◎ "I know who stole your things."◎
For some reason, the girl didn't look very happy when she received such a submissive answer from Pei Ji.
She seemed a little surprised, and was stunned for a moment. After a while, she pursed her lips and said dryly, "You, you know it."
In his extreme rage, Pei Ji did not notice this subtle change.
He pursed his thin lips and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Miss An, why should you be nervous? Pei is definitely not the kind of person who will pester you. Don't worry, Miss An, this matter is known to heaven and earth, you and me, and it will never be known by others, and it will not affect Miss An's "reputation". "
When he mentioned the word "pure reputation", his tone was deliberately emphasized, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes as he stared at the girl.
When the girl heard this, her originally rosy face turned slightly pale.
She understood the implicit meaning of his words.
Pei Ji knew that she and "Fei Yi" had secretly fallen in love, so now, was he mocking her for not having a good reputation?
In the past, the young lady would have been furious, but now she just had a pale face and remained silent.
There were faint sounds of footsteps outside the door. It was the little monk who came to bring them meals in the morning.
An Jiu suddenly reacted, turned around hurriedly, as if he was avoiding something, walked quickly to the door, knocked on the door and shouted: "Is anyone there?"
The young monk asked her through the door, "What's the matter, donor?"
An Jiu said: "I want to see you Buddhist disciples."
The little monk looked at her through the bars on the door, asked nothing, then opened the door and let her out.
When An Jiu walked out the door, she could feel the gaze from behind, fixed on her back, as if it were real.
She never looked back once, let alone looked at him.
Not long after, An Jiu was led by the little monk to meet Fei Chen.
Feichen, who has become the abbot of Wuyin Temple, put on a golden-red cassock. He is no longer the cold and otherworldly celestial being he used to be. There is a hint of sacredness and heaviness around him.
The Bodhi seed could not be found, and the person behind the scenes could not be traced either. He frowned slightly, his expression solemn.
"I wonder what Tan Yue wants to see me about?" Fei Chen looked at An Jiu with a calm gaze.
Among Pei Ji's group, the one Fei Chen was least suspicious of was An Jiu.
He had had a strong premonition since he was a child. Among the three people, the one that gave him the worst feeling was the master and servant. Although there was no evidence to prove it, he always felt that the two were highly suspicious.
However, at this moment, An Jiu told him: "Master Feichen, I know who stole your things."
Feichen's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Do you know? Who is it?"
During the two days they were detained, Fei Chen had actually sent people to monitor the movements in the hall to see if anyone was contacting them.
To his surprise, these people were indeed very well behaved and did not make any small moves.
To this day, Fei Chen couldn't help but start to doubt himself, wondering if he had wronged a good person.
An Jiu shook her head. There was a trace of struggle in her expression. She seemed to be hesitating whether to say it or not. After hesitating for a long time, she finally said: "I... I'm not sure either. I'm just guessing..."
"I know a man who is very skilled in martial arts and always wears a silver mask. He was actually in Wuyin Temple a few days ago..."
When she said this, the girl looked around nervously, as if she was afraid of being heard.
Fei Chen comforted her and said, "Don't worry, Tanyue, there is no one else around. You can tell me everything you know."
An Jiu's tense expression gradually eased, and he looked at him trustfully and said, "Thank you, Master Feichen. I have been holding these words in my heart for a long time. That man saved my life, and we have had dealings since then. Later... I found out that he was doing some bad things..."
The girl hesitated in her words, and although it was difficult for her to speak, she finally revealed everything.
"I don't know if it was him who did it, but I thought about it. He stole the secret manual at the Golden Snake Villa before, and now he's here, it's very likely that he stole your things... Otherwise, why would he never show up and have to hide?"
Perhaps because she had gotten her heart out and let go of the psychological burden, the girl looked more relaxed the more she spoke.
Fei Chen remained silent the whole time, listening carefully to her story about the mysterious masked man. When she finished, he asked, "You said he stole the secret manual of divine skills?"
An Jiu nodded and said, "Yes, I am sure that he has got the secret book."
It is said in the martial arts world that the secret book of magical skills has been snatched away by the Demon Cult. Why is An Jiu so sure that someone else has obtained the secret book of magical skills?
There were many doubts, but Feichen did not ask in detail.
He didn't care about the secret book, but wanted to know the whereabouts of the Bodhi seed. Even though Feichen knew that the Bodhi seed had been stolen, it was basically impossible to find it back. Even if it was found, the internal force sealed inside would definitely be absorbed.
There is not much point in getting it back.
He still wanted to get the Bodhi seed back, not only because the Bodhi seed symbolized the inheritance of Wuyin Temple, but also because that person had snatched the Bodhi seed on the night of his master's passing, disturbing Master Zhenyi's journey to the west, which completely angered Feichen.
Although Feichen has no desires or demands, he is not without temper.
"Can Tan Yue draw what that person looks like?" Fei Chen paused for a moment and asked after getting too little useful information.
Since it has been said, An Jiu didn't hesitate and nodded directly: "Okay."
Feichen took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Anjiu drew the appearance of "Fei Yi" on the paper.
She inherited the memory of her original body, and naturally learned how to paint a picture. After all, in ancient times, women were required to be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although An Jiu was spoiled, she learned a lot since childhood.
A handsome face gradually appeared on the white paper. Fei Chen had naturally never seen it before. Or rather, only An Jiu in this world had seen this face that was specially made for her.
Fei Chen said disappointedly: "I have never seen this person. Let me ask my uncle and the others."
An Jiu suddenly said: "Wait, I'll draw another one for you."
This time, she drew a silver mask on that upright and handsome face. The patterns on the mask were extremely delicate and unique. An Jiu remembered it at a glance and drew it completely.
Fei Chen's pupils shrank, and he blurted out in an instant: "Xian Wu Ming!"
Although Wuyin Temple does not participate in the affairs of the martial arts world, it is not aloof. Wuyin Temple also pays attention to the news circulating in the martial arts world. Every year, the monks who go down the mountain to train in the temple also take it as their responsibility to punish evildoers and eliminate evil.
Fei Chen had heard of the name of Xian Wuming from Qiansha Pavilion a long time ago. Although he had never seen his true appearance, he knew that Xian Wuming would have a silver mask on his face every time he appeared.
It can almost be said that people in the martial arts world recognize Xian Wuming by looking at the silver mask on his face.
Not only Xian Wuming, but all the killers in Qiansha Pavilion also wear masks to hide their true appearance.
They are like bats hiding in the dark, never showing their true faces. They hide in dark corners, spying on the entire world, and taking lives silently.
Even though the Thousand Killings Pavilion claimed that it would never kill anyone by mistake and would only charge money for their lives, the Thousand Killings Pavilion did not have a good reputation in the martial arts world and was considered to be a sect that was both good and evil.
However, in Wuyin Temple's view, this kind of organization that deals in murder is already considered evil.
"Turns out it's him!" Fei Chen looked suddenly enlightened.
"Who is Xian Wuming?" An Jiu asked with pretended curiosity.
Fei Chen then told An Jiu the origin of Xian Wuming. It was also the first time that An Jiu heard someone talk about Xian Wuming. Her previous knowledge of Xian Wuming only came from the brief description in the original book. When she heard it now, the surprise on her face did not seem fake, and Fei Chen did not find anything unusual.
An Jiu was actually very nervous at this moment. Fei Chen was very sensitive to people's emotions, and she was afraid that she would not be able to deceive him.
At this moment, she completely put herself into the identity of her original self "Anjiu", trying her best to immerse herself in the situation and not reveal any flaws.
Fortunately, Feichen was probably also very shocked by this incident, so he didn't notice it at all.
Fei Chen fell into his own thoughts, pinching the Buddhist beads with his fingertips, and said thoughtfully: "The people who broke into the mourning hall that night were all dressed in black, with black faces. When we caught them and interrogated them, they all died of poison. This shows that the theft of the Bodhi seeds may have been done by Qiansha Pavilion."
"What's even more coincidental is that the head of the Qiansha Pavilion, Xian Wuming, is good at using poison... But I don't know why he wants the secret manual of divine skills, and why he took away the Bodhi seed? Could it be that he was originally unable to practice martial arts?"
"No, I've heard from my uncle that Xian Wuming is a martial arts expert and doesn't seem like someone who needs a magic manual or Bodhi seed..."
As a Buddhist disciple of Wuyin Temple, Feichen knew very well that although the Bodhi seed seemed to be a divine object, it actually had its flaws.
The internal force that a Bodhi seed can contain is limited. Otherwise, if it were accumulated from generation to generation, wouldn't every abbot of Wuyin Temple be able to become a peerless master?
Moreover, even if this internal force is absorbed, it will take at most ten years. Moreover, there are cases where the internal force is incompatible, and it is necessary to endure the pain and digest and absorb it bit by bit.
Therefore, for many years, the Bodhi seeds were kept in the Wuyin Temple as the last trump card. If there was any disaster in the temple, they could take it out and fight to the death.
The last time the Bodhi seed was used was when Master Zhenyi fought against the evil ghost face. This time when he succeeded as the host, Feichen did not think of using the Bodhi seed. He was not a person who was eager for quick success and instant benefits. He was more inclined to accumulate internal strength bit by bit by himself.
"If he doesn't need it, then someone else must need it. Xian Wuming stole the divine skills secret manual and snatched the Bodhi seeds all for one person. Who is that person? Is there someone behind Xian Wuming?"
An Jiu listened quietly at the side, trembling with fear and not daring to make a sound.
She didn't expect that Feichen could deduce so many things based on just that little vague information.
Stop pulling it off, stop pulling it off, or your underwear will fall off.
Fei Chen still shook his head and sighed, "I can't figure it out."
He suddenly turned to look at An Jiu, no longer depressed as before, his eyes were clear and bright as he said: "Thank you for telling me the truth, I am very grateful."
The handsome monk bowed towards An Jiu with a sincere look on his face.
An Jiu waved his hands repeatedly and said guiltily: "It's just a small favor, just a small favor."
Fei Chen paused, and then asked: "Can I ask, since Tan Yue has a history with him, why did he tell me this?"
An Jiu deliberately concealed her relationship with "Fei Yi" in her story, and only said that she regarded Fei Yi as her savior, and Fei Chen had no doubts.
An Jiu was slightly startled, then lowered her head, her falling hairband covering her slightly red face. She whispered, "He, he hurt my friend. I am grateful that he saved me, but I cannot help him..."
Although he spoke hesitantly, Feichen's eyes showed understanding.
"I see." His expression softened, and he said softly, "You can leave Wuyin Temple with Dr. Pei and his party today. It is my fault for holding you captive these days. I will compensate you. Where will you go next? I will escort you to safety."
An Jiu's eyes lit up, "Master Feichen is going down the mountain too?"
Fei Chen's face was cold and calm: "Of course I have to go. I will not stop until the Bodhi seed is found."
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