The little novice monk carried a small cup of lamp oil and wanted to rush to the eternal lights of the halls to add oil to the end of the lights to prevent the Buddha from being neglected.

He rushed to a Arhat Hall in the southeast of the mountain. When he turned his eyes, he saw a man lying quietly in the grass, revealing a pair of snow-white Buddha shoes.

The paper lantern outside the grass had been burned, leaving only a pool of embers and a thin bamboo pole that was burned to the dark.

The little shaman threw the lamp oil and screamed in shock.

With Ruyi's maintenance for many years, the temple was disciplined. When Ruyi heard the news, no one moved the body lightly. Only three or four disciples surrounded him in horror to protect the scene.

In addition, Liu Yuanqiong, the young master of Changyoumen, is also nearby.

He got up early by habit. When he was practicing in the morning along the mountain, he saw a commotion here and rushed over.

A little novice monk was asking him: "Little donor Liu, your face..."

Liu Yuanqiong touched his swollen cheeks and said angrily: "I bumped into the door frame."

When Liu Yuanqiong saw Ru Ru's arrival, his face changed, but he did not immediately attack, but just staggered his sight.

The strong smell of lamp oil completely concealed the bloody smell, but even so, there was still a special atmosphere that could not be moved.

...Demon Breath.

Ruyi's expression remains unchanged, but she has a scheming in her heart.

Hanshan Temple seems loose, but it has a secretly protected temple formation, which records the number of people in the temple, summarizes it in real time, and concentrates it in a consistent sea of ​​consciousness, so as not to sneak out of the temple or to avoid any ulterior motives from sneaking in.

Last night it was a lantern festival, and monks gathered together and dispersed until midnight.

From last night to now, there was no movement in the temple protection formation, which also means that no one went up the mountain or left the temple.

In other words, the murderer is still in the temple.

As soon as I didn't check the body, I said, "Tell me my order and immediately block Hanshan Temple."

A disciple hurriedly bowed: "Yes!"

As soon as Ru walked towards the pair of Buddha's shoes, she asked the little novice monk beside her: "Who was killed in the temple?"

The little novice monk did not dare to look up and replied with tears: "Uncle Hui Ruyi...yes..."

His desire to speak was too obvious.

Seeing that he was reacting like this, he felt like he was in a state of stuttering. Without waiting for the answer, he quickly stepped into the grass.

He pushed the lush wormwood away.

When Hai Jing's eyes that were half open and never open and never close to each other's death came into view, the little novice monk replied in a crying voice: "It's Hai Jing..."

Hearing this name, Liu Yuanqiong was shocked, his hand holding the sword trembled, and walked straight forward and looked at the man's face.

Ruyi ignored him.

He looked at Haijing's face with his noisy words in his ears, all of which were all insignificant, no point, and all of them were gossips.

Hai Jing was already tender, her face was white, and she had not yet completely removed her childishness. The blood condensed in her throat made him look even smaller, like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

But Ruyi knew in his heart that two months left, it was his 18th birthday.

Ru never cared about it.

But Ruyi has always been remembered.

...The Demonic Way.

Like a fire in one's heart, the face is like frost.

He calmly angrily made a decision.

If he catches him, he will use his blood to sacrifice the dead souls.

Liu Yuanqiong picked up a waist sign from Hanshan Temple, which was engraved with the name of the deceased.

Liu Yuanqiong held the sign and stared at it for a long time, as if he wanted to look at the two simple words into his heart.

He whispered to the sign: "...Haijing, you look like this."

Then, he quietly hid the sign on his body, his eyes hidden sorrow, but it was like a bright torch.

Don't worry, I will find the real murderer for you.

I only have one night friends.

“…Qiong’er.”

A call made Liu Yuanqiong turn around: "Father."

"On the way I came, I met a disciple who went to pass the order, and I had roughly heard of the cause of the incident." The person who came was Liu Yu. He held a whisk in his hand and bowed to Hai Jing's body, with a slightly painful expression. "Recently, the personnel exchanges in Hanshan Temple are all praying for the ten years of my son's death. However, such things happened, which was not what I wanted."

He said to Ru Yi gracefully and solemnly: "Mr. Ru Yi, I have heard of you and have had a few encounters with you. You are the monk who protects the temple in Hanshan Temple."

As in one: "Yes."

Liu Yu waved his sleeves and said generously: "You can check the people I bring. This little master cannot die in vain, he must find out the truth!"

Ruyi said lightly: "Yes. If I catch that person, I will crush his bones and ashes, making it difficult for him to enter the cycle of reincarnation."
Chapter completed!