I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Nyingma pondered for a moment, then slowly shook her head: "The murderer interrupted the child's pulse through the air, leaving no trace on the skin, poor monk, unable to prove his innocence."

Qin Yao: "I have a way to help the master get rid of the suspicion, it depends on whether you are willing or not."

"What way?" Ningma asked.

"Search, soul!" Qin Yao said every word.

Ningma frowned, and said in a low voice, "The soul search technique is against morality and is a forbidden technique. How could you know such a technique?"

Qin Yao said with a calm face, "There is no good or evil in art, but there is good and evil in talents."

"absurd."

Nyingma said: "This is purely an excuse. There is no righteousness or evil in the art. How can the magic power affect people's mind and make people feel heartless?"

Qin Yao: "Isn't it a matter of course that I force myself to practice a kung fu that I can't control, and then I am backlashed by the kung fu? Can you blame the kung fu?"

"Excessive words!" Nyingma said.

Qin Yao chuckled: "That is to say, you don't agree with this method of washing your innocence, right?"

"Of course I don't agree." Nyingma said, "As a Buddha cultivator, how can I encourage the arrogance of the devil?"

Qin Yao shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Then we have no choice but to ask Master to come with us."

Nyingma: "I can't go with you, I want to investigate this matter."

Qin Yao drew out the Zhanshen Saber with his backhand, and said solemnly: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't make your wish come true."

As soon as the words fell, Mao Xiaofang, Athena, Red and White Shuangsha, Xiao Wenjun...

People, gods, and ghosts form a circle, enclosing Nyingma.

Ningma frowned, raised her right arm, and slapped Qin Yao in the air.

Qin Yao raised his left hand and responded with an arhat palm. The two golden palm prints collided in mid-air and exploded.

"Arhat palm... are you a Buddhist cultivator?" Nyingma asked in astonishment.

Qin Yao shook his head: "Buddha is Tao, I am Taoist."

Through this duel of palms, Ningma gave up on Qin Yao as a breakthrough point, turned around and rushed towards the direction of the wedding dress.

"Come on together."

Qin Yao held the Zhanshen Dao, his huge body jumped up suddenly, and slashed at Ningma's head fiercely with a white golden knife.

Mao Xiaofang, Athena, Red and White Shuangsha, Xiao Wenjun and others cast spells at the same time, attacking Nyingma...

Ningma's combat performance in the original book is comparable to that of Mao Xiaofang, and it is not too strong in reality.

This caused him to be quickly defeated under the siege of humans, gods, and ghosts. He only had to be beaten and had no power to fight back.

Outside Gantian town, in the golden sedan chair surrounded by eighteen Buddhist monks, the abbot of the shrine, Basiba, had eyes shining, looking at the scene of people besieging Nyingma in the town and on the street, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

After a long time, watching Nyingma being subdued, he waved his hand and ordered: "Get up the sedan chair and follow me to rescue Ningma."

Four eminent monks carried the sedan chair, and surrounded by other [-] eminent monks, walked swiftly into Gantian Town.

On the street, the people escorting Nyingma felt a sense of pressure for no reason. When they looked up, they saw a group of monks carrying a sedan chair. There was a faint golden light shining in the sedan chair, which was very obvious in the night.

"stop."

When the sedan chair was only ten and a half feet away from everyone, a solemn and heavy voice suddenly came out from inside the sedan chair.

The group of monks stopped, the four eminent monks put down the golden sedan chair, opened the curtain with the palm of both hands, and thousands of golden lights radiated from the curtain...

The abbot of the shrine walked out of the sedan chair with the golden light. He wanted to look down at the crowd, but he was not as tall as Qin Yao, so he could only raise his head slightly.

"Meet the abbot of the shrine." Among the crowd, Nyingma, whose face was like gold paper, bowed.

Basiba raised his hand and asked: "You don't need to be polite, Venerable Nyingma, what's your situation?"

Nyingma smiled bitterly: "A child I had contact with died under the Mahamudra of Tantric Buddhism. I became the biggest suspect."

Ba Siba frowned slightly, and glanced at the others: "Who is the person in charge?"

Mao Xiaofang stretched out his hand and pushed Qin Yao, who took a slight step forward and looked down at Basiba: "What do you want to say?"

Ba Siba has controlled the Jingu for more than ten years. This is the first time he looks up at others, and it is also the first time he is looked down upon by others. An uncontrollable anger bursts out in his heart. Fortunately, he is very deep in the city, so he did not let this anger The fire burned to the face.

"What I want to say is that Venerable Nyingma is one of the leaders of my shrine. He has noble qualities and immeasurable merit. He will definitely not do anything to kill children!"

Qin Yao: "If he didn't kill it, then you did it?"

Ba Siba: "..."

Why is this person unreasonable?
"presumptuous!"

The eighteen monks who followed the abbot roared at the same time and looked at Qin Yao with murderous looks, as if they would launch a suicide attack just by Ba Siba's order.

"Presumptuous?" Qin Yao sneered: "You really treat yourself, no, it should be said that you really treat him as an aristocratic lord, a feudal prince?"

"Control your temper, how can you lightly get angry?" Seeing the monks' eyes cracked and furious, Basiba reprimanded them.

Under his shouting, the monks all bowed their heads like servants.

It was only then that Qin Yao realized that the name of the abbot of the other party's shrine was really not just a talk.

"Fellow Daoist, it is easy to break the rigidity, your temper can easily bring disaster."

Ba Siba turned to look at Qin Yao again, and said sincerely.

Qin Yao smiled: "Then I also advise you, keep a low profile when you are away from home. Generally speaking, people who are too high profile will not end well."

Ba Siba: "..."

It can be seen that this person has a fiery temper and can't stand the slightest grievance.

Of course, he had never thought about it, since he had never known each other before, why should others be wronged by him.

Qin Yao: "If you can prove that the great monk is not the murderer, then present the evidence. If the evidence is convincing, we will apologize immediately.

If you can't produce any evidence and want us to release people just relying on empty words, what is your dream?This is the Central Plains, not your shrine. "

Ba Siba: "..."

In terms of strength, he may be stronger, but in terms of quarrels, he is really not good.

Seeing this troublemaker humiliating his king so much, the Eighteenth Monk felt extremely humiliated, but he was restrained by Basiba's order and dared not speak up again.

"What do you want to do to Venerable Nyingma?" Not long after, Basiba asked expressionlessly.

"Take him back to the Taoist temple first to prevent him from escaping after committing the crime, and then investigate the matter slowly." Qin Yao said.

Ba Siba said: "To be honest, I came here this time mainly to find the soul boy of the Shengong.

However, the confirmation ceremony of the soul boy of the Shengong must have two venerables as witnesses.

Can you give me a face for the shrine, and let Venerable Nyingma participate in the selection ceremony of the soul boy in three days? "

Qin Yao pondered for a moment and said, "Yes."

Basiba nodded, and immediately said: "Don't worry, Venerable Nyingma, I will definitely do my best to find out the truth and clear up your grievances."

"Thank you abbot." Ningma said lightly, without any gratitude on her face.

"You are at odds with that abbot?"

Later, Qin Yao took the lead in escorting Ningma to Fuxi Hall, and asked suddenly.

Ningma nodded slightly: "He is not the soul boy selected by the previous abbot of the shrine. He was able to become the abbot of the shrine without going through the inheritance ceremony. authority."

Qin Yao: "..."

understood.

This Nyingma venerable is a typical old imperial party, and he has nothing to do with the new emperor Bhaspa.

"Xiao Hai, prepare a room for this Nyingma master."

After stepping into the main hall, Mao Xiaofang ordered: "Three meals a day are taken care of, don't be rude."

"Yes, Master." Xiao Hai nodded yes, and greeted: "Master Ningma, please come with me..."

Nyingma silently followed his footsteps.

"Qin Daochang, what should we do next?"

Mao Xiaofang thought over and over again, the case ended here with no clues, no clues, no direction, how to continue to trace back?
"Take someone to look after Ningma, and I'll look for clues." Qin Yao replied.

Mao Xiaofang didn't know where he was going to find clues, but seeing the other party's determined face, he knew that the other party must know more than himself.

And what I can do is to give the other party the greatest trust and silently wait for a result...

"Meet the abbot."

Wanyingtang, at the gate.

Atisha led a group of monks to kneel down in front of the golden-roofed soft sedan chair, throw their bodies to the ground, and pay respects.

With a majestic face, like a king being greeted by his courtiers, Basiba slowly stepped out of the golden-roofed sedan chair, passed the monks indifferently, and entered the Buddhist hall: "Atisha, come with me."

"Yes, abbot."

Atisha got up from the ground, lowered his head and followed the opponent's footsteps.

less Yan.

The two monarchs and ministers came to the main hall one after the other, Basiba lifted up his skirt, sat on the main seat like a golden sword on a horse, and said indifferently: "How did you go about the investigation?"

"Reporting to the abbot, it has been confirmed that Luosang was picked up by the Luos and his wife. All the information matches the clues you provided. In all likelihood, she is your biological daughter." Atisha closed the wooden door on her own initiative, and said in a low voice Said loudly.

Ba Siba breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Since this is the case, there is no need for the Luo family to exist. Atisha, you go and send someone to get rid of the Luo family. I will try my best to make my daughter a The soul boy of the shrine."

"Abbot, there is a little problem." Atisha said cautiously.

"What's the problem?" Ba Siba felt a little dissatisfied in his heart, and a trace of irritability appeared on his face.

"For unknown reasons, the Luos and his wife settled in a house near Fuxitang. If they do something rashly, I'm afraid they will startle the snake." Atisha said in a low voice.

"The people in Fuxitang are busy interrogating Nyingma at this time, and they can't focus on Luo and his wife. If you go there in person, you will definitely be able to kill this couple." Basiba said.

Atisha's lips trembled, but he hesitated to speak.

"Do you not understand why I am so eager to kill them?" Basiba asked.

Atisha said: "This subordinate is ignorant, please give advice to the abbot."

Ba Siba exhaled lightly, and said: "The main reason is that I have an appointment with Fuxitang, and the selection ceremony for the soul boy will be held in three days.

If the Luos and his wife were not dead, Luosang would definitely not be allowed to participate in this ceremony.

If Luo Sang didn't participate in the ceremony, how could he become the soul boy of the shrine?

So, for Luosang, the Luo family must die. "

Atisha suddenly realized, bowed and said: "I understand, the main purpose of you sending someone to kill the child is not to blame Nyingma, but to use Nyingma to restrain Fuxitang's main energy so that we can kill Luo Shi couple."

Basiba sneered and said, "I don't think that the life of a little boy can be buried with Nyingma...Everyone is just my pawn, and everything is under control."

A gleam of reverence flashed in Atisha's eyes, and he bowed and said, "The abbot is wise and powerful, and my subordinates admire him so much."

"Stop flattering, go to work quickly, in case you have long nights and dreams." Basiba reprimanded.

midnight.

The stars and the moon are dimmed.

Atisha was wearing a black thief outfit, a black hood on his head, and a black square scarf on his face. He came to the front of Luo's house in a vigorous posture, touched the ground with his toes, and with a light leap, his body flew into the air. Get up and climb over the stone wall lightly.

With lightning-like eyes, he glanced in all directions, and seeing the tranquility around him, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, padded to the front of the main room, stretched out his hand to roll off the window paper, took out a bamboo and wood tube, and blew all the white smoke sealed in the tube. went in.

Then, he put away the bamboo and wood pipe, waited quietly for a moment, and then put his hand on the wooden door, removed the bolt with magic power, and gently pushed the wooden door open.

Stepping into the room where he couldn't see his fingers, Atisha took out a fire bag from his waist, took off his hat, and blew twice. Just as a spark appeared from the fire bag, a black shadow suddenly flew past him, scaring him. Almost jumped up, quickly blew on the torch, and held the torch forward for a while, but saw nothing.

"What the hell!"

Atisha complained silently in her heart, holding a torch and coming to the table, raised her hand to light the oil lamp on the table.

"call……"

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the wooden door was slammed shut, scaring Atisha so much that he almost lost his grip.

After finally controlling his trembling arms, he lit the oil lamp on the table. With the relatively bright light of the oil lamp, he suddenly found a figure sitting beside the long table of the Eight Immortals in front of him.

Atisha's scalp felt a little numb all of a sudden, subconsciously he raised the oil lamp and pointed it forward, only to see a powerful man sitting on a chair without a sound, with his arms propped up on the table, with a half-smile look at yourself.

Atisha's body trembled violently, and subconsciously said: "Qin Daochang, why are you here?"

Didn't the abbot say that people from Fuxi Hall are interrogating Nyingma?Then what happened to Daoist Qin who suddenly appeared?
"Master Atisha?" Qin Yao asked back.

Seeing him calling out his name, Atisha came back to his senses, and he actually bald and spoke out what was in his heart.

What's more troublesome is that he hasn't changed his voice yet!

"What Atisha?" In desperation, Atisha had no choice but to increase his voice and asked deliberately.

"Stop pretending, since everything is revealed, how about admitting it frankly?" Qin Yao said lightly.

Atisha's heart trembled, without saying a word, he turned and ran towards the wooden door.

However, within two steps, he suddenly found that something seemed to be hooking his ankle, making it take a lot of strength for him to take every step.

After finally struggling to get to the wooden door, as soon as he opened the wooden door, a white-gold magic arrow galloped from outside and shot through his right leg in an instant.

"what!!!"

With a cry of pain, Atisha staggered and fell to the ground, blood continued to flow from the wound on his thigh, swelling the soaring black hair on the ground...