"They want to trick you into poking your own eyes?" The fat man stared at Jiang Cheng in front of him, with a trace of despair in his voice.
Jiang Cheng put down his hand, and his frown relaxed slightly, but it seemed more comforting, "You don't have to be too nervous, this is just my guess, there is not enough evidence yet, the abbot said that the night is false, and the day is true Yes, we can start from this aspect and try to see if we can find a flaw."
For today's Fatty Jiangcheng, there are still many unsolved mysteries, and the behavior of monk Huicong also makes them unable to figure it out, but because there are too few clues, it is futile to think about it again. fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside. Jiang Cheng sat up and looked around. Sure enough, the position they were in when they woke up was not at all where they were when they lay down for the last time last night.
After waking up, the fat man nervously looked around at the furnishings. The dilapidated wooden table was neatly placed in front of him, and he clearly remembered that the doctor moved the table and put it behind the door last night.
Waking up overnight seems to have changed everything, and what is even more intrusive is that this change has been carried out quietly.
"Boom boom boom."
Someone knocked on the door.
After the door opened, a familiar figure stood outside the door, "Benefactor, Senior Brother Huide asked me to inform that another benefactor died in the west wing." The face looked increasingly tense.
Jiang Cheng pretended to be taken aback for a moment, and then his voice trembled, "He died again, how could this happen?"
Soon, under the guidance of Huiqing, Fatty Jiangcheng came to the West Wing. Before he could get close to the gate of the courtyard, he saw a dead body covered with a white cloth being carried out under the busy work of several monks.
The monks were chanting scriptures around the corpse, twisting Buddhist beads in their hands, and their slightly lowered faces were very pious, but this kind of piety was only weird in the eyes of the fat man. After all, the big monk walking at the front of the soul-sending procession looked familiar to the fat man. There is definitely this one.
After Huiqing also left, Ye Qiutang and Song Tianyang came out with sullen faces, stepped on the paper money on the ground, and a group of four came to a stone table in the courtyard to sit down.
"The one who died was Lu Zhu, the maid who was kidnapped by those evil monks last night." It was Ye Qiutang who spoke, perhaps thinking of what happened to those women last night, her face became even more ugly.
"I've checked Lu Zhu's body, and it's the same as that of Aqima before. There are no wounds on the whole body." Song Tianyang looked towards the gate of the courtyard, and the sound of the monks' chanting was gradually fading away.
After a while, Song Tianyang turned his gaze back, looked at Jiangcheng quite formally, and then cupped his hands, "Thanks to little friend Jiang's reminder of what happened last night, we can already confirm that the green bamboo is the secret work of Nanman's arrangement around us, and besides the green bamboo, There is at least one secret agent lurking beside us." Song Tianyang deliberately lowered his voice in the second half of the sentence, and he left the rest of the people in the room.
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's eyes paused, "Does the old gentleman have any clues?"
"I already have some clues. The old man can be sure that this person will show his feet soon. The old man and the lady will also observe in secret. Whoever makes a move against Jiang Xiaoyou must be a Nanman spy."
Seeing that the identity of the second generation of Crimson could not be determined for a long time, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, "Senior Song, please tell me about our experience after we separated last night."
Listening to what Song Tianyang said, coupled with his own experience, Jiangcheng probably pieced together the ins and outs of the incident. Last night, Song Tianyang and Ye Qiutang's group were responsible for distracting the monks and Guan Erye ghost who was chasing and killing the monks. , they found that the number of monks behind them was much smaller, and the leader Hui De Huiming was gone. 33
And they didn't see the maid, but they can be sure that the maid was not killed by Guan Erye's ghost, because Guan Erye's ghost has been chasing after them.
"It's really not Guan Erye who did it, but those evil monks."
Jiang Cheng recounted his experience last night after a little consideration. After hearing that the fat man next to Jiang Cheng had suddenly turned into a dead green bamboo, Ye Qiutang's breathing became rapid.
"Abbot..." Song Tianyang turned his head to look in the direction of the courtyard wall, his expression gradually became strange.
Knowing that Song Tianyang is a master alchemist, Jiang Cheng said these things to ask Song Tianyang for proof, "Why, Senior Song thinks there is a problem with the abbot?"
Song Tianyang couldn't help frowning, and whispered to himself, "Why would he say that?"
The fat man was in a hurry when he saw this, "I said Lao Bang... Senior! Tell me what you want, don't let our brothers guess!"
Song Tianyang came back to his senses, and didn't answer Fatty's words immediately, but looked at Jiang Cheng and asked in a proving tone: "Little friend Jiang, did the abbot say that the beautiful bearded man is the Jialan Bodhisattva of their Buddhism?"
"Exactly."
"That's not right. I don't think the bearded man who appeared in his clothes looks like a Buddhist Bodhisattva. He looks like one of the four guardians of the Taoist sect, Shenwei Yuanzhen Tianzun Guanshengdijun." Song Tianyang paused, "There is another name taboo, the Three Realms Lord Voldemort."
For some reason, as soon as the word "Fu Mo" came out, Fatty Jiangcheng suddenly felt a gust of cool wind hit his face, "Fu Mo Great Emperor..."
After a while, Jiang Cheng was the first to realize that there was a picture tattooed on Huicong's back. According to the abbot, it was a map of the Buddha's Calamity Sutra, but he saw it as a constellation map. He told Song Tianyang what he had discovered. The other party also nodded, "That's right, looking at the seventy-four sects of my dynasty, there is no one better than the Taoist school in terms of the intensive study of stars and constellations. Yong has the sun, the moon, the ginseng, the chen, the north and south dipper, the Yinghuo, the Taibai, the year star, and the star filling." , twenty-eight mansions... the stars are the essence of all things, each has its own gods, and each has its own owner, Taoist sects are best at using the power of the stars to pray for blessings and ward off evil spirits~www.mtlnovel.com~to eliminate crimes and eliminate disasters."
"Jiang Xiaoyou, the old man wants to see this picture with his own eyes, can it be convenient?" Song Tianyang cupped his hands at Jiang Cheng.
"Why, Senior Song, have you never looked for Monk Huicong?" According to Song Tianming's ability, he should have realized that there was something wrong with Monk Huicong. What Jiangcheng couldn't figure out was this.
Song Tianming showed bitterness, "To tell you the truth, little friend Jiang, the old man and miss also knew that something was wrong with this monk, but this monk was very wary of us, and when he saw us approaching from a distance, he ran away in a hurry. You know, in this temple , it's inconvenient to move.”
This sentence can be regarded as a wake-up call for Jiangcheng. Monk Huicong avoided Song Tianming and the others. There might be something wrong with it. Besides, he only had initial trust in Song Tianming and Ye Qiutang now.
Directly refusing to save face, Jiang Cheng pretended to be embarrassing and said, "It's too eye-catching for us two people to appear together. This is good. Let's find a chance to get in touch with Monk Huicong, and find a way to record the tattoo on his back, and then hand it over to him. Senior screening."
Some people died, but not completely dead...
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