After closing the secret room and returning the same way, as soon as they left Shang Yuzhen's bedroom, the back hall became brightly lit.
After a brief discussion, they did not stay any longer and returned to the General's Mansion and Taifu's Mansion respectively.
On the other side, Shang Yujie frowned as soon as he stepped into the hall, feeling something strange.
After asking the palace attendants to retreat, he opened the mechanism and entered the secret room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the ice bed was intact.
However, he always felt vaguely uneasy in his heart, as if something big was about to happen.
The next day.
Su Zhen was woken up again by a violent knock on the door and Yu Zhu's shout.
She put her clothes in order and opened the door, only to see Yuzhu’s eyes were red and swollen, as if she had cried a lot. She was also carrying a package of gifts on her back, as if she was going on a long trip.
"Little monk, what's wrong with you?"
"My master, my master left me a wooden figure that cracked!"
"Wooden man? What is that?"
Yuzhu took out a palm-sized human puppet from her arms. The puppet's workmanship was not exquisite and even a little rough, but she could feel the shallow aura.
On the back of the wooden figure, the birth date and birth date are engraved in Sanskrit.
But there was a hole in the heart of the puppet. At first glance, it looked like the heart had been ripped out.
"This wooden figure corresponds to the master. All my senior brothers and I also have one. If we are in danger, the wooden figure will have corresponding changes. The master must have appeared. Donor Su, please take me back to Yunshuang Temple.
Meet my master!"
Yuzhu had already burst into tears. His hands were holding the puppet tightly, and his eyes were fixed on Su Zhen. The look of pleading and fear made Su Zhen feel weak.
"Let's go, I'll take you to Yunshuang Temple."
Hearing this, Yuzhu nodded crazily. Su Zhen went back to the house to pack his things. He held the puppet and paced back and forth at the door, mumbling something, probably praying that Yunshuang Temple would be safe.
Su Zhen knew that he was anxious, so she arranged for a fast horse, and after bringing some silver coins and government tokens, the two of them rushed to Yunshuang Temple together.
Unshuang Temple is a national temple located on the highest mountain outside Kyoto.
They killed two fast horses along the way, and finally arrived at Nandang Mountain two hours later.
At the foot of the mountain, hundreds of people, officers and soldiers gathered. They seemed to be arguing and making noisy noises. I don't know what happened.
As soon as Su Zhen and Yu Zhu got off their horses, the sky above their heads changed color and turned dark. In the blink of an eye, there were winds and lightnings and thunder.
Su Zhen felt a little uneasy, and when she was about to show her token, she discovered that among the officers and soldiers there were actually people from the Siwei Mansion.
"Wang Qian?!"
Wang Qian held the position of a hundred households. When he heard Su Zhen's voice, he was surprised and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.
"I see you, Your Excellency."
Su Zhen waved her hand: "Stop being polite, what's wrong with these people? Why do you want to stop them from going up the mountain?"
Wang Qian glanced at Yuzhu beside Su Zhen and looked embarrassed.
"Yuzhu is not an outsider. His master is Master Qingmiao of Yunshuang Temple. If you have anything to say, you can say it directly without hesitation."
However, Wang Qian did not dare to answer after hearing this.
"Something happened on the mountain? Can we ask people from our government to come over? Could it be that a murder occurred?"
Yuzhu's face turned pale after hearing Su Zhen's guess.
Wang Qian nodded and whispered: "Sir, someone reported the case last night and all the monks in Yunshuang Temple were killed."
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"Master, senior brother, you can't do that! My master has great magic power! He will never be killed!" Yuzhu's voice trembled, and tears kept flowing.
Out of instinct, Su Zhen reached out to grab Yuzhu, but missed it. When she turned her head, she saw Yuzhu running towards the mountain like wind blowing under her feet.
Su Zhen frowned and explained: "Tell the people that Yunshuang Temple will be renovated for a period of time. Let the people who reported the case keep their mouths shut. Don't cause panic until the case is investigated. Anyone who uses this matter to spread rumors and cause trouble
Those who are locked up in the Yamen prison will be given twenty sticks!"
"Yes! I take my orders!"
Su Zhen nodded and chased up the mountain.
Unfortunately, when she chased her all the way to the entrance of Yunshuang Temple, she didn't see Yuzhu.
But at this moment, Yunshuang Temple could not help but make her scalp tingle.
Bright red blood flowed all the way from the temple to the outside. If that was all, even the walls of the courtyard seemed to have been soaked in blood. The color was dark red, and the rich smell of blood was nauseating.
The blood seemed to be controlled, and stopped before the stone steps going down the mountain, without crossing the boundary at all.
Su Zhen looked at this scene in horror, jumped over the temple wall, and carefully stepped on the bloodstains, trying to avoid stepping on it.
Strangely, she found no signs of fighting in the temple.
How could the entire Buddhist disciples not make a fuss when they were bathed in blood?
Since there was movement, why were there no traces of fighting or fighting?
Are all monks killed silently?
Su Zhen did not sense the existence of evil spirit and demonic energy, so her doubts deepened.
When she found the main hall, as expected, Yu Changqing and Jin Lian had already arrived, with ugly expressions on their faces.
Not to mention the other officials and government officials, they were vomiting in every corner and the sky was dark.
And Yuzhu was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue and crying, her thin little figure feeling helpless and lonely.
Su Zhen pursed her lips and sighed.
Master Qingmiao had already calculated his life and death fate, and as the deadline was approaching, he weighed the pros and cons, so he sent Yuzhu to her to seek refuge.
However, Su Zhen couldn't figure out why Master Qingmiao believed in herself.
After Yu Changqing saw Su Zhen, he asked, "You Ning? Why are you here too?"
Su Zhen nodded and looked around, feeling confused.
"Yuzhu misses his master, so I will accompany him back. But I didn't expect that a murder would happen in Yunshuang Temple. But where is the body? Why is it missing?"
"They are all gathered in the backyard, and the autopsy is being carried out."
"Um."
Su Zhen glanced into the hall and saw that the big Buddha in the center was also stained red with blood, and the other Buddha statues were also in pieces and shattered on the ground.
On the ground, a magic circle seemed to be carved out with blood. The strange symbols were Sanskrit characters, and in the middle of the magic circle, a large red character was eye-catching. It was the word "Le".
Su Zhen's eyes suddenly became fierce, and she suddenly thought of Chen.
"You Ning, do you recognize this formation? Is it a curse formation or a killing formation? Or is it an illusion formation that we have encountered before that can cause hallucinations?"
Su Zhen knelt down, looked at it and said: "It has no attack power. This is not a magic circle, this is ridicule."
"Mocking? Who are you laughing at?"
"Buddhism." Su Zhen said lightly.
But the anger in Yuzhu's eyes could no longer be suppressed, and the others couldn't help but take a few steps back and stay away from him.