Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Nangong Mo Xiumei slightly picked up and said with a smile, "Princess Yue is serious. They are all his Majesty's ministers. It's reasonable to do things for his majesty."

"The princess is right."

He Wenli, who was standing next to him, brushed his forehead and came to you. I smiled at the two people who greeted each other with a smile: "princess, princess, son of God, let's still..." he came to investigate the case, not to listen to the two people playing the lead. Unfortunately, he was not facing Lin Changfeng. He could not directly grasp something and hit it, nor could he roar loudly at his throat.

Nangong Mo glanced at he Wenli with a smile, which immediately made him tremble in his heart. Nervously looking at the woman in front of her, Nangong Mo stepped back and stood beside Wei Junmo and said, "you three are free. I'll just follow and have a look."

Wei Junmo didn't like to greet people. He said calmly, "go and have a look first."

Because of the theft of Daguang temple, outsiders are now strictly prohibited from entering and leaving the whole Daguang temple. In the past, Daguang temple, which was always crowded with people, is particularly quiet today. Only from afar came the Buddhist Chants of monks and the fragrance of Buddha curling in the air. Today, the calming fragrance of Buddha seems to have a trace of ominous meaning.

In the main hall, the abbot in charge of the great Guangming Temple waited early with a large and small number of monks. In a gray monk's robe and scarlet cassock, the idea of wearing white is far more prominent. Seeing Nangong Mo and his party come in, nianyuan politely nods to Wei Junmo and Nangong mo.

The stolen scriptures were placed in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall. Because it was the scroll of the former queen and was enshrined here by his majesty, Daguang Temple specially sent martial monks to guard it in turn for 12 hours a day. Although Daguang temple is not famous for its martial arts, it is still one of the most famous temples in Jinling. It is not too much to say that it is a national temple, otherwise the emperor would not offer the first queen's scroll here. The martial arts of the monks in the temple are not bad, but even when four monks are watching every day, people sneak into the temple quietly and steal things.

"What's the use of stealing the first queen's scroll?" he Wenli frowned.

It is always a reason for ordinary people to seek wealth or treasure. But the first empress's scroll is very precious. In fact... The first empress is not an eminent monk and virtue, and the second is not a famous calligrapher. If it is not for the identity of the first empress and the value of the emperor, these scrolls can be said to be worthless. Now, even if it becomes valuable because of these, it can't get rid of it at all, okay? You won't get rid of it for at least the next thirty or fifty years. Not at all. Does anyone appreciate the calligraphy of the first queen?

Although the former queen was not inferior to her majesty today, she was no better. Originally, she was just a girl from a family who studied martial arts, so the calligraphy... He Wenli was lucky to have seen it, so I can only say... It's OK.

Xiao Qianye also had a headache. As soon as the news of the theft of the emperor's grandmother's Sutra came out, the emperor's grandfather became angry on the spot, and even his father and King couldn't persuade him. Immediately ordered them to catch the thief who stole the scriptures by any means and retrieve the Scriptures intact. Glancing at the people present, Xiao Qianye asked, "how are the martial monks guarding the Scriptures?"

The abbot sighed, "back to the king of the county, the monks were in a coma and were temporarily detained in the meditation room."

Xiao Qianye and he Wenli looked at each other. He Wenli said, "in that case, my lower officer, go and ask the martial monks and ask the master to lead the way."

Naturally, the abbot would not object. Although he could not go there in person, he sent a younger martial brother to lead he Wenli. Xiao Qianye began to ask a group of monks in the hall. None of them who wanted to be together went to Guan weijunmo. Wei Shizi couldn't say three words that day. What can he ask for?

Wei Junmo didn't care. He looked at Nangong Mo and said, "go out for a walk."

Nangong Mo nodded, smiled at the abbot and asked, "by the way, abbot, were all the Pilgrims who stayed in Daguang Temple yesterday?"

The abbot nodded and said, "the stolen things are not trivial, so the pilgrims are still in the temple and haven't left."

In that case, how did Qin Zixu leave?

"Are the Qin people there?"

As the abbot of a temple, he doesn't know these things clearly. Instead, a master nearby came forward and said, "go back, princess. Miss Qin stayed in Daguang Temple last night. This morning, the eldest childe of the Qin family came to pick up Miss Qin to leave, but he didn't let him in because of the martial law in the temple."

It turned out that Qin Zixu was not in Daguang Temple last night. I think so. Now the Qin family is busy. Where do you have time to hang out. Qin Zixu worried about his sister. He also squeezed out time to accompany her, and then rushed back to the city every day. It didn't take much time from Ziyun mountain to Jinling.

Nangong Mo nodded and said to Wei Junmo, "let's go out for a walk."

Wei Junmo also had no opinion and nodded slightly. So they left Huang changsun, who was working hard, and went out for a walk.

Nangong mo of Daguang temple came twice and stayed for several days. Naturally, they were not unfamiliar. They walked hand in hand and went to the guest house where the pilgrims lived in the back mountain. As he walked, Nangong Mo said, "it's strange that anyone would come to steal the first queen's scroll?" just as he Wenli thought, the scroll had no appreciation value and could not be exchanged for money except that it was copied by the first queen. Of course, if it is passed down to future generations, it will certainly be valuable, but it will not be considered for future generations now, will it? Besides, there are many things that can be used as heirlooms, and there is no need to take this risk.

Wei Junmo was dark and indifferent, and said, "there are strict guards around the main hall, but the monks in the hall are stunned and no one found them. If the person who started the attack is a very powerful thief, it is... Someone is guarding himself."

Nangong Mo hugged his arm, frowned as he walked and said, "guard himself?"

"Ah?!" as soon as they came to the corner, they heard a sad cry from behind. Looking at each other, they both exercised their lightness skills at the same time and ran in the direction of the sound. The place where the cry came from was the monk meditation room across a yard. Before they entered, they smelled a bloody smell. He hurriedly rushed to the open door of the meditation room, but he Wenli fell to the ground and donated blood. A few steps away from him, the master who had just accompanied him fell to the ground and couldn't stand up. There was a dark red pool of blood under him. A few more steps forward, a disciple in gray monk's clothes was already out of breath. Nangong Mo stepped forward, squatted down and explored the master's neck, shaking his head at Wei Junmo.

"What's going on?" Wei Junmo asked coldly.

He Wenli turned pale and said, "when we came to the meditation room, there was another man in the room. The one on the bed was dead. The man killed the master, and then..." Wei Junmo glanced at him coldly and turned away. Nangong Mo looked at he Wenli and said, "can you stand up, Mr. He?"