Nightmare Attack

"They want to trick you into blinding your own eyes?" The fat man stared at Jiang Cheng in front of him, with a trace of despair in his voice.

Jiang Cheng put down his hands and relaxed his frown a little, but he looked more comforting, "Don't be too nervous. This is just my guess. There is not enough evidence yet. The abbot said that night is fake and daytime is true. Yes, we can start from this aspect and see if we can find any flaws."

For today's fat man in Jiangcheng, there are still many unsolved mysteries. Monk Huicong's actions also puzzled them. However, because there were too few clues, it was futile to think about it any more. After confirming again that the doors and windows were closed, the two of them pondered. Fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside. Jiang Cheng sat up and looked around. Sure enough, the place they were in when they woke up was not at all the place where they lay down last night.

After waking up, the fat man nervously looked at the surrounding furnishings. The old wooden table was placed in front of him, and he clearly remembered that the doctor moved the table and pushed it against the door last night.

When I woke up one night, everything seemed to have changed, and what was even more impressive was that this change was carried out quietly.

"Dongdongdong."

Someone knocked on the door.

After the door opened, a familiar figure stood outside the door, "Donor, Senior Brother Huide asked me to inform you that another benefactor has died in the west wing." Huiqing clasped her hands together and spoke a little faster, making Huiqing's pretty face clear. He looked increasingly nervous.

Jiang Cheng pretended to be stunned at first, and then his voice trembled as he spoke, "Another person died. How could this happen?"

Soon, under the guidance of Hui Qing, Fatty Jiangcheng came to the west wing. Before he could get close to the courtyard gate, he saw a body covered with white cloth being carried out under the busy work of several monks.

The monks chanted sutras around the corpse, twisted Buddha beads in their hands, and looked very pious with their slightly lowered faces. However, this kind of piety was only weird in the eyes of the fat man. After all, the big monk walking at the front of the mourning procession looked familiar to the fat man. He was in the merit hall last night. There is definitely this person.

After Hui Qing also left, Ye Qiutang and Song Tianyang walked out gloomily, stepping on the paper money on the ground, and the four of them came to a stone table in the courtyard and sat down.

"The one who died was Lu Zhu, the maid who was kidnapped by those evil monks last night." It was Ye Qiutang who spoke. Perhaps thinking of what happened to those women last night, her face became increasingly ugly.

"I've checked Lu Zhu's body. It's the same as Aqima's before. There are no scars on the whole body." Song Tianyang looked towards the courtyard gate, and the sound of the monks chanting sutras was gradually fading away.

After a moment, Song Tianyang turned his gaze back, looked at Jiang Cheng quite formally, and then cupped his hands, "Thanks to Little Friend Jiang's tip about what happened last night, we have been able to confirm that Green Bamboo is the craft planted by Nanman around us, and besides Green Bamboo, There is at least one spy lurking around us. Song Tianyang deliberately lowered his voice in the second half of the sentence, and he left the rest of the people in the room.

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's eyes froze, "Does the old gentleman have any clues?"

"I already have some clues. I can be sure that this person will soon reveal his flaws. I and the young lady will also be observing secretly. Whoever takes action against Jiang Xiaoyou must be a Nanman craftsman."

Seeing that he could not confirm the identity of the second-generation Shenhong, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, "Senior Song, please tell me about your experience after we separated last night."

Listening to what Song Tianyang said and adding his own experience, Jiang Cheng roughly pieced together the whole story. Last night, Song Tianyang and Ye Qiutang's group were responsible for diverting the monks away, as well as Guan Erye's ghost who was chasing the monks, but they were running away. , but they found that there were fewer monks behind them, and the leader Huide Huiming was missing.

They didn't see the maid either, but they were sure that the maid was not killed by Guan Erye's ghost, because Guan Erye's ghost had been chasing them.

"It is indeed not Mr. Guan who did it, but those evil monks."

Jiang Cheng thought about his experience last night before speaking out. After hearing that the fat man next to Jiang Cheng suddenly turned into a dead green bamboo, Ye Qiutang's breathing quickened.

"Abbot..." Song Tianyang turned his head and looked towards the courtyard wall, his expression gradually becoming weird.

Knowing that Song Tianyang is a master of the alchemist discipline, Jiang Cheng said this to seek confirmation from Song Tianyang, "Why, Senior Song thinks there is something wrong with the abbot?"

Song Tianyang couldn't help but frown, and whispered to himself: "Why did he say that?"

The fat man was very anxious when he saw this, "I said Lao Bang...senior! You can tell me if you have anything to say, don't let us brothers guess!"

Song Tianyang came to his senses and did not immediately answer the fat man's words. Instead, he looked at Jiang Cheng and said in a tone of seeking confirmation: "Little friend Jiang, the abbot said that the beautiful bearded master is the Jialan Bodhisattva of their Buddhist sect?"

"Exactly."

"That's not right. The beautiful bearded man who appeared in my opinion does not look like a Buddhist Bodhisattva. Instead, he looks like one of the four guardians of the Dao Sect, Shenwei Yuanzhen Tianzun Guan Shengdi." Song Tianyang paused, "There is also a taboo, Three Realms The Demon-Suppressing Emperor."

For some reason, as soon as the word "subdue the demon" came out, Jiangcheng Fatty suddenly felt a cool breeze hit his face, "The Great Emperor Subdue the Demon..."

After a moment, Jiang Cheng was the first to react. There was a picture tattooed on Huicong's back. According to the abbot, it was the Buddhist Kalam Tantric Sutra's Demonic Suppression Picture, but to him it looked like a constellation map. He told Song Tianyang what he had discovered. The other party also nodded, "Yes, looking at the seventy-four sects of our dynasty, in terms of intensive research on the stars, there is no other sect like Chu Dao, Yong You, Sun, Moon, Shen, Chen, Beidou, Yinghuo, Taibai, Suixing, and Chuanxing. "

"Little friend Jiang, I would like to see this picture with my own eyes, can you do it for me?" Song Tianyang held out his hand to Jiang Cheng.

"Why, Senior Song, you haven't found Monk Huicong before?" According to Song Tianming's ability, he should have realized that there was something wrong with Monk Huicong a long time ago. What Jiang Cheng couldn't figure out was this.

Song Tianming showed bitterness on his face, "To be honest with you, little friend Jiang, I and the young lady also knew that something was wrong with this monk, but this monk was very wary of us. When he saw us coming from a distance, he took a puff of smoke and ran away. You also know that here It’s not convenient to use force in the temple.”

This sentence can be regarded as a wake-up call for Jiang Cheng. Monk Huicong is hiding from Song Tianming and others. There may be something wrong with this. Besides, he only has initial trust in Song Tianming and Ye Qiutang now.

Naturally, he couldn't live with the face of the direct refusal, so Jiang Cheng said with difficulty: "It's too eye-catching for the two of us to appear together. How about this? Let's find an opportunity to contact Monk Huicong, find a way to record the tattoo on his back, and then hand it over to Senior screening.”