In fact, the murderer of Qing'er did not go far, she hid in a corner under the high wall behind her, watching several servants chase into the distance in the night.

After waiting for a while, making sure that there was no one nearby, she bent down and ran towards an alley not far away.

On one side of the alley, in an uninhabited courtyard, a black horse was tethered.

Quickly changing into a black night robe, revealing a gray monk's robe inside, she led the horse out unhurriedly.

When the other "killer" arranged by Master Bao made a big fuss in the mansion, she had already come to the back door of Qinglian Nunnery.

A little nun who is also dressed in monk's robes is waiting here.

"Senior Sister Kongyun, you, are you back?" The little nun greeted her and looked curiously at the middle-figured and good-looking senior brother in front of her.

"Hasn't the master slept yet?" The nun, known as Kongyun, handed the horse to the little nun and asked casually.

"Master Cizhu asked me to wait here for you to come back, and I came to ask in person just now, it is estimated that I haven't slept yet, and Senior Sister can go over by herself." The little nun replied.

Kong Yun nodded and walked into the courtyard.

In the meditation room where Cizhu was, there were still candles lit.

Cizhu sat on top of the grass futon, seemingly still chanting with her eyes closed.

"Kong Yun, are you back?" Hearing the footsteps, Cizhu didn't open her eyes, but her lips moved and asked.

"The disciple was ordered by the master to go to the government office, and he has completely sealed the mouth of the palace maid named Qing'er." Kong Yun replied.

"Is it going well?"

"Everything went very well."

Cizhu suddenly opened her eyes at this time, as if she was a little surprised that Kong Yun killed Qing'er so easily.

"That bag of blackheads is not the slightest bit guarded?" She asked.

"There were only two officials on duty, and they were avoided by the disciples." Kong Yun was a little smug.

Cizhu's sparse eyebrows staggered up and down a few times with the blink of his eyes, and he suddenly stood up, patted Kong Yun's shoulder, and said, "The most trusted person in the life of the poor nun - Kong Yun Ye." ”

A smile immediately bloomed on Kongyun's face.

"Disciple, thank you master for many years of cultivation."

"Well, I guess I'm tired, drink some tea and go to rest early." Cizhu pointed to a cup of strong tea on the table and said.

"Obey the teacher's orders." Kong Yun replied.

Presumably really thirsty, Kong Yun drank the tea without hesitation.

"Disciple takes his leave."

Cizhu didn't speak, just stared at Kongyun's face and nodded.

Kong Yun returned to her room and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Cizhu did not rest, but walked out of the door and called the little nun who had just been guarding the door.

"Early tomorrow morning, you send Kong Yun to the city."

"To the city?" The little nun was shocked, "But, is that place?" ”

"Yes." Cizhu didn't explain, just nodded.

The little nun's face became a little pale, obviously she had something to say, but looking at Cizhu's appearance, she didn't dare to say anything.

Shortly after dawn, the little nun walked into Kong Yun's room, helped Kong Yun who was still lying on the bed up, and shook her head at Kong Yun's dead face.

"Senior Sister Kongyun, don't blame me, this is all the master's idea, the master thinks there is no way, I hope the matter ends soon, I will return to my temple as soon as possible." As he spoke, he helped Kong Yun out of the house.

Kongyun's eyes looked empty and dazed, and he just followed the little nun mechanically.

In the courtyard, the carriage was ready.

At the gate of Chuzhou City, a few nearby officers and soldiers were temporarily added today to check on passers-by.

When the little nun came to the city gate with Kong Yun, she was also stopped.

"But is it the little master of Qinglian Nunnery again?"

"Back to the official, the little masters are going to the city to do the rituals." The coachman replied.

The soldiers were probably accustomed to the nuns who had entered the city these days, and symbolically lifted the curtain to take a look, and then waved their hands to let them go.

The little nun in the car let out a sigh of relief and straightened the bare head that Kongyun was leaning on her shoulder.

The car sped up, passed through several alleys, and stopped at the door of a house.

The courtyard door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary clothes walked out.

"But Master Cizhu sent someone over again?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Hugh asks more." The coachman jumped out of the car, lifted the curtain, and asked the little nun to help Kong Yun get out of the car, and said to the middle-aged man in a cold tone.

A few people walked into the courtyard.

"Are those people still there?" The coachman asked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly: "It's all here, it's just that there were two sudden illnesses with thin bodies yesterday, and the villain has transferred them to other places, if they can't heal themselves, they will be secretly disposed of in the future." ”

The coachman seemed unhappy with the middle-aged man's answer.

"You should also be more restrained in the future, the master handed over these women to you to protect, just to help me and wait for his big things in the future, but you only care about enjoying the beauty behind closed doors, beware of being detected by the master, and asking for your life." The coachman said.

The middle-aged man shrunk his neck.

"The villain is wronged."

"Phew!" didn't pay attention, the little nun who was holding the empty water suddenly pursed her mouth and spat at the middle-aged man, muttering something in a low voice.

The middle-aged man wiped a handful of liquid from his face, and he didn't care, just looked at the expressionless Kongyun, as if this lifeless individual was what he was interested in.

"Lead the way." The coachman took over from the little nun to support Kong Yun and instructed the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man pushed open the door.

The room was messy, full of all kinds of garbage, exuding a disgusting smell, and if it weren't for the fact that there was still a trace of heat on the bed near the corner, indicating that the owner had just gotten up, who would have thought that there were still people living here.

The middle-aged man moved the bed to the side, revealing a thick plank underneath.

The planks are fastened to one side of the wall with a rope.

Probably because I was worried that the air below would be thin and cause death over time, the gaps between the planks and the sides of the hole were so wide that you could even smell a strange smell coming from below.

The planks were opened, and the light of an oil lamp floated up from below.

The coachman looked down, covered his nose and retracted his head, signaling for the middle-aged man to take Kongyun down by himself.

The middle-aged man patted Kong Yun's slightly thin back.

Kongyun's body shook, and he followed the middle-aged man silently, walking down the steps that were not steep with zombie-like steps.

The place was built very strongly, the gaps between the bluestone and the bluestone were carefully stuffed with earth, and two logs with a diameter of forty or fifty centimeters were stripped of their bark and supported in a huge underground space.

It's full of people.

No, to be exact, it was full of women who showed no signs of life like Kongyun.

And most of these women are nuns with bare heads. There are only two layman women with very long hair and dirt between their hairs.

When they entered, they were eating. It really can't be called eating, it can only be said that a group of stupid women are snatching food, and no one looks back when they hear footsteps.

In fact, even if they wanted to look at it, they had to twist their whole bodies, stiff like tree stumps controlled by external forces.

Some people died, but not completely......