"I thought it wasn't right before. The monks in this temple didn't look like they were in line with each other. Zhishui became a monk halfway through, and I even crammed for the moment. I didn't know what kind of person they were before. And one more strange thing is that I found that the abbot in this temple treated me coldly. Logically speaking, shouldn't he and the abbot be brothers or masters?"

After hearing Luo Feng's question, Mamian Rakshasa frowned and thought, "We are not clear about the reason why Zen Master Xinjing worshipped the abbot as his master, and it is hard to say. In addition, as far as I know, the abbot of the Qingjing Temple does not seem to be a simple person."

"You mean, he wasn't originally from this temple either?"

"It's hard to say. I only know that the abbot's behavior is very strange. He seems to be like the abbot and the elders in the Sutra Pavilion. He is both old otakus and usually hides in the Main Hall and cannot recite scriptures. I wanted to inquire more, but after the level of the abbot and the abbot, the young monks dare not say more."

"Anyway, the monks in this temple are more strange than the other." Tang Qiaojue next to him concluded.

"If the game really intends to guide us to understand what happened in Qingjing Temple more than ten years ago, why was the name changed to 'Qingjing Temple'? This makes people feel that this seems to be just a plot made up by the game."

"It's not necessarily a fiction." Mama-faced Rakshasa shook his head, "Isn't the number of people in Qingjing Temple exactly 18 people?"

"There are 19 now. Don't forget that there is another foreign 'visitor'." Luo Feng looked at the two people in front of him inexplicably, "If what we are experiencing is really related to the Qingjing Temple back then, then this means..."

"In the end, there is one more person who survives." Tang Qiaojue whispered thoughtfully.

Luo Feng nodded and said, "And there is another question. Since the report that the 18 monks in the temple have all died... does this mean that the brother of Xinjing is the murderer who killed everyone?"

The horse-faced Rakshasa blinked and whispered: "It seems that there are many questions... but I think we'd better not take preconceptions, and the report is not necessarily accurate. Before Zen Master Xinjing's brother talks to him, let's wait and see what's going on."

Luo Feng and the others nodded when they heard this.

"By the way, why do you two want to pry my door just now? If you want to know the information, wouldn't it be more convenient for you to pry the door of the guardian in Tallinn?"

Now, the horse-faced Rakshasa became a little embarrassed. He coughed dryly, deliberately turned his face away, ignoring Luo Feng's eyes.

Seeing the situation, Tang Qiaojue had to help explain with a smile: "Xiao Ma thought that she and I couldn't pass the dungeon, so she wanted to find the two props required by the incident first. It was not easy for us to go in the abbot's room and the Sutra Pavilion. I heard that the abbot was looking for you guys to discuss matters, so..."

Before he could finish his words, Tang Qiaojue shrugged helplessly at Luo Feng who had already understood.

"It's a waste of time."

The horse-faced Rakshasa looked around the simple style of the lecture hall and glanced at the scripture book on the wooden couch.

When he came in just now, "he" also flipped through the scriptures and did not receive any game prompts. It was just an old scripture that looked like it had been a few years ago.

"I guess the lecture hall is a gathering point that the game deliberately opens to our players. The two props we are really looking for may be hidden in the Sutra Pavilion and the abbot's room, or some other place."

"In other words, we have to think about how to open the seals at the door as soon as possible, while continuing to play our role in front of others."

At this time, as soon as the three people in the room finished speaking, a gentle knock on the door sounded at the right time, and a voice of angrily and respect came in from outside the door.

"Master Xinjing, the vegetarian food has been brought back. Do I need me to bring it in directly?"

Hearing the sound, Luo Feng and the other two looked at each other tacitly.

Afterwards, Luo Feng asked Jingnu to put the vegetarian food at the door, and Tang Qiaojue and the others quietly left the lecture hall and returned to the Futu Talin in the back mountain.

The three of them need to stay in their own position in the future, so that people cannot see the flaws. Otherwise, although the female player named "Mama-faced Rakshasa" seemed to think that the game was just a game, Luo Feng and the others knew the severity of the consequences.

Of course, even if they lurked, Luo Feng did not expect that the three of them would really wait until the sun sets.

What is sleeping in the game?

No matter what others think, Luo Feng was in a strange mood when he lay on the wooden couch at night and couldn't even hold on to his eyes at all. It was not until almost the middle of the night that he fell asleep in a daze.

And early the next morning, the incident finally happened.

Someone in the temple died!

The deceased was the monk Jingyi under Luo Feng's sect. He was discovered by Jingqi early this morning. The place of death happened to be on the ground of the courtyard in front of the preaching hall!

Now, this big and small temple was completely alarmed.

Several monks in gray quickly protected the scene. The abbot, monk Zhishui, men in black, and even the forest guards living in the back mountain all ran over.

"The deceased had only one wound on his body, and his technique was very neat. He inserted it from the neck with a knife and directly cut off the carotid artery. He died of bleeding."

The man in black wearing gloves squatted on the ground for a while and looked at the body, then looked at the large pool of blood on the ground in the yard that had not yet dried up, and looked up at the sun, "According to the current climate and the degree of blood coagulation, it is estimated that he has been dead for a few hours. Someone killed him here in the early morning."

In the crowd, Tang Qiaojue and the others seemed to be hunching their heads, but in fact they both handed a questioning look to Luo Feng, who was first agitated. Luo Feng frowned and shook his head secretly at them, indicating that he didn't know about this matter.

"Mirror of Heart."

Sure enough, the man in black took off his gloves and stood up and took the lead in pointing his finger at him.

"It happened outside your room, didn't you hear anything while you were sleeping?"

Without waiting for Luo Feng's answer, Jingnu, who was standing beside him, stood up first and said: "There is indeed no movement. I also live in the nearby wing room. Jingyi's room is still next to me, but I didn't hear anything in the early morning."

When Jingnu said this, many people present couldn't help but frown secretly.

It’s one thing to be killed by someone? Didn’t Jingyi think about asking for help before being killed by someone? You know, whether it was Luo Feng or Jing Nu, their rooms were not far away, and it was strange that the murderer chose to take action here.

unless……

"Before Jingyi was killed, he should be in a coma."
Chapter completed!