If it were him, he would also doubt which prince was responsible.
There is no need for the prince to take action on this matter personally, or even for the prince to give orders. The people under his command will naturally handle it.
Either ask one of the prince's strangers to take action, or find a killer in the martial arts world.
The martial arts of the monks in Dayan Temple are very ordinary, and it is not difficult to kill them.
"Did I do something wrong?" Feng Chaoling said softly: "What do you think, Master?"
If I didn't cherish Jingfan's talents, I wouldn't recruit him into the Qianlong Guard, but let him be severely punished and lose his martial arts skills.
It is very likely that the Dayan Temple will not suffer such a disaster and will not completely anger any prince to commit such a murderous attack.
Fakong shook his head: "Right or wrong cannot be determined based on the results, nor can it be attributed to cause and effect. Instead, you must follow your own heart. Things in the world are impermanent, and only inner standards are permanent."
"Yes, Master." Feng Chaoling's face softened slightly.
Fakong's words really woke him up.
Fakong looked at Chu Xiang.
Chu Xiang sighed and shook his head: "It should not be the fault of any prince, and he would not act in such an extreme way."
Even if you are not angry that Jingfan can get away with it, even if you are aggrieved, you can at most find someone to cause trouble and prevent Dayan Temple from opening.
Not so cruel.
"It must be King Yi!" Jingfan suddenly raised his head and stared at Chu Xiang: "Who else could it be besides him?!"
"Shut up!" Feng Chaoling shouted hurriedly.
You can't say this casually, you have to pay a price.
King Yi's power was beyond Jingfan's imagination. He was young, like a newborn calf, and had no idea how terrifying a tiger could be.
Jingfan looked at Feng Chaoling: "Master of the Guard, I know it must be Prince Yi!"
"Shut up!" Feng Chaoling shouted: "You bastard, you don't know how great the world is!"
"Master Wei, I don't care now, I just want revenge!" Jingfan gritted his teeth and said, "No matter how high or thick the sky is, I must take revenge!"
Fakong said calmly: "What if someone deliberately framed me?"
He looked at Feng Chaoling: "There is no breath left on the sword? Can't you catch the murderer?"
Feng Chaoling looked a little gloomy and shook his head: "This sword is very strange, it has no breath at all."
"Well, it seems that he has extraordinary abilities." Fakong nodded.
"...It's impossible to frame me!" Jingfan gritted his teeth and said, "Except for Prince Yi, who would care about a little person like me!"
"You are not a nobody now. You are a candidate for the Qianlong Guard. You have unlimited potential. No matter how stupid King Yi is, he will not do such a thing." Fakong shook his head and said: "It will hinder your reputation and it will do no good at all."
"For the sake of my heart's happiness!"
"Prince Yi, I don't know what will happen in the future. At least at this stage, he can't ruin his reputation just for the sake of temporary happiness." Fakong shook his head: "So what Feng Weizhu said is right. Don't make a decision in a hurry. Find out the murderer first.
, let’s talk about other things.”
"Ah!" Jingfan looked up to the sky and roared.
He felt like he was going to explode and wanted to kill everyone. There was always one person who would be the murderer.
Fakong sighed and cast a heart-clearing spell on him.
As soon as the Pure Heart Curse falls, Jingfan's anger and murderous intent are like ice and snow meeting boiling water.
Fakong saw that his eyes were gradually returning to clarity, the bloodshot eyes slowly disappeared, and there were no abnormalities in his eyes. He said, "No matter what, let's save them first. Letting them rest in peace is the key."
Jingfan looked straight at Fa Kong.
Fakong said: "Jingfan, you actually hate me in your heart and want to kill me, right?"
"...Not bad." Jingfan said in a deep voice.
He has no worries now. Without his master and Dayan Temple, he has no worries anymore.
Fakong said: "In this matter, I will help find the murderer, which will also resolve the grudges between us."
Jingfan said coldly: "If you can help me find the murderer and wipe out the past, I will still owe you a favor!"
Fakong nodded: "That's fine, then I'll take action."
"Thank you, Master." Feng Chaoling said solemnly.
Fakong formed a seal with his left hand, raised his right palm, and emitted soft white light from his palm, covering the entire mountain of corpses.
Jingfan looked at it blankly.
Feng Chaoling and several Qianlong Guards around him also stared curiously.
They saw the Great Light Curse for the first time.
Under the white light, clusters of light floated from his head, then twisted and changed in the air, slowly turning into small light beings.
"Master!" Jingfan suddenly burst into tears.
Ever since he entered the Dayan Temple and saw such tragedy, he has not cried, only pain, grief, anger and murderous intent.
At this time, when he saw the soul of Monk Zhiming, and when he saw Monk Zhiming standing calmly in the white light, looking at himself calmly, he could no longer hold back, and tears fell like rain, washing away the blood stained in the corners of his eyes.
Monk Zhiming slowly joined together, bowed to Fa Kong as a thank you, then looked at Jingfan, smiled slightly, and then rose into the sky, turning into a white light, rising into the sky with the white light pillar, and disappeared.
"Master!" Jingfan shouted out loud.
The two women who were about to enter the temple were startled by the sound when they heard the sound. Their steps were stagnant, but they finally stepped into the gate.
Under the soft white light, the situation in the courtyard became clearer.
But at this time, in the holy white light, it was a bit less brutal, and the impact on them was much weaker.
Even so, the two women looked pale.
The scene of more than a hundred corpses was extremely shocking.
One by one, the little light beings turned into white light and rose into the air. In the blink of an eye, they all soared into the sky and disappeared.
At this time, golden light emerged from the clouds, turning the white clouds into gold, and pavilions and lotus ponds appeared vaguely in the sky.
Streets made of white jade, pavilions made of white jade.
Gorgeous yet pure.
Fakong slowly retracted his palms, titheed to the many corpses, and ended the Great Light Spell.
At this time, in my mind, more than a hundred milky-white beads appeared densely in the void, forming a milky-white light belt.
At first glance, it looks like the brows of the Medicine Buddha statue are shining.
Fakong thought for a while and took out only one Pearl of Memory. Zhiming's Pearl of Memory got into the Medicine Buddha statue.
He closed his eyes and began to immerse himself in Zhi Ming's life.
After a cup of tea, he opened his eyes, and the vicissitudes of life slowly faded away, and he regained his clarity, expelling the Zhiming monk's state of mind.
At this time, everyone had gathered around him.
"Thank you, Master!" Monk Jingfan bowed deeply.
Seeing with his own eyes that Master and the others were being transcended to the Western Paradise, made him feel much better.
At least Master and the others have entered the Western Paradise. This is a blessing among misfortunes, even better than passing away.
Fakongheshi nodded.
His eyes fell on the two women.
Xu Qingluo hurriedly got into the side room next to her, and then moved out a desk with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it.
She quickly polished it and quickly got the ink, then handed the pen to her with both hands: "Master."
Fakong hummed softly, took the pen, quickly drew a portrait, picked it up, blew on it, and handed it to Chu Xiang: "This is the swordsman."
Chu Xiang glanced at it and shook his head.
Don't recognize it.
Feng Chaoling also looked at it and shook his head.
Jingfan hurriedly came over to take a look, his face was gloomy and he said nothing.
Fakong, Chu Xiang and Feng Chaoling looked at each other and both saw the problem. Obviously, Jingfan recognized this person.
Xu Qingluo said softly: "It turns out we are acquaintances, so that's easy to handle. We can just catch up with him."
Chu Ling also saw that Jingfan knew the murderer, so he asked: "What kind of hatred do you have against you? Do you have to destroy your whole temple?"
Jingfan's face showed pain. He suddenly jumped out, flew over the mountain of corpses, reached out and pulled out the long sword that Zhi Mingxin had, fell to the veranda opposite, and stabbed his heart fiercely.
"Ding!" Lin Feiyang suddenly appeared next to him, slapped the sword away with one palm, and disappeared again in a flash.
"Pa!" Feng Chaoling stepped forward and slapped him.
Jingfan was whipped around in a circle, but his eyes flashed with pain: "Master Wei..."
Feng Chaoling said coldly: "Bastard, if you die, who will take revenge!?"
Jingfan shook his head: "I can't avenge this."
Feng Chaoling snorted coldly: "No matter how strong his martial arts is, with your qualifications, as long as you practice hard, you can always surpass him!"
"He...he..." Jingfan struggled.
Xu Qingluo said: "Is this person's identity very special? You can't kill him, but it's not that you can't kill him, right?"
Jingfan looked straight at her.
Xu Qingluo said: "It seems I was right. Is he your relative or your father?"
"I don't have such a father!" Jingfan roared.
Xu Qingluo's expression did not change, and she was indifferent to his roar and glare. She nodded lightly: "It is indeed your father... one is the master and the other is the father. It is indeed difficult to handle."
"You can't kill him, but we can!" Feng Chaoling said coldly: "No matter what the grudges are between you, if he destroys a temple, it is a heinous crime, and he deserves to be punished!"
Chu Xiang said: "It's too bad, we can't spare him... What kind of cultivation is he?"
Jingfan remained silent.
Fakong shook his head and sighed: "He should be nearby. Prince, do you do it, or does Qianlongwei do it?"
"I'll do it," Chu Xiang said.
This matter should originally belong to the City Guards, not the Qianlong Guards.
They only came because it involved people from the Qianlong Guard, otherwise, the people surrounding them wouldn't be City Guards.
Fakong looked at Jingfan: "Is he a lone swordsman, or from which sect?"
"...Iron Sword Gate." Jingfan said in a deep voice.
"Well..." Fakong raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Xiang.
Chu Xiang said: "Master, do you know about this Iron Sword Gate?"
"Your Majesty, don't you know?"
"Iron Sword Sect, master, is it the Iron Sword Sect that has a good relationship with Tianhai Sword Sect?"
If the relationship is good, then it is very likely that it is a vassal sect of the Tianhai Sword Sect and is inextricably related to the Tianhai Sword Sect.
"...Even the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect still have to be captured!" Chu Xiang took a deep breath and said slowly.
"Since the prince really wants to catch him, then I will help him." Fakong said loudly: "Lin Feiyang!"
The monks in Dayan Temple were all innocent. Killing so many innocent people in one breath made him angry and wanted to take care of his own business.
"Yes!" Lin Feiyang's voice floated in the air.
A moment later, a black shadow flew over from the top of the wall and landed heavily in front of the Main Hall. There was a muffled "bang" at Fakong's feet.
But it was a human figure.
After he landed, he rolled around on the ground and turned around to reveal his face, which was exactly the person painted by Fakong.
"Ah!" Jingfan roared angrily, with veins on his hands pricking up, and he wanted to pounce, but was suppressed by Feng Chaoling and couldn't move.