Flourishing age's Medical concubine

He Wenli smiled bitterly, stood up on the wall and said, "it's the first time..." he looked up and smiled at Nangong mo. he remembered that he had been impolite in front of the princess of Xingcheng. He quickly arched his hands and said, "when I met this kind of thing for the first time, I still hope the princess will forgive me." Nangong Mo said: "it doesn't matter. If Lord he can't hold it, sit down for a while." He Wenli looked at the blood sprayed all over himself, and his face looked a little bitter. He really can't hold on.

After looking around the meditation room, the disciples of Daguang temple are very simple, with only one bed, one table and one cabinet. The things on the bed and in the cabinet were a little messy. It was obvious that the killer was looking for something. Nangong Mo stared at the blood on the ground and frowned slightly, "Lord he, what does the man who escaped look like?"

He Wenli frowned and said, "the man dressed like an ordinary disciple. The master... Seems to know him too. However, I didn't see my face when I walked behind. I only heard them say two words, and then the man suddenly killed the master and rushed out."

"You didn't see your face from beginning to end?"

He Wenli nodded sadly. Nangong Mo squatted on the ground, looked at the blood on the ground, stretched out a hand stained with a trace of blood, smelled it, and asked, "think carefully, that man... Was injured from time to time?"

"Hmm?" he Wenli was stunned, lowered his eyebrows and thought. After a while, he raised his head and said, "by the way, he pushed me when he rushed past me. I really want to see a stain on his left arm, which should be blood. Look!" he Wenli pointed to his shoulder. Sure enough, there was a unclear blood fingerprint, "I thought it was the blood of the victim. Now think about it... There was no scar on the little monk, and the dagger that killed the master... There seemed to be no blood. It was stained by the master's blood after it was thrown on the ground." he Wenli was excited and danced and said: "By the way, that man is about... About two inches shorter than me. He is very thin. There should be a scar on his left arm... It should be easy to find as long as he doesn't escape from daguangsi temple? I'll find Shizi!"

"I heard it." Wei Junmo came in from the outside and said calmly, "I've ordered people to search."

He Wenli touched his nose and asked, "princess, how did you know that the murderer had it?"

Nangong Mo pointed to the blood on the ground and said, "you said that the murderer only stabbed the master. According to the direction of the blood splash... These blood stains should not exist. Since the murderer threw the murder weapon at the scene, there is no possibility that it might drip from the murder weapon. And..." Nangong Mo went to the body lying on the bed and poked away his hand: "There was no trauma all over his body, but there was blood on his fingers. Naturally, it wouldn't be his own blood."

Wei Jun looked up at the street and said, "this man is trained to be the Vajra finger of Buddhism. There should be three holes in the arm of the person who carried it away. If it is heavy, the arm bone may have been broken. The cause of death... Should also be the flying flower palm of Buddhism. The appearance is harmless, but... All the internal organs are broken." Nangong Mo felt the tip of his hair silently. Each set of martial arts had a nice name. It happened that there were many kinds of martial arts in the world and he was not tired. It happened that Prince Wei could see what martial arts were caused at a glance. It was really powerful. Therefore, people in the Jianghu just had nothing to do.

He Wenli frowned and said, "so it's his own disciples in Daguang Temple who did it?" Are these people crazy? It's possible to directly order the slaughter of Daguang temple in the temper of the emperor. Look at the master who died in peace on the ground, he Wenli feels that Daguang temple is going to be miserable. He has to do something to thank the master for saving his life. If the master didn't walk ahead, he would be the one who died.

"Shizi, princess, this..."

"What's the matter?!" Xiao Qianye, who received the news, came in a hurry with the abbot and others. As soon as he came to the door, he was startled by the bloody scene in the room.

"Younger martial brother?!" the abbot was shocked. "What's the matter, Lord he?"

He Wenli sighed, looked at the abbot and said, "master, disciples of your temple..."

"Find out all the people who have practiced flying flower palm in Daguang temple!" Wei Junmo coldly interrupted he Wenli and said in a deep voice.

Master abbot, how can you not know what happened? Even the Taoist monk turned white and shook his body. After a long time, he sighed, folded his hands and read a Buddhist name: "yes, if it was really done by a capable disciple... I am willing to bear the responsibility."

"Amitabha!" the disciples shouted in unison. The two people lying on the ground and on the bed silently recited the death mantra.

Xiao Qianye's face was livid. He glanced at the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Jun Mo, what's going on?"

He Wenli hurriedly came forward to tell the story again and said, "the officer was frightened for a moment, so he screamed. The thief must have known that someone would come immediately, so he hurried away." Xiao Qianye frowned and said, "so, it's sure that it's from Daguang temple?"

Wei Junmo said calmly, "although flying flower palm is a Buddhist martial art, it is a basic martial art, and it is not unique to Daguang temple. There are many people who know this martial art in the Jianghu."

Xiao Qianye said patiently, "what does Jun Mo think?"

"Just find someone." Wei Junmo said.

"..." Xiao Qianye.

There are many monks in Daguang temple, but because they focus on Buddhism and do not set foot in the Jianghu, there are not many monks practicing martial arts in Daguang temple. Not many people have practiced flying flower palm. Of course, we should rule out the situation that someone is hidden. However, there was no need to be afraid to stir up the masses for the things that the emperor personally ordered to investigate. All the monks pulled down the square in front of the grand hall to inspect one by one. Have you ever practiced martial arts? How tall are you? Are you hurt? All suspicious ones should be deducted first.

Master nianyuan reluctantly let the bodyguard finish the inspection. He looked at Xiao Qianye and he Wenli, who directed the people to carefully inspect not far away, looked at Wei Junmo and Nangong Mo nearby and asked, "do you really think this can find the murderer?"

Wei Junmo asked calmly, "what else can you do?"

Nianyuan was silent for a long time and sighed, "No."

"What is flawless thinking?" Wei Junmo looked down and asked Nangong Mo, who leaned against the thoughtful one again. Nangong Mo Ningmei said, "you said... Why did the murderer kill the monk and Master Kong Ming?"

Nian Yuandao said: "it should be to kill Du Hong. As for martial nephew Kongming... It's probably an accident. But in that case, the murderer is naturally someone Kongming knows."

Nangong Mo asked, "is master nianyuan familiar with the disciples in the temple?"

Nianyuan shook his head and said, "I have been practicing with my master since I was a child. After the master passed away, I have lived in the back mountain of Daguang temple. Only one martial uncle and several martial brothers and nephews are familiar to the disciples in the temple." nianyuan's generation in Daguang Temple is too high. Even today's Abbot Kong Ru is two generations away from him. Naturally, there is no intersection between the younger generations.