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Chapter 102 This is definitely a conspiracy against us
On the South First Street of Chang'an City, which is the street north of Fangshi, which is the closest to the south city wall, a monk wearing a gray monk robe is running fast in an astonishing manner.

With one step, he was more than ten meters away. One second he was still at the gate of Qinglongfang, and the next second he was at the bottom of the square wall. The figure here has not disappeared yet, and another figure appeared in front of him...

Flickering, like a flash!
Fortunately, Nanyi Street is the southernmost street in Chang'an City, and the streets on both sides of it are also places with few pedestrians. Otherwise, this monk's behavior will definitely attract some foolish men and women to worship and think that they are gods and Buddhas. apparition.

And because the gray-robed monk was eager to save people, he hurried on the road with all his strength, so that he didn't use his three thousand thoughts to perceive the situation on both sides of the road, otherwise he would hear some very interesting things.

"Call twenty, call twenty, here is 24..."

"Twenty received, twenty received..."

"The mouse's rescuers just passed by me at a very fast speed and are expected to arrive in a quarter of an hour..."

"Twenty understand..."

"This is 23, the rescuers of the mouse have already rushed past my position, they may arrive at any time, let Dong Yao get ready..."

"Received, Dongyao has finished preparations, just waiting for the mouse's rescuers to enter the field..."

Swish!Swish!shuh...

The gray-robed monk was running at full speed, like flowing clouds and flowing water. If you look carefully, you can see that the shape of the dust stirred up by each step of his fall is like a lotus flower.

This is the external manifestation of the supernatural power of one of the six senses of Buddhism, which is called step by step lotus.

In a hurry, the gray-robed monk finally arrived at the site of the incident, an abandoned house in Dunhuafang, southeast of Chang'an, fifteen minutes after the Dharma Protector Mantra he handed to Fazheng was broken.

Standing in front of the house door in the abandoned house, the gray-robed monk looked at the dead monks scattered all over the place, and the Fazheng monk who had disappeared, and frowned slightly.

"Nanwu Miaoguang Bodhisattva, the poor monk is still late, wait..."

At this time, under the reflection of the three thousand thoughts of the gray-robed monk, he suddenly found that among the monks in the pool of blood, there was one whose heart was still beating.

Unlike the surrounding monks who were stabbed in the throat with a sword and died unexpectedly, this young monk was directly castrated, and the person who did it seemed worried that the monk would bleed to death, and deliberately used flames to kill him. Cautrating the wound helped him stop the bleeding.

The gray-robed monk took a general look at it, and found that the monk's wound was treated very well, and there shouldn't be any serious problems.

At this time, One Thought Three Thousand gave him another response, there was still a person alive outside the room, and the other person seemed to be dying.

Swish!
After two or three flashes of the gray-robed monk's body, he quickly rushed to the side of the other survivor.

This is a man in a black suit. From the tattered, scorched clothes and the burns on his skin, it can be seen that he has experienced a fierce battle.

A knife pierced through his shoulder and nailed him to the wall!
The gray-robed monk knew him, Yuan Cong's imperial guard Dazhi.

What happened to him?
Although the gray-robed monk was very curious about why Dazhi became like this, it seemed that he had no time to think about it. The gray-robed monk pressed Dazhi's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand As soon as he exerted force, he first pulled out the ring-sword that was stuck in the opponent's shoulder.

"Drink..."

The sharp pain from the blade rubbing against his muscles immediately woke up Dazhi, and he subconsciously punched the figure in front of him.

Snapped!
Seriously injured, his fist was undoubtedly received lightly by the gray-robed monk, and Da Zhi's body, who had punched this punch, also passed out again.

At this moment, the gray-robed monk suddenly heard a loud shout from the wall next to him.

"In broad daylight, the universe is bright, you thief monk dare to commit murder here..."

Following the voice, a white figure leaped down and kicked him.

"Don't put people down on the poor road yet!"

Pong!
The raised right hand of the gray-robed monk collided firmly with the flying kick of the figure, making a muffled sound, like the sound of whipping leather.

Then Bai Ying turned back and landed lightly on the ground, while the gray-robed monk also wobbled and took two steps back.

"No wonder you dare to kill and steal money, monk thief. It turns out that you have two tricks..."

At this time, the gray-robed monk could see clearly that the white figure who had sneaked up on him was actually a handsome young Taoist priest in a strange-looking white Taoist robe.

"However, if you meet the poor Taoist today, it will be your fate."

The Taoist priest in white raised his finger and pointed at the monk in gray. "Be obedient and follow Pindao to the Chang'an County Government, otherwise, don't blame Pindao for being rude."

"You're wrong, little monk..."

The gray-robed monk took a step back and clasped his hands together.

"This benefactor was not hurt by the monk."

"You bullshit!"

The Taoist priest in white held a gray robed monk in his hand.

"Pindao saw it very clearly. He punched you just now, but you blocked him, and now you are holding the bloody weapon. The evidence is so strong that you still want to argue..."

The gray-robed monk looked at the ring-sword that he had just pulled out and inserted into Dazhi's body. It was indeed stained with a lot of Dazhi's blood, and Dazhi had indeed punched him just now blocked.

This seems to be difficult to explain.

"You have nothing to say, murderer!"

"All right……"

The gray-robed monk put aside the blood-stained ring-head knife and raised his hand with a wry smile.

"The poor monk knows that it is really difficult for him to explain now, but fortunately, the benefactor is still alive. After we rescue him, the truth of the matter will be clear."

Perhaps it was because his face was more sincere, but after he finished speaking, the little Taoist priest on the opposite side nodded suspiciously.

"It's fine to save people first, but now Pindao doesn't know whether you want to save people or harm people, so you should stay away first..."

"Alright!"

The gray-robed monk nodded, then walked a few steps away, watching them quietly.

After he left, the little Taoist first touched the side of Dazhi's neck with his hand, then turned the opponent's body twice, and then tore off a piece of cloth from Dazhi's black suit with his hands, and tore it into a In a long strip, it wrapped the opponent's shoulders three times, five times and two times.

After a series of turnings, Dazhi woke up again in a daze, and let out a low moan.

"Well, he woke up..."

The little Taoist poked Dazhi's face with his hand, and a burst of burning pain instantly made Dazhi sober.

"Hey, tell Pindao, is it this thief monk who killed you?"

monk?

After hearing the word monk, a deep voice suddenly sounded in Dazhi's head.

"Good brother, you can rest assured now, that Yuan Cong guard who watched you..."

"cannot……"

Dazhi shook his head and spoke intermittently.

"...can't... trust... the monk!"

"Did you hear that?"

After hearing Dazhi's words, the white-clothed Taoist raised his head and glared at the gray-robed monk.

"Now that the witnesses and evidence are all there, what else can you say?"

The gray-robed monk was a little tongue-tied, and he wanted to say something but found that he couldn't say it at all.

Judging from this situation, it seems that the murderer is really... a ghost!

But it only took a moment for the gray-robed monk to react.

This is definitely a conspiracy against the poor monk and the Zhuangyan Temple. The real murderer intends to use these things to plant the killing of Yuan Cong on himself and the Zhuangyan Temple.

"Ok!"

The gray-robed monk nodded firmly.

It must be so right!
But what these murderers didn't expect was that the poor monk's three thousand thoughts had already reached a small level of cultivation, as long as he could wake up Da Zhi, the poor monk could use the three thousand thoughts to find out clues.

What I have to do now is to use one thought of three thousand, and let this little Taoist priest give himself the Dazhi.

Under one thought, I believe that this little Taoist priest will definitely get what he wants.

"This thing is not done by the poor monk..."

The gray-robed monk stood up, and the Fahua Sect's magical skill of suppressing the sect with three thousand thoughts was pushed to the extreme in an instant. The gray monk's robe was windless and automatic, and his voice seemed to become a little different.

"Please trust the poor monk, and then give this benefactor to the poor monk."

But what the gray-robed monk didn't know was that when he started to perform the Three Thousand Thoughts, red prompts popped up on an invisible system panel in the eyes of the white-clothed Taoist opposite.

"Monk Yifan has performed three thousand thoughts on you, and wants to establish a state of spiritual connection (one-way reading) with you..."

'Reminder, the status of the connection of spiritual thoughts will lead to the risk of the existence of the system being leaked. '

'Spiritual connection has been blocked by the system! '

"Monk Yifan cast a three thousand thoughts on you, and wanted to establish a state of spiritual awareness (unilateral reading) with you..."

'The sense of consciousness has been blocked by the system! '

"..."

"Okay you thief monk..."

After the Taoist priest in white glanced at his panel, he suddenly became furious.

"How dare you use this kind of deceptive magic to attack the poor. It seems that the poor will not do justice for the sky today. Guchen sword, unsheathed!"

(End of this chapter)