In Gukong Temple, the soldiers and armor are like clouds.

Chu Zhizhou came to find a stinky monk, but he was definitely not alone, or he only brought a few personal guards. Today, unlike in the past, Chu Sanlang had just been killed, and if someone came to kill him, Chu Zhizhou, it would not be surprising at all. Therefore, when he was traveling, he brought three hundred soldiers and fully armed sanitation around the side and surrounded him to Guyun Temple.

When we arrived at Guyun Temple, the soldiers and armor dispersed, surrounding the temple was blocked, and there was a cold light bursting out from swords, guns, swords and halberds.

These weapons and armor are all elite, each with a strong body and life. Among them, the spiritual light on the top is not only strong blood and energy, but also evil spirits.

With more people, the two auras are even louder and are faintly pressing on the air.

Seeing this, the people around him hid far away and hid themselves to peek, thinking that the stinky monk had committed a crime.

Chu Zhizhou took ten personal guards into the temple and saw the stinky monk standing at the inner door, as if he was welcoming them.

Enter the inner courtyard and sit in.

Chu Zhizhou said: "The master is a paradise. You should know the murder of my nephew, right?"

The smelly monk nodded.

Chu Zhizhou's eyes were shining and he was straight to the point: "I am here to find the master, and I would like to ask the master to give me an answer."

The smelly monk smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, I have no answer in my heart."

Chu Zhizhou suddenly rose up: "Then you have visited the scene, what should you know?"

The stinky monk sighed, "There are gods three feet above your head, and there are flying swords to behead them."

"Flying Sword?"

Chu Zhizhou raised his eyebrows and read a lot of books. He had come into contact with such a term in some novels of strange ambitions. He vaguely knew it was some kind of amazing magic weapon. He could spit it out and take the enemy's head from thousands of miles away. It was very magical.

But the novel is a novel. Rumor is a rumor. Chu Zhizhou never took it seriously. After years of clinking, a flying sword appeared out of thin air and cut off his son's head.

When such a mysterious thing happens to your family in a bloody way, you have to believe it if you don’t believe it.

"Master, are you saying that someone uses the flying sword to kill my husband's nephew?"

The stinky monk said, "Not bad."

Chu Zhizhou frowned and asked, "Why?"

The stinky monk smiled even more bitterly: "This is what I can't understand. How could Mr. Chu be a mortal, who is a vulgar man, provokes Fei Jian to take his life? It's really strange."

Generally speaking, a sorcerer who can practice a flying sword must have a great cultivation level. He is enough to become a master of the world.

How could such a character fly over with a sword for no reason and kill Chu Sanlang?

If you say it’s a whim, it’s nonsense. So there must be deep-seated reasons that are unspeakable.

The stinky monk thought for a while and said, "My Lord Chu, according to my opinion, there is something strange about this!"

Zhizhou Chu almost spit out another mouthful of old blood. It was in this situation. The fool knew something was wrong and said immediately: "Master, please think about it carefully. There must be clues left."

The stinky monk sighed: "The flying sword is beheaded, and there is no trace of coming and going. People are either in the city or somewhere thousands of miles away, where can they find it?"

I thought to myself: In Jizhou City, the Great City God was born in Shushan, and the flying sword technique was the most mysterious, and he was considered a suspect. However, even with his toes, he could not have done it.

As the city god of a state, he was bound by jade talismans and ordered to do so, so he could not disturb the people at will, let alone killing people. Especially killing this is the blood relative of the governor, which is of great importance.

Chu Zhizhou's disappointment was unconcealed: "Master, is there really no flaw?"

The stinky monk thought for a while and asked, "Honor Chu has offended someone recently?" He could only start from this aspect and see if he could follow the clues and notice the clues.

You should know all kinds of cause and effect in the world, and there must be a cause if there is a result.

Chu Zhizhou coughed dryly: "I have been spoiled since I was a child, and I can't help but have a bit domineering personality. But he just likes to ride on horseback and run around in the city."

Indeed, these bad deeds are really not a big deal for him. There are countless playboys in the world, and bullying men and women have happened frequently. In comparison, Chu Sanlang's behavior is considered lighter.

Therefore, Chu Zhizhou has always turned a blind eye to Chu Sanlang and never really disciplined him.

The stinky monk asked, "That's all?"

Chu Zhizhou was immediately displeased: "Master, why should I hide my words?"

The stinky monk hurriedly said, "I dare not... but then again, Mr. Chu only moves in the city. According to the principle, it is impossible to offend and provoke the sorcerer... Alas, I really can't imagine it."

Even if Chu Sanlang makes trouble by horses, is arrogant and domineering, offends many people. But those are ordinary people, unarmed and have no courage to kill people, how could they kill Chu Sanlang?

Could it be that some warlocks are unfavorable to the fact that they are heroic and righteous, and are resentful to the common people?

In an instant, the stinky monk thought of this possibility, and the more he thought about it, the more he was. It can be regarded as a warning to think about the previous incident of killing the horse's head - however, after Chu Sanlang was cured by himself, his bad deeds remained unchanged and he rode out again, which led to a death disaster!

By the way, it should be like this.

His thinking further expanded, and even narrowed the scope: Could it be his hand? The number one sword in Shushan has always been a hero and acted in a spirit. The sword flew over, and it really had a bit of his style.

Thinking of this, the stinky monk felt sad: he had been famous for 30 years and could not see him at first, which was extremely regretful...

When Chu Zhizhou observed his words and expressions, he suddenly asked: "Does the master have any clues?"

Hearing the words, the stinky monk said, "I can't imagine." Although he felt that his guess was very reasonable, eight or nine points were close, how could he tell Chu Zhizhou like this?

Chu Zhizhou suddenly became irritable: "Is this unreasonable? It's bright and bright, how can you let you kill someone with a murder? Do you have to kill me too!"

The stinky monk said together: "The sir has the protection of his body with the official spirit, but he is not afraid."

Chu Zhizhou narrowed his eyes and stared at him with a burning heart, suddenly said, "The master's origin is vague, but it's also strange. Why not follow me back to the government office?"

At this moment, he was in a panic and was full of soldiers. He was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger. He actually suspected the smelly monk.

Originally, the appearance of this monk was mysterious, and the timing was sensitive, and he had to doubt it. The most important thing is that the son of Chu Zhizhou died this time!

When the stinky monk heard this, he was very thoughtful and immediately understood, and bowed and said, "Sir, I doubt me?"

Chu Zhizhou said sternly: "Yes, when the facts are not clear, the master should go to the government office for interrogation. Please leave the temple by the left and right!"

As he said that, he took a few steps back first.

Clam!

The guard immediately took out his sword and strode forward.

The stinky monk ignored him and sighed, "It's true that he is destined to be against the times of heaven, so he's so sorry!"

At this time, Chu Zhizhou didn't listen to his words and ordered: "I won't take it down yet!" {Piaotian Wenxue Thanks to all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}
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