"Mr. Zhang."

Yang Shoudao suddenly spoke and waved to Lord Zhang to come over.

He whispered a few words in Lord Zhang's ear, Lord Zhang nodded repeatedly and came to Huiren again.

"Master Jueming said that Xifan had been in this Main Hall for a long time that day. I wonder if the mage had any impression?"

"Oh, of course I have an impression."

Master Huiren smiled and said, "That good man is very pious and has been facing the wall in the Main Hall for a long time.

"I remember that he was meditating in front of the mural on the left. I also said at that time, why didn't a good man learn to Maitreya?"

He replied: It was not that he did not study Maitreya, but that he had a serious illness when he was a child, and then he was able to recover from his eyebrows at night. From that day on, he worshipped under Changmei's sect, and this time he went to the temple to practice Zen.

I should worship Changmei first.”

Yang Shoudao stood aside, looking indifferent, but Master Huiren's words were heard in a real way. His eyes immediately fell on the mural, and he saw that there were nine arhats on the left and right walls of the Main Hall, with long eyebrows being one of them.

But what's wrong with this long eyebrows?

Yang Shoudao rubbed the big gun in his hand and looked at the hazy image of the Arhat on the mural.

He vaguely felt that the deceased found during the day did not come unintentionally, but had a very clear purpose.

He was going to stay for half a month, but he left in the rain that night, which must be related to the three Yaozi who appeared later. After the three animals killed the man, they did not find what they wanted to find.

Visiting Maitreya Temple at night. Unexpectedly, Yang Shoudao and Yang Rui suddenly appeared and entered the Great Book of Great Heroes.

The three Xifans were worried that the secret would be leaked, so they wanted to shoot Yang Shoudao, but they didn't want to be discovered by Yang Shoudao, and even killed one of the three on the spot.

There must be something strange in this Grand Priest Hall, and the Arkans who practiced Zen in the Western Paradise probably had other intentions, but what clues did he leave?

Yang Shoudao could not think of a clue, so he walked to the cushion in front of the Buddha, sat cross-legged, and placed the big gun on his legs.

"Master, this kind of thing is not something I can solve."

"It's getting late now, and there's even more fog outside, so I and my brothers stay here for a night. As soon as the sky is dawn, please send someone to the government office to inform the magistrate. I will stay here, so the wizard doesn't have to do so because of this.

And worrying.”

"That's good, that's good!"

Two murders occurred in one night. Master Huiren was really worried that Yang Rui would leave. Since he wanted to stay, the master would not refuse.

So he quickly asked someone to prepare for the meditation room and even asked someone to move the body away, but was stopped by Lord Zhang.

"Don't move the body. This is the crime scene. Just place it here. Wait until the arresting shift arrives tomorrow, and it will be easier to investigate."

“Yes, what the donor said.”

Lord Zhang walked to Yang Shoudao and whispered: "Mr. Yang, let's go to the Zen room to rest?"

But Yang Shoudao's eyes were closed and his breathing was stable, as if he was asleep.

"Mr. Yang..."

Lord Zhang explained to Huiren: "He has a strong martial arts skills, but his temper is a bit strange. Let him stay in this hall."

"Okay, okay!"

Several monks were in a hurry for a long time and finally made arrangements. Lord Zhang went to the meditation room next to him to rest, and Master Huiren also took the others back to his respective meditation room. However, if such a thing happened, Master Huiren and the others could still do it.

It is unknown if you can no longer enter into meditation and practice.

The Great Hall has restored tranquility.

The hall was dark and quiet, and Yang Shoudao slowly opened his eyes. Jueming's body was standing beside him, and the blood had already dyed the stone bricks under him. Yang Shoudao stood up and walked to the long-browed Arhat. He sat down slowly in front of the strokes. He looked at the mural, but his face showed a puzzled expression.

"What exactly does that man want to say?"

In the early morning, the fog has not yet dissipated and it has even become thicker and thicker.

Yang Shoudao walked out of the Main Hall and stood in the wet square that was wet with dew. He stretched his waist and didn't sleep all night, and his eyes were red. But his spirit seemed very energetic and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Walking alone in the quiet temple, I found that the small Maitreya Temple was not large in size and there was a small door in the backyard. When I opened the small door, it was a platform with an area of ​​about 800 square meters. Standing on the platform, He can take a bird's eye view of the bird'er stream, clouds and mist...

It is a good place to sing the wind and the moon here, which must be of a unique charm.

He suddenly remembered that Mid-Autumn Festival in August is only ten days away and it is coming soon.

"In the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, there are grand celebrations in Shenyang...this matter!"

His face darkened, and Yang Shoudao suddenly shuddered. This matter was probably not that simple.

"Mr. Yang, I got up so early." Just as Yang Shoudao was standing on the observation deck and enjoying the beautiful scenery, Mr. Zhang walked out quickly from the small door.

In fact, he hadn't been asleep all night. When he closed his eyes, Jueming, who was shot and killed, and the assassin who was shot dead by Yang Shoudao. At that time, he was lying on the ground, but clearly saw how Yang Shoudao made the decision. The thief killed. The lightning-fast movement and the fierce stinging left a very deep impression on his mind.

That is a must-kill with one blow, without any delay.

Lord Zhang found that Yang Shoudao's marksmanship was not complicated, but he seemed to be straightforward and extremely lethal, which must be the way of training in the army.

"Mr. Zhang!"

Yang Shoudao hugged his fists and was still thinking about the key points.

As soon as the sky was dawn, Lord Zhang ran out to find Yang Shoudao, but he didn't expect that Yang Shoudao was not in the Main Hall. He was panicked at that time and searched all over the temple. It was not until he found Yang Shoudao on the observation deck that he was secretly relieved. From what time, Lord Zhang discovered that when Yang Shoudao was by his side, he was very confident.

Perhaps, it was when Yang Shoudao shot him decisively and violently last night when he faced the assassin.

"Brother Yang is here to see the scenery early this morning?"

Lord Zhang smiled and walked forward carefully.

Yang Shoudao glanced at him and couldn't help but shake his head and smiled, "You and I are all part of our colleagues. If you have anything to say, don't beat around the bush."

"Well……"

Lord Zhang almost choked to death and had to smile bitterly, "Brother, what should I do next?"

"Take a step, look at it."

Yang Shoudao sighed and said softly: "First one life, then two lives... Do you think this matter

It's simple, the current situation, not to mention you and me, I'm afraid you and I can't decide. There were three consecutive murders, and there were even assassinations and sneak attacks. The whereabouts of the two assassins are currently unknown."

"I guess the Ministry of Internal Affairs is afraid that it will interfere in this matter."

When Lord Zhang heard this, he immediately grinned. If even the Ministry of Internal Affairs came in, this matter would probably be a big deal.

"Brother Yang, then we..."

"Listen to me, I guess the people from Junxiansi will come here in person and will let you and me go back to the city at that time."
Chapter completed!