Ren Qing froze on the spot, constantly considering the gains and losses in his heart.
There are probably only two pyrotechnics on He Xing Street left, although maybe after they are all wiped out, it will be as if it never happened.
But what if?
If large-scale casualties occur in the Yamen, it is likely that Sanxiang City will be unable to maintain its apparent stability.
With the level of danger in this world, it is impossible for Ren Qing to survive alone, and he will definitely lose the opportunity to develop stably.
Ren Qing erased the writing on the wall.
He knew that he had to inform the jailer about Sibu Zhai in an appropriate way without affecting himself.
Go and inform Secretary Zhao?
No, Secretary Zhao does not have such a big face to guarantee not to reveal the source of the information.
If you contact the jailer directly.
Whether they can be found is another matter, but Ren Qing would not believe this strange situation of memory being modified even if he told the jailer.
It seems that only Song Zong is reliable.
From the description of Shura Technique, it can be seen from the side that the practitioner must have good conduct. Moreover, in the prison, the other party also concealed the fact that Ren Qing mastered the technique.
The most important thing is that Song Zong has no magic skills that can detect the details, otherwise his blind magic would have been noticed at that time.
It can be seen from this that the monk has not reached the ghost realm, and the alienation of the body by some spells is not too obvious.
But here comes the problem. Finding someone in the huge city of Sanxiang is not easy, it's like finding a needle in a haystack.
Ren Qing suddenly had a thought in his mind, and the memory of Shura Dharma came out in his mind.
[The Shura method was created by an unknown ascetic. Its practice requires people born with incomplete arms, and they need to undergo the five major precepts of Buddhism without falling. After completing the practice, they will grow both arms. 】
The unknown ascetic.
The five precepts of Buddhism.
Is it possible that Song Zongwu was either born a monk or was raised by a monk?
Monks have fixed habits every day, such as chanting morning prayers.
Ren Qing glanced at the sun that had just risen. It was not too late now. Maybe he could find Song Zongwu.
According to his understanding, although there are no large Taoist temples or Buddhist temples in Sanxiang City, there are more than a dozen small temples.
No, the Yamen itself has a similar place called Immortal Buddha Temple.
The Immortal Buddha Temple is used to save the dead, and there are indeed statues of gods placed inside, namely Taiyi, the God Who Saves Suffering, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
And no one goes there on weekdays, so it's not easy to be disturbed.
Ren Qing quickly climbed over the wall and trotted towards the Immortal Buddha Temple.
Let’s treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. If we can’t find Song Zongwu, then we can put the running with the bucket on the charter...
In order to arrive as soon as possible, Ren Qing had to speed up, so that the expressions of the passing policemen were a little shocked.
What happened to run so fast? ! !
Not long after, a dilapidated building came into view, and a bronze tripod used to place incense candles could be seen in the open space.
But there wasn't even a soul nearby.
In fact, the role of the Immortal Buddha Temple in the yamen is somewhat awkward.
According to the rules of Sanxiang City, as long as the body of a tragic death is involved, it will be burned and disposed of by the Yamen, so the Immortal Buddha Temple is more likely to be used to comfort the relatives of the deceased.
The yamen can say to the outside world: "Although the body has been burned to ashes, it has also been saved."
Ren Qing felt regret after arriving at the Immortal Buddha Temple.
Spider webs can be seen everywhere on the eaves, and the floor tiles are all broken. How can anyone come here for morning classes?
But now that I'm here, I have to see it before talking about it, and besides, Ren Qing has no choice.
Entering the main hall, two statues of gods stand on the left and right sides of the wall. They are indeed Taiyi God of Suffering and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but they are covered with dust and the gold foil is tattered.
Ren Qing searched around the main hall for a few times, but only saw a dozen spiritual tablets arranged neatly.
The spiritual tablets come from corpses that died tragically recently. A new batch will be replaced about every half month, and the old ones will be given to relatives at home.
He then took a detour to the side hall.
It is said to be a side hall, but its appearance is more like a woodshed.
The dark room smelled of mold and rotten wood. It seemed that it had been abandoned for a long time, and there was nothing else except a statue of a god.
Ren Qing sighed. It seemed that he could only use returning to his hometown as an excuse to stay away from Sanxiang City for the time being, and wait for more than half a month before coming back.
Just as he turned around and walked out of the door, he suddenly felt eyes on him.
Ren Qing looked at the statue with a stiff expression. It was two meters tall and had six eyes and four arms. He was right...
Six blood-red eyes opened, and the majestic momentum pressed down like an entity.
Dust was flying all over the sky.
Ren Qing did not dare to resist at all and fell to the ground.
Song Zongwu calmed down his momentum and asked in a deep voice: "Who is disturbing me?"
Ren Qing couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It took only a short time to completely forget about him, which showed that Song Zongwu really didn't care.
But why are there statues in Buddhist temples? Is it possible that they are trying to understand the state of mind and practice magic?
He quickly explained: "Senior Song, I saw him in the restricted area of Ren Qing's prison."
"I remembered, I was possessed by a strange thing and luckily survived."
Song Zongwu looked Ren Qing up and down, and the latter narrowed his eyes even more, fearing that he would be discovered to have mastered the Eyeless Method of the Half-Corpse Realm.
After a long time, Song Zong Wu Cong jumped down from the Lotus Throne: "Yes, the Human Skin Book follows the path of a skin refiner. Although relying on strange objects to gain entry has limited potential, at least you stick to your heart."
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Ren Qing's back.
He was already prepared to be discovered and mastered the technique. At worst, he would become a prisoner and forcibly escape from the novice stage.
Fortunately, the differences between those with double eyes and those with wolf feet are not obvious.
Ren Qing opened his mouth. He really wanted to ask for information about the human skin book, but there were more important things at this time.
"Senior Song, what do you mean the pyrotechnics on Hexing Street came out of the city?"
"Nothing to do with you."
Song Zongwu was a little unhappy and moved his four arms randomly.
Ren Qing said with a serious expression: "Senior Song, have you ever encountered similar strange objects?"
"If there is contact, the relevant memories will be tampered with, and even the jailer will not be able to detect it."
Song Zongwu didn't speak, his face became more and more gloomy, and then he grabbed Ren Qing and rushed out of the Immortal Buddha Temple.
"Senior Song, you..."
"I have mastered the art of listening. Even if there are lies in the world that can be hidden from me, they are definitely not yours. Let's think about it first."
As soon as Song Zongwu finished speaking, Ren Qing noticed some changes in the information flow.
【Song Zongwu】
[Age: eighty-six]
【Shouyuan: two hundred and fifty-three years】
[Skills: Shura Technique (Four-Armed Yama), Listening Technique (Six-Eyed Prison Breaking)]
【? ? ? 】
[The technique of listening is engraved under the skin of the abdomen of the alien beast, obtained by an unknown ascetic. To practice this method, you need to cut off the five senses of eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and body when you are young, and then cultivate it after realizing the sixth sense. 】
[The Six-Eyed Prison was promoted from the Four-Eyed Peeping]
He really is a fierce brother.
