Chapter 141 Who is the real murderer? Ling

Fengyan looked sideways, his face extremely cold and serious: "Speak."

Yingfeng began to explain all the situations found out in front of everyone.

"The cause of death of those corpses was that they were all stabbed to death with swords. The weapons were the same, and the depth of the stabs was almost the same. From this, it can be seen that the murderer must be a master of swords."

An Yunxi heard this and said to the guards beside him: "Check if they have old coils left by holding swords in their hands."

"Yes, Princess."

A guard strode over and asked everyone to stretch out their hands.

After this round of investigation, at least ten people were directly eliminated, and the remaining ones were all monks.

These people can use swords, swords, sticks, and clubs, and their palms are all covered with thick coils.

Among them, the old abbot was also among them.

An Yunxi looked at the old abbot with scrutiny, but the old abbot's face was very calm, and there was no abnormality at all.

After the investigation, Yingfeng said again: "These people are not ordinary people. Their bones are extremely tough. They must have practiced martial arts when they were alive, and their martial arts skills are not weak. Although the time of death is different, among these eight bodies, five died 20 years ago, two died five years ago, and the last one died last year."

Lingfengxun pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Since they are not ordinary people, it means that their identities and origins are not simple. Have you found any clues?"

"Yes."

Yingfeng suddenly handed something to Lingfengxun.

Lingfengxun raised his hand to take it and took a look.

An Yunxi was standing nearby, so naturally the shape and style of the thing also caught her eye.

She saw a delicate copper plate lying on the tray, rusty and covered with some strange patterns. Ying Feng lowered his eyes and explained.

"This token is the token of the royal guards of Southern Qi."

An Yunxi's pupils suddenly contracted.

She stared at the token in a trance.

Seeing her like this, Ling Fengxun knew what she was thinking.

"Xiao Xier, do you think these people are likely to be the ones who killed your third brother?"

An Yunxi nodded.

She bit her lip and then said, "This also shows that the group of people from Nanqi did hide in Liangshan Temple, but I don't know what happened at that time. They were killed and buried here."

Ling Fengxun heard this and his eyes looking at the monks were no longer aggressive.

If the murderer was not an ordinary person, but a secret guard of Nanqi, then it would not be a crime, but a merit.

However, there is one thing to confirm the identity of the murderer, whether he is from Beiling.

"The identity of these corpses is related to the secret agents of Nanqi. If the person who took the initiative to stand up, not only will he not be at fault, but he will also be meritorious. Come out."

Ling Fengxun's voice was low, and his eyes were fixed on the six people.

But none of the six monks came forward, all of them showed confused expressions, and some even looked at each other.

"If he doesn't come out, it means that his identity is also questionable. He is probably one of the Nanqi guards who invaded Beiling Kingdom."

Ling Fengxun narrowed his eyes, his eyes became colder: "Do you need me to take you back to the cell and interrogate you one by one?"

One of the monks couldn't bear such great pressure and suddenly stood up.

"Your Highness, if the murderer committed the crime 20 years ago, I have some guesses about his identity!"

Ling Fengxun raised his eyes: "Speak."

The monk turned his head and glanced at the young monk who was only about 30 years old standing next to the old abbot.

"He came to Liangshan Temple to become a monk 20 years ago, just when the murder happened. Moreover, Huijing is a skilled martial artist, and he used a long sword!"

Upon hearing this, all the other monks, except the old abbot, stepped back and stayed away from the man.

The old abbot frowned slightly, then turned to face the young monk who was pointed out.

"Huijing, did you kill all these people?"

Huijing immediately saluted the old abbot.

"Abbot, it was not my fault."

The old abbot showed a hint of anger on his face.

"Huijing, you have been a monk in Liangshan Temple for more than 20 years. You should know that monks cannot lie."

"I did not lie. Please understand, Abbot."

Huijing was calm and indifferent, and saluted the old abbot respectfully.

But he refused to admit it no matter what.

An Yunxi and Ling Fengxun looked at each other. This man was indeed too suspicious.

Yingfeng immediately walked up to Huijing and started to question him.

"Where were you from before you became a monk?"

Huijing answered seriously, "Before I became a monk, I was from Lijia Village, Lin'an County, near Liangshan Temple. But when I became a monk, my parents had already died and I had no relatives."

"Does that mean that no one can prove your identity?"

Huijing lowered his head. His face looked very ordinary, but he had a strong aura.

He was also very strong and was a martial monk with outstanding martial arts in Liangshan Temple.

Now he is a young elder who leads a line of martial monks.

Huijing smiled bitterly: "If I had a home to return to and a place to go, I wouldn't have become a monk."

Yingfeng was stunned when he heard this.

This is indeed true .

An Yunxi stepped in front of the other party and said seriously: "You really didn't kill these people? If you admit it, I can guarantee that you will not die."

She wanted to know the whereabouts of her third brother now.

Even if it was a corpse.

If the monk in front of him killed the Nanqi spy who infiltrated Liangshan Temple, he would definitely be able to understand what happened twenty years ago.

Huijing shook his head and said: "I will not lie, and I am a monk and cannot kill."

He lowered his head and became silent.

The clues seemed to be cut off here.

There was no direct evidence to prove that Huijing was the murderer, and she could not do anything to Huijing.

Torture interrogation was used on those who had been convicted.

An Yunxi rubbed her brows, and now everything seemed to be at a stalemate.

Ling Fengxun suddenly walked over from behind her, and gently pulled her arm.

A faint smile appeared on that handsome face.

His phoenix eyes flashed a dark light, and then he whispered in An Yunxi's ear: "Xiao Xier, be patient, I have a way to find out who the murderer is."

An Yunxi only felt that the mountain that was suppressing her heart seemed to have been removed by someone. She raised her head and looked at Ling Fengxun, her eyes flashing with light.

"Prince, tell me, what is the solution?"

He lowered his head again and put his thin lips against An Yunxi's ear.

The warm breath spread on her cheeks, making her feel a little itchy.

However, An Yunxi still listened to the plan that Ling Fengxun whispered to her.

Her eyes widened, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

"Does the prince really intend to do this?"

Ling Fengxun put his fingers on An Yunxi's lips, and his slender white knuckles made her red lips look charming and juicy.

"Xiao Xier, just watch the show tonight"