The lost Wang Yi walked into the yard. Countless people heard Wang Yi's shouts, but no one dared to come out to comfort him. Because Lu Zhong gave the order, everyone would forget what happened tonight, and unanimously said that it was interrogation of the prisoner.

Qin Keqing walked out when Wang Yi walked into the yard, holding a piece of his own clothes in his hand and putting them on Wang Yi. Now the weather is getting cooler and at night, he needs to wear a coat.

Wang Yi looked at Qin Keqing who was so close to him, and was still thinking about whether to tell her what she knew. However, when Qin Keqing put his clothes on Wang Yi, Wang Yi made up his mind not to tell Qin Keqing the truth.

Wang Yi always felt that things were not as simple as Lu Zhong said. Besides, one person knew about such things would be safer. Wang Yi could not imagine what those behind Qin Keqing would do after Qin Keqing.

Similarly, Wang Yi did not ask about Qin Keqing's relationship with the Qin family after all, because Wang Yi didn't want to ask anymore. The truth about the Youzhou case alone made Wang Yi exhausted.

Wang Yi lowered his head and walked towards his nest like an old dog. The young man had never been so discouraged.

When passing by Qin Keqing, Wang Yi did not stop. Not far away, Lu Zhong stood there and sighed softly, "Some things must be known sooner or later."

Qin Keqing, who was standing beside him, looked at Wang Yi's departure, looked at Wang Yi's appearance, covered his heart, and felt inexplicably painful.

The next day, the fallen leaves on the street left the nourishment of the big trees and fell on the ground with the autumn wind.

In Chang'an City, countless people began to walk towards the palace. Today was a good day and something big happened.

Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism.

The three families gathered in Chang'an City and sat down to discuss the truth.

In front of the imperial palace in Chang'an City, a huge platform appeared on the street that was clearly empty last night. Near the platform, a large number of officers and soldiers were guarding it.

In the National Master’s Mansion in Chang'an City, a young man walked out of the National Master’s Mansion and headed towards the palace under the eyes of countless people.

At Jiming Temple, Master Jie Chen smiled and said goodbye, leaving, and went to the palace alone. Behind him, everyone in Jiming Temple chanted the Buddha's name silently and watched the old man leave.

In a Confucian orthodox ancestral hall, there is an old man in Confucian shirt holding a book in his hand. He looked back at the saintly teacher's image, bent down and bowed, and then walked out of the ancestral hall and walked out of the academy. Along the way, countless students bent down and bowed to respect the gentleman.

In the palace, the Emperor Ming held Yang Guifei's jade hand and sat on the dragon chariot together, preparing to go to watch the debate of the three religions.

The Jinyiwei, the Imperial Heavenly Supervisor, the Dali Temple, the Imperial Guard, and countless spies were dispatched at the same time to ensure the smooth progress of the debate.

Countless people from the world came, either hiding in the crowd or standing tall. They did not want to miss this rare event in a century.

Under the leadership of Lu Zhong, the Jinyiwei and his group of people worked together with the Imperial Guard to station the huge platform in front of the palace early.

Under the exclamation of everyone, a group of Taoists slowly walked towards the east of Chang'an City. The person in charge was the little Tianshi Master of Longhu Mountain. The Tianshi Master's Immortal Sword with his left hand and the magic seal with his right hand, just like a heavenly man who came to the world. To the west, Jie Chen silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, and countless lotus flowers appeared. The old monk walked around the world step by step. To the south, Song Jinmo, alone, stood between heaven and earth, without fear.

Wang Yi woke up very late today. Lu Zhong's words yesterday made Wang Yi fall asleep when it was dawn. Lu Zhong, who knew the reason, did not wake up Wang Yi and let him rest before leaving today.

After getting dressed, Wang Yi walked in his room. The Jinyiwei Courtyard was rare today. The courtyard, which had been busy for a long time, was empty at this time.

Wang Yi walked down the steps and wanted to find the remaining people. He asked where the Jinyiwei people had gone. Then an Jinyiwei came and explained to Wang Yi. Wang Yi nodded and signaled that he knew the reason. Seeing this, the person who came here said goodbye and left.

Wang Yi, who felt a little hungry in his stomach, thought that he hadn't eaten the buns from the house on the corner of the street for a long time, then pushed open the door and was about to walk out of the yard, but found a note on the stone outside the door.

A little curious Wang Yi looked around. Except for the merchants setting up stalls on the street and the guests passing by, there were no abnormalities, and they were all familiar people.

Wang Yi opened the note, and the familiar handwriting was written on it: Wang Yi, I found clues about the Youzhou case back then, Gao Lishi, remember, Gao Lishi around the emperor knew everything.

The handwriting is from Wu Qi. The one who also came from Youzhou and came to Chang'an City with him. They once made an agreement to enter Chang'an and not contact each other until the last moment.

So the arrival of this note illustrates a problem. Wu Qi is dead, and only in this way can Wu Qi contact Wang Yi and send the final information out.

Wang Yi's hands began to tremble and went crazy, and walked into the imperial prison because only the people left behind were there.

When everyone saw Wang Yi coming in, they were about to salute when they saw Wang Yi with blood-red eyes grabbing a person's neck and shouting: "Have anyone ever been to Jinyiwei this morning?"

The person who was caught was flushed and grabbed Wang Yi's hand with both hands, and said hoarsely: "Master, a person covered in blood knocked on the door in the morning, but there were several people from the palace not far away. The Jinyiwei went out to maintain the debate of the Three Sects. When he found out, the man had been captured by the people in the palace."

After hearing the news, Wang Yi left the man and ran to the streets of Ziwu Lane in an instant, calming his heart.

Qing asked to the tea stall owner: "Boss, someone took someone away in front of my door in the morning, but I know where the person was taken."

The owner of the tea stall was working in front of the Jinyiwei gate, so he naturally understood who this school was. "Sir, don't ask, don't say."

Wang Yi is just thinking about saving Wu Qi now, so he doesn't care about these things.

Wang Yi put his hands on the table, pulled him closer to the boss, and looked straight at the boss, "Boss, that person is my friend, please let me know."

When the boss saw Wang Yi's eyes begging, he sighed softly, "Sir, don't think about it. I don't want to die, nor do I want to die in vain. I have been here for many years and have seen many people. Before entering your courtyard, they shouted to wait for them to come out and ask you Jinyiwei to do so. But later, their grave grass may have grown."

The boss began to slowly clean up the fines and took a look at the only two guests on the tea stall. He was a little reluctant to leave. The place where he had lived for many years was about to leave.

"Sir, I will listen to the next advice. Don't ask about the matter today. I'm leaving too. Fortunately, I only saw that group of people in the morning, but I don't know where they came from. But I think it's not a simple person, so I'm rushing to catch people in Ziwu Lane."

Wang Yi saw the boss who walked out of the tea stall blocking his way out, "Sorry, boss, but you can't leave. If you leave, you will die. They dare not touch you in Ziwu Lane."

The boss was a little surprised. The boss, who didn't want to leave, was at a loss for a moment and stood there in a daze.

Wang Yi bowed deeply, "Boss, please stay."

The boss hurriedly helped Wang Yi up, and there was no reason why the officials bowed and apologized to the people, and they shouldn't have it.

"well."

The boss who said two good words in a row smiled happily, "In the future, as long as the brothers of the Jinyiwei come to my place to have tea, they will not be paid."

But Wang Yi, who was still worried about Wu Qi, had no intention of paying attention to the boss. He just didn't want anyone to die, and he didn't want someone to die because of him again.

That's wrong, that's not good.

Wang Yi walked to the intersection of Ziwu Lane. The surrounding streets were well connected, but there was no one. Everyone went to see today's dispute between the Three Deeds.

But at the intersection of the street, a carriage parked there, as if waiting for Wang Yi.

A small head was poked out from the carriage. Wu Yong, the man with the same surname as Wu Qi, also from Youzhou.

Wang Yi stood there and did not step forward because Wu Yong was wearing the exclusive clothing of the Twelve Prisons of the Palace and the Dahong eunuchs.

On the streets of Ziwu Lane, two young men from Youzhou City met again after the destruction of the temple.

Just two people were missing.
Chapter completed!