The Retirement of the Demon Lord

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This place was devastated by the duel of three spiritual masters yesterday. There are broken rocks and trees everywhere, and monks in twos and threes are cleaning and repairing it. They saw Shi Prison's eyes with a little fear. To say that the three murders that happened before can barely say that Shi Prison may not have murdered, then the fact that the abbot was killed by him yesterday is a foregone conclusion.

Who knows when this person will go crazy again! This kind of fear is like a haze, which is densely covered in the hearts of all the monks in Shenzong Temple.

Master Huifang stood at the gate of the courtyard, signaling everyone to stop.

"Why, the murder happened at the gate of the yard?" Gong Bujue said anxiously, closing the folding fan with a snap.

This time, he was very serious. In the last round, Lu Jianyi had already taken the lead by relying on Hou Jingtian's investigation ability.

"No. I plan to introduce you to the basic situation related to the case first." Master Huifang paused and started from the beginning, "Since Shi Shi came to Shenzong Temple, my temple has arranged disciples every day. Day and night guards. After a few years, Shi Shi had no intention of going away, and the killing intention dissipated, so he canceled this practice, and gave Shi Shi a lot of freedom. Until the murder of the elders of the Golden Shepherd, we all suspected Shi Shi. The benefactor did it, so I started this arrangement again."

"It was this disciple who was guarding outside the courtyard that day." Master Huifang later invited an accompanying martial monk disciple to say.

"Amitabha." The monk disciple nodded and said, "Because Shi Shi was not in the courtyard that day, I was the only one standing guard here."

"More than one person on weekdays?" Hou Jingtian asked carefully.

"Since the murder, at least one elder led a team and four disciples guarded the yard. If there is any trouble, we can immediately alert you," said the monk disciple.

It seems that everyone in Shenzun Temple is still very self-aware. They dare not say that they can stop the ghost-headed sword king. They only dare to say that they can give a roar alarm to Shenzun Temple.

"Okay, let's talk." Lu Fujin waved his hand to let him talk about the topic.

The disciple of the monk recalled in detail: "That day was more than a week after the death of the elder of Jinshemen. Around the afternoon, the guardian Zhou of the Yanyan Sect came to visit. The poor monk has explained to the guardian Zhou. The **** case happened a few days ago, and it was also said that the donor Shi was temporarily away, but the guardian Zhou did not hear it, and gloomily let the poor monk move away, he said that he had asked the donor Shi to reminisce about the old days, and he could wait inside."

As a branch of the Demon Sect, it is normal for the Yanyan Sect to behave erratically, not to mention that they often come to Shi Prison to reminisce about the past, so the monk disciples are used to it. Without bothering with him, let him go in and wait.

"After a while, the chef disciple brought the cakes, saying that it was requested by the guardian Zhou, and the poor monk let him in again." The monk disciple nodded with his bergamot hand upright.

Coincidentally, it was the kitchen disciple who had just discovered the corpse standing up. Originally, he was doing all the chores, and the matter of delivering the cakes fell to him again.

"He asked you to send cakes, right? You are Shenzun Temple, a sacred and secret institution jointly maintained by Shaolin and the imperial court, which houses the big devil, and what does it mean to be the same as the Shaolin Temptation Tea Restaurant? Do you believe it or not? I just ordered a sweet-scented osmanthus cake with Biluochun?" Xuelang couldn't help but taught a lesson.

"Because the money they give for sesame oil is really a lot." The chef's disciple is still quite honest.

More your sister! If you dare, you still have to look at the sesame oil money to distinguish the treatment!

"The three old friends of Shi Shi's old friends have added a lot of sesame oil money. They are really devoted to the Buddha, and they are kind and compassionate. It's a pity to let go of the world like this." Master Huifang couldn't help but sigh.

Where is the pity for these people to have ghosts? ? ? If people want to contact Shi Prisoner and let you turn a blind eye, you will give so much! You are good, use the stone prisoner as bait to fish, right?

"Okay, okay, you continue. Did you find anything strange when you sent the cakes in?" Hou Jingtian, as a Jinyiwei, has long been used to many unspoken rules. The world is by no means black and white. In most cases, the principle is not broken. Under the premise of each take what they need.

"No. Nursing Envoy Zhou likes to play Go and chat with donor Shi on the rooftop of the West Wing, so I still bring the cakes up. Nursing Envoy Zhou is sitting on a chair smoking his cigarette, and the chess table has been prepared in advance. Chess pieces. He looked bored, and even asked the poor monk if he could play chess, and accompany him to pass the time."

"You stay and play chess with him?" Hou Jingtian asked.

"No. Although the poor monk knows a little bit of Go, the guardsman Zhou was so choked up that he didn't want to stay for a while. In addition, the poor monk was busy with the kitchen, so the poor monk put down the cakes and left."

Seeing that everyone looked at the disciple of the back chef, the disciple of the monk replied: "He is right, and soon he came out from the gate of the courtyard. We chatted a few times, just after listening to him say that Zhou Nujiao is again If you smoke in the yard, the poor monk will immediately go in and stop drinking."

"No smoking in the yard? You guys are very particular." Gong Bujue laughed.

In the yard, there is a big devil who killed someone not long ago, and he is so meticulous in his mood.

"The smoke of the Tobacco Religion is thicker than ordinary tobacco, and it is easy to be attached to the daily necessities in the hospital. It is difficult to dispel the smell for a long time and will cause certain damage to the body of ordinary people. The smoking of bongs cannot be banned, so we have made a special rule because of the guardian teacher Zhou, who is not allowed to smoke bongs in the courtyard, but can smoke outside the courtyard. There is no place for the smoke outside the courtyard, and it will soon follow. The wind is blowing." Master Huifang added, "But Guardian Zhou still often secretly smokes in the yard or even in the room, we can't stare at him all the time, and we can only stop drinking when we notice it. "

Everyone understood the meaning and signaled the monk disciple to continue.

"The poor monk came to the west wing, and sure enough, he could smell the stench of smoke from the roof outside the house. He hurriedly shouted, 'This is Shenzun Temple, please protect the teacher Zhou to abide by the rules of Shenzun Temple~www .readwn.com~ Otherwise, don't blame the poor monk for being rude!'. Soon, the Guardian Zhou will come down."

"After all, it is the territory of the Shaolin Temple, of course he would not dare to cause trouble." Lu Fujin sneered.

"That's right. It was discovered that he violated the rules of Shenzun Temple, and the guardian Zhou still listened to the discipline." The monk disciple raised his head proudly, "He provocatively puffed a cigarette on the poor monk's face, and then walked erratically. I went out of the yard to find a place to smoke a bong. The poor monk didn't bother with him."

"He came back three times on the way. The first time was less than half an hour, and the second time was almost two hours apart. The first two times I asked the poor monk Shi Shi whether he came back, because he didn't come back, so the guardian Zhou left again. It was late at night when I came back for the third time. After hearing the poor monk say that Shi Shi had returned to the yard, he put away his smoking gun and walked in quickly."

When everyone heard this, Mingming felt that something was going to happen.

"About half an hour later, there was a sudden noise in the courtyard, and the poor monk quickly sounded the alarm and rushed in. After entering, the guard disciples and elders from the other three sides of the courtyard also arrived at the same time. When we rushed to the roof of the west wing, only Seeing Protector Zhou collapsed on the chair, with the wooden knife of the stone donor in his chest, looking like he was dead. And the stone donor is standing opposite him..."