The young monk recognized this person, knowing that he was a master of the Pure Heaven Bureau stationed in Chaonan City. He stood up and pressed his palms together in greeting.
This middle-aged man was Shi Fengchen, an important figure in the Pure Heaven Bureau. He was in charge of the affairs related to the Cultivation world in Chaonan City.
Shi Fengchen returned the greeting to the young monk and then turned to the old monk, saying respectfully, "Greetings, Master."
Most of the officials of the Pure Heaven Bureau were Cultivation practitioners or had a Cultivation background, and Shi Fengchen was no exception.
According to the seniority in the sect, he should address this old monk as Martial Granduncle. However, he was an official after all, so it was rather inconvenient for him to address the other party as Master.
The old monk said warmly, "I wonder what business Lord Shi has come here for?"
Shi Fengchen said with a bitter smile, "I'd like to inform you that two incidents have happened in Chaonan City today; one is the intrusion of the city gate, and the other is the murder; both were done by Cultivation practitioners."
Puzzled, the old monk asked, "Does this have something to do with us?"
The door of the temple was closed, so the conversation could not be heard by others. Shi Fengchen said directly, "The people of the Sect of Three are dead."
The young monk was shocked and looked at the old monk.
Shi Fengchen continued, "They are the ones who wanted the Sedative Icy Pills in the Precious-Tree House."
A look of pity appeared on the old monk's face as he said, "Where are the bodies of our fellow cultivators? This old monk wishes to recite the Reincarnation Scripture to send you off. "
Shi Fengchen said with a bitter smile, "The corpses have all been burned to ashes. The murderer is very cruel."
The old monk said, "Are you suspecting me and Martial Nephew?"
"What are you talking about?"
Shi Fengchen pretended to be displeased and said, "Who in the world dares to doubt the Bhadanta of the Guocheng Temple?"
The young monk thought to himself, if it wasn't for the matter of the Sedative Icy Flakes and the deaths of the people of the Three Capitals Sect, why would you come looking for us?
"In the end, the Sedative Ice Tablets were obtained by the two people in the Mysterious Room B."
Shi Fengchen looked at the young monk and asked sincerely, "Little Master, do you know the background of those two?"
The young monk's expression turned solemn. Thinking of the killing intent hidden in the sword light that delivered the medicine into the temple, he had already guessed the truth of the matter.
At that moment, the old monk suddenly said, "Are there two people?"
"That's right. The two of them were masked with grey cloths. Even the manager of the Precious-Tree House couldn't see their faces."
Still looking at the young monk, Shi Fengchen said with a smile, "I wonder if the young master has seen them."
By now, the young monk had already determined that the person who delivered the medicine to the killer was a fellow Daoist from Aoyama Sect. Of course, he was not willing to say it, but as a monk …
"I can't say," the old monk suddenly said.
Shi Fengchen was startled, wondering if this was a trick.
The young monk swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and looked at his Uncle-Master uneasily.
He suddenly realized that the box containing the Sedative Icy Tablets had disappeared. He didn't know where Martial Uncle had hidden it.
"It's a sin, a sin."
The old monk glanced at the young monk and then turned to Shi Fengchen, saying, "My Martial Nephew is practicing the Silent Meditation."
Shi Fengchen pretended to be enlightened.
"We really don't know who those two people are."
The old monk said, "I'm sorry, I can't provide you with any clues."
Shi Fengchen let out a bitter smile. He knew there was a problem, but he didn't dare ask further. He bowed deeply to the ground and walked out of the temple gate.
As the noises outside the temple died down, the young monk let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.
The old monk sighed, "I hope this matter won't bring you any trouble."
The young monk wanted to say something, but he remembered what his Senior Master had instructed him to do, so he closed his mouth and mumbled anxiously.
The old monk understood what he meant, saying, "You should practice the Silent Meditation first. We'll talk about it when we leave Chaonan City."
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It was late at night. The Hongmao House was closed.
In the Heavenly Room A of an inn not far away, Zhao Layue sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating and recuperating. The Thoughtless Sword hovered above her head, rotating slowly.
Jing Jiu had already arrived outside Chaonan City, walking to the middle section of the Heavenly Bridge, which was also the highest part of the bridge.
The starlight illuminated the river. The torrential flow of the river didn't slow down, making it look even more dangerous.
Jing Jiu retrieved his Piercing Discernment and jumped into the river, creating a splash on the surface of the river, but soon disappearing without attracting any attention.
The river was extremely muddy, and it was late at night, so nothing could be seen, but it couldn't block Jing Jiu's vision.
After swimming in the rapid and cold water for a long time, Jing Jiu came to a remote corner in the deep end of the broken cliff in the middle of the river.
The river here had become much smoother, but the pressure was still great, and it was extremely cold. Even a swordsman of the Undefeated State couldn't stay here for too long. If it weren't for his special body, he wouldn't have been able to dive to such a deep place and find the Dace Devil.
The Dace Devil was dead.
The Dace Devil was huge, its body as high as a three-story building, its front feet like fins, its skin smooth and gloomy. It was embedded in the deep end of the broken cliff, blending in with the surroundings like a common rock. It was indeed hard to find. That was why the disciples of the Aoyama Sect couldn't find the corpse.
Jing Jiu drifted to the front of the Dace Devil and found that its neck and head were full of sword wounds. Its eyes were closed, and the green blood stains were not washed away by the river. It seemed that the wounds were caused by the flying swords of the disciples of the Aoyama Sect, and the wounds on its eyes seemed to be caused by some kind of Magic Method.
"It's indeed being fed by someone."
Jing Jiu's gaze fell on the two iron chains, thinking in silence.
The two iron chains bound the back half of the Dace Devil tightly, and the other end should be in the deep end of the cliff cave.
Swimming in the dark river, Jing Jiu circled the huge body of the Dace Devil, but he didn't find anything except for the sword wounds.
He untied the iron sword and thrust it toward the head of the Dace Devil; unexpectedly, the tip of the sword slipped and deviated from its target.
It was indeed a legendary demon that came from the Abyss and swam across the West Ocean. Even though it was dead, its skin was still as hard as steel, which couldn't be cut by an ordinary flying sword.
Jing Jiu's iron sword came from Immortal Master Mo of Shiyue Peak. Though it wasn't a famous sword, it was still extraordinary, but it wasn't sharp enough.
The dark river water was vibrating slightly. If someone could listen underwater, they would be able to hear the buzzing of bees, which was the trembling of the silver bracelet on Jing Jiu's wrist.
Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to it. He drifted to the front of the Dace Devil and put his right hand down.
A straight and clear crack appeared on the tough skin of the Dace Devil, and then the crack became wider and wider until the inner membrane and cartilage could be seen.
Pah!!! Jing Jiu tore open the cartilage on the top of the Dace Devil's head with both hands.
Looking at the empty pill chamber above the Dace Devil's head, Jing Jiu thought that the Devil Pill was indeed gone.
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