Yu Qiansi threw a firework signal into the air and told Boyi behind him: "Boyi, hurry up and notify Jingzhao Mansion to close the city and conduct a comprehensive search for the murderer!"
In the clear sky and in the daytime, the murderer killed so many people and was covered in blood. He would not be able to get far. Even if the murderer knew Qinggong, he would be more likely to be noticed by the Jinwu Guards when he was flying on the roof during the day. Moreover, Yinlong Temple is located in the center of the square, even if
It's a horse race, and there are prescribed speeds on the roads in the square. It's impossible to leave here in such a short time.
Boyi naturally knew the key point, told her "be careful", and immediately turned around and left.
Yu Qiansi nodded casually, frowned and walked cautiously towards the meditation room, not forgetting to avoid the blood on the ground in his haste.
She pushed open the door of the meditation room and her breath suddenly suffocated.
Jikong was covered in blood, half leaning against the corner with the word "asking" hanging on the back of the door, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
There was an ordinary-looking knife thrown at the door, which should be the murderer's tool.
"Grandmaster!"
She could no longer control her heartbeat, which was beating like a war drum, and rushed over dizzy.
Seeing that his chest was still rising and falling slightly, I felt that some feeling had returned to his fingers.
She did not dare to move Ji Kong at will, and simply checked his condition. He had been stabbed several times, and there was another stab wound in a vital area. But after checking his pulse, there was still a slight beating. She later recalled what happened to Boyi on the way.
He said that the master wanted to recite sutras for the sake of old age. He thought that he had taken fasting medicine, which would have slowed down the blood flow in the whole body, so he could barely breathe despite the serious injury.
She took a deep breath and emphasized that she should calm down. Regardless of the blood on her hands, she went to take out the medicinal powder she carried with her, but was stopped by a pair of old hands.
Jikong slowly opened his eyes and shook his head at her.
"Master, what on earth is going on?"
Jikong closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing with difficulty, while taking out a book with a blood hole from his arms. The gurgling blood had soaked around the blood hole. At first glance, it seemed that the book had life.
He was also stabbed with a knife.
Yu Qiansi recognized that this was when she went to Jiangnan to investigate the murderous signature case. Wu Nian Temple's Ming Ran asked her to bring several old scriptures from previous dynasties to Jing Kong. At that time, she had not found out that the murderer was related to Ming Ran, but she heard about it again.
Ran had an old relationship with Jikong and accepted it. Unexpectedly, what happened later would almost involve Jikong unnecessarily.
Afterwards, she still brought these books to Jikong as promised, and also learned from Master Jikong that he did not know clearly.
At that time, after the master heard the cause and effect, he happily accepted these books. It was also considered that he accepted the guilt that Mingran had felt for using his name for many years.
"It's all God's will..." He saw Yu Qiansi relentlessly applying medicine to his wound, and his ancient well-like voice was calm and calm as before, gently soothing Yu Qiansi's trembling fingers.
tip.
"Listen to me," he put the blood book in Yu Qiansi's hand, "the reason why I agreed to help Yuli Guan identify the master of suffering is not only because you helped me, but also gave me Qingbai... I have seen you
That weird locust wood bead...three times."
"The first time, when I was traveling around when I was young, I met a businessman in a ghost market. He had a string of golden beads."
"The second time was ten years ago, in the palace, in the Prayer Hall..." He was not surprised to see Yu Qiansi, he chuckled softly, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth: "I think you already know
Here’s the origin of this bead.”
"The third time, you took this locust bead and told me about your past. I was worried that you had WeChat and didn't explain your previous meeting..."
At that time, the ghost market had fallen apart, not to mention the affairs in the palace, which were extremely dangerous. He was worried that her obsession would involve her too deeply.
"I understand, Master, you didn't lie to me, it doesn't count as breaking the precept..." Yu Qiansi reminded him: "Master, stop talking, save some strength, I will definitely be able to save you."
"No, listen to me..." Jikong still insisted: "Until you come back from Jiangnan and bring me these ancient books."
These scriptures were memorized by students of a former Buddhist master during his daily chanting and teaching.
"It records a Buddhist scripture debate..."
Yu Qiansi followed the instructions and opened the pages marked by Jing Kong. The handwriting on the withered yellow scripture book, which had been dizzy with hot blood, was difficult to read. But she still buried her head and looked at it carefully, and big tears fell on the book.
Adding more atmosphere.
A student asked Master Guanchen about something at that time, and it mentioned an organization that seemed to have existed for a long time, and seemed to be related to a political matter at that time.
She wiped the tears on her face with her sleeves and carefully identified them.
The student asked: "He practices Buddha beads as seals, but nothing he does can be seen. At present, there is an epidemic in the south, and there are people who are trying to make it difficult for officials to connect. Is this someone who has no name for the Buddha? Why should I stop it?"
But the master's response was very open-minded.
He told the student that there is more than one path in this world, and the path in everyone's heart is different. The monks in the Big Wild Goose Pagoda did not believe in Mahayana Buddhism from the beginning. The beads you use to chant sutras and chant Buddha are one kind of path.
But it is also a way for them to use rosary beads to identify their identity. Everyone only needs to follow the way in their own heart.
The rest of the conversation did not mention much about this organization. But it can still be seen from the few words that even for people from the previous dynasty, this is an organization with a long history. They are not assassins, but cultivate special talents.
....Everyone's abilities are different, and they are distinguished according to the material of the beads.
Jingkong also took a few breaths at this time. Seeing her sinking her eyes and saying nothing, she whispered: "It can be seen that this organization has existed in this world for a long time. If this happens, the problem will be big..."
Yes, if everyone knew about the previous dynasty, why did no one know about Dasheng?
The foundation of collusion with corrupt officials has not been shaken, and even now it is still hidden in the dark, leaving no trace of it.
Why have they hidden themselves from the world for so many years?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, this can also explain why the three types of beads that have appeared today are made of different materials. It’s just... Huai
What does wood represent?
What made her even more distressed was that this method sounded particularly familiar...
Cultivate various talents and give rosary beads of different materials as status symbols.
The same is true for Du Ruozhai.
It's just that the symbol of identity has been changed from various rosary beads to the unchanging black iron plate.
Now is not the time to think about this. She held the fragment in her hand tightly: "Master, are all the things you encountered today related to this matter?"
Jikong raised the corners of his mouth, as if trying to form a soothing smile. He was gradually speechless and let out heavy and painful breathing.
Those medicinal powders didn't have much effect. With Ji Kong's breathing, blood poured out from various wounds, rushing like magma carrying the medicinal powders, and eventually turned into red mud.
She tried in vain to stop the bleeding with her hands, but Jikong used her last strength to laugh.
His face glowed with a strange red light, as if he was refreshed, and every wrinkle on his face was filled with sighs of contentment.
"Everyone has his own destiny, Master of the Jade Pavilion. Just like the flower on the branch, even if you cut off the branch, you can't stop it from growing the same bud again. None of this has anything to do with you today. Don't blame yourself. This is all.
.....I deserve...what I deserve."
"Okay, okay, it's all up to you, it has nothing to do with me." She said the word "ok" several times in succession, and saw the blood gushing out faster, thinking that the anti-aging medicine had overtaken its effect.
"Master, stop talking. I beg you, please wait, they will be here soon. They will definitely be able to save you... they will definitely be able to..."
She did not dare to look at the old man who seemed to have burned out all his life and laughed. She was at a loss and tried to block the blood holes and delay the flow of blood, but the warm blood gradually turned cold and flowed through her fingertips.
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When Boyi came back again, he saw this scene.
The body of the woman in red was stained with blood that had begun to turn black, and she only put her hand on the old man's wound in vain, but the blood no longer flowed.
She was trembling slightly all over, lowering her head and muttering something silently.
Yesterday, the old man who was still sitting here drinking tea under the window had a strange smile on his face, looking steadily in the direction he came from, as if he saw the person he was thinking of here before leaving, feeling satisfied and happy.
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His eyes glanced at the table under the window, and he noticed something was wrong. There was something lying quietly under the table, and it looked somewhat familiar.
After realizing what it was, his black eyes suddenly sank.
It was half a locust wood Buddhist bud with a lotus carving on the lower right corner... It looked like it had been split in half with a sharp knife, and there was blood on it.
He didn't have time to take a closer look and quickly hid it in his arms.
If Yu Qiansi sees it, she will definitely fall into endless self-blame. It is better to wait until she gets better before explaining it.
He stepped forward and squatted beside Yu Qiansi, gently closed the master's eyes, and said softly: "Yu Qiansi... the master has passed away..."
She raised her confused eyes, seeming to look at him, but also seemed to see somewhere else.
Suddenly, the pale eyes that used to be like spring water were filled with blood.
"No! None of this is right!"
She stood up vigorously, staggering a few steps as she stood up violently or because she was too sad.
She pushed Boyi away and paced around the room like a trapped animal. From time to time she swept the furnishings and blood stains in the room while muttering something.
Suddenly, when she returned to the door, she turned around and looked at the silence in front of her in disbelief, as if she didn't want to believe that he had passed away.
He was about to rush over straight away.
Boyi seemed to have guessed what she was going to do, so he quickly stopped her and held Yu Qiansi, who was still struggling, in his arms.
"Bo Yi, let me go! It's too late!"
"Calm down, Yu Qiansi, he has passed away! I followed your instructions and went to find Jingzhao Mansion. The people in the temple came over immediately after getting the news."
Jingkong is the only eminent monk in Buddhism in the world who has achieved enlightenment. If they discover that Yu Qiansi is examining Jingkong's body and desecrating his body, it will definitely be a big deal.
Yu Qiansi looked at the corpse so close at hand and the numerous fatal stab wounds on the corpse. Finally, she gradually lost her strength and sat slumped on the ground leaning against Boyi.