If the commanding talisman of the commanding master has not appeared in this world, who dares to be called the best magician in the world?
——Wait a minute, command talisman? Soul-suppressing tablet?
"What's wrong?" Yang Shu noticed her look.
Mingwei looked at Ning Xiu, his mind racing rapidly.
Master once said that the master got back the soul-soothing tablet in Xuandu Temple, so he turned against Xuandu Temple and turned into a feud.
Could it be said that this thing can be a soul-killing card?
Then she will get involved in this case!
The atmosphere in Xuandu Temple was tense. Not only were the disciples at war with each other, there were also many officials.
The three of them went to take a look at the platform. Even though they were far apart, they could still feel the atmosphere.
Xuandu Temple is indeed in big trouble.
They could only go back to the mountain to wait for news.
Ning Xiu continued to understand the riddles of the Sutra in the Stone, and Mingwei talked to Yang Shu.
"In my world, nothing like this has ever happened in Xuandu Temple."
Yang Shu said: "After all, so many years have passed, maybe the records have been lost? You can't know everything!"
"No." Mingwei frowned, "You remember I told you that the master will get the command talisman back in a few years, right? This matter is closely related to our master, and it must be passed down from generation to generation. I
I remember very clearly that there was no such thing in Xuanduguan back then."
"Well..."
"Also, I suspect that the relic of Imperial Master Xuxing may be related to the Order Talisman." Mingwei said softly, "Only treasures of this level are worth killing Xuanfei."
Yang Shu looked at her without speaking.
"Why? This look?"
Yang Shu said: "You don't seem to trust him very much."
Mingwei chuckled: "How could I trust him 100%? Although I let him go before, I have not forgotten that he is going to become a demon. The purpose of tricking him into practicing that secret method is to monitor him."
This statement inexplicably made Yang Shu happy.
He said: "The person involved is the imperial advisor personally appointed by the emperor. Whether he is dead or alive, I need that person to speak. How about I go back to find out the news?"
I was not happy before, but now I am taking the initiative.
Ming smiled and said, "Isn't it going to embarrass you?"
"Don't be embarrassed!" Yang Shu took the initiative, "What you want to do, I will risk my life to help you, right? How can I be embarrassed?"
"Okay, you can go back and find out the news."
Yang Shu chuckled and stepped forward shamelessly: "If you ask me to run errands, do you have to pay me some hard work?"
...
Jiang Wenfeng returned to the city in the evening.
He didn't even have time to change his clothes before he entered the palace.
Entering the palace with him were two elders from Xuandu Temple.
When the incident happened in the morning, the emperor got the news, and when he saw him come back to interview the emperor, he thought there was progress in the case.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, the two elders of Xuandu Temple started to choke him.
One shouted: "Your Majesty! Xuanfei committed murder and the evidence is conclusive. Please be sure to put him to death!"
Another said: "Your Majesty, don't listen to him! There is no conclusive evidence. No one saw Xuan Fei murder. He must not have done this. Someone must have framed him."
Then the two people started arguing.
The emperor was so quarreled by them that he had a headache. Wan Dabao stood up and shouted: "How outrageous! Where do you think this is? Whether it is or is not depends on the Holy Spirit!"
Only then did the two elders stop.
The emperor was too lazy to listen to what they said, so he said: "The truth is not yet known, and there is no need for you to argue. Please step aside."
After they left, the emperor asked Jiang Wenfeng: "Jiang Qing, what's going on? Is it really the imperial master who killed someone?"
Jiang Wenfeng reported: "Your Majesty, the circumstances of the case are unclear, so I cannot make a conclusion. What I have obtained has been recorded in the file. Please have your Majesty take a look at it."
Wan Dabao presented the file to the emperor. The emperor frowned more and more as he looked at it.
Jiang Wenfeng left the city early in the morning. As soon as he arrived at Xuandu Temple, he immediately started investigating.
At this time, Xuanfei's personal freedom had been restricted by the elders and he was trapped in the Tower of Merit.
When I saw him coming in, I smiled.
"Master Jiang."
Jiang Wenfeng looked him over and asked, "Is the Imperial Master okay?"
Xuan Fei said: "No injuries or diseases, so I'm fine."
Jiang Wenfeng asked again: "I have received a report that Immortal Yuyang died at your hands. Does the Imperial Master have any excuses?"
Xuanfei shook his head: "I didn't kill Yuyang."
"What's going on?"
Xuanfei sighed: "Sorry, Mr. Jiang, I can't say."
Jiang Wenfeng frowned and emphasized to him: "Master Imperial Preceptor, do you know the seriousness of this matter? You are the Imperial Preceptor personally appointed by the Holy Father. If you really commit such a serious crime, you will be sentenced to a heavier sentence than others."
"I know." Xuanfei remained unmoved, "But I really can't say."
Jiang Wenfeng thought for a while and then said: "When I was out of the city, I met Miss Ming. She sensed that something was wrong with you and originally wanted to come to rescue you, but there was an accident on the way and was delayed. She asked me repeatedly,
We must find out the truth and give you justice. If you refuse to speak, she will definitely come and ask in person."
There was a trace of hesitation in Xuanfei's eyes, but he quickly became firm.
"Sorry, I really can't say."
Jiang Wenfeng had no choice but to go to the scene first.
The site is well preserved. On the highest floor of the Gongde Tower, there are densely packed memorial tablets on the wall, and Yuyang is lying next to the offering table.
When Wu Zuo saw him coming, he quickly greeted him: "Sir!"
Jiang Wenfeng nodded: "How?"
Wu Zuo said: "It was a sharp weapon injury. There were several wounds on the body, and someone should have done something to it. The fatal wound was in the abdomen, which was very deep. He lost a lot of blood in a short period of time and died soon."
Jiang Wenfeng knelt down and took a look to make sure he was right.
He turned around and asked: "Painter?"
The painter who was painting dragons and snakes looked up: "Here!"
Jiang Wenfeng looked around the entire top of the tower and said, "Draw it carefully, covering every side."
"yes."
This is Jiang Wenfeng's unique habit. When he examines a case, he likes to bring a painter with him to draw the scene and slowly figure it out. After all, memory may be wrong.
These officers are used to handling murder cases. Although the person who died this time was a Xuanshi, the corpse turned into a corpse was no different from that of ordinary people.
After the autopsy was completed, the paintings on the scene were preserved, and Yuyang's body was carried on a stretcher.
When they were about to carry it out, Xuanfei spoke: "Master Jiang, the atmosphere of the Merit Tower is different. If you want to preserve the body, it's best not to carry it out. If you leave it here, it can be preserved for a longer time without rotting."
Jiang Wenfeng looked at him quietly.
But Xuanfei shut up after saying this.
"Sir?" the officer asked him for instructions.
Jiang Wenfeng turned around and said: "Then let's put it on the second floor. Just be careful, no matter what time, two people must be present at the same time."
"yes."
Jiang Wenfeng turned around and asked Xuanfei again: "Even now, you still refuse to say it?"
Xuanfei didn't respond.
Jiang Wenfeng had nothing to say, so he left the Merit Tower to look for witnesses.
Until he left, Xuanfei remained the same, without saying a word. (To be continued)