deceitful cultivator

Chapter 80 The oriole catches the cicada, the mantis is behind

Ren Qing walked a few times around the temple where the Son of God was sent, but Chongtong didn't notice anything unusual, which meant that there were not many monks in the temple.

He only saw a few scattered tile-roofed houses. Apart from the main hall, they were the wing rooms for people, which looked extremely simple.

It can be seen that the yamen has strict control over Taoist temples and Buddhist temples, and it is impossible to have a large number of temples.

Ren Qing was a little suspicious.

Behind the Songzi Niangniang Temple is either a jailer, or a similar gang. The temple is one of the ways for the forces to keep monks in captivity.

The sky is getting late, and there is a Qinghe River across the west of the city, which makes mosquitoes start to appear,
Ren Qing shook his hands impatiently, even though the mosquitoes couldn't bite through the skin, the noisy voice kept echoing in his ears.

He just wanted to leave the temple fair after eating the candied haws on hand.

Suddenly, Ren Qing noticed that besides the mosquitoes, there were also a lot of blowflies entrenched nearby, and the latter liked rancidity the most.

Normally, he probably wouldn't care about it, but since the jailer was involved, he couldn't help but pay more attention.

It would be nice if he could use this to earn blood crystals. Of course, Ren Qing knew that the safety of his own life was the priority.

His brows were frowned, and his double pupils were brought into full play, allowing the surrounding things to come into view with the dim light of the setting sun.

There are weird...

Ren Qing walked a few meters forward, but then stopped, and then returned to the street as if nothing had happened.

The temple fair was coming to an end, and many residents were walking towards their homes sparsely, and they could vaguely hear the cries of children.

Ren Qing randomly found a stall selling wontons.

The stall owner was about to pack up his things, when he saw Ren Qing sitting down, he quickly set up a pot to boil water.

After a while, the cooked wontons were placed on the table.

Ren Qing picked up the chopsticks and tasted the wontons with a slightly slow movement, his eyebrows and mind flashed, which was a sign of the separation of body and soul.

The stall owner shuddered, only feeling his hairs stand on end.

Ren Qing's Wumu method is almost as far from the bottleneck, and the use of body-soul separation is more flexible, although it still can't do whatever you want.

The soul did not jump out of the body, but followed the double pupil to sense the surroundings.

The rustling sounds on the street gradually disappeared, and my mind seemed to be in mid-air, although it only lasted for a few breaths.

Ren Qing's face turned pale, and the place where the crowd gathered gathered a lot of energy and blood, which was indeed extremely lethal to the soul.

Even if he didn't separate completely at all, he still had lingering fears.

Ren Qing confirmed that the abnormality discovered before was not worrying, and there was no danger.

In fact, it was a corpse with a strange death shape, which attracted some troublesome flies.

After paying the money for the wontons, he walked slowly towards a certain place in the temple fair.

A towering tree stood in a corner where no one passed by. It was obviously summer, but the branches were all withered and yellow, and the leaves fell all over the ground.

A big seedling knife was drilled out of Ren Qing's right palm.

The blade was scratched, and blackened blood flowed out from the gap, from which it could be seen that the decomposing corpse was stuffed inside the tree trunk, and had been dead for at least several days.

What made Ren Qing deeply afraid was that the chest and abdomen of the corpse had been hollowed out, and the surface of the skin was covered with scratches of different sizes.

Almost identical to the skaven that slime will die.

But the corpse in the tree trunk was not a monk, and there was no trace of flesh and blood alienation at all. It seemed that he was looking for something strange when he opened his chest and abdomen.

A few rats gnawed on the flesh and blood of the corpse, until their fur looked greasy.

Ren Qing noticed that the soil at the roots of the ancient tree had been turned over, and immediately reacted.

The sound of bones colliding sounded.

The dragon and snake ridge extended from the different mouth, like a long spear piercing directly into the ground, the hard soil layer seemed to be nothing.

Ren Qing closed his eyes and controlled the natal magic weapon to explore it.

When the Dragon Snake Spine was raised, there was a piece of palm-sized scale armor at the end, which was obviously on the body of a lizard-like monk.

land……

Ren Qing thought for a long time, how could the land focus on the Songzi Niangniang Temple? Could it be that Xia Caojue has some mystery worth his shot?
But it was ordinary people who were attacked by the land, maybe it was a mouse trick?

It was already dark.

The temple fair was almost over, and the stalls began to leave gradually.

Ren Qing found Zhu Ding's figure, and the other party had just come out of the Temple of Sending a Child, so he reached out and grabbed him.

"For the sake of saving, I'll take a trip."

"Go to the clerk Zhao in the yamen, and tell him that I asked him to contact the jailer, go and come back quickly."

Zhu Ding's expression was uncertain. If the jailer was involved, wouldn't it have something to do with the weird things he encountered on Tuofeng Mountain.

He ran away in a hurry, and the journey from the temple fair to the yamen took less than half the time.

But after a while, more than a dozen policemen blocked the entrance and exit to the temple fair.

Ren Qing chose to stand on the eaves next to the tree to blow the wind. When the jailer approached, he suddenly felt a few more figures behind him.

Unexpectedly, it was only ordinary people who died, so five guards came, including Jiang Feng, and Luo Niang, the temple keeper of the Songzi Niangniang Temple.

Seeing that it was Queen Ren Qing, Jiang Feng nodded to each other calmly.

The leading jailer was about fifty years old, his neck was several times thicker than that of ordinary people, and the same was true for his head, which looked extremely weird.

They didn't ask Ren Qing, and walked towards the towering ancient tree in silence.

Only Luo Niang was hesitant to speak, but in the end she closed her mouth tactfully.

When everyone came to the ancient tree, the bark was roughly peeled away by Jiang Feng, and the corpse was unintentional. It was dressed in clothes similar to Luo Niang, and it was in the Songzi Niangniang Temple.

"It's already the third person in the temple..."

Luo Niang's expression was a little dignified, she didn't know what the murderer's intentions were.

The rest of the guards didn't answer, and their faces were more indifferent, as if they had expected the appearance of the corpse.

The body was quickly taken away by the pyrotechnic workers sent by the yamen, and the blood was cleaned up.

The jailers left one after another.

Seeing this, Ren Qing was hesitant to say anything. Could it be that there is no blood crystal reward for providing clues? ! !

Just when he was disappointed, Jiang Feng slowed down by half a step, and threw out a blood crystal with a brighter color.

Ren Qing hurriedly followed up and weighed it with the palm of his hand. It was at least about two stones.

Jiang Feng said with a smile: "I'm leaving, don't pay attention to this matter, if there is a task, Ming Crow will notify you."

He turned around and disappeared into the night, Ren Qing behind him frowned.

The Jailer's attitude to the land was subtle.

The situation in the land of reasoning is different from that of Song Rong. The latter only kills ordinary people, so the attention of the prison hall was not high at that time.

But the land has already killed several monks, including even the half-corpse realm.

Ren Qing felt that it was impossible to find the other party by means of the Jail Hall.

Unless... is not daring to start with the land.

There are more than one kind of strange objects on the land. If a restricted area is formed, it will be no less than a disaster relief restricted area.

That's why the Jail Hall used Xiacaojue to lure the land to achieve a certain purpose. It can be seen that this kind of magic technique definitely has something special.

The arresters withdrew quickly.

After Ren Qing returned to the Huogongtang, he kept thinking about whether to intervene in his mind.

The differentiation of summer grass involves germs, so maybe there is a clue to prolong life?
　There is no need to worry about dead people or meat. In an era where magic represents productivity, everything is possible.

Seek to read, seek to read.

Thanks to book friends 20210301106494599436 and Tao 33 for their rewards.

　
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