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Flies and mosquitoes were buzzing around, and the stench of coagulated blood filled the air, which was very unpleasant. Black, red and blue-gray mixed together, outlining a colorful fragment on the ground in the backyard.

On the stone steps and the ground in the yard, the disciples who couldn't stand the smell covered their noses and sobbed, and those who couldn't bear the blood turned their heads to wipe their tears.

Among the corpses on the ground were their senior brothers and junior brothers. Not long ago, they were still discussing Buddhism together, carrying water and chopping wood, practicing martial arts and chanting scriptures, but they never thought that they would be separated forever.

In this situation, how could they not feel overwhelmed, sad from the heart, and sad and painful.

Only Ronghai and Baoshu did not show any sadness. Looking at the corpses of the disciples on the ground, their faces became more gloomy and solemn, their eyebrows were full of melancholy, and their eyes flashed with coldness and resentment.

The two closed their eyes at the same time, bowed their heads, clasped their hands together, and chanted: "Amitabha!"

The voice was soothing, and the disciples followed suit and chanted silently to pray for their fellow disciples.

After reciting the scriptures several times, the sky was slightly dark. Rong Hai raised his head and ordered: "Go and light the candles, clean up the body first, and then make food."

The disciples had wooden expressions and moved silently. Rong Hai and Bao Shu walked side by side to the outside of the mountain temple. When they reached the outside of the temple, they looked back and did not stop.

They walked all the way to the forest outside the mountain temple, and then slowed down their pace, walking slowly. Bao Shu's face still didn't look much better, and he asked softly: "Brother, do you see anything wrong?"

"Some." Perhaps because he was far away from the backyard, Rong Hai's face was much more relaxed, and he nodded and said: "The arrows on the ground are standard weapons, only supplied to the Qianhu Office. The knife marks on the body should be..."

"Xiu Chun Dao." Bao Shu took over.

Rong Hai nodded in agreement. He was a little unsure at first, but after Bao Shu said that, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like it.

His eyes sank, "Do you think it was the Jinyiwei who did it?"

"No." Bao Shu shook his head first, but soon nodded, "It's possible."

But Rong Hai decisively said, "No, it definitely wasn't the Jinyiwei who did it."

He carefully observed the expression on Rong Hai's face and found that there was no change. Bao Shu smiled slightly. In his opinion, it was indeed unlikely to be the Jinyiwei.

The reason is still the same, there is no need. But since it wasn't the Jinyiwei who did it, who could it be? What's the purpose?

For the Bu Tian Bao Jing? No, absolutely not! He would never believe that someone would offend the Kuchan Temple and Lantuo Temple, where there are Grandmasters, for the opportunity to become a Grandmaster.

Jianghu people are not fools, and they don't seek death like this!

After thinking for a moment, Bao Shu asked tentatively, "Then who do you think Rong Hai did it?"

No response.

He didn't mind and asked, "What's the purpose?"

When Rong Hai heard the word "purpose", he turned his head and looked at Bao Shu with interest. His eyes were fixed on him, as if he wanted to peel Bao Shu clean and then cut him open.

Being frightened by his gaze, Bao Shu's eyelids trembled, and he asked with a guilty conscience, "Brother Rong Hai, what are you doing?"

"Brother Bao Shu, if I remember correctly, we entered the Buddhist monastery in the same year, right?"

Whenever you recall the bitter past and think of the sweet past, there will be no good things! Bao Shu also understood this truth. Staring at Rong Hai's sincere face, he felt frightened and asked hurriedly, "Master, what do you mean by this, brother?"

After saying "nothing", Rong Hai turned around and walked back, waving his hands as he walked, and said faintly, "Purpose? This is forcing us..."

"You mean? Forcing us to go to the government?" Bao Shu's face changed drastically.

The disciples in the temple were killed, and he had to go to the government anyway. But if someone secretly manipulates them and forces them to be the first to come forward, then they have ulterior motives.

Neither he nor the Landuo Temple wants to be the knife of the borrowed knife to kill people! But does he have a choice?

After sorting out the past, he desperately found: a dead end, a dead end with no second option! No wonder Ronghai looked sad and miserable from beginning to end in the mountain temple.

So that's it! Baoshu sighed helplessly, quickly caught up with Ronghai, and sighed: "Recalling the past, we really entered the Buddhist sect in the same year and month."

Hearing this, Ronghai stopped and looked back at Baoshu. The two looked at each other in the air, and then smiled and said, everything is self-evident...

When they returned to the mountain temple, it was completely dark. The remaining candles in the hall were all lit by the disciples, and the flames reflected each other, making the hall as bright as day.

The corpses were divided into two parts and placed on the ground according to the temples they were in. In the middle was the corpse of Nengzhi who died with his eyes open.

Seeing the two people walking in side by side, a disciple came up with vegetarian food, "Master, Master Ronghai..."

"Leave it for now, I'll go see Junior Brother Nengzhi." Baoshu shook his head slightly and refused, walking towards the direction of Nengzhi's body with a sad face.

He squatted down with his brows drooping, stroked Nengzhi's eyes with both hands, and said softly: "Junior Brother, rest in peace. The Buddha will save you and ascend to the Western Paradise early..."

He gently closed Nengzhi's eyes with his palms, but suddenly felt a burning sensation in his palms when he couldn't help himself. Baoshu thought he was too sad and had hallucinations, so he put his hand on it again, and the burning sensation was still there.

His eyelids twitched, and a bad premonition grew in his heart. He hurriedly circulated his true energy and put his palm against Nengzhi's forehead to feel it carefully. Ronghai, who was standing opposite, saw this and squatted down to circulate his true energy and feel it carefully.

After a while, the two of them gathered their true energy and said in unison in surprise: "Burning Heaven Treasure Mirror!"

Demon Cult! The two felt that the true qi in their bodies was created by the Burning Heaven Treasure Mirror, and their first thought was the Demon Cult. But when their eyes touched each other, they gave up this idea.

How could I not remember what I had done? The Demon Cult had been destroyed long ago, and the Burning Heaven Treasure Mirror was no longer in the Demon Cult. Both of them had participated in this matter throughout, so they naturally had a deeper impression.

Who else could it be if not the remnants of the Demon Cult? When the two were wondering, a disciple suddenly remembered that he had heard of the Burning Heaven Treasure Mirror, and immediately ran over to report.

After the disciple finished speaking, Rong Hai and Bao Shu nodded in sudden enlightenment. It was reasonable that the Burning Heaven Treasure Mirror was in the Jinyiwei.

In this way, they had to go to Bianzhou.

The two looked at each other and nodded, which was considered as agreement. Bao Shu waved his hand and ordered in a deep voice: "Rest for a night, and bring your brothers and the body of your uncle back to the temple tomorrow."

"Bianzhou, Brother Rong Hai and I are enough."

Rong Hai said something similar. The disciples of the two temples knew that they could not help, so they might as well do what they could, such as sending the body back to the temple for burial.

With expectant eyes, they bowed respectfully and found a place to rest.

The candle was blown out, and two pairs of eyes opened in the darkness one after another, looking directly into each other's dim eyes, and they could actually taste some taste of being in the same boat...

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