"Bang!"

"Donors, let's go together." The monk clasped his hands together and lowered his eyebrows.

"The monk is too bullying others, and he is standing side by side."

"Bang bang bang."

Sure enough, as Jiang Ye expected, the monk put a ticket in front of him in a few seconds, and he didn't even breathe.

"Amitabha, I offended you. Please wait a few days later, donors." The monk clasped his hands together, his face calm, and did not feel proud of defeating these corpses.

The stadiumers looked unbelievable. When they were on the black man, they thought they were sure to win, but they didn't expect that the monk defeated their second-in-command in just one move.

They even asked them to go together. When the head of the umbrella was gone, they followed the command of the second-in-command and rushed forward, and they were all knocked down by others.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly. There was no martial arts method in martial arts, and he could not even see the internal energy or true energy, nor did he have light waves. He simply relied on the power and the speed was fast. He won these two points.

The little monk beside him muttered in a low voice, with a proud smile on his face.

"Have Master Guangjing's martial arts improved again?"

"Who said no? Since using holy water, all the fatigue of practicing qigong in the past has dissipated, and the strength has begun to improve by leaps and bounds."

"The master of the inner courtyard used not diluted holy water, right? I really want to try it."

"Let's get used to it first. The master has said that he can't even bear the dilution, so how can he bear the holy water that is higher than the level."

"The two little masters are polite. They are Fan Jin, a juren who went to Beijing to take the exam. I wonder what the holy water is talking about? " Jiang Ye smiled and bowed his hand.

The two little monks were obviously startled, but instead saw a gentle young man wearing a veil hat and a round neck robe shirt. When he heard the other party say that he was a juren who went to Beijing to take the exam, he was so frightened that he was unhappy that he disappeared.

That is to be a high-ranking official in Beijing. If they accidentally offend them, although they don’t have to care too much, they don’t want to offend scholars after all.

"The donor Fan is polite, but I am Huilin."

"The donor Fan is polite, but I am Huisheng."

The two little novice monks hurriedly clasped their gifts and smiled, as if they were disturbed and frightened just now were hallucinations.

Jiang Ye nodded in his heart, no wonder Elder Tang said to everyone that he had gone to the West to seek scriptures from the Eastern Land and the Great Tang Dynasty. He had a name and was indeed very useful.

"The donor doesn't know that the holy water in our Gushan Temple is well-known. Most of the pilgrims want to ask for a drop, but they dare not say that they can cure all diseases. Eighty-nine out of ten diseases in the world, as long as one drop, will be apart." Huilin had a proud look on his face, and he didn't care that his own treasure was known.

And according to his opinion, this treasure seems to be quite famous, and many people come to seek holy water.

"Amitabha." Huisheng put his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name, but the expression on his face could not be covered.

Jiang Ye pretended to be surprised, as if he was a little disbelief: "It's really that magical? I wonder if I can let someone see you?"

"This..." Huilin's eyes turned, but his face was a little hesitant.

"Amitabha." Huisheng was the same. The two of them didn't continue talking about it.

Jiang Ye suddenly realized that he was asking for a bribe. Judging from the appearance of these two little novice monks, they probably don’t have enough pockets.

Jiang Ye pursed his lips. He didn't know that the plot mission was ancient, so he didn't prepare any silver. He looked for his backpack, took down the convex lens in front of the flashlight, and took out the action of taking it out of the sleeve.

"Please please feel comfortable with it." Jiang Ye smiled and handed the convex lens to Hui Lin.

Huilin and Huisheng's eyes were about to pop out, and even his breathing became heavy.

This best crystal has no trace of variegated color, no cracks, exquisite polishing, crystal clear. Although the price will be very low because it is white crystal, it is also a treasure.

The two looked at each other and saw the greed and heat in each other's eyes. Their first reaction was, "Take this crystal, this is a big fat sheep."

"Please wait, the donor will go back."

After a while, Huisheng trotted back, and the sweat on his face did not hide his joy at all. He covered a crude pottery bottle and handed it to Jiang Ye: "Don't say anything, don't say anything. There are five drops of holy water in this bottle, which is enough to live dead people and flesh and bones."

"I understand." Jiang Ye quietly threw the clay jar into his backpack, showing a calm smile.

"Amitabha." Huisheng and Huilin clasped together and performed the ceremony, and then left in a hurry.

Jiang Ye was a little wandering around and suddenly laughed, "It seems that this holy water is not valuable. Any little novice monk can take it out. In other words, Gushan Temple either has a 'fountain' or can create holy water by man."

"It turns out that the donor is here, and the abbot has agreed. I will ask the donor to go with the little monk." Huitong walked to Jiang Ye's side.

"Okay, let's go." Jiang Ye's eyes lit up, and he happened to want to go and see the corpse.

...

By the time Jiang Ye and Huitong arrived, the little shaman's Zen room had been cleared. A monk with a round dumb face was piled with flesh on his face and could not see his eyes: "Amitabha, the little monk Guangnan, I guess this one is Donor Fan."

"Fan Jin, a juren, takes the exam, is polite." Jiang Ye bows his hands to salute.

Some people came one after another, a big man with a black face, and his clothes were the same as those of the bodyguard that Jiang Ye saw in the front yard.

Although I don't know what excuse they used, the players also followed.

It looks fierce and the thin and flowing light and shadow that are as thin as hemp stalks.

"Amitabha." The great monk Guangnan sighed.

Jiang Ye walked forward and looked at the corpse.

The two eye sockets became two black holes, and the blood had turned black and flowed down both sides. Jiang Ye swung Huiming's head, and there was a hole in the middle of his forehead, as if something was grabbing his head, crushing his eyes and crushing the bones in the middle of his forehead.

"Diet time is about ugly."

"The murderer forcibly crushed his eyes with great force, causing death. There was a hole as thick as a finger in the middle of his forehead. It should have been a use of some kind of artifact like a pestle."

"But I don't understand why he didn't resist, and even the people around him heard no sound."

Jiang Ye said while looking around.

In fact, Jiang Ye knew from the first glance that this was not a human crime. It was probably not human beings who could kill people quietly among so many novice monks.

"Wait, his brain marrow is gone, either." After opening the hole in his head, Jiang Ye found that Huiming's head was empty, as if he was sucked out by a big straw. Although the brain marrow was gone, it did not collapse.

Feng Xing looked at Jiang Ye with a scrutiny. He also knew that it shouldn't be a crime, but now he is more interested in this juren.

Modern people are in ancient times, and it is hard to say whether they have a long time. If they have a short time, they will always appear out of place. No matter how good they are disguised, it is the case, because the atmosphere from modern times is completely different from the atmosphere from ancient times.

"Is this really a crime?" The black-faced man frowned. He always felt a chill behind him. He had encountered many strange things in his journey, so although the black-faced man did not say it clearly, he had already told everyone that 'This may be a ghost killing'.

"Amitabha." The monk with narrow eyes squinted his eyes pronounced the Buddha's name without saying much.

"I feel something is wrong with him." Feng Xing leaned quietly against Mazha and said in a low voice. He looked at Jiang Ye and signaled Mazha.

Ma Zu nodded, and his eyes also showed doubts: "So, I, I always feel that he is out of place with us."

"Is he a player too?" The two looked at each other.
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