On the endless grassland, two figures drove slowly northward on horseback.

After Chu Zhao and Jingxin disposed of the corpse with everyone, they said goodbye to the Nuha family, and before leaving, they told them to leave quickly, go as east as possible, and try to avoid the cavalry of the Tota Banner, because this kind of thing is not only killed by Jingxin.

The rescued Nuha and the escorted people were very grateful to the pure heart, but behind this gratitude, Chu Zhao saw something else.

Fear.

That's right, the fear of purification.

More than 20 cavalrymen were killed cleanly and neatly, like slaughtering chickens and sheep, without any softness, sophisticated techniques, and calmness chilling.

"Are you blaming the little monk for being too ruthless?"

Since leaving Noha's house, the two have basically not communicated all the way, and Jingxin is alone in a panic and speaks.

Chu Zhao shook his head when he heard this.

"Nope. ”

"Really?"

"There doesn't seem to be any need to lie to you about this kind of thing, it's just a little uncomfortable. ”

"To me?" Pure Heart pointed to himself.

Chu Zhao nodded.

More than 20 cavalrymen were killed, if it was placed on someone else, Chu Zhao didn't feel anything, but if it was placed on Jingxin, it made him very uncomfortable, and the reason may be because Jingxin is a monk, a monk is so decisive in killing, the contrast and impact on him is too great.

"Saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the little monk saved more than 100 people at once, which is a great result. Jingxin smiled absentmindedly: "Killing twenty people and saving more than one hundred people, the good fruit is greater than the killing, and after a hundred years, I will go to the West Heaven Bliss." ”

Chu Zhao sighed, how could such a thing be calculated like this?

"You're such a blind guy. ”

Jingxin put up the curtain and looked at an eagle under the blue sky.

"You and I meet in the water, and gentlemen can be friends. ”

"You have your story, I have my life, there's no need to dig deep and find out. ”

Chu Zhao looked at the pure heart and thought it was true.

Jingxin watched the eagle fly farther and farther, and suddenly changed the topic: "Why don't we race horses?" ”

Chu Zhao breathed a long sigh of relief, his mood quickly calmed down, and said, "Then compare with each other!"

As he spoke, the two raised their whips, and the horses exerted their limbs and ran wantonly on the grassland.

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There is a Dongpo Mountain outside the east of Chong'an City, the capital of Anzhou, the mountain is not high, the scenery is also ordinary, but there is a large-scale Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, this view is the Taoist Gate - Changchun Temple.

Changchun view is the famous Taoist view of Anzhou, although the construction is ordinary, even a little old, but in the Taoist gate and the hearts of the people have a pivotal position.

The Changchun Temple, which has never been closed all year round, suddenly closed on this ordinary day in the eyes of the people, and all guests and tourists are not allowed to visit.

The huge Changchun Temple was shrouded in a layer of gloom, and more than ten people in different colors of Taoist robes in the main hall were standing or sitting, depressed and frowning.

On the first case, an ordinary Daomen broken sword was lying quietly, and the blade was stained with dried blood, which was worrying.

In the first place, Chu Zhao's second uncle, the master of Qingshan Guanguan, and Wang Wenqing, the helmsman of the Dao Gate, was dressed in a white Taoist robe, his eyes fell on the broken sword, and his expression was complicated.

The quiet hall can be heard of falling needles, and no one wants to break or dare not break this suffocating quiet atmosphere.

Under Wang Wenqing, all the important figures of the Daoist faction were there, and everyone present was a Taoist faction with great power and strength, but at this time, when Wang Wenqing did not speak, no one dared to make a good claim.

I don't know how long it has been, Wang Wenqing's not loud voice resounded in the hall.

"Senior Brother Song encountered an accident at the border when he was chasing the ghost, and his life and death are uncertain, what do you think about this matter?"

"If there is no foreign aid from the ghost, the senior brother of Song will never encounter an accident, this matter must be inseparable from the Buddhism, even if the Buddhism does not know, it is also related to the ghost Li that fled to the Buddhism of the senior brother, when the old Tao came, the head of the sect had specially advised, hoping that the head of the law would be sent by me Taiqing to Tubo to deal with this matter. ”

Opposite Wang Wenqing, an old man in a cyan robe said excitedly.

This person is an elder of the Taiqing faction, and he has a bad relationship with Song Zhenji, the master of Changchun Guanguan, who also belongs to the branch of the Taiqing faction.

As soon as the old man's words fell, the rest of the people deeply agreed.

Although it happened in Dafeng, it was impossible if there was no Buddhism in it.

But this matter is difficult to deal with, and it is difficult to do it if it does not happen in Tubo, and it is difficult to be convincing to question Buddhism with such a vigorous attitude, not to mention that the slightest carelessness in this matter will cause the two religions to fight each other and bring the originally relaxed relationship back to the freezing point.

Wang Wenqing, as the helmsman of the Daomen, every decision is related to the prestige of the Daomen, and now the matter about Song Zhenji is speculation, and without evidence, he cannot make a decision without authorization.

The cunning ghost gave Wang Wenqing a problem.

If it is not resolved, not only will Daomen lose a respected true person, but also dissatisfaction will appear within the sect.

Wang Wenqing glanced at everyone present, and said solemnly: "Before you have the evidence, you must not act rashly, Senior Brother Jin, it is better for you to work hard, secretly go to Tubo, and investigate the whole story." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes fell on a middle-aged Taoist priest in the last seat, the Taoist priest had thick eyebrows and big eyes, good looks, and heroic spirit.

The middle-aged Taoist priest known as Senior Brother Jin is Song Zhenji's junior brother, the second master of Changchun Guan, this person seems to have expected it, got up and saluted, and said, "Senior Brother respectfully obeys the decree of the teachings. ”

"Senior Brother Jin alone is inevitably lacking in security, Senior Brother Feng can send Taiqing to send capable disciples to assist Senior Brother Jin, since it is a secret act, the number should be small and fine, you two senior brothers discuss it on your own. Wang Wenqing arranged.

The Taiqing faction was very dissatisfied with the secret investigation of this matter, thinking that it was too conservative and timid, but the decree had not been changed, and although he was a little annoyed, he still obeyed the order.

After everything was arranged, in the backyard of Changchun Guan, Wang Wenqing and Senior Brother Jin had a private conversation at the pavilion.

After learning that Senior Brother Song had an accident, Lao Dao always had a bad premonition in his heart. ”

Senior Brother Jin poured a cup of tea for Wang Wenqing, his eyes narrowed slightly, he was silent for a while, and said, "Senior Brother Jin thinks that the two of them went to Tubo and Northern Mongolia respectively thirty years ago not to save their lives, but to do it on purpose?"

"If that's the case, it's terrible. ”

Wang Wenqing sighed with emotion.

"Thirty years ago, they could become lost dogs, and thirty years later, they were the same, and they did not participate in the battle that year, and the younger brother has always regretted it. As soon as the words fell, Senior Brother Jin remembered something and asked, "I heard that the little junior brother is in Tibet, and I don't know if I can meet him here." ”

When Wang Wenqing heard the three words of the little junior brother, he smiled knowingly and said: "A few years ago, I was in Tibet, and now I must be in Northern Mongolia." ”

"Beimeng? He's been looking for something like that all these years, and I don't know if he's got it. ”

Wang Wenqing took a sip of tea and didn't answer, but he really missed his little junior brother in his heart.