Chapter 142 Spying

The crowd searched the area in the back mountain for a long time, but found nothing else.

It was getting dark soon, and Yingfeng sent all the monks who were brought here back to the temple.

Huijing was locked up alone in a meditation room.

The old abbot was full of shame, "Your Majesty, I didn't know that there was a murderer in the temple. Please forgive me. If it is convenient, please allow me to talk to Huijing."

Ling Fengxun nodded slightly: "Since the abbot is willing, let's go."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The old abbot turned and left. An Yunxi stared at his back, looking at the hunched old man, a little absent-minded.

"Your Highness, the old imperial teacher is also a martial artist. Although no one has seen him take action in all these years, the rope in his hand cannot fool anyone."

Ling Fengxun chuckled.

"These people are all suspects. Let's test them one by one tonight."

An Yunxi nodded: "Okay, I also want to know why the murderer dare not come forward."

He said that he would not be held responsible, but he did not admit it. It can be seen that there is another hidden story.

This Liangshan Temple is too big. She still doesn't know where the young body of her third brother was buried. It is destined that she will not find it today.

It was already dark, and Ling Fengxun and An Yunxi returned to the room arranged for them by the monks in the temple.

The room in the temple is very simple, and you can see through it at a glance. There is only a hard bed that is not very comfortable.

Ling Fengxun had the quilts and items he brought laid out. When he felt the bed was soft, he said with satisfaction: "Xiao Xier, have a good sleep first. After you wake up, you can catch the murderer."

Seeing that it was just getting dark, An Yunxi blinked slightly, with a slightly puzzled tone.

"Prince, so early?"

Ling Fengxun pulled her to sit on the bed, "Lie down well, be obedient, and conserve your energy first. "

Seeing that Ling Fengxun looked serious, An Yunxi could only lie down obediently. She originally thought that she would not fall asleep, but perhaps because the meditation room was too quiet and she could only hear Ling Fengxun's breathing, she fell into a dream very quickly.

I don't know how long it took.

An Yunxi was awakened by a chaotic noise.

She rubbed her eyes, then slowly stood up from the bed, looking at the room in the dim candlelight.

In the room, Ling Fengyan was sitting on a chair next to her, quietly watching over An Yunxi.

Seeing that she had woken up, he immediately got up and came to the bed, then reached out and touched her head.

"What's wrong? Did I disturb you?"

His voice was very gentle.

His phoenix eyes were full of concern, and he was not in a hurry, as if no matter how chaotic the outside world was, it had nothing to do with him.

An Yunxi's mind was clear at this time. She rubbed her eyebrows and said, "Prince, what happened outside?"

Ling Fengyan held her shoulders and glanced out the open window.

There was fire outside, and shouts of killing were everywhere. It was obvious that the fight was already fierce.

Ling Fengxun narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of sneer.

"Bandits suddenly broke into Liangshan Temple and are killing people everywhere."

"Bandits?"

An Yunxi suddenly widened her eyes, now completely sober. She sat up and put on her shoes: "How many bandits are there? Are the guards that the prince brought enough?"

"Yes, Yingfeng brought a lot of troops with him before, and the second prince is leading a team to eliminate the bandits."

An Yunxi pursed her lips and suddenly thought of something.

"Are they really bandits?"

Ling Fengxun sneered, gently held her hand and said, "No, these people are well-armed. Ordinary bandits don't have the ability to get so many weapons. They are the elite imperial guards of the emperor."

"The emperor wants to surround and kill the prince in Liangshan Temple!"

An Yunxi understood.

After learning the truth, she couldn't sit still.

However, Ling Fengxun, who had already known the truth, was calm and not nervous at all.

"Don't be afraid, with me here, these bandits are nothing to be afraid of. It's just right to use these people's cover to find out who the murderer is."

After saying this, Ling Fengxun looked out the window.

There was a bit of unclear meaning in his eyes.

Yingfeng and his companions took advantage of the night to arrive at the door of the meditation room where the old abbot and Huijing were.

He made a gesture to the other two, and then the three of them immediately broke in through the window.

The two people who were meditating in the room opened their eyes almost at the same time.

Although they did not leave the room, the noise outside was too loud, and they naturally knew that something big had happened in the temple. Seeing someone rushing over with a sword outside, Huijing took action immediately without any hesitation.

"Abbot, be careful!"

Huijing reminded. As a martial monk, he stood in the front and directly blocked the two shadow guards.

The people Yingfeng brought were also top-notch masters among the shadow guards, but Huijing was able to fight back and forth with the two men.

Yingfeng quietly hid in the darkness, observing Huijing's movements and moves. The more he looked at

her, the more he thought she was the murderer. Because the wounds on the bodies looked like they were caused by some moves Huijing used.

He looked at the old abbot behind him. The old abbot was still sitting on the cushion and chanting Buddhist scriptures. He had no intention of intervening in the fight. It seemed that if Huijing couldn't hold on, he would die with him

. Yingfeng raised his eyebrows, and then a stone flew out of his hand.

Huijing, who was already barely holding on in front of the two masters, was hit on the leg, and his knees bent instantly, with scars on his upper body.

The two shadow guards saw the opportunity and immediately took action, holding Huijing's shoulders and suddenly pressing him to the ground, then took out the dagger, aimed at his neck and was about to stab it.

The old abbot, who had his eyes closed, finally moved.

He shouted, "Stop it. I can give you whatever you want. Don't kill anyone!"

Yingfeng suddenly came out from the corner.

Then he approached the old abbot holding a long sword.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then stabbed without saying a word.

As a result, the old abbot did not move at all, staring blankly at the approaching sword, watching the sword about to pierce his neck.

But at this critical moment, Yingfeng suddenly had a creepy feeling. His many years of career as a shadow guard gave him a strong premonition of crisis. He rolled on the ground almost reflexively, and got up from the ground in a very wolfish posture.

When he came to his senses, he found that there was another person in the room without knowing when.

He was standing in front of the old national teacher. Huijing had also escaped from danger. The two secret guards he brought with him were unexpectedly knocked out in an instant, hitting the wall and falling into a coma.

This scene made Yingfeng's pupils shrink slightly.

The man was wearing a black robe and a black hat. His face could not be seen, and even his figure was vague and not very real. If this person was not very tall, it would be unclear whether he was a man or a woman.

The old abbot chanted a Buddhist name: "Amitabha, good, good, I beg you to leave this place and do not anger this child. This child has a murderous heart. If you let a few people die here, it will be a sin."