I!Wine Sword Immortal, signed in Shushan for 500 years

Chapter 264 Suspicion in my heart, discovery of clues

Although the person in front of him was wearing a black mask and was dressed strangely, the gatekeeper monk didn't find it strange.

Because among the many pilgrims who come to their Baoxiang Temple to offer incense and worship Buddha, there are many people who wear masks and bamboo hats, and do not want others to know their identities.

Just like last time, the gatekeeper monk also received a mysterious pilgrim wearing a bamboo hat and holding a [Tang Wang Ling].

"Pilgrim, I'm sorry, I don't know where Abbot Wuming has gone wandering."

The gatekeeper monk showed an apologetic expression towards the man wearing the black mask.

This man wearing a black mask is none other than the most mysterious hall master among the five hall masters of the Demon Sect, Qian Jiao.

He came here naturally to investigate the cause of Pei Nan's death, that is, Wu Ming, the false abbot of Baoxiang Temple.

On the way here, he found out that Pei Nan had left a letter in Baoxiang Temple, saying that he had traveled all over the world, but Qianjiao knew that this must be false news, or that the news was true, but Pei Nan It's not that he has traveled all over the world, but that he has been killed.

As for why he left a letter saying that he was wandering around, maybe it was the person who killed Pei Nan, he didn't want people to know that Wu Ming, the abbot of Baoxiang Temple, was a fake, or there were other reasons.

"Master, was there anything unusual on the day Abbot Wuming left the letter?"

Qian Jiao continued to ask.

When the doorkeeper monk heard this sentence, he frowned and showed a hint of displeasure on his face, "My pilgrim, our abbot has always been fine, no matter whether it is mental or physical."

"Pilgrim, if you want to offer incense, please hurry inside."

After finishing speaking, the gatekeeper monk ignored the man wearing a black mask in front of him, and continued to signal other pilgrims to slowly enter Baoxiang Temple.

Seeing this, Qianjiao shook his head secretly. If he didn't want to cause trouble, he could have died hundreds of times with the attitude of the gatekeeper monk just now.

The next moment, he flipped his hands over, took out a token from his pocket, and said to his doorkeeper monk, "Master, what is this?"

Although the gatekeeper monk was a little annoyed, he turned his head patiently, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the token in Qianjiao's hand.

This is a golden token. There is no such-and-such city, or the Ministry of War, Ministry of Households, etc. on the token. There are only two very simple words, Datang!

Seeing the gatekeeper monk in a daze, Qianjiao shook his head and smiled and said, "I forgot, you should have never seen this kind of token in your capacity. You asked the senior officials of your Baoxiang Temple to come over. With their knowledge, they should know what it is." Token."

There was a trace of pride in the voice.

"This is the [Tang Wang Ling]. I didn't know that your lord came to Baoxiang Temple, so please forgive me."

The gatekeeper monk said with a look of fear and sincerity, and all the impatience before disappeared.

Ok?
Unexpectedly, the gatekeeper monk had seen this 【Tang Wangling】.

Qian Jiao didn't expect the doorkeeper monk to recognize 【Tang Wang Ling】, and felt a little surprised.

"You actually know [Tang Wangling]?"

"My lord, two days ago, there was also a pilgrim holding the [Tang Wang Ling] who came to Baoxiang Temple to offer incense and worship Buddha."

The gatekeeper monk replied honestly.

"I see."

Qian Jiao nodded, although he was curious about who that person was, he didn't ask further.

"My lord, are you going to offer incense and make a wish?"

"You can take it easy, take me to find a high-level person who is more familiar with your Abbot Wuming of Baoxiang Temple."

After thinking about it, Qian Jiao said.

"Okay, please come with me, sir."

"Ah."

The two entered Baoxiang Temple one after the other.

After entering Baoxiang Temple, the pilgrims also saw Qianjiao's attire, but they were not surprised. After all, many of them were wearing bamboo hats or masks.

After a while, the gatekeeper monk brought Qianjiao to an attic near the southeast of Baoxiang Temple, and then knocked on the door.

With a creak, a young monk walked out of the attic.

"Is there a problem?"

The little monk looked at the gatekeeper monk and asked.

"Master, here comes another pilgrim holding the 【Tang Wang Ling】."

The gatekeeper monk pointed to the Qianjiao not far away, and said softly.

"Ok?"

"What's going on here? Just a few days ago, there was a pilgrim holding the [Tang Wang Ling], and another one came today?"

"When did the rare and precious [Tang Wang Ling] become like a Chinese cabbage?"

Of course, the young monk didn't dare to say these words, he could only think about them in his heart.

"Master, this pilgrim holding the [Tang Wangling] said that he wanted to meet the senior officials of Baoxiang Temple who are most familiar with Abbot Wuming, so I brought him to see you."

The gatekeeper monk continued to add.

"So that's the case, I understand, you go down first, I will entertain this distinguished pilgrim."

"it is good."

After the gatekeeper monk left, the young monk came to Qianjiao, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully: "My lord, I don't know why you are looking for this little monk?"

Although the little monk doesn't know who the man in the black mask is, but he can hold the [Tang Wangling], which is by no means something he can offend. Naturally, he should be respectful.

"Master, I want to know why Abbot Wuming is so well, and suddenly left a letter, wanting to travel around?"

Qianjiao didn't go around the corner, and came straight to the topic.

"I don't know about this either. Perhaps Abbot Wuming suddenly realized it."

"Although this kind of situation is rare, it is actually normal. In the past, the abbot of our Baoxiang Temple suddenly had a feeling, and then he traveled around and finally returned after three years."

The little monk thought for a while and explained.

"Master, Abbot Wuming and I are also friends, can you show me the letter he left behind?"

Qian Jiao said.

"Since your lord and Abbot Wuming are friends, and the letter is not a secret, you can check it naturally."

If ordinary people wanted to check the letter of Abbot Wuming, the little monk would definitely not give it to him, but the person in front of him was holding the [Tang Wang Ling], his status was extraordinary and he should not be offended, so the little monk took Wuming's letter out of his pocket, Give it to Qian Jiao.

After Qian Jiao got the letter, he immediately opened it to check.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw the writing on it.

Although he didn't have much contact with Pei Nan, he had read Pei Nan's materials in the Demon Sect, and there were records of handwriting in the materials. The handwriting on this letter was exactly the same as Pei Nan's.

"Although the handwriting is the same, it doesn't mean that it's Pei Nan's handwriting. Maybe there is some calligraphy that everyone imitated, or this letter was indeed written by Pei Nan, but it was not from his will."

Qian Jiao guessed in his heart.

"By the way, Master, was there anything unusual on the day Abbot Wuming left the letter?"

Qian Jiao continued to ask.

"What's abnormal? This is not there."

The little monk shook his head after thinking for a while and said.

Suddenly remembered something, and the little monk added: "By the way, that evening, there was also an adult with a [Tang Wangling] visiting, saying that he wanted to offer incense and worship Buddha, and then I went to inform the abbot, and the abbot personally chanted sutras for that person. Two hours later, I saw that the abbot hadn't come out yet, so I went in to look for him, but the abbot disappeared, and so did the lord, only this letter."

Ok?
The person holding the [Tang Wang Ling] actually came to Pei Nan?

Is it a coincidence?Or is it intentional?

Qian Jiao frowned imperceptibly, but because of the cover of the black mask, no one saw it.

"By the way, what does that person holding [Tang Wangling] look like? Maybe I still know him."

Qian Jiao felt that Pei Nan was killed, most likely it was done by the person holding the [Tang Wang Ling].

"Uh, I'm sorry, that adult was wearing a wide hat back then, so I couldn't see his face clearly. The monk only knew that he was a man, and he was very young by his voice."

The little monk recalled.

"That's right."

Qian Jiao frowned again. Of course, because he was wearing a black mask, the little monk couldn't see his frowning at all.

"Master, I wonder if you can take me to the place where Abbot Wuming recites sutras and Buddha for that man?"

Qian Jiao felt that he might be able to find a clue from the scene.

"Of course this is no problem, my lord, please follow me."

"Trouble Master."

With the young monk in front and Qian Jiao behind, the two headed to the largest hall of Baoxiang Temple.

Although the place where they started was not far from the largest hall, because there were many pilgrims in Baoxiang Temple, they walked for a long time before they squeezed through the crowd and entered the largest hall.

"My lord, this is the place where the abbot recited scriptures and Buddha for the pilgrim holding the [Tang Wang Ling]."

"That letter was found in front of the Buddha statue."

The little monk pointed to the desk in front of the Buddha statue and said.

Qian Jiao hummed lightly, and then began to look around, his eyes became sharp, like sharp arrows.

Everyone who had looked at him before turned away.

After a while, Qian Jiao also found some clues.
(End of this chapter)