The young monk recognized this person and knew that it was an adult from Qing Tiansi stationed in Chaonan City, so he got up and saluted.
This middle-aged man, surnamed Shi, named Fengchen, is an important figure in Qing Tiansi, and is currently in charge of related affairs in the Yiying practice circle in Chaonan City.
Shi Fengchen returned the salute to the young monk, then turned to the old monk, and said respectfully: "I have met the master."
Most of the officials of the Qingtian Division are practitioners, or have a religious sect background, and Shi Fengchen is no exception.
According to the seniority of the sect, he should call this old monk Master Uncle, but after all, he has an official status, which is quite inconvenient, and it is more appropriate to call him Master.
The old monk said gently: "I don't know what business Mr. Shi is here for?"
Shi Fengchen said with a wry smile: "Master Haojiao learned that two things happened in succession in Chaonan City today. One broke into the city and the other killed people. They were all done by practitioners."
The old monk was puzzled and asked, "Could this matter have something to do with us?"
The gate of the temple was closed, and outsiders could not hear the conversation, Shi Fengchen said directly: "The Sandu faction is dead."
The young monk was shocked when he heard this, and glanced at the old monk.
Shi Fengchen continued: "It's the people who think about the icicles in Baoshuju."
The old monk showed a compassionate look on his face, and said, "I don't know where the remains of those fellow Taoists are? The old monk wants to go and read a section of the Sutra of Rebirth to see him off."
Shi Fengchen said with a wry smile: "All the remains have been burned to ashes, and those who did it were very cruel."
The old monk said: "Could it be that your lord suspects me and nephew?"
"Where did this come from?"
Shi Fengchen pretended to be displeased and said: "Who in the world dares to doubt the great virtue of Guocheng Temple?"
The young monk thought to himself, if it wasn't for the Dingshen Binglian, the Sandu faction would have died, why did you come to us
"The Dingshen ice sheet was finally obtained by two people in room B of Xuanzi."
Shi Fengchen looked at the young monk, and asked very sincerely: "I don't know, little master, do you know the origins of those two people?"
The young monk's expression was slightly trembling, thinking about the killing intent hidden in the sword light that sent the medicine into the temple earlier, he had already guessed the truth of the matter.
At this moment, the old monk suddenly said, "Are there two people?"
"That's right, those two people covered their faces with gray cloths, and the steward of Baoshuju couldn't see their true colors."
Shi Fengchen still looked at the young monk, smiled and said, "I don't know if little master has seen them before."
At this time, the young monk had concluded that the person who sent the medicine to kill should be a Taoist friend of the Qingshan Sect. Of course he didn't want to say it, but as a monk...
"Don't say it." The old monk said suddenly.
Shi Fengchen was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, wondering if this was playing tricks.
The young monk swallowed back the words he was about to utter, and looked at his uncle with some anxiety.
He suddenly found that the box containing the calming ice sheet was missing, and he didn't know where it was hidden by his uncle.
"Sin, sin."
The old monk glanced at the young monk, then turned his head to look at Shi Fengchen, and said, "My nephew is practicing closed mantra."
Shi Fengchen made a look of sudden realization.
"We really don't know who those two people were."
The old monk said: "I'm sorry I can't provide you with any clues."
Shi Fengchen smiled wryly, knowing that there was a question, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, he bowed to the ground, and left the temple gate.
After the sound outside the temple gradually subsided, the young monk heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.
The old monk sighed and said, "I hope this matter will not bring trouble to fellow Taoists."
The young monk wanted to speak, but thinking about what his uncle had just said, he kept his mouth shut and began to moan, looking very anxious.
The old monk understood what he meant, and said: "You should practice this closed-mouthed meditation first, and we will talk about it when you leave Chaonan City."
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Late at night, Hongmao Zhai had already closed.
In the inn not far away, in Tianzi No. A room, Zhao Layue was sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating and nourishing her energy. The Forsi sword was hanging above her head, turning slowly.
Jing Jiu had already arrived outside Chaonan City, and reached the middle section of Tongtian Bridge, that is, the highest point.
The starlight illuminates the river, making it even more dangerous.
Jing Jiu withdrew his sword consciousness and jumped directly. A splash of water splashed on the surface of the river and disappeared quickly without attracting any attention.
The river water was extremely turbid and it was so late at night that he couldn't see anything at all, but he couldn't cover Jing Jiu's eyes.
After diving in the rushing and cold water for a long time, he came to a remote corner deep in the cliff in the middle of the river.
The river here has become much calmer, but the pressure is extremely high, and it is extremely cold. Even a master of swordsmanship in Wuzhang Realm couldn't stay here for too long. If he didn't have a special body, he wouldn't be able to dive to such a deep place and find the ghost-eyed dace.
That ghost-eyed dace is dead.
The ghost-eyed dace is huge, with a body as high as three stories, with fins on its front feet, smooth skin and dark color, embedded in the depths of the cliff, integrated with the surrounding environment, just like the most common rock, it is indeed extremely difficult to find, No wonder the disciples of the Green Mountain Sect have not been able to find this corpse.
Jing Jiu floated in front of the ghost-eyed dace, and found that its neck and head were covered with sword wounds, its eyes were closed tightly, and there were blue blood stains, which had not been washed away by the river. Injured by the sword, the injury in those eyes is more like some kind of volleying method.
"Sure enough, she was raised by someone."
Jing Jiu's eyes fell on the two iron chains, thinking silently.
The two iron chains tightly bound the back half of the ghost-eyed dace, and the other end should be in the deepest part of the cliff cave.
Floating in the dark river, Jing Jiu looked around the huge body of the dace, but found nothing new except those sword wounds.
He untied the iron sword and stabbed towards the top of the ghost-eyed dace's head, but unexpectedly the tip of the sword slipped and turned away.
As expected of the legendary monster who came from the abyss and swam across the West Sea, even after death, his skin is still stronger than steel, and it is definitely not something that ordinary flying swords can cut open.
Jing Jiu's iron sword came from Master Mo Xianshi of Shiyue Peak. Although it is not a famous sword, it has some extraordinary features, but it is really not sharp enough.
The dark river vibrated slightly. If someone could listen to the sound at the bottom, they should be able to hear the buzzing of bees. It was the silver bracelet on his hand that was shaking.
Jing Jiu ignored it, and floated in front of the ghost-eyed dace, and dropped his right hand.
A straight and clear fissure appeared on the extremely tough skin of the dace, and then it opened wider and wider until the inner membrane and cartilage were seen.
With a soft snap, Jing Jiu tore off the cartilage on the top of the dace's head with both hands.
Looking at the empty alchemy room above the ghost-eyed dace's head, he thought to himself that the demon alchemy was indeed gone.
In this way, Liu Shisui's whole body was hot, the snow melted, and he was unconscious for a long time... All kinds of visions had their answers.