Chapter 486 Cheating Players

Ningma pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "The murderer interrupted the child's heart pulse through the air, leaving no trace on his skin. A poor monk cannot prove his innocence."

Qin Yao: "I have a way to help Master clear away the suspicion. It depends on whether you are willing."

"What can be done?" Ningma asked.

"Search!" Qin Yao said word by word.

Ningma frowned and shouted: "The soul-searching technique is against morality and is a forbidden technique. You actually know this kind of magic?"

Qin Yao looked calm and said: "There is no good or evil in skills, only talents have good or evil."

"absurd."

Ningma said: "These words are purely excusing. There is no good or evil in magic. How can magic power affect people's minds and make people feel heartless?"

Qin Yao: "Isn't it a matter of course that I forcefully practice a skill that I can't control, and then it backfires on me? How can I blame the skill?"

"Strong words!" Ningma said.

Qin Yao chuckled: "In other words, you don't agree with using this method to clear your name, right?"

"Of course I don't agree." Ningma said: "As a Buddhist cultivator, how can I encourage the arrogance of demonic power?"

Qin Yao shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Then we have no choice but to ask the master to come with us."

Ningma: "I can't go with you, I want to investigate this matter."

Qin Yao drew out the God-Beheading Sword with his backhand and said solemnly: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you get what you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Xiaofang, Athena, the red and white demons, Xiao Wenjun...

People, gods, and ghosts formed a circle, surrounding Ningma.

Ningma frowned, raised his right arm, and struck Qin Yao with a palm in the air.

Qin Yao raised his left hand and responded with Arhat Palm. Two golden palm prints collided in mid-air and exploded.

"Arhat Palm...are you a Buddhist cultivator?" Ningma said in astonishment.

Qin Yao shook his head: "Buddha is Tao, and I am a Taoist."

After this palm duel, Ningma gave up using Qin Yao as a breakthrough point, turned around and rushed towards the wedding dress.

"Let's go together."

Qin Yao held the God-Beheading Sword, his huge body suddenly leaped up, and struck Ningma's head with a sword with a white-golden brilliance.

Mao Xiaofang, Athena, the Red and White Demons, Xiao Wenjun and others cast spells at the same time to attack Ningma...

Ningma's combat prowess in the original work is on par with Mao Xiaofang's, and is not ridiculously strong in reality.

This resulted in him being quickly defeated under the siege of humans, gods, and ghosts. He could only be beaten and had no ability to fight back.

Outside Gantian Town, in a golden sedan chair surrounded by eighteen Buddhist cultivators, Pasiba, the abbot of the shrine, had his eyes shining brightly. He looked at the scene of people besieging Ningma in the town from a distance, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

After a long time, after watching Ningma being subdued, he waved his hand and ordered: "Get up the sedan and follow me to save Ningma."

Four eminent monks carried the sedan chair, and surrounded by fourteen other eminent monks, they walked quickly into Gantian Town.

On the street, the people escorting Ningma felt a pressure for no reason. When they looked up, they saw a group of monks carrying a sedan. The sedan was shining with a faint golden light, which was very conspicuous in the night.

"stop."

When the sedan was only half a foot away from everyone, a solemn and deep voice suddenly came from the sedan.

The group of monks stopped, and the four eminent monks put down the golden sedan chair. They opened the curtain with a pair of palms, and thousands of golden lights emitted from the curtain...

The abbot of the shrine stepped out of the sedan chair under the golden light. He wanted to look down at everyone, but he was not as tall as Qin Yao, so he could only hold his head slightly high.

"Meet the abbot of the shrine." Among the crowd, Ningma, whose face was as golden as paper, bowed.

Phagsipa raised his hand and asked: "Venerable Nyingma, you don't need to be polite. What's going on with you?"

Ningma smiled bitterly: "A child who I had contact with died under the Tantric Mahamudra, and I became the biggest suspect."

Ba Siba frowned slightly and glanced at the others: "Who is in charge?"

Mao Xiaofang reached out and pushed Qin Yao. The latter took a step forward slightly and looked down at Ba Siba: "What do you want to say?"

Pasiba has been in charge of the shrine for more than ten years. This is the first time he has looked up to others, and it is also the first time he has been looked down upon. An uncontrollable anger surges out of his heart. Fortunately, he is very deep in the city, so he did not let this anger rise just now. Fire burned into the face.

"What I want to say is that Venerable Nyingma is one of the leaders of our shrine. He is of high character and has immeasurable merits. He will definitely not do anything to kill children!"

Qin Yao: "If he didn't kill him, then you killed him?"

Pa Siba: "..."

Why is this person so unreasonable?

"presumptuous!"

The eighteen monks who followed the abbot roared at the same time and looked at Qin Yao with murderous expressions on their faces, as if they would launch a suicide attack with just one order from Basiba.

"Presumptuous?" Qin Yao sneered: "You are really treating yourself, no, I should say that you really treat him as a noble lord, a feudal king?"

"Control your temper, how can you be so angry?" Seeing the monks' eyes cracked and furious, Pasiba scolded them.

Under his command, the monks all bowed their heads like slaves.

Only then did Qin Yao realize that the name of the abbot of the other side's shrine was really not just talk.

"Fellow Taoist, it is easy to break if you are too strong. Your temper can easily lead to disaster."

Ba Siba turned to look at Qin Yao again and said sincerely.

Qin Yao smiled: "Then let me give you a piece of advice, keep a low profile when you go out. Generally speaking, people who are too high-profile will not end well."

Pa Siba: "..."

It was obvious that this man had a fiery temper and could not bear any grievance.

Of course, he never thought about why others should be wronged by him if they were strangers to each other.

Qin Yao: "If you can prove that this great monk is not the murderer, then bring out the evidence. If the evidence is conclusive, we will apologize immediately.

If you can't produce any evidence and just rely on empty words to get us to let him go, what kind of sweet dream can you have? This is the Central Plains, not your shrine. "

Pa Siba: "..."

In terms of strength, he may be stronger, but in terms of quarrels, he is really not good at it.

Seeing this unruly man humiliating his king, the eighteen monks felt even more humiliated, but were restricted by Pasiba's order and did not dare to scold him again.

"What do you want to do with Venerable Nyingma?" Not long after, Phagpa asked expressionlessly.

"Bring him back to the Taoist Temple first to prevent him from escaping after committing the crime, and then slowly investigate the matter." Qin Yao said.

Pa Siba said: "To be honest, I came here mainly to find the soul boy of the shrine.

However, the confirmation ceremony of the soul boy in the shrine must be witnessed by two venerables.

Can you please give my shrine a face and allow Venerable Nyingma to participate in the ceremony of selecting the soul boy in three days? "

Qin Yao pondered for a moment and said, "Okay."

Pasiba nodded and immediately said: "Don't worry, Venerable Nyingma, I will do my best to find out the truth and help you clear your grievances."

"Thank you, Abbot." Ningma said calmly, with no trace of gratitude on her face.

"Are you at odds with that abbot?"

Later, Qin Yao took the lead in escorting Ningma to Fuxi Hall and suddenly asked.

Ningma nodded slightly: "He is not the soul boy selected by the previous abbot of the shrine. He can become the abbot of the shrine without going through the inheritance ceremony. It is purely because the previous abbot died too suddenly. In desperation, he just let him steal it. authority."

Qin Yao: "..."

understood.

This Nyingma Venerable was a typical member of the old imperial party, and he had no dealings with the new emperor Phagpa.

"Xiao Hai, prepare a room for this Master Ningma."

After entering the main hall, Mao Xiaofang ordered: "Take care of three meals a day and don't be rude."

"Yes, Master." Xiaohai nodded in response and greeted: "Master Ningma, please come with me..."

Ningma remained silent and followed him silently.

"Dao Zhang Qin, how should we proceed next?"

Mao Xiaofang thought about it. The case had lost its clues at this point. There were no clues and no direction. How could we continue to pursue the case further?

"Take people to keep an eye on Ningma, and I'll look for clues." Qin Yao replied.

Mao Xiaofang didn't know where he was going to find clues, but looking at the determined look on the other party's face, he knew that the other party must know more than he did.

And all I can do is give the other party the greatest trust and wait silently for a result...

"Meet the abbot."

Wanying Hall, the main entrance.

Atisha and a group of monks knelt down in front of the golden-domed sedan chair, bowed to the ground, and paid homage.

With a majestic look on his face, like a king greeted by his ministers, Pasiba slowly walked out of the golden-domed sedan chair, walked past the monks with an indifferent expression, and walked into the Buddhist hall: "Atisha, follow me."

"Yes, Abbot."

Atisha got up from the ground, lowered his head and followed the opponent's footsteps.

Shaoyan.

The monarch and his ministers came to the main hall one after another. Ba Siba lifted up his clothes and sat on the main seat like a golden sword. He said indifferently: "How did the investigation go with the matter you were asked to investigate?"

"Reporting to the abbot, it has been confirmed that Luo Sang was picked up by the Luo couple. All the information matches the clues you provided. It is nine out of ten that she is your biological daughter." Atisha took the initiative to close the wooden door and whispered. said the voice.

Phagpa breathed a sigh of relief and said: "In this case, there is no need for the Luo couple to exist. Atisha, you go and send someone to get rid of the Luo couple. I will try my best to make my daughter a The soul boy of the shrine.”

"Abbott, there is a little problem." Atisha said cautiously.

"What's the problem?" Pa Siba felt a little dissatisfied, and a trace of irritation appeared on his face.

"The Luo family and his wife settled in a house near Fuxi Hall for some unknown reason. If we take action rashly, I'm afraid they will scare off the enemy." Atisha said in a low voice.

"The people in Fuxi Hall are busy interrogating Ningma at this time, and their main focus cannot be on the Luo couple. If you go there in person, you will definitely kill the couple." Ba Siba said.

Atisha's lips trembled and he stopped talking.

"Don't you understand why I want to kill them so urgently?" Basiba asked.

Atisha said: "I am ignorant, please ask the abbot to give me some advice."

Ba Siba exhaled softly and said: "The main reason is that Fuxitang and I have made an appointment to hold the soul boy selection ceremony three days later.

If the Luo couple had not died, Luo Sang would not have been allowed to participate in this ceremony.

How could Luosang become the soul boy of the shrine if he didn't participate in the ceremony?

Therefore, for Luo Sang, the Luo family must die. "

Atisha suddenly realized, bowed and said: "I understand, the main purpose of your sending people to kill the child is not to put the blame on Ningma, but to use Ningma to contain Fuxitang's main energy, so that we can kill Luo Shi Couple.”

Basiba sneered: "I don't think that the life of a mere little boy can be buried with Ningma... Everyone is just my pawn, and everything is under my control."

A trace of reverence flashed in Atisha's eyes, and he bowed and said, "Abbott is so wise and powerful, and my subordinates are so impressed by him."

"Stop flattering and get to work quickly to prevent long nights and dreams." Pasiba scolded.

Midnight watch.

The stars and moon are dim.

Atisha was wearing a black thief outfit, a black hood on his head, and a black scarf on his face. He came to the Luo family house with a vigorous posture, pointed his toes on the ground, jumped lightly, and his body flew into the air. Get up and climb over the stone wall lightly.

His eyes were like lightning, and he glanced in all directions. Seeing that the surroundings were peaceful, he breathed a sigh of relief quietly, walked to the front of the main room, stretched out his hand to twist open the window paper, took out a bamboo tube, and blew out all the white smoke sealed in the tube. Got in.

Then, he put away the bamboo pipe and waited quietly for a moment, then put his hand on the wooden door, used his magic power to remove the door bolt, and gently pushed the wooden door open.

Stepping into the room where he couldn't see his fingers, Atisha took out a fire stick from his waist, took off his hat and blew two puffs on it. Just as a few sparks came out of the fire stick, a black shadow suddenly floated in front of him, scaring him. Almost jumping up, he quickly blew the fire stick and held the firelight forward, but he didn't see anything.

"What the hell!"

Atisha complained silently in his heart, held up the fire folding bag and came to the table, raised his hand to light the oil lamp on the table.

"call……"

A gust of wind blew over from nowhere, slamming the wooden door shut, and Atisha was so frightened that he almost lost his grip on the fire stick.

He finally controlled his trembling arms and lit the oil lamp on the table. With the relatively bright light of the oil lamp, he suddenly noticed a figure sitting at the long table of Eight Immortals in front of him.

Atisha's scalp suddenly felt numb. He subconsciously raised the oil lamp and looked forward. He saw a powerful man sitting silently on a chair, his arms supporting the table, smiling but not smiling. Look at yourself.

Atisha's body trembled violently, and he said subconsciously: "Taoist Master Qin, why are you here?"

Didn't the abbot say that people from Fuxi Hall were interrogating Ningma? So what happened to Taoist Master Qin who suddenly appeared?

"Master Atisha?" Qin Yao asked.

Seeing him calling out his name, Atisha came back to his senses and actually spoke out what was in his heart with a bald mouth.

What's even more troublesome is that he hasn't changed his voice yet!

"What Atisha?" In desperation, Atisha had no choice but to raise her voice and ask deliberately.

"Stop pretending, since everything is exposed, how about just admit it frankly?" Qin Yao said lightly.

Atisha's heart trembled, and without saying a word, she turned around and ran towards the wooden door.

However, before he had taken two steps, he suddenly found that something seemed to be hooked on his ankle, causing him to spend a lot of effort every step he took.

He finally struggled to reach the wooden door. As soon as he opened the wooden door, a white-gold divine arrow rushed from the outside and shot through his right leg in an instant.

"ah!!!"

Atisha screamed in pain and stumbled to the ground. Blood continued to flow from the wound on his thigh, moistening the black hair on the ground...