"The thief still dares to speak cleverly and deceive the prince! General Ben came to kill the rebels at the behest of the prince! This person, you dare to say that you don't know him?"

Zhou Mingguang held up the edict given to him by Qin Sang, waved his hand violently, and his personal entourage took out a good human head from his baggage and threw it over.

Abbot Yuanzhen's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly took the head, and his hands shook suddenly.

The monks behind him knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, some called Master and some called Master.

Zhou Mingguang turned a blind eye and spread out a piece of silk cloth.

"Xuanji Temple, the first seat of the Luohan Hall, the law name Yuanjue! Hmph! This person is in the first high position, but he is willing to be a puppet of the emperor, and he almost ruined the prince's big thing, and was killed on the spot. The human and material evidence is there, the evidence is conclusive, what else does the thief and the bald donkey have to say!"

"Nonsense!"

A great monk stared at his blood-red eyes and gritted his teeth, "Master is a congenital master, with you thieves, you can never be Master's opponent! What kind of poisonous trick did you use to harm my master!"

Hearing the words of the great monk, Zhou Mingguang glanced at Qin Sang silently.

"Anti-thief?"

Zhou Mingguang almost laughed out loud, and said gloomily: "It seems that the puppet emperor lackey of Xuanji Temple is definitely not only a monk Yuanjue, everyone listens to the order, let me enter the temple to search, and those who dare to disobey will be killed!"

Suddenly, the golden drums sounded in unison, and the armor sounded.

The monks of the temple formed a battle formation, and it seemed that they were going to resist to the end.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and the slaughter was extreme.

At this time, Abbot Yuanzhen suddenly closed his eyes, looked up to the sky and sighed, and solemnly handed the head in his hand to the monk beside him.

"Amitabha. ”

Abbot Yuanzhen took a step, "General Zhou, Senior Brother Yuanjue left the Great Sui to travel the world, and has not returned for ten years, he should have just returned to the Great Sui, he didn't know the truth, and was deceived by the puppet emperor for a while, and the monks of Xuanji Temple could never be the puppet emperor's minions, please General Zhou Mingjian." ”

"Abbot!"

Seeing that the abbot of Yuanzhen actually had the intention of pleading guilty and receiving punishment, the monks of Xuanji Temple were shocked.

Qin Sang was pleased that the abbot of Yuanzhen could get acquainted, and it was best if he didn't make a move.

Zhou Mingguang's tone was slightly slower, "The abbot is a monk, he is highly respected, and he must not be able to speak." However, there are many monks in the Xuanji Temple, and it is inevitable that the good and the bad are uneven, in case there are puppet emperor's minions hidden in it, and what do they do to implicate the Hangji Temple, isn't it beautiful? The abbot does not have to worry, this general will definitely restrain all the soldiers and generals, only catch the puppet emperor's minions, and will never kill innocent people indiscriminately. ”

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Scripture Pavilion.

Qin Sang looked up at the seven-story pagoda in front of him, he has admired this place for a long time, legend has it that the martial arts are all out of Shaolin, and the Shaolin mastery is in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which can be said to be the holy place in the hearts of everyone who has read martial arts novels.

However, Qin Sang knew that the scripture pavilion of the Hanging Ji Temple was just a disguise, and there was no superior martial arts in it, only Buddhist scriptures.

The real treasure trove is not here.

Qin Sang turned his head and looked at the abbot Yuanzhen who was sitting on the ground and reciting Buddhist scriptures silently in the distance.

All the monks of Xuanji Temple were restrained by the abbot of Yuanzhen in the Daxiong Treasure Hall and surrounded by crossbowmen.

And the abbot of Yuanzhen watched the soldiers empty the treasury of the Hanging Ji Temple, and boxes of gold and silver treasures were moved down the mountain like water, and he was still able to have no sorrow or joy, which is really good qualitative.

Zhou Mingguang strode over, swept his eyes, pointed to an inconspicuous path behind the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and shouted: "There is still a road here! Someone, bring a team of soldiers over, search me carefully, let go of a traitor, and cut off your heads!"

Abbot Yuanzhen's face changed slightly, and he dodged in front of him, "General Zhou can't, the front is the retreat place of the patriarch of this temple, don't disturb it!"

Zhou Mingguang snorted coldly, "Bullshit Patriarch, if you don't search carefully, who knows who it is?" The abbot is so weak-hearted, can't the people inside see the light?"

"You!"

The palm of the abbot Yuanzhen holding the Buddha beads burst out, and a bunch of sawdust flowed between his fingers.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! I ask General Zhou to search carefully and clear the grievances of this temple! However, the old monk has something to ask for, there is indeed a patriarch of the temple in the cliff, and he also asks the general to be accommodating, so that the old monk can go and ask the ancestor to go out of the customs first, so as not to disturb the ancestor's skills and make a big mistake. ”

Zhou Mingguang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the abbot of Yuanzhen who was almost forced just now was furious, his back was almost soaked in cold sweat, and he waved his hand again and again: "Abbot, please." ”

The abbot of Yuanzhen was in front, Zhou Mingguang followed with soldiers, and after a short time, he turned around a stone forest and saw a mountain cliff.

There are countless stone carvings on the cliff, and there are once dignitaries, virtuous monks, martial arts celebrities, and there are also articles for everyone. At the foot of the mountain, there is a row of stone steps upward, connected to a stone path across the cliff, and the rows of Buddhist sculptures in the stone road are beautiful.

There are two sides of the southeast of the cliff, and the east side is in line with the meaning of the sunrise and the rising sun should be the Buddha's door, and it is the place where the patriarch of the Hanging Ji Temple retreats.

Zhou Mingguang waited at the foot of the stone steps with his soldiers, and the old monks went up to invite the ancestors down, most of them were old monks who described withering, including top masters and virtuous monks who did not know martial arts.

Abbot Yuanzhen appeased one by one, it was very hard, Zhou Mingguang asked the soldiers to pretend to check, and he silently counted the time in his heart.

According to the agreement, he had to delay Qin Sang for at least a quarter of an hour.

At this time, Qin Sang had already changed into civilian clothes, quietly climbed to the top of the cliff, and watched on the top of the cliff, and when he finally saw that the innate ancestor of the Hanging Ji Temple was invited down the mountain, he immediately climbed down the cliff quietly.

Originally, he also prepared a rope, and the stone carvings on the cliff were uneven, and he could easily climb with his light skills, so he didn't need it.

At the end of the stone path, there was a stone step that extended downward, and Qin Sang gently landed in the stone path, his footsteps were silent, and he walked down the stone steps.

The stone steps descend deep and secluded.

There are some caves on both sides, which originally had the retreat of the patriarch of the temple and are now invited.

If it weren't for Zhou Mingguang messing around and forcing them out, it would be impossible for Qin Sang to sneak in without being discovered.

Finally, at the end of the stone steps, there was an inconspicuous narrow stone crack in the corner, and the end was deep.

The stone crack is narrow on the outside and wide on the inside, and there are dangerous mechanisms inside, but Qin Sang already knows it, step carefully, avoid all the mechanisms, and the stone crack is separated by several forks, these are the places where the rare treasures are placed in the Hanging Ji Temple.

Where Qin Sang went straight to put the bell, there were also priceless treasures in several other forks, but in Qin Sang's eyes, it was no different from dust, and time did not allow it.

The small grotto has been artificially trimmed into a square, and the top is inlaid with a night pearl, which shines brightly.

In the middle of the grotto there is a stone platform on which a purple bell, a jade slip and a rune paper are placed, covered with glass.

There was a last mechanism on the stone platform, and Qin Sang groped for the poisoned arrow, destroyed the machine, and lifted the glass cover.

Time was pressing, Qin Sang suppressed the excitement in his heart, quickly put away the three things, and quietly withdrew from the grotto.