Next to the winding path, there is a simple thatched house.
There were several tables and chairs placed on the side near the road, and a gorgeous woman in her thirties was sitting on them, bored and sleepy.
The setting sun is hanging in the distant horizon, spreading a touch of rouge into the vast sky.
The breeze stirred the treetops, making this bright red a bit more psychedelic.
The beautiful scenery was broken by the rapid sound of horse hooves.
When we got close, three or five tough men immediately came down.
They let go of the reins and let their horses wander to the side of the road to eat grass without fear of running away.
The dazed woman woke up when she heard the sound. When she saw several men sitting down, she immediately put on a smile.
"The guests have been working hard all the way. Are they eating or staying in a hotel?"
Among the several men, the leader was the youngest.
Laugh before saying anything, and travel around the world with a few people.
"There is no rush to eat, no rush to stay in the hotel, but there is no delay in seeking to see the true Buddha."
The woman's face changed slightly, then returned to normal.
"A few of you are joking. This is a small shop in the wilderness. Even lonely souls and wild ghosts can't stand it. How can I talk about the true Buddha?"
The man shook his head slowly, his smile not diminishing.
"The real Buddha has always been in the mountains, let alone the Iron-faced Buddha."
The woman's expression changed drastically and she retreated sharply.
She is faster, and these men are faster.
A few flashes of lightning flashed, and the woman let out a scream, and her back hit the pillar heavily.
When she looked again, she realized that an iron arrow as thick as a brush had penetrated her shoulder and pinned her to the pillar.
There was a loud noise of broken doors and windows in the thatched house behind, and several shop assistants wielding swords rushed towards them.
However, before they could land, the sound of the crossbows bursting out was as urgent as the black and white impermanence calling for death.
Four or five guys fell to the ground one after another. They were already dead and could no longer die.
The woman's face turned pale, and she couldn't help but tremble when she saw this scene.
"I wonder who these people are? This little girl is setting up a shop here to make a living, why is she so evil to you?"
The young leading man sat motionless, as if the killing that had just happened was like a passing cloud.
"We all told you that we are here to find the Iron-faced Buddha. Why should Miss Chun be so secretive?"
The woman was seriously injured and almost fainted from the pain, but she just gritted her teeth.
“I really don’t know what the Iron-faced Buddha is?”
The young man sighed lightly.
"Why are you asking for trouble?"
Immediately, a man stepped forward, suddenly grabbed the woman's right hand, broke it back, and leaned against the pillar. Then a sharp knife stabbed out, piercing the woman's wrist and nailing it to the pillar.
"ah……"
The woman's whole body twisted in pain.
But the man remained unmoved. He grabbed her left hand again, pulled it over and stabbed it again.
This time the woman was in so much pain that she couldn't even make a sound. She just kept hitting her head against the pillar, and the ground between her feet was dripping with water.
When she felt her left foot being grabbed, she suddenly thought of something and immediately lost all her strength.
"I say, I say all, don't kill me!"
The Iron-faced Buddha is not a Buddha, and he has no compassion.
He is actually a robber.
In the Jinwu Mountain area, everyone knows the name of the Iron-faced Buddha.
But no one has ever seen his true face.
But for the people who have been walking here for many years, as long as they are targeted by him, their money will be robbed and they will not escape death. If it were a beautiful woman, the end would be even worse.
In order to eliminate this giant bandit, the North Korean court conducted several encirclement and suppression campaigns, but all failed.
Later, the war broke out and the world was in chaos, and no one cared about a mere robber.
It is not easy for people in the war to survive.
What they desire most is to find a piece of pure land in such troubled times.
Dagong Temple is the most ideal place for people nearby.
The bells are ringing and the Sanskrit sounds are loud.
The wandering people seek the most precious peace in the chanting of monks.
Only when the shells landed in the courtyard did the brutal air flow break the peace here.
It turns out that believing in Buddhism and seeking peace of mind is so illusory.
People screamed in panic and ran in all directions. But without any surprise, they were all forced back by the shining bayonets.
Countless soldiers surrounded the entire temple from all directions. A group of people, old, young, women and children, were all escorted to the square, waiting for their fate to be pronounced.
The presiding officer of Dagong Temple is considered to be the person with the deepest concentration among them. He can still turn the beads and recite sutras safely.
The footsteps stopped in front of him.
"All the Buddhist immortals have great supernatural powers, but they don't know where the Iron-faced Buddha is?"
The chanting stopped suddenly, Faneng raised his head in panic, and met a young face. Only those eyes were as sharp as a peerless sword, piercing through his disguise.
Hanyang, Kim Sang-heon's residence.
As a hero who resisted Li Zhu's rebellious behavior, Jin Sangxian held a high position of power, and even his residence could only be looked up to.
But today, countless Xia troops rushed over and broke into the door.
"You...do you know where this place is? It's really unreasonable! Even His Royal Highness, King Xia, treats my father with great respect. You are so wanton and reckless, and you may bear the consequences?"
The person who walked in didn't care at all about the noise of Kim Sang-hyun's son, and just asked: "Where is Kim Jang?"
Kim Sang-hyun's son was stunned on the spot.
"You... why do you go to so much trouble to find a servant?"
Before he could finish speaking, Xia Jun's soldiers had already discovered Jin Zhang's location.
The door was broken open, and Jin Zhang was seen sitting in a chair, his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth all bleeding.
Seeing Xia Jun appear, he laughed wildly.
"Hahahahaha... Hahahahaha... Master, Jin Zhang fell short, so he has to take the first step!"
Jin Zhang, the steward of the Jin Mansion captured by Xia Jun, committed suicide by taking poison.
This is where the storm started.
In front of Zuo Menggeng, all relevant personnel gathered, but the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
The young man walked around in the middle and talked about what happened.
"Master, we got the request from Chief Prosecutor Huang and went to Jinwu Mountain to arrest the Iron-faced Buddha. According to the Iron-faced Buddha's confession, they received the money from Lord Jin's housekeeper Jinzhang before going to assassinate Lord Haiping. Following this clue, we chased Jin Mansion. However, Jin Zhang got wind of it in advance and committed suicide by taking poison. However, the evidence for the assassination of Hai Pingjun by Jinwu Mountain bandits is conclusive and irrefutable."
The young man is Zuo Gui.
Among the eight people, he is the one who loves the world the most.
This time, in order to solve the assassination case of Haiping Jun Li Ji, we need to start with the thieves in Jinwu Mountain.
Huang Zonghui asked Zuo Gui to take action.
If you want to deal with people in the Jianghu, you must use the methods of the Jianghu.
In this regard, Zuo Gui is an expert.
Sure enough, once he took action, he achieved extraordinary results.
But now, the political situation is shaken by this.
