Although the person in front of him was wearing a black mask and dressed strangely, the gatekeeper monk did not find it strange.
Because among the many pilgrims who came to their Baoxiang Temple to offer incense and worship Buddha, there were many who wore masks and hats and did not want others to know their identities.
Just like last time, the gatekeeper monk also received a mysterious pilgrim wearing a bamboo hat and holding the "Tang Wang Ling".
"Pilgrim, I'm sorry, I don't know where Abbot Wuming has been wandering."
The gatekeeper monk looked apologetically at the man wearing the black mask.
This man wearing a black mask is none other than the most mysterious of the five hall masters of the Evil Sect, Qianjiao.
Naturally, he came here to investigate the cause of death of Pei Nan, Wu Ming, the fake abbot of Baoxiang Temple.
On the way here, he found out that Pei Nan left a letter at Baoxiang Temple, saying that he had traveled around the world. But Qianjiao knew that this was definitely a false news, or that the news was true, but Pei Nan It's not that he's wandering around, but that he's been killed.
As for why he left a letter saying that he was traveling around, maybe it was the person who killed Pei Nan. He didn't want people to know that Wu Ming, the abbot of Baoxiang Temple, was fake, or it was for other reasons.
"Master, was there anything unusual on the day Abbot Wuming left the letter?"
Qianjiao continued to ask.
When the gatekeeper monk heard this, he frowned, with a look of displeasure on his face, "This pilgrim, our abbot has always been well, and there is no problem either mentally or physically."
"Pilgrim, if you want to offer incense, please come in quickly."
After saying that, the gatekeeper monk ignored the man wearing a black mask in front of him and continued to signal other pilgrims to slowly enter Baoxiang Temple.
Seeing this, Qianjiao shook his head secretly. If he didn't want to cause trouble, he would have died hundreds of times just with the attitude of the gatekeeper monk.
The next moment, he turned over his hand, took out a token from his arms, and then turned to his back and said to his gatekeeper monk: "Master, look at what this is?"
Although the gatekeeper monk was a little bored, he still turned around patiently. When he saw the token in Qianjiao's hand, he was slightly startled.
This is a golden token. There is no such-and-such city, or the words Ministry of War, Ministry of Households, etc. on the token. There are only two very simple words, Datang!
Qianjiao saw the gatekeeper monk in a daze, then shook his head and smiled: "I forgot, given your status, you should have never seen this kind of token. You ask the senior officials of Baoxiang Temple to come over. With their knowledge, they should know what this is. Token.”
There was a hint of pride in his voice.
"This is the [Tang Wang Wang's Order]. I didn't know that you are visiting Baoxiang Temple. Please forgive me."
The gatekeeper monk said with a sincere and fearful expression, all the previous impatience disappeared.
Um?
Unexpectedly, this gatekeeper monk had seen this [Tang Wang Ling].
Qianjiao didn't expect that the gatekeeper monk would recognize the [Tang Wang Ling], and felt a little surprised.
"You actually know [Tang Wang Ling]?"
"Sir, two days ago, there was also a pilgrim holding the [Tang Wang Ling] who came to Baoxiang Temple to offer incense and worship Buddha."
The gatekeeper monk answered honestly.
"I see."
Qianjiao nodded. Although he was curious about who the person was, he didn't ask any more questions.
"Sir, do you want to burn incense and make a wish?"
"This can be slow down for now. You can take me to find a senior person who is familiar with your Baoxiang Temple, Abbot Wuming."
Qianjiao thought for a while and said.
"Okay, sir, please come with me."
"Um."
The two entered Baoxiang Temple one after the other.
After entering Baoxiang Temple, the pilgrims also saw Qianjiao's attire, but they were not surprised. After all, many of them were wearing bamboo hats or masks.
After a while, the gatekeeper monk took Qianjiao to an attic near the southeast of Baoxiang Temple, and then knocked on the door.
With a creak, a young monk walked out of the attic.
"Is there a problem?"
The young monk looked at the gatekeeper and asked.
"Master, here comes another pilgrim holding the [Tang Wang Ling]."
The gatekeeper monk pointed to the latent dragon not far away and said softly.
"Um?"
"What's going on? There were pilgrims holding [Tang Wang Ling] just a few days ago, and there's another one here today?"
"When did the rare and precious [Tang Wang Ling] become like Chinese cabbage?"
Of course, the young monk did not dare to say these words, he could only think about them in his heart.
"Master, this pilgrim holding the [Tang Wang Ling] said he wanted to see the senior executive of Baoxiang Temple who is most familiar with Abbot Wuming, so I brought him to see you."
The gatekeeper monk continued to add.
"So that's it. I understand. You go down first, and I will entertain this distinguished pilgrim."
"good."
After the gatekeeper monk left, the young monk came to Qianjiao, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully: "My lord, I wonder what you want to see the young monk for?"
Although the young monk didn't know who the man in the black mask in front of him was, he was definitely not someone he could offend if he was holding the [Tang Wang Ling], so his attitude should naturally be respectful.
"Master, I want to know why Abbot Wuming, who was doing well, suddenly left a letter and wanted to travel around?"
Qianjiao didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point.
"I don't know about this either. Maybe Abbot Wu Ming suddenly realized something."
"Although this kind of situation is rare, it is actually normal. In the past, our abbot of Baoxiang Temple suddenly had some enlightenment, and then he traveled around and finally returned after three years."
The young monk thought for a while and explained.
"Master, Abbot Wuming and I are also friends. Could you please show me the letters he left?"
Qianjiao said.
"Since your Excellency is friends with Abbot Wuming, and the letter is not a secret, you can naturally check it."
If an ordinary person wanted to check Abbot Wu Ming's letter, the young monk would definitely not give it to him. However, the man in front of him was holding the [Tang Wang Ling] and had an extraordinary status. It was not appropriate to offend him, so the young monk took out Wu Ming's letter from his arms. Give it to Qianjiao.
After Qianjiao got the letter, he immediately opened it and checked it.
When he saw the writing on it, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Although he didn't usually have much contact with Pei Nan, he had seen information about Pei Nan in the Demon Cult. There were records of his handwriting in these materials. The handwriting on this letter was exactly the same as Pei Nan's.
"Although the handwriting is the same, it does not mean that it is Pei Nan's handwriting. Maybe there is some calligraphy that everyone imitated, or it may be that this letter was indeed written by Pei Nan, but it was not from his will."
Qianjiao guessed in his heart.
"By the way, Master, was there anything unusual on the day Abbot Wuming left the letter?"
Qianjiao continued to ask.
"What's unusual? This one doesn't."
The little monk thought for a while, shook his head and said.
Suddenly remembering something, the young monk added: "By the way, that evening, an adult holding the [Tang Wang Ling] also came to visit and said he wanted to offer incense and worship Buddha. Then I went to inform the abbot, who personally chanted sutras and chanted Buddha's name for that person. An hour later, I saw that the abbot had not come out yet, so I went in to look for him, but the abbot was gone, and so was the gentleman, leaving only this letter."
Um?
The man holding the [Tang Wang Ling] actually came to see Pei Nan?
Is it a coincidence? Or was it intentional?
Qian Jiao frowned invisibly, but no one saw him because of the black mask.
"By the way, what does the man holding the [Tang Wang Ling] look like? Maybe I still know him."
Qianjiao felt that Pei Nan's murder was most likely done by the person holding the [Tang Wang Ling].
"Um, I'm sorry. The old man was wearing a large bamboo hat and couldn't see his face clearly. The young monk only knew that he was a man. He sounded very young from the sound of his voice."
The young monk recalled.
"That's right."
Qianjiao frowned again. Of course, because of the black mask he wore, the young monk could not see his frowning movement at all.
"Master, I wonder if you can take me to the place where Abbot Wuming chants sutras and chants Buddha's name for that man?"
Qianjiao felt that he might be able to get a clue from the scene.
"Of course there is no problem with this. Sir, please come with me."
"Sorry to trouble you, Master."
With the young monk in front and Qian Jiao behind, they headed to the largest hall of Baoxiang Temple.
Although the place they started from was not far from the largest temple, because there were so many pilgrims in Baoxiang Temple, it took them a while to squeeze through the crowd and enter the largest temple.
"Sir, this is where the abbot chanted sutras and chanted Buddha's name for the pilgrim holding the [Tang Wang Ling]."
"The original letter was found in front of the Buddha statue."
The young monk pointed to the table in front of the Buddha statue and said.
Qianjiao hummed softly, and then began to observe the surroundings. His eyes began to become sharp, like sharp arrows.
Everyone who looked at him avoided him.
After a while, Qianjiao also discovered some clues...
