Furnishings were knocked over, flowers and trees were broken, and debris was scattered everywhere.
In a remote Buddhist temple, a stretcher with corpses was casually thrown on the ground.
Even if we bring troops, we still don't have enough manpower.
If the crowd needs to be evacuated, someone needs to organize an escort.
The people involved need to be escorted, but no traces can be found.
The monks of Baoling Temple must be controlled so that no one can be left behind.
The underground granaries need to be inventoried. This is clear evidence.
There is also the Sutra Pavilion that contains a secret agency that contains incriminating evidence. You must not let anyone take away the things.
Weighing the importance, we left the dead man alone for the time being and sent a soldier to guard the door. There shouldn't be anything wrong.
The soldier guarding the door stood upright. When he heard the footsteps, he turned his head alertly and shouted: "Who?"
A soldier in the same uniform as him emerged from the darkness, bowed slightly, put one hand on his lower abdomen, and said anxiously: "Brother, if your belly is not obedient, how can you have a latrine?"
The soldier replied: "I just came here, how do you know the latrine? You can just find a place to take shelter."
The man looked around: "It's so dark that I can't see clearly. Brother, can you point me in the direction? Where is it more remote?"
The soldier did not doubt that he was there, and turned to look to the right. Just as he raised his hand, the man in front of him suddenly rushed forward, covering his mouth with one hand, and the dagger held in the other hand had already been stabbed into his abdomen.
The soldier's eyes widened and he stared at the man in front of him.
This is a face that cannot be found in a crowd. It still retains the smile when he asked the question just now, but the knife inserted into his lower abdomen was twisted, turning the organs in his body into a ball of flesh.
The soldier's eyes lost focus and his body went limp.
This person helped him in time, then dragged the body into the hall and hid it behind the door.
He walked over to the body placed casually on the stretcher, looked at it quietly for a while, squatted down, and then stretched out his hand...
The moment his hand touched the other person's nose, the eyes opened.
Then his hand was knocked off.
"Ha!" The man sat down on the ground and took off his helmet, "I knew you were not dead."
Corpse - Ming San slowly sat up, covered his chest, which had just recovered and had an irregular heartbeat, and said with a bit of disgust: "A bunch of fools are smarter than I thought."
"It seems like you, a smart guy, have been tricked?" the man said with a smile.
Ming San's face darkened.
He still can't figure out how the fact that he is still alive could be exposed.
When he appeared in the secret passage, the two people looked not surprised at all.
"I want to ask you something." After thinking for a moment, Ming San decided to ask, "Is it possible for a soul that has been transformed into a vicious soul for ten years to speak?"
The other party tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied: "This possibility is almost impossible. You know, after death, most souls will obey the laws and enter reincarnation. Only those with particularly strong obsessions can stay. Even those who remain,
It will also gradually lose its memory and become a senseless wandering soul. Not to mention it has become a vicious evil. This kind of thing has no sense at all. "
Ming San was a little irritated: "But no one will reveal the fact that I am not dead yet, and the evidence hidden in Baoling Temple, except the dead man."
The other party touched his chin and finally said after a while: "If you insist that someone can do it, then this person's mystical skills must be at the pinnacle."
Ming San glanced at him: "Can't even compare to you?"
He nodded: "I can't even compare."
Mingsan couldn't believe it: "How is this possible..."
The man didn't pay much attention. He looked at the people outside who were gradually fading away and said, "Don't waste time. Let's go quickly. Later, someone will think of you as a 'dead man', and it will not be easy for us to escape."
Ming San stroked his chest and felt that his heartbeat had almost recovered, so he slowly stood up.
The fake death drug can cause great damage to the mind and brain. If the situation were not critical, Ming San would not take it so easily.
If he really falls into Jiang Wenfeng's hands, it will be very difficult to rescue him. If the rescue fails, they will most likely silence him - after all, he knows many secrets.
Ming San doesn't want to die yet. He can be a dead man in a dark room for ten years. His will to survive is stronger than anyone else.
"Let's go!" The man waved to him after exploring the road, "There happens to be an opening now. Jiang Wenfeng led his troops down the mountain, while the other person is still flying the Immortal Stone."
Ming San followed him out of the Buddhist temple and walked through the darkness, while asking: "Since you are here too, why didn't you take action before? Regarding the Feixian Stone, if you are willing to help, with your mystical skills, it will definitely be solved
It’s a sure bet.”
The man sneered: "This is your mission, why should I interfere? Don't forget, I never agree with your plan."
"What's the point of standing idly by?" Ming San said coldly, "If you were willing to intervene, I wouldn't have wasted these ten years."
The man chuckled: "I am a Xuanshi!"
"So what?"
"Xuanshi, I want to sweep the world and protect the common people." He sighed softly.
Ming San sneered: "The people you killed did not do enough evil? Why bother pretending!"
"You don't understand." He said, "When I became a disciple, I swore an oath. I can use my sword to kill people, but I can't use mystical arts to harm people. You are the only one who has started on your own and has only scratched the surface.
Only people will have no scruples."
This tone revealed a kind of indescribable pride or self-pity.
Ming San thought it was ridiculous, but he wasn't going to argue any more.
Now he is the one in need of help. If he is left alone in Baoling Temple, it is very likely that he will not be able to escape.
It doesn't matter. He said to himself.
There may be ninety-nine failures in life, but as long as there is one success, the reward will be unprecedentedly rich.
He can wait.
Over the years, he has sacrificed his wife, his daughter, his family, and even himself.
Long patience will pay off one day.
The man in front suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Ming San asked in a low voice.
The other party said: "Something is coming."
After saying that, he quickly took out a magic talisman from his sleeve, turned it into mana and flicked it out.
Just a soft "chi" sound was heard, and a thin shadow quickly fled into the distance.
"Hey! It's actually a spirit!"
Ming San has been studying mystical arts on his own for these years, and he reluctantly opened his eyes. He saw that it was a small white snake, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
There was another soft sound, and the companion who was chasing the spirit suddenly stopped.
"Where are we going!" A voice said lazily, "Mr. Mingsan."
Mingsan looked up and saw a man and a woman standing among the trees under the faint moonlight.
The man was wearing a golden crown and a fine attire, but he had been toiled a lot during the day and his clothes were torn in several places.
The woman stood quietly behind him, stretched out her hand and pulled the little white snake into her palm.