Time passes by bit by bit.

Baiquan and Yunsheng said softly the words from the middle of the night.

Finally, Baiquan snorted.

Someone is here.

A voice sounded, as if to persuade people: "One thought of Buddha, one thought of demon. Look at the mind. Among all other sins, killing is the most serious; among all merits, not killing is the first..."

But the other person didn't say a word, only dull footsteps.

Baiquan's eyes narrowed.

People with good internal skills can't hear footsteps at all when walking like cats. However, if external skills practice heavy punches are determined to shock, the footsteps will naturally be much heavier than others.

It can be so heavy...

At this time, Yun Sheng suddenly sneered and said with difficulty: "Even killing pieces of meat like me that can't even escape, you have to send out such masters. Are you so afraid of grandpa and me?"

Baiquan paused slightly in his heart.

Yun Sheng was telling him that if he had the chance to escape, he would run away by himself, and not worry about anything else...

The sound of footsteps stopped between the two caves.

The man spoke, but not to Baiquan and Yunsheng, but to another voice, asking: "If I don't kill them, they will not die, and you and me, the monks and masters of the temple. Let me ask you, do you want to say what you want to persuade me like this today, or do the abbot ask you to say?"

The voice was timid and said stutteringly: "It's the little monk who can't bear it..."

"What can you not bear with me? How many lives have died in the Hundred Buddha Caves of Lingyan Temple in Tang Shugu? Didn't you watch them with the abbot? Today I'm whining again!" The previous person sneered.

The voice was silent and whispered: "This monk is a monk with outstanding virtue and profound Buddhist teachings. The little monk really can't bear it."

Baiquan sighed softly and couldn't help but pronounce the Buddha's name: "Amitabha. How different is it to the ghosts and monsters in this way? I have entered the path of demons and do not know it myself, it's pitiful!"

The iron chains next door clattered, especially loud in the quiet dawn.

Baiquan closed his hands tightly, lowered his head and recited the mantra of rebirth: "Namo Amitoba Ye Dotagadoye..."

"Well, monk, don't worry. I won't be able to defeat you here. You can tie your hands well and save me trouble."

A ball of rope was thrown in through the iron fence gate.

Baiquan looked at the rope as thick as a thumb, feeling a little embarrassed: "The little monk can't bind himself, I'm afraid he will have to trouble you to come over and do it myself."

"No?" A fat face flashed from the door next door. His eyebrows trembled, and he suddenly stretched out his hand with a grim smile, twisted a bald head to the fence gate: "See? This is the little bald donkey that I just talked to you. If you don't know how to bind yourself, then for safety reasons, I have to strangle the little bald donkey to death first and then tie you in. Otherwise, what should he do if he attacks me from behind?"

"This, okay. If I don't tie it up, don't blame me."

Master Baiquan picked up the rope on the ground and began to wrap it around his wrist seriously.

The fat man snorted, pushed away the young monk with ordinary eyebrows, turned around and went to the next cell, cursing: "If I had known I would have to kill you again, I would have left at least two legs... Damn, don't you dirty my clothes..."

Master Baiquan stood up, walked to the door, looked at his little monk who was looking at him sadly outside, smiled slightly, reached out and held the chain that locked his iron door.

...

...

He threw away a piece of iron chain in his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Two people were lying on the ground.

A fat man Luo had his head tilted to one side, his tongue stretched out, his eyes protruded, and the traces of the iron chain between his neck seemed to be dead.

There was also a little monk who had a bruise on his forehead and fell to the side. This one just fainted.

In the cell over there, the clouds sounded faintly: "Master, don't come in..."

Baiquan hesitated for a moment and walked in firmly: "I have to see you, otherwise, I can't explain to His Highness the Wing King in the future..."

...

...

Taiyuan ran all the way into the big tent: "Your Highness! There is news from Master Baiquan!"

Qin Weng and Peng Ji looked up from the map of the Chang Case: "Say!"

"Lingyan Temple..." Taiyuan suddenly stopped and glanced at Feng Se standing aside with some hesitation.

Feng Se was inexplicably touched the back of his neck: "Look at me, what do I do?"

"The night before yesterday, Sima Yuan took Jiang Li and Xiao Ningzi to rest at Lingyan Temple. In the early morning yesterday, a shrill shout from the back mountain in the temple alarmed everyone. Jiang Li ran to see and saw the sound of clouds."

Taiyuan looked at Qin Wu with some sadness.

Qin Wei's face became solemn, and he threw down the charcoal pen in his hand: "Is it Yunsheng?"

Taiyuan lowered his head: "He was cut into a human pig..."

"What!?" Fengse roared straight out.

Qin Wei's face turned pale in an instant: "Switch on."

"There is another fat man strangled to death on the spot. A young monk fainted. There were traces of people passing by the cave next to him. Yun Sheng was seriously injured, but he shouted at the top of his lungs that Lingyan Temple was a bandit's nest, and the Buddhist cave in the back mountain had become a place where he was hiding and detained. The monks denied it.

"Jiang Li tried his best to not let them snatch Yun Sheng away. Later, Xiao Ningzi rushed over and recognized it as Yun Sheng, and was told by Yun Sheng that Master Baiquan had broken the iron lock and flew away."

Taiyuan finished speaking in one breath.

"Where is the sound of clouds? Where is the sound of clouds now?" Feng Se only cares about clouds now.

Taiyuan looked at him sadly: "Yun Sheng was seriously injured, so he could only talk to Xiao Ningzi, just... "

Qin Wei's face was gloomy: "What about Lingyan Temple?"

"The whole Lingyan Temple was locked up by local officials. Yuan Sima made a big fuss, and the county government dared not not report it. It is said that the abbot and the fainted young monk would immediately transfer to Hezhou Prefecture and the governor would personally try it. Yuan Sima now takes Jiang Li and is inseparable from the abbot."

"Hezhou Prefecture?" Peng Ji frowned.

Taiyuan nodded: "The envoy Gongye just fined him half a year's salary a few days ago. I think he should not dare to do anything randomly when he comes to this case."

Peng Ji gently tapped his forehead and tried to recall: "My father seemed to have told me some gossip about the governor of Hezhou back then, but I forgot it, but I just vaguely remember that my father disagreed with him."

"Tiancheng Army is so fed that way, but the accounts of Zhenxi Army are not leaking. I don't believe that this Lin Envoy can completely trust. Taiyuan, you pass the message and let Yuan Sima and Jiang Li be careful of their safety."

Qin Wei's face was cold, "Also, have you found out the identity of the dead fat man?"

Taiyuan bowed: "Jiang Li quietly drew a picture and spread it out, and is investigating it. The news has been submitted to the two uncles. If the young uncle has forgotten anything, I believe the two uncles can still remember it." Please pay attention to the latest chapters in the following chapters.
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