After hearing what Manager Luo said, the old Taoist priest's eyes widened. After being stunned for a moment, he came to his senses and said:
"Don't make this a joke.
Your Highness Shen Lian is the adopted son of His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven. Even if I have the courage, I would not dare to hit his brain.
This is the most minor sin that can cause my soul to be shattered. How can I bear it?"
"Lao Zhu, you can't say clearly whether you are hiding His Highness or not."
While Manager Luo was speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the young Taoist priests who were following him. After a pause, he said to them:
"You are divided into two teams, one team searches this Ziyun Temple, and the other team interrogates the Taoist priests here.
The crime of His Highness's disappearance is too great. You should use all your means to investigate. Don't be afraid of death. If anything happens, I will take care of it for you."
After hearing what Manager Luo said, the young Taoist priests agreed in unison.
Later, the people brought by Manager Luo were divided into two teams.
Some people gathered the Taoist priests from Ziyun Temple to the door of a utility room in the backyard, and Manager Luo personally sat down to interrogate the Taoist priests one by one.
The remaining people, led by another steward named Hu, began to carefully inspect the Ziyun Temple.
The first stop for these people was the Sanqing Hall. These Taoist priests lit three long incense sticks at the gate of the Sanqing Hall. After watching the green smoke drifting into the Sanqing Hall, they held the The compass, and several other magical instruments that I couldn't name, walked into the main hall.
After they divided their inspection areas, they began to inspect the hall carefully.
Looking at the image projected in the white jade plaque, these Taoist priests walked around the Sanqing Hall holding the magical weapons in their hands.
Whenever there is anything suspicious, use tools to break open the floor tiles to make sure there is no hiding place underground, such as a dark room, and then re-pave the floor tiles.
In the dark room underground, you can even hear the banging sounds of the Taoist priests above.
Several times, the Taoist priests have stood at the entrance to the secret room. Several of them took compasses and looked at them for a long time, and some even struck dozens of times with wooden sticks, but no flaws were found.
While these Taoist priests were struggling, cold sweat appeared on the faces of Xiao Jin and others in the darkroom.
Each of them held their breath, and their eyes exchanged back and forth between the white jade sign and the entrance to the secret room.
At the same time, they held their magic weapons in their hands, so that once the Taoist priests above found the dark room, they could rush forward and kill them as soon as possible.
Looking at the Taoist priests above, they had a hard time in Sanqing Hall, and after finding nothing, they went to other places to continue searching.
Xiao Jin and others were relieved. Seeing that their clothes were almost soaked with cold sweat, He Nanxing smiled mockingly, and then said teasingly:
"Don't talk about these little people. Even if the Emperor of Heaven comes here, he won't be able to find it without using some means."
While He Nanxing was speaking, the scene on the white jade plaque had changed and turned into a utility room where the Taoist priest of Ziyun Temple was being interrogated.
At this time in the utility room, Manager Luo was sitting casually on a rice bag. The master of this resource temple, Taoist Zhu, was standing in front of him, carefully saying with a smile:
"Manager Luo, what happened?
Why is His Highness Shen Lian involved?
Sanqing, please tell me at least. Whatever I know, I will definitely tell you everything I know."
Manager Luo glanced at Zhu Laodao with a half-smile, and then took a roster from his hand.
While flipping through the roster, he smiled and said to Zhu Laodao:
"Lao Zhu, you are the temple master who transferred from Fuyuan Temple to Ziyun Temple three years ago.
When you were at Fu Yuan Guan, you were a fire engineer, and you achieved the status of a supervisory Taoist priest in just six years.
In nine years, he became the master of Ziyun Temple, which ranked ninth in Erlang Temple.
I heard that you took the path of Chief Manager Huangfu?"
While Manager Luo was talking, one of his men had already brought in a young Taoist priest from Ziyun Temple.
I just watched my steward talk to Master Ziyun again, and did not start the interrogation for a while, planning to wait until Steward Luo finished speaking.
Seeing that his subordinates were still making no move, Manager Luo waved his hand at him and said:
"Daozhang Zhu and I are chatting about our affairs. Don't stop there.
If we don’t ask about His Highness Shen Lian’s whereabouts, we will be the ones who will be questioned when we return.”
The subordinate then started to move. After bowing to Manager Luo, without saying a word, he kicked the dazed little Taoist priest over. Then he picked up a hemp rope for bundling fodder from the ground and strangled him from behind. The neck of the little Taoist priest.
The little Taoist priest's face turned from pale to red in an instant. As Manager Luo's men kept tightening the hemp rope, it didn't take long for the little Taoist priest's face to turn into a black-purple color like pig liver.
From the beginning to the end, the one who did it didn't even ask a single question. It looked like he was heading straight for the little Taoist priest's life.
"What are you just doing!"
Zhu Laodao reached out to stop Guanshi Luo's men, but was blocked by others.
The old Taoist priest turned pale with fright, turned back to the careless Manager Luo and said:
"Sanqing is on top!
We really don’t know what His Highness Shen Lian is.
I have heard a lot about His Highness Shen Lian these days, but he has never been to our Ziyun Temple even once.
You ask him to let go first, my little apprentice can't stand it anymore."
Seeing Old Zhu Dao sweating profusely, Manager Luo smiled softly and said to him:
"Lao Zhu, you haven't answered me yet.
In just nine years, you have taken charge of Ziyun Temple, have you followed the path of Huangfu's chief manager?"
While he was speaking, the little Taoist priest who was being strangled by the neck finally couldn't stand it anymore, rolled his eyes and fainted in front of Zhu Laodao.
The Taoist priest who took action was also worried about his life and hurriedly tested the arteries in the Taoist priest's neck.
After feeling his blood beating, he turned back to the careless Manager Luo and said:
"Fainted."
"If you're still alive, drag him out and find someone else to continue."
Manager Luo waved his hand at his subordinates, and then said again to Zhu Laodao who threw himself on the fainted little Taoist priest:
"Lao Zhu, I just thought you had left the job of Manager Huangfu.
Let's continue chatting. You manage seventeen Taoist priests. We can chat for a long time.
I heard that you were married before becoming a monk and you have twin sons?
What is the name of your secular child? He is almost 20 or 30 years old now, right?"
While Manager Luo was talking, another young Taoist priest was dragged in.
Seeing the scene in front of him, the little Taoist priest was frightened. He kept begging the Taoist priest who dragged him in and said:
"Brother, we have something to talk about.
I am the best person to talk to. What do you want to ask? As long as you know, I will."
Before the little Taoist priest could finish speaking, the rope that had strangled his fellow apprentice just now was already tightly tied around his neck.
Just when he was about to take action, a sound of bells suddenly sounded outside the Taoist temple.
After hearing the bell ringing, the expressions of all the Taoist priests present changed.