there was no Ding Yu here, and the stall that day had been replaced by a vendor selling all kinds of books.

"Hey, do you know where the big guy who used to set up a stall here has gone?" Tu Yu asked the vendor, his tone still grinning.

The peddler was very unhappy when he heard this, and glanced at Tu Yu and said, "'Hey' what', 'Hey', who are you? Why do you just ask where others are!"

"You kid is very arrogant!" Tu Yu was rarely contradicted, so he said: "I need to tell you my identity when I inquire about things?" I am ......" Tu Yu was about to say the word "ranger", but he touched his waist, but found -

The Soul Seal is gone.

Tu Yu was startled at first, but immediately remembered that many of the people he had just bumped into seemed to have a chance to steal his seal, so he quickly looked around.

"What are you!?" The peddler didn't give up, and still asked: "I've seen a lot of people like you, and I think I'm terrible if I'm taller, but I'm the famous 'Spring Painting Chen' on Sifang Street, don't you want to leave easily today!"

It turned out that the hawker's books were all obscene spring paintings, but Tu Yu didn't pay attention to the hawker's idleness, but concentrated on looking around.

"Did you hear me, I said, don't want to leave easily today!"

Got it.

Tu Yu saw a black shadow that slightly emitted aura flashing in the crowd in the distance, and he immediately launched the "Shura", and the flames suddenly ignited all over his body.

"Boom!"

In an instant, Tu Yu jumped onto the roof on the side and began to chase after the black shadow.

The crowd that was originally crowded on Sifang Street immediately dispersed when they saw this scene, and many people began to shout, Huanqing didn't know what was happening in front of her, and she began to be anxious, she was ruthless, ripped off a section of her long sleeves and skirt, and quickly chased forward.

Only the book vendor looked at the burning spring painting book in front of him with wide eyes, and was speechless in surprise.