"Thank you, Lord Tadamu, for saving me."

"It's just that the concubine doesn't remember anything."

"I just remember that day, it seems that I met a mysterious man."

"But what happened, it's all forgotten."

Miss Mengqin said with a sigh, which made Chu Qianqiu frown.

The other party is also a master, at least a strong person in the visible realm.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and the dream donor is also a strong person in the late congenital stage, and his memory should not be erased."

"It is only possible to achieve this level unless the dream donor cooperates."

Shangguang Zen Master is worthy of being an old Jianghu, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

Martial artists have advanced to the late innate stage, and basically have the ability to resist the spiritual erosion of martial arts masters, they can be killed, but it is difficult to be controlled.

Chu Qianqiu was able to use Si Ming Xingjun to control the instructors, tell the secrets in his heart, and he was able to use the Jizo Bodhisattva to erase the memories in Qing Fen's mind.

That's because they haven't opened the bridge between heaven and earth and started to condense their spiritual power.

As for erasing the memory, it would be even more difficult, if Qing Fen was unwilling to cooperate, even if it was a martial arts peak like Chu Qianqiu, a grandmaster of the Divine Soul Realm, although he could do it, it would take a little more effort.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a mess for the manifest master to tamper with the spiritual memory everywhere.

"I don't remember the concubine."

"Maybe the concubine is for her life, so she promised to let people erase her memory."

Miss Mengqin still shook her head, as if she was afraid of the martial arts master who could control her.

"So, Miss Mengqin, do you remember when it happened?"

Chu Qianqiu asked steadily, as long as the time and place are still there, the enemy will not be able to escape from the palm of his hand.

"It was about three days ago."

"At that time, the Governor came to visit and wanted to listen to the Night Boat."

"After the concubine sang a song, the governor wept, saying that he hoped that after his death, the concubine would come to his mourning hall and sing a song for him."

The concubine didn't understand what she meant, but she also smiled and agreed.

"After the Governor left, the concubine seemed to have encountered something and forgot what happened later."

"Except for the addition of a [Fire De Xingjun] martial artist in my mind, I don't know why."

Miss Mengqin said with some embarrassment that she was running in Fengzhou, and she did not specialize in receiving young talents like the person in charge of Tianyinmen in other state capitals, but really used the piano to meet friends.

The only best friend is the infamous governor of the Windy State.

"I see."

"This is very likely that the enemy actually laid an ambush first, trying to use Miss Mengqin to achieve his ulterior purpose."

Chu Qianqiu frowned slightly, and didn't have much of an idea.

This Fire De Xingjun is the fire god of the Daomen.

And the exercises that can condense the martial arts of [Huo De Xingjun] are the most famous ones that are the "Nine Fire Luo Heavenly Recipes" of Daxia [Taixuanzong].

In this way, according to common sense, it is speculated that the death of the governor of Fengzhou is related to Great Xia.

But it does not correspond to the current reality.

After all, the Yi Dao people of Tianji Pavilion can all cultivate the "Nine Heavens Imperial Thunder True Formula" of the Yuxiao Sect, so it is not surprising that another manifest master can cultivate the "Nine Flames Luo Heavenly Formula".

Chu Qianqiu and Shangguang Zen Master quickly reached an agreement, leaving Miss Mengqin by his side to see what tricks the enemy had.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south."

"Since Miss Mengqin is involved in this matter, she is in danger."

"Why don't you go with Lao Wei and the others to protect the girl's safety?"

"This?"

"In this way, the little girl will have Master Lao and Master Zhongwu."

Miss Mengqin hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed.

"Tonight, then, let's investigate the mystery of the Governor's death."

……

Doge's Palace, Mourning Hall, late at night

Chu Qianqiu and his party appeared in front of the mourning hall.

Steward Qin lit seven hundred and forty-nine white candles for the governor, kowtowed seven times in a row, and wept bitterly.

"Master, the soul is back."

"Tonight, the old slave will offend the old man and open the coffin for an autopsy. Wash away the grievances of the master. ”

"If the master has a spirit in the sky, please bless the old slave and find the real murderer."

Chu Qianqiu and Miss Mengqin were silent, while Zen Master Shangguang pinched the Buddha beads in his hand and recited a mantra for the Governor.

Although this Governor is not a good thing, and he has unspeakable responsibilities for this Fengzhou erosion, since he is dead, it is also appropriate to read two sentences for him.

"Steward Qin, open the coffin for an autopsy."

"Yes, Tadamu-sama."

Steward Qin is also a martial arts master, a figure in the late congenital stage, and it is not in vain that Governor Qin has spent decades of hard work to cultivate, and the coffin lid of hundreds of catties is handled lightly.

Qin Bai, the governor of Fengzhou, lay quietly in the officialdom.

"The old man comes first." Shangguang Zen Master was cautious, and in order to prevent the coffin from being cheated, he went first, explored the way for Chu Qianqiu, and attached himself to the body of Governor Qin Bai with a cloth bag.

Luo Han possessed, and the cold body of Governor Qin Bai seemed to be nourished by true qi, and gradually had a trace of blood, no longer looking like a cold corpse.

Zen Master Shangguang was doing a full body examination of Governor Qin Bai to prevent him from being tampered with.

"Steward Qin, haven't you asked someone to tidy up the appearance of the Governor?"

Chu Qianqiu watched from a distance and found that the expression on the face of the Governor was extremely hideous, as if he had experienced great pain before he died, and it was like a dried corpse, more than a living corpse.

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It's hard to understand that he has only been dead for three days.

"Naturally, I asked someone to sort it out, or did the Zen master who never sleeps make it by himself, so that adults can get peace and joy."

"How could the master show such a painful expression?"

Steward Qin was taken aback, Zen Master Buye enjoyed a very high reputation in Fengzhou, and he had always been the elder in charge of the funeral at the King Kong Temple.

There are two sides to things, and the most useful thing about "The Great Sage Joy Zen" is not the love of men and women, although it gets its name from this.

The most useful thing about this practice is that it allows a dying person to leave the world in a painless way.

Great joy, great bliss, great liberation.

This is the real purpose of the King Kong Temple in ancient times, the establishment of this martial arts, and later in the process of improvement, gradually went to the wrong path, but this role is still intact in Fengzhou.

Therefore, after the death of the governor, the Qin steward went to the King Kong Temple to pray, hoping that after the master left, he could also get peace, and the Zen master of the night took action personally.

Who would have thought that the old man's expression would be so painful?

"The old man didn't find out what was wrong, and the Governor was indeed dead." Zen Master Shangguang carefully examined it, put it down, and said with some sighs.

"Let me try it over there."

Chu Qianqiu nodded, summoned the Jizo Bodhisattva, and stretched out the Buddha's hand to the Governor, ready to appease his remaining divine soul and ask him about the events of the day.

At this moment, the Governor suddenly opened his eyes, aimed at Chu Qianqiu, opened his mouth, and shouted:

"Return to the ruins!"