The Path Toward Heaven

The young monk knew this person and knew that it was an adult from Qingtiansi stationed in Chaonan City, and he got up and performed the salute.

This middle-aged man named Shi Mingfengchen is an important figure of Qingtian Division. He is now in charge of related affairs in the Chaonan City.

Shi Fengchen returned the salute to the young monk, then turned to the old monk, said respectfully: "I have seen the master."

Most of Qingtian ’s officials are practitioners, or have a sectarian background, and Shi Fengchen is no exception.

According to sectarian ranks, he should call this old monk an ancestor, but after all, he has an official body, which is quite inconvenient. It is more appropriate to call the other party a master.

The old monk said mildly: "I don't know what happened to Master Shi?"

Shi Fengchen said with a bitter smile: "The good masters learned that two things happened in Chaonan City today, one was going to the city and the other was killing, all by practitioners."

The old monk asked, "Does this matter have anything to do with us?"

The temple door was closed, and the dialogue was not overheard by outsiders. Shi Fengchen said directly: "The people of the Sandu faction are dead."

The young monk was shocked and gave the old monk a glance.

Shi Fengchen went on to say: "It is the people in Baoshu Curie who want to get calm borneol."

The old monk's face showed a pity of sympathy, and said: "I don't know where the bodies of those Taoism friends are? The old monk wants to go to the past passage and send off."

Shi Fengchen said with a wry smile: "All the remains have been burned to ashes, and the people who started are very cold."

The old monk said: "Is the adult doubting me and my nephew?"

"Where did this come from."

Shi Fengchen's pretentious dissatisfaction said: "Who dares to doubt the great virtue of Guocheng Temple?"

The young monk thought, if it were n’t for the calming borneol, the Sandu sentiment died, did you come to us to do it?

"Dingshen Bingbing was finally obtained by two people in Room Xuanzi B."

Looking at the young monk, Shi Fengchen asked extremely sincerely, "I don't know Master Xiao, can you know the origin of those two people?"

The young monk looked slightly miserable, thinking of the murderous intention hidden in the sword light that had previously sent the medicine into the temple, and had already guessed the truth of the matter.

At this moment, the old monk suddenly said, "Is it two people?"

"Yes, the two men were covered in gray cloth, and the treasure keeper did not see their true colors."

Shi Fengchen still looked at the young monk with a smile and said, "I don't know if Master Master has ever seen them."

The young monk had decided at this time that it was the Taoist ancestors who sent the medicine to kill him. Of course he did not want to say that he was just a monk ...

"Not to say." The old monk said suddenly.

Shi Fengchen was stunned, and thought to himself that this was a fight.

The young monk swallowed back the words that were about to come out, and looked at the teacher uncomfortably.

Suddenly, he found that the box containing the calming borneol was gone, and he didn't know where he 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 teacher and nephew are practicing closed meditation."

Shi Fengchen made a sudden realization.

"We really don't know who those two are."

The old monk said: "I'm sorry I can't provide clues for adults."

Shi Fengchen smiled bitterly, knowing that there was a problem, and dared not to ask any more. After struggling to the ground, he left the temple gate.

When the sound outside the temple gradually ceased, the young monk sighed with relief and sat down on the ground.

The old monk sighed and said, "I hope this matter will not cause trouble to Daoist friends."

The young monk wanted to speak, and thought about what the uncle had just explained. He closed his mouth and cried, and seemed very anxious.

The old monk understood what he meant and said, "You are a closed meditation and practice first. When you leave Chaonan City, let's talk."

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Late at night, Hong Mao Zhai has closed.

In the inn, not far away, in the room of Tianzi A, Zhao Layue sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating and nourishing her energy, and Fu Sijian hung over her head, turning slowly.

Jing Jiu had already arrived outside Chaonan City and walked to the middle of Tongtian Bridge, the highest place.

The starlight illuminates the river, and the surging momentum is not reduced, which is even more dangerous.

Jing Jiu withdrew his sword consciousness and jumped directly. A splash of water splashed on the river, and soon disappeared without attracting any attention.

The river was extremely turbid, and it was late at night. It could not see anything at all, but it could not cover Jing Jiu's eyes.

Sneaking in the turbulent cold water for a long time, he came to a remote corner deep in the cliff of the river.

The river here has become much smoother, but the pressure is extremely high and it is extremely cold.Even the kendo powerhouse without a clear boundary cannot stay here for too long. If he is not special in body, there is no way to dive into such a deep place to find the ghost head.

That ghost-eyed carp is dead.

The ghost eyes are huge, the body is three-story high, the forefoot is finned, the skin is smooth, and the color is dark. It is embedded in the depth of the cliff and integrated with the surrounding environment. It is like the most common rock. No wonder the disciples of Qingshan Zong never found this body.

Jing Jiu floated to the front of the ghost-eyed carp, and found that his neck and head were covered with sword wounds, his eyes were closed, and the blue blood stains remained, and he was not washed away by the river. The sword was hurt, and the injury to those eyes was more like some kind of volleyball.

"Sure enough, it was kept."

Jing Jiu's eyes fell on the two chains, thinking in silence.

The two iron chains tightly bound the back of the ghost-eyed carp, the other end should be in the deepest part of the cliff cave.

Wandering in the dark river, Jing Jiu looked around the huge body of the ghost-eyed carp, and there were no new discoveries except for those sword wounds.

He untied the iron sword and thrust it toward the head of the ghost-eyed mound, but unexpectedly the tip of the sword slipped away.

It is worthy of the legendary big demon from the abyss that swims across the West Sea. Even if he dies, his skin is still stronger than steel, and it is not possible for ordinary flying swords to be cut open.

Jing Jiu's iron sword comes from Shiyuefeng Mo Xianshi. Although it is not a famous sword, it is also extraordinary, but it is really not sharp enough.

The dark river was slightly vibrating. If someone could listen to the sound under the water, they should be able to hear the buzzing of the swarms of bees, it was the silver bracelet in his hand shaking.

Jing Jiu ignored it and floated to the front of the Ghost-eyed Siluru, his right hand fell.

A straight and clear fissure appeared on the tough skin of the phantom carp, then opened more and more until it saw the intima and cartilage.

With a snapping sound, Jing Jiu used both hands to tear the cartilage on the head of the Ghost Mud.

Looking at the empty Dan room above the head of the Ghost-eyed Siluru, he thought that the Yaodan was gone.

As a result, Liu Shisui's body was hot, the snow fell, and he was unconscious for a long time ... All kinds of visions have the answer.