Ningma pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "The murderer interrupted the child's heart pulse through the air, leaving no trace on his skin. A poor monk cannot prove his innocence."
Qin Yao: "I have a way to help the master get rid of the suspicion. It depends on whether you are willing."
"What can be done?" Ningma asked.
"Search, soul!" Qin Yao said word by word.
Ningma frowned and shouted: "The soul-searching technique is against morality and is a forbidden technique. You actually know this kind of magic?"
Qin Yao looked calm and said: "There is no good or evil in skills, only talents have good or evil."
"absurd."
Ningma said: "These words are purely excusing. There is no good or evil in magic. How can magic power affect people's minds and make people feel unfeeling?"
Qin Yao: "Isn't it a matter of course that I forcefully practice a skill that I can't control, and then it backfires on me? How can I blame the skill?"
"Strong words!" Ningma said.
Qin Yao chuckled: "In other words, you don't agree with using this method to clear your innocence, right?"
"Of course I don't agree." Ningma said: "As a Buddhist cultivator, how can I encourage the arrogance of demonic powers?"
Qin Yao shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Then we have no choice but to ask the master to come with us."
Ningma: "I can't go with you, I want to investigate this matter."
Qin Yao drew out the God-Beheading Sword with his backhand and said solemnly: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you get what you want."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Xiaofang, Athena, Red and White Demons, Xiao Wenjun...
People, gods, and ghosts formed a circle, surrounding Ningma.
Ningma frowned, raised his right arm, and struck Qin Yao with a palm in the air.
Qin Yao raised his left hand and responded with Arhat Palm. The two golden palm prints collided in mid-air and exploded.
"Arhat Palm...are you a Buddhist cultivator?" Ningma said in astonishment.
Qin Yao shook his head: "Buddha is the Tao, and I am a Taoist cultivator."
After this palm duel, Ningma gave up using Qin Yao as a breakthrough point, turned around and rushed towards the wedding dress.
"Let's go together."
Qin Yao held the God-Beheading Sword, his huge body suddenly leaped up, and struck Ningma's head with the white-gold shining sword.
Mao Xiaofang, Athena, the Red and White Demons, Xiao Wenjun and others cast spells at the same time to attack Ningma...
Ningma's combat prowess in the original work is on par with Mao Xiaofang's, and is not ridiculously strong in reality.
This resulted in him being quickly defeated under the siege of humans, gods, and ghosts. He could only be beaten and had no ability to fight back.
Outside Gantian Town, in a golden sedan chair surrounded by eighteen Buddhist cultivators, Pasiba, the abbot of the shrine, had bright eyes and looked at the scene of people besieging Ningma in the town and on the street from a distance, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
After a long time, after watching Ningma being subdued, he waved his hand and ordered: "Get up the sedan and follow me to save Ningma."
Four eminent monks carried the sedan chair, and, surrounded by fourteen other eminent monks, walked quickly into Gantian Town.
On the street, the people escorting Ningma felt a pressure for no reason. When they looked up, they saw a group of monks carrying a sedan. The sedan was shining with a faint golden light, which was very conspicuous in the night.
"stop."
When the sedan was only half a foot away from the crowd, a solemn and deep voice suddenly came from the sedan.
The group of monks stopped, and the four eminent monks put down the golden sedan chair. They opened the curtain with a pair of palms, and thousands of golden lights emitted from the curtain...
The abbot of the shrine stepped out of the sedan chair under the golden light. He wanted to look down at the crowd, but he was not as tall as Qin Yao, so he could only hold his head up slightly.
"Meet the abbot of the shrine." Among the crowd, Ningma, whose face was as golden as paper, bowed.
Phagsipa raised his hand and asked: "Venerable Nyingma does not need to be polite. What is your situation?"
Ningma smiled bitterly: "A child who I had contact with died under the Tantric Mahamudra, and I became the biggest suspect."
Ba Siba frowned slightly and glanced at the others: "Who is in charge?"
Mao Xiaofang reached out and pushed Qin Yao. The latter took a step forward slightly and looked down at Ba Siba: "What do you want to say?"
Pasiba has been in control of the shrine for more than ten years. This is the first time he has looked up to others, and it is also the first time he has been looked down upon. An uncontrollable anger surges out of his heart. Fortunately, he is very deep in the city, so he did not let this anger rise just now.
Fire burned into his face.
"What I want to say is that Venerable Nyingma is one of the leaders of our shrine. He is of high character and has countless merits. He will definitely not do anything to kill children!"
Qin Yao: "If he didn't kill him, then you killed him?"
Pa Siba: "..."
Why is this person so unreasonable?
"presumptuous!"
The eighteen monks who followed the abbot roared at the same time and looked at Qin Yao with murderous looks on their faces, as if they would launch a suicide attack with just one order from Pa Siba.
"Presumptuous?" Qin Yao sneered: "You are really treating yourself, no, it should be said that you really treat him as a noble lord, a feudal king?"
"Control your temper, how can you be so angry?" Seeing the monks' eyes cracked and furious, Pasiba scolded them.
Under his shouts, the monks all bowed their heads like slaves.
Only then did Qin Yao realize that the name of the abbot of the other side's shrine was really not just talk.
"Fellow Taoist, it's easy to break if you are too strong. Your temper can easily bring disaster."
Ba Siba turned to look at Qin Yao again and said sincerely.
Qin Yao smiled: "Then let me give you a piece of advice: keep a low profile when you go out. Generally speaking, people who are too high-profile will not end well."
Pa Siba: "..."
It is obvious that this person has a fiery temper and cannot stand any grievance.
Of course, he never thought about it. He was a stranger, so why should others suffer his grievances?
Qin Yao: "If you can prove that this great monk is not the murderer, then bring out the evidence. If the evidence is conclusive, we will apologize immediately.
If you can’t produce any evidence and just rely on empty words to get us to release him, what are you dreaming about? This is the Central Plains, not your shrine.”
Pa Siba: "..."
In terms of strength, he may be stronger, but in terms of quarreling, he is really not good at it.
Seeing this unruly man humiliating his king, the eighteen monks felt humiliated, but were restricted by Pasipa's order and did not dare to scold him again.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What do you want to do with the Venerable Nyingma?" Not long after, Phagpa asked expressionlessly.
"Bring him back to the Taoist Temple first to prevent him from escaping after committing suicide, and then slowly investigate the matter." Qin Yao said.
Pasiba said: "To be honest, I came here mainly to find the soul boy of the shrine.
However, the confirmation ceremony of the soul boy in the shrine must be witnessed by two venerables.
Can you all give me a favor to the shrine and allow Venerable Nyingma to participate in the ceremony of selecting the soul boy in three days?"
Qin Yao pondered for a moment and said, "Okay."
Pasipa nodded and immediately said: "Don't worry, Venerable Nyingma, I will do my best to find out the truth and help you clear your grievances."
"Thank you, Abbot." Ningma said calmly, with no trace of gratitude on his face.
"Are you at odds with that abbot?"
Later, Qin Yao took the lead in escorting Ningma to Fuxi Hall and suddenly asked.
Ningma nodded slightly: "He is not the soul boy selected by the previous abbot of the shrine. He can become the abbot of the shrine without going through the inheritance ceremony. It is purely because the previous abbot died too suddenly. In desperation, he just let him steal it. authority."
Qin Yao: "..."
understood.
This Nyingma Venerable was a typical member of the old imperial party, and he had no dealings with the new emperor Phagpa.
"Xiao Hai, prepare a room for this Master Ningma."
After entering the main hall, Mao Xiaofang ordered: "Take care of three meals a day and don't be rude."
"Yes, Master." Xiaohai nodded in response and greeted: "Master Ningma, please come with me..."
Ningma remained silent and followed his steps silently.
"Dao Zhang Qin, how should we proceed next?"
Mao Xiaofang thought about it over and over again. The clues have been cut off at this point. There are no clues and no direction. How can we continue to trace back?
"Take people to keep an eye on Ningma, and I'll look for clues." Qin Yao replied.
Mao Xiaofang didn't know where he was going to find clues, but looking at the determined look on the other party's face, he knew that the other party must know more than he did.
And what I can do is to give the other person the greatest trust and wait silently for a result...
"Meet the abbot."
Wanying Hall, main entrance.
Atisha and a group of monks knelt down in front of the golden-domed sedan chair, bowed to the ground, and paid homage.
With a majestic look on his face, like a king greeted by his ministers, Phagpa slowly walked out of the golden-domed sedan chair, walked past the monks with an indifferent expression, and walked into the Buddhist hall: "Atisha, follow me."
"Yes, Abbot."
Atisha got up from the ground, lowered his head and followed the opponent's footsteps.
Shaoyan.
The monarch and his ministers came to the main hall one after another. Pasiba lifted up his clothes and sat on the main seat like a golden sword. He said indifferently: "How did you go about investigating the matter?"
"Reporting to the abbot, it has been confirmed that Luo Sang was picked up by the Luo couple. All the information matches the clues you provided. Nine times out of ten, she is your biological daughter." Atisha took the initiative to close the wooden door and whispered. said the voice.
Phagpa breathed a sigh of relief and said: "In this case, there is no need for the Luo couple to exist. Atisha, you go and send someone to get rid of the Luo couple. I will try my best to make my daughter a The soul boy of the shrine.”
"Abbott, there is a little problem." Atisha said cautiously.
"What's the problem?" Pasiba felt a little dissatisfied, and a trace of irritation appeared on his face.
"The Luo family and his wife settled in a house near Fuxi Hall for some unknown reason. If they do it rashly, I'm afraid they will alert the enemy." Atisha said in a low voice.
"The people in Fuxi Hall are busy interrogating Ningma right now, and their main focus cannot be on the Luo couple. If you go there in person, you will definitely kill the couple," said Ba Siba.
Atisha's lips trembled and he stopped talking.
"Don't you understand why I want to kill them so urgently?" Basiba asked.
Atisha said: "I am ignorant, please give me some advice from the abbot."
Ba Siba exhaled softly and said: "The main reason is that Fuxitang and I have made an appointment to hold the soul boy selection ceremony three days later.
If the Luo couple had not died, Luo Sang would not have been allowed to participate in this ceremony.
How could Luosang become the soul boy of the shrine if he didn't participate in the ceremony?
Therefore, for Luo Sang, the Luo family must die."
Atisha suddenly realized, bowed and said: "I understand, the main purpose of your sending people to kill the child is not to put the blame on Ningma, but to use Ningma to contain Fuxitang's main energy so that we can kill Luo Shi Couple."
Basiba sneered and said: "I don't think that the life of a mere little boy can be buried with Ningma... Everyone is just my pawn, and everything is under my control."
A hint of reverence flashed in Atisha's eyes, and he bowed and said, "Abbott is so wise and powerful, and my subordinates are so impressed that they fell to the ground."
"Stop flattering and get to work quickly to prevent long nights and nightmares." Pasiba scolded.
Midnight watch.
The stars and moon are dim.
Atisha was wearing a black thief outfit, a black hood on his head, and a black scarf on his face. He came to the Luo family house with a vigorous posture, pointed his toes on the ground, jumped lightly, and his body flew into the air. Get up and climb over the stone wall lightly.
His eyes were like lightning, and he glanced in all directions. Seeing that the surroundings were peaceful, he breathed a sigh of relief quietly, walked to the front of the main room, stretched out his hand to twist open the window paper, took out a bamboo tube, and blew out all the white smoke sealed in the tube. Got in.
Then, he put away the bamboo pipe and waited quietly for a moment, then put his hand on the wooden door, used his magic power to remove the door bolt, and gently pushed the wooden door open.
Stepping into the room where he couldn't even see his fingers, Atisha took out a fire stick from his waist, took off his hat and blew on it twice. As soon as a few sparks came out of the fire stick, a black shadow suddenly floated in front of him, scaring him. He almost jumped up, and quickly blew the fire stick and held the firelight forward, but he didn't see anything.
"What the hell!"
Atisha complained silently in his mind, held up the fire folding bag and came to the table, raised his hand to light the oil lamp on the table.
"call……"
A gust of wind blew over from nowhere, slamming the wooden door shut, and Atisha was so frightened that he almost lost his grip on the fire stick.
He finally controlled his trembling arms and lit the oil lamp on the table. With the relatively bright light of the oil lamp, he suddenly noticed a figure sitting at the long table of the Eight Immortals in front of him.
Atisha's scalp suddenly felt numb. He subconsciously raised the oil lamp and looked forward. He saw a powerful man sitting silently on a chair, his arms supporting the table, smiling but not smiling.
Look at yourself.
Atisha's body trembled, and she subconsciously said: "Taoist Master Qin, why are you here?"
Didn't the abbot say that people from Fuxi Hall were interrogating Ningma? What about the sudden appearance of Taoist Qin?
"Master Atisha?" Qin Yao asked.
Seeing him calling out his name, Atisha came back to his senses and actually spoke out what was in his heart with a bald mouth.
What's even more troublesome is that he hasn't changed his voice yet!
"What Atisha?" In desperation, Atisha had no choice but to make her voice thicker and asked deliberately.
"Stop pretending, since everything is exposed, why not just admit it frankly?" Qin Yao said calmly.
Atisha's heart trembled, and without saying a word, she turned around and ran towards the wooden door.
However, before he had taken two steps, he suddenly found that something seemed to be hooked on his ankle, causing him to spend a lot of effort every step he took.
He finally struggled to reach the wooden door. As soon as he opened the wooden door, a white-gold arrow came from outside and shot through his right leg in an instant.
"ah!
"
Atisha screamed in pain and stumbled to the ground. Blood continued to flow from the wound on his thigh, moistening the black hair on the ground...