"Mr. Zhang, is there any problem?"

Mu Feng said in confusion.

"Does there be many people who come to burn incense in your Qinglong Temple?"

Zhang Xiaobei asked.

"How is it possible? There are fewer and fewer people burning incense now. Sometimes there are only a few at most a day. After all, we are on the edge of the suburbs, and the roads are not smooth and have not been developed. Few people in the city are willing to go so far to Qinglongguan to burn incense. They are usually ordinary people in nearby villages and towns!"

Mu Feng shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"Oh? Is that?"

Zhang Xiaobei raised his eyebrows slightly, pointed at the shoe prints on the steps, and said in confusion: "Why are there so many shoe prints here?"

Although it had just rained.

In addition, most of the mountain roads are dirt.

So it is normal to have some shoe prints on the steps.

According to Mu Feng.

There are only a few people who burn incense a day at most.

But the shoe prints here are of different sizes and patterns.

There are at least dozens of them.

This is not something that a few people can step on!

"Hey! Yes, when I went down the mountain, I didn't have so many shoe prints!"

After Zhang Xiaobei pointed this, Mu Feng also noticed something strange.

"That means that these people went up the mountain after you went down the mountain, and there were quite a few people!"

Zhang Xiaobei narrowed his eyes and analyzed.

"Yeah, I guess the villagers in the nearby villages had something to do, so they came to the mountain to burn incense together. There have been several times before, such as the village's wedding, funeral, or the students in the village are going to take the college entrance examination, they will go up the mountain to burn incense and pray, seeking God's blessing!"

Mu Feng guessed.

"Is that true? I hope I'm over-thinking!"

Zhang Xiaobei nodded thoughtfully.

He didn't know why.

There is always a vague premonition in my heart.

But Mu Feng said so.

He didn't want to say anything more, so he continued to go up the mountain with Mu Feng.

soon.

The two of them came to the middle of the mountain.

However.

A scene in front of you.

But it made the two of them stunned.

I saw the gate of Qinglong Temple.

It has been bombarded into pieces.

Flying everywhere.

There were blood everywhere on the ground!

See this.

Mu Feng's face suddenly changed and he shouted: "Master!"

Then he rushed towards the Qinglong Temple regardless of everything.

"careful!"

Zhang Xiaobei frowned and hurriedly followed.

As soon as I entered Qinglong Temple.

A strong smell of blood came to my nose.

The yard was full of blood.

Look closely.

I saw more than a dozen corpses lying in the yard.

The deaths of these corpses are very tragic.

Not even the whole body.

Or they were directly blown away.

Or it is missing arms and legs.

And they were all wearing uniform black Taoist robes.

"Senior Brother Bai, Senior Brother Zhou, Junior Brother Liu..."

Looking at the corpses.

Mu Feng collapsed on the spot, his legs weakened, he fell to the ground, and tears poured out like spring water.

Obviously.

All of these dead people are his brothers!

There are even many.

Before going down the mountain, he even said hello and chatted.

But how could I think?

Come back this trip.

It is directly separated by yin and yang.

That kind of blow is so heavy!

Zhang Xiaobei walked up to take a look and found Taoist Qingfeng's body.

After all, for the body shape of Taoist Qingfeng.

He still has some impression.

It shouldn't be in it.

And these dead bodies.

Still keeping his head.

His eyes were wide open, and his face was filled with pain.

Obviously.

Before his death, he suffered inhuman torture.

And their injuries were all killed with one move after being tortured.

It should be that they all died at the hands of the strong!

only.

What kind of strong man is it?

Would you choose to attack such a small Taoist temple far away from the mountains?

Is it a revenge?

It's unlikely!

With Taoist Qingfeng's character, he should not provoke any enemies, right?

So who did this?

Zhang Xiaobei became less and less clear than he thought about it, so he had to come to Mu Feng, pat Mu Feng's shoulder, and comforted him: "Ji'm sorry, people cannot be resurrected when they die. Now, living people are the most important. I just looked at it. There is no body of your master here, which means he should still be alive. If he saves it in time, he might be able to save his life!"

"Really? My master is still alive?"

Mu Feng was stunned and a glimmer of hope rose in his eyes.

"That's right, so I need you to help me recall what enemies do you Qinglong Temple or your master have on weekdays? We also have a direction to save people!"

Zhang Xiaobei nodded and said.

"No, my master and our Qinglong Temple are all relatively low-key. They hardly go down the mountain on weekdays, so how could there be enemies?"

Mu Feng shook his head.

"Do you have no enemies?"

Zhang Xiaobei frowned.

Since there are no enemies.

Who would have nothing to do when you are full and die?

And just when Zhang Xiaobei was puzzled.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!