Volume II: The Case of the Red Lotus in the Ancient Temple Chapter 51: The Donor
Duan Ming was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure. Although he was very careful, he still inevitably made a little noise.
The figure seemed to have heard the voice and turned suddenly to look in Duan Ming's direction.
I saw that this man was holding a slender thread in his hands, and the thread was stained with blood.
"Oops!" Duan Ming was shocked, turned around and ran away.
Duan Ming is not an idiot. Since he has seen the other party, there is no reason why the other party cannot see him.
I stood there and waited stupidly, praying that the other party couldn't see me, knowing that the other party had already walked in front of me, and still holding on to luck.
In Duan Ming's opinion, such people would not be able to live up to the law of heaven until they die.
The figure was stunned by Duan Ming's actions. He didn't expect this person to escape so neatly.
Then the figure hurriedly chased after him. He didn't know what Duan Ming saw, so he absolutely couldn't let Duan Ming escape!
"Help! Killer!" However, before the figure could run a few steps, a scream was heard piercing the quiet night.
The figure paused, then raised a black bead with his arm and hit Duan Ming in the back of the heart. Then he jumped up and attacked Duan Ming.
However, at this moment, Duan Ming suddenly changed direction and ran in another direction, avoiding the beads by chance.
The figure's attack was immediately in vain.
"Ah ah ah, come here, we're going to kill someone!" Duan Ming screamed like a slaughtering pig, finally waking up everyone in the yard.
"Who is it? It's in the middle of the night!" A loud curse came out, and then figures walked out of the side room.
"Yeah, in the middle of the night, ghosts are crying and wolves are howling!"
"Killing? Who killed again? Who died again?"
"Amitabha, Clay Bodhisattva still has three points of fire energy. Do you really think that those of us who practice Buddhism have no temper?"
Soon, the courtyard was already crowded with people. When they saw it was Duan Ming, they were all stunned.
"Donor Duan?" Jingxin walked out of the crowd and looked at Duan Ming doubtfully: "Didn't you leave?"
"Well, I missed you halfway through the journey, so I came back." Duan Ming said with a smile: "Master Jingxin is really sorry, I really can't control my longing, and I can't care about day or night. I just
I want to see you as soon as possible."
As he spoke, Duan Ming looked behind him and saw that the figure had long since disappeared.
Apparently he was worried about being seen by others, so he ran away early.
Then Duan Ming's eyes swept across the faces of the monks in front of him, and he could remember each one. As long as he was here at this moment, he should not be the murderer.
"Amitabha, Donor Duan, don't make fun of the young monk." Jingxin took a step back with a strange look on his face.
"Really." Duan Ming said firmly.
"Amitabha!" At this moment, a monk shouted: "Mr. Duan, are you, the Mirror Secretary, bullying people too much? Not only has it seriously affected the life of our temple during this period, but now you are still here in the middle of the night! Really?
Do you think we are all clay sculptures?"
"Hey, Master Fajing, please don't be angry. Duan doesn't want to either." Duan Ming remembered that this monk had the biggest temper in Brahma Temple: "I just wanted to take a sneak peek at Master Jingxin, but I never thought about it.
, I saw the murderer killing someone."
"What?" More and more monks came over, and everyone was shocked when they heard this.
"Really, it's just over there..." Duan Ming pointed to the bushes not far away: "I just came in and saw a man in black killing someone. Then he was accidentally exposed and was attacked by the man in black.
He was being chased, so he yelled and wanted to ask for help."
"What!" Many monks' expressions changed and they hurriedly walked towards the bushes.
I saw a corpse lying there.
"Jinghui!" a monk suddenly shouted.
Duan Ming also walked over, his eyes narrowed slightly, thinking secretly: "It turns out to be him!"
This was the monk who had been surrounding Jingxin before. For the first time Duan Ming had a "fight" with Jingxin, it was this man who spoke for Jingxin.
But why did Jinghui stay here in this world? And why was she killed by the man in black.
"Amitabha, Amitabha!" Jingxin saw Jinghui's body, her body trembled slightly, and she kept preaching the Buddha's name.
"Master Jingxin, you are very close to Master Jinghui on weekdays. Does he like to come out in the middle of the night?" Duan Ming squatted down and looked at it under the moonlight.
There were no other injuries on Jinghui's body except for a long and thin mark on her neck.
His eyes were bulging, his hands were clenched, and bloodshot eyes could be seen on his fingertips. It seemed that Jinghui had resisted before his death, but it had no effect.
"Amitabha!" Jingxin shook his head: "As far as the young monk knows, it is not easy for Jinghui to go out at night."
"Then why is he here?" Duan Ming reached out and tapped his eyebrows lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Even if he wakes up at night, he won't come here."
"Mr. Duan?" At this moment, a voice came, it was Xing Qianqiu.
Xing Qianqiu heard the sound here, so he hurried over. Unexpectedly, he saw Duan Ming who had already left.
"Old Xing, long time no see." Duan Ming smiled and waved his hand.
"Why are you back? Where are Xu Ruoyun and the others?" Xing Qianqiu frowned and said in a deep voice.
"They..." Duan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, then shook his head: "Let's talk about it when we get back."
Then Xing Qianqiu had someone inspect the scene, and at the same time he and Duan Ming took Jinghui's body back.
Back in the North Courtyard, Xing Qianqiu looked at Duan Ming with an extremely serious face: "Mr. Duan, what happened? Why are you back? Where are Xu Ruoyun and the others?"
"Old Xu, five other people are already dead!" Duan Ming clenched his fists: "We encountered an ambush at the foot of the mountain..."
Duan Ming then told Xing Qianqiu what had happened before, and Xing Qianqiu remained silent for a long time.
"Don't worry." After a long time, Xing Qianqiu exhaled a long breath: "At dawn tomorrow, I will send someone to take Lao Xu and the others home! I will definitely treat their families well."
"Yes." Duan Ming clasped his fists at Xing Qianqiu and said, "They died to save me. Duan would like to thank Commander Xing for the six of them."
"You..." Xing Qianqiu shook his head: "Mr. Duan, have you ever seen that person's face clearly?"
"No." Duan Ming sighed and shook his head: "But I remember the general shape of that person. If I can take a good look at these monks, I might be able to find that person."
"Okay, then tomorrow morning, I will have all these monks brought to the Main Hall and let you see them one by one!"
"Huh?" Duan Ming's eyes lit up: "Who is it?"
"Master of the Palace of Immortality of the Immortality Sect—Master of the Palace of Wangji!" Xing Qianqiu said in a deep voice. This chapter has been completed!
