"Hey, I don't know who has the honor of living in Anchen Temple?" Jun Moliu sighed.

"I heard it was—"

"Amitabha, don't be angry, be cautious!" a serious voice interrupted the little monk's words.

"Don't be disgusted that you've seen your uncle, don't be disgusted with your mistakes. The little monk's face turned white, and he hurriedly turned around, folded his hands and bowed.

"Go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and copy the scriptures a hundred times. The great monk was about thirty years old, with a square appearance, eight ring seals on his head, and he punished him with a word of punishment, turned to face Jun Moliu and Yan Bangqiu, ignored him, folded his hands, and gave a salute. "Two donors, please come with the little monk. ”

Don't hesitate to bow to the great monk again, take two steps back, and turn to leave. Jun Moliu and Yan Bangqiu's response was a little weak-hearted.

The great monk took the two to a simple courtyard, confessed their sin and left.

The two entered the room, looked around, didn't find anything wrong, closed the door again, and looked at each other, it seems that this Anchen Temple is really weird, the two of them originally planned to try their luck, but they didn't expect to really bump into.

"Heaven help us. Yan Bangqiu smiled dementedly, making people look so uncomfortable, Jun Moliu simply rolled his eyes, people with only one nerve circuit are really unbearable.

"Inside Anchen Temple, a sweeping monk is a second-rate master outside. Jun Moliu glanced at him lightly and stated the fact. So how do you think clues are good here?

"......" clearly felt the contempt of his friends.

"But at least there's a clue. ”

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Night.

Two black shadows swept over the roof, went in opposite directions, and stepped lightly on the roofs of one side room, and finally, a black shadow stopped on a roof, slowly squatted down, and skillfully took out a tile under his feet, and a little light exposed the gap, shining into the eyes of the man in black, and the man in black leaned down and looked into the gap.

"Sadly, has the news arrived?" When the man in black saw the person who spoke, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he was extremely surprised, and he almost screamed, but fortunately, he realized his current situation, calmed down, and continued to listen.

Guo Bei is the great monk who led the way for Jun Moliu and the others during the day. "It's been delivered, and the Lord said that you should get rid of the royal mansion at the same time. ”

"I see. ”

Jun Moliu saw that the conversation was about to end, and for fear of being discovered, he lightly covered the tiles back and left immediately.

After the man finished speaking, he also left quickly, and for a while, only Guo Bei was left in the side room, Guo Bei casually glanced at the place where the man in black was hiding just now, and also turned around and blew the lamp, walked out of the door, and closed it gently.

Here, Jun Mo returned to the room uncertainly, and on the other side, Yan Bangqiu found something even more incredible.

It turned out that Yan Bangqiu didn't go far, he heard a woman's voice coming, some familiar, he was curious for a while, so he passed, a little under his feet, jumped on the wall, Yan Bangqiu carefully lay on the wall, looking into the yard.

The small courtyard was very exquisite, and the woman who spoke sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, and the woman looked very weak, and at the beginning of June, it was the hot time, and the evening was only a little cooler, and the woman was wearing a thick cloak. Opposite the woman sat an elegant man, his gestures full of dignity and nature.

"You promised me that I wouldn't hurt my second brother!" the woman was a little angry, as if she was sick, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"Jun Moliu is not in the Jun Mansion at the moment. The man seemed to smile and replied casually, but when he read the three words "Jun Moliu", his tone changed slightly.

"But the second brother will be sad without the Junfu!" the woman was a little hysterical, and her voice was full of tears.

Yan Bangqiu became interested when he heard this, if he heard it right, this woman was Mu Hongqing, who was already dead!

Since the real Mu Hongqing appeared here, then the corpse of Mu Jiazhuang is ten percent fake! As Mu Hongqing's parents, it is impossible not to recognize their daughter's body! Jun Moliu's guy was stupid at the time, and he didn't see that something was wrong, so Mu Jiazhuang was very suspicious.

Now it seems that the only daughter is dead, Mu Jue didn't lose his temper, and he didn't let the people from Mujiazhuang come out to investigate, but just handed it over to a friend's son to deal with, I have to say that the flaws left are too big.

Yan Bangqiu listened to the corner with great interest.

"Heh, it's none of my business whether he's sad or not," the man curled the corners of his lips and smiled coldly, "I have done what I promised you, and you must not forget your promise, otherwise, you will not want to know the result of angering me." ”

Mu Hongqing's body stiffened, and she felt that her whole body was cold, and then she fell on the stone table and sobbed and cried.

“...... Don't cry!" Seeing Mu Hongqing crying, the man was a little impatient, more upset, and ordered.

Mu Hongqing ignored him, the man frowned, stood up, stunned her with a neat hand, picked up the person horizontally with both hands, and walked towards the bedroom.

Yan Bangqiu, who was peeping on the side, looked at it with great interest, and watched the people leave, quite intentionally unfinished, but fortunately, he still knew the severity and quickly went back to the room.

Yan Bangqiu jumped into Jun Moliu's room from the window, and saw Jun Moliu sitting on the chair in a daze, one hand clasped on the table, knocking regularly, but his thoughts didn't know where to run.

Yan Bangqiu looked at Jun Moliu's appearance of being too badly hit, and he was a little weak that he was still watching the play just now, if he let his friends know about this matter, he wouldn't be like a dead heart and become a monk here, or he couldn't think of committing suicide for a while, right?

Yan Wanqiu, who didn't know how to say it for a while, sat down lightly, didn't dare to disturb Jun Moliu in a daze, and was thinking about how to open his mouth to make his friend less ...... Is there anything to love?