The Path Toward Heaven

The young monk knew this person and knew that he was an adult in Qingnan Division in Chaonan City.

中 This middle-aged man named Shi Mingfengchen is an important figure in Qingtian Division, and now he is in charge of the relevant affairs of Yixing practice in Chaonan City.

Shi Fengchen responded to the young monk, then turned to the old monk, respectfully said, "I've met the master."

Most of the officials of the Tianqing Division of the Qing Dynasty are practitioners, or have a sectarian background, and Shi Fengchen is no exception.

According to the sectarian generation, he should call this old monk a master and ancestor, but after all, there is an official body, which is quite inconvenient, and it is more appropriate to call the other master.

The old monk said gently, "I don't know what Master Shi came to do?"

Shi Fengchen said with a bitter smile: "The good teacher learned that two things happened in Chaoyang City today, one of them went to the city and the other killed, both of them were practitioners."

The old monk asked, "Can it be related to us?"

The Daimiao door has been closed, and the dialogue was not overheard by outsiders. Shi Fengchen said directly, "Those who are from the Three Capitalists are dead."

The young monk was shocked by the words and glanced at the old monk.

Shi Fengchen continued: "It is those who want to fix the borneol in Baoshu Curie."

The old monk's face showed a sympathetic expression, saying, "I don't know where the remains of those Taoist friends are? The old monk wanted to read the passage to see him off."

Shi Fengchen said with a bitter smile: "The remains have been burned to ashes, and those who start are very cold."

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

"Where did this come from."

Shi Fengchen pretended to be displeased and said, "Who dares to doubt the virtues of Guocheng Temple?"

The young monk thought, if it wasn't because of the fixation of borneol, that the people of the three capitals would die, how could you come to us to do it?

"Dingshen Borneol was finally obtained by two people in room Xuanzi B."

Shi Fengchen looked to the young monk and asked sincerely, "I do n’t know, Master, do you know the origin of those two people?"

The young monk's expression was faint, thinking about the murderous intention hidden in the sword light that had been sent into the temple before, and he had already guessed the truth of the matter.

At this moment, the old monk suddenly said, "Are they two?"

不错 "Yes, the two men were masked in gray cloth, and Bao Shuju's manager did not see their true colors."

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

The young monk has determined at this time that the killer of the drug should be the Taoist ancestor of Qingshan Sect. Of course, he is unwilling to say that he is just a monk ...

"Can't say," said the old monk suddenly.

Shi Fengchen heard a few words, and thought that this was a striker.

The young monk swallowed back the words that were about to get out of his mouth, and looked uneasily at the master.

Suddenly he found that the box containing Dingshen Borneol was missing, and he didn't know where he was hiding by Shibo.

"Sin, sin."

The old monk glanced at the young monk, then turned to look at Shi Fengchen, and said, "My nephew is practicing mantra."

Shi Fengchen made a look of sudden realization.

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

The old monk said, "Sorry for not providing clues for adults."

Shi Fengchen smiled bitterly, knowing that there was a problem, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. When he reached the ground, he went out of the temple door.

The voices outside the temple gradually stopped, and the young monk was relieved and sat on the ground.

The old monk sighed and said, "I hope this matter will not cause trouble for Taoists."

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

The old monk knew what he meant, and said, "You are a closed man and you practice first. When will you leave Chaonan City?"

Uh ...

Uh ...

Late at night, Hongmao Zhai had closed.

In the inn not far away, Zhao Layue sat cross-legged on the ground in Room A of Tianzi, was meditating and nourishing her breath, and Firth sword hung above her head, turning slowly.

Kusui Jiu has come outside Chaonan City and has reached the middle of the Tongtian Bridge, which is the highest place.

The starlight of Pingxing illuminates the river, and the surging momentum is unabated, which is even more dangerous.

Kusui Jiu regained his sword knowledge and jumped straight down. A splash of water splashed on the river surface, and soon disappeared without attracting any attention.

The water of the Luohe River is extremely turbid, and it is too late at night, and it is impossible to see the objects, but it can not cover Jing Jiu's eyes.

I sneaked in the rapid and cold water for a long time, and he came to a remote corner deep in the cliff of the river.

的 The river here has become much smoother, but it is extremely stressful and extremely cold. Even a Kendo strongman who has no Zhangjing realm can't stay here for too long. If he is not physically special, there is no way to dive into such a deep place and find the ghostly eyes.

The ghost head is dead.

Ghost eyes are huge, with three-storey body and feet. If the forefoot is finned, the skin is smooth and the color is dark. It is embedded in the depth of the cliff and integrates with the surrounding environment ~ www.readwn.com ~ It is like the most ordinary rock It is indeed extremely difficult to find, no wonder the Aoyama Sect disciples have never been able to find the body.

Jing Jiu floated in front of Ghostly Eyes, and found that his neck and head were covered with sword wounds, his eyes were closed, and the blood was left blue, and he was not washed away by the river. The sword hurts, and the injuries to those eyes are more like some kind of volley.

"It really is being raised."

Kusui Jiu's eyes fell on the two chains, thinking silently.

The two iron chains tightly tied the back of the ghostly eye, the other end should be at the deepest part of the cliff hole.

I wandered in the dark river water, Jing Jiu looked around the huge body of the ghost eyes, except for those sword injuries, no new findings.

解 He untied the iron sword and stabbed towards the top of Guimu's head. Unexpectedly, the sword tip slipped, but he just left.

It is indeed a legendary demon from the abyss who swims across the West Sea. Even if he died, his skin was still firmer than steel, and it was by no means an ordinary flying sword.

Kusui Jiu's iron sword comes from Shiyuefeng Moxian. Although it is not a famous sword, it has some extraordinary features, but it is not sharp enough.

The dark river water vibrates slightly. If anyone can hear the sound from the bottom of the water, it should be able to hear the buzzing of bees. The silver bracelet on his hand is shaking.

Kusui Jiu ignored it and floated in front of Guimuxu, falling with his right hand.

A straight and clear fissure appeared on the tough and tough skin of the ghost eyes, and then opened more and more until the endometrium and cartilage were seen.

With a crackling sound, Jing Jiu tore the cartilage on the top of the ghost's head with both hands.

Looking at the empty Dan room above Guimu's head, he thought that Yao Dan was gone.

As a result, Liu was ten years old, hot, snow falling, and unconscious for a long time ... all kinds of visions have answers.