I attained immortality in the real world.

Chapter 49 The murderer behind the scenes
The next day, early morning.

Chen Jing constructed three mental imprints in his sea of ​​consciousness: a lotus flower, a writing brush, and Buddhist beads, thus cultivating his second Taoist form—the form of a Buddhist.

He stomped his foot, activating the spiritual node of the Xiaotuanshan cultivation world, and his consciousness descended into the cultivation world, awakening in the meditation room of Jialan Temple.

The door to the meditation room, which was originally tightly closed, was wide open. Two thick-backed machetes were scattered on the threshold, their blades gleaming coldly. There were also two rows of messy footprints outside the window.

The murder weapon: Last night, two people sneaked into the Garan Temple to kill me. They first peeked through the window to observe the situation, then used a knife to pry open the door bolt through the crack. Just as they were about to slip inside and commit the crime, they panicked and fled for some unknown reason!
Physiognomy emphasizes keen observation and the ability to discern profound truths from subtle details. This principle can also be helpful in analyzing clues in criminal investigations, making it easier to deduce what happened last night.

"In this sacred Buddhist sanctuary, someone actually attempted to commit murder with a knife. It's utterly audacious and reckless..."

Chen Jing sighed.

Immediately search Chiba's memories of last night, but the projected image on the light screen is completely black.

Chiba slept very well and had no idea what happened last night. He didn't even hear any noise and slept soundly until dawn.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. After all, Chiba does heavy work in the kitchen, so he doesn't have the conditions to toss and turn and have light sleep.

"To find out what happened last night, we probably have to ask another person involved at Garan Temple."

When Chen Jing arrived at the Mahayana Heavenly God Hall, he saw that Abbot Faji was about to begin his morning prayers. He quickly asked, "Master, I found two knives at the entrance of the meditation room. Did a thief sneak into Jialan Temple last night, intending to do something indecent to my master and me?"

The monk Faji shook his head, distancing himself from the situation, and said, "It wasn't just you and me, master and disciple. Their target was very clear; it was just you. Luckily, I got up frequently in the middle of the night and scared those two petty thieves away, otherwise you would have been chopped to pieces last night and would have been a confused ghost in your sleep!"

If Chiba were killed without warning, he would be left as a confused ghost, losing such a memorable character.

However, is it something to boast about for a monk to get up frequently at night?

After a moment's thought, Chen Jing continued, "Jialan Temple is located in a remote area. It wouldn't be difficult for two knife-wielding thieves to kill an old monk. Why were they scared away?"

The monk Faji calmly replied, "Besides being well-versed in Mahayana Buddhism, I also have a rudimentary understanding of martial arts. Why don't you first consider who the thief who wants to kill you is?"

Hand-to-hand combat? If it's just simple hand-to-hand combat, how come there are no signs of a fight?
The old monk wasn't some infamous figure, so why were the two thieves so panicked that they dropped their weapons?

Chen Jing did not delve into the matter, and nodded, saying, "This disciple already has someone in mind and will do everything possible to prevent this from happening again."

"…………"

Jinshan Temple, Xiangji Kitchen.

Qingdeng has already carried back the first load of water from the cold pool.

Upon seeing Chen Jing, he immediately flashed a hearty smile and waved, saying, "Senior Brother Qianye, you're a little late today. What happened that kept you waiting?"

Chen Jing found the wooden bucket for carrying water in the storage room and hurried towards the cold pool at the foot of the mountain, explaining to Qing Deng, "I went to the Discipline Hall, so I'm half an hour late."

Qingdeng asked suspiciously, "The senior brothers in the Discipline Hall are fierce and not easy to deal with. What are you going to the Discipline Hall for?"

Chen Jing replied, "Junior Brother Qingdeng, you don't know, but last night two thugs sneaked into Jialan Temple to commit a crime. Fortunately, they were two big idiots. Not only did they fail to commit the crime, but they also left the weapons at the scene. They went to the Discipline Hall to file a complaint early this morning and handed over the weapons!"

If we can utilize external forces and rules, there's no reason to abandon them.

There are those in the world who are more perverse than those who seek the thrill of revenge. But Chen Jing certainly doesn't belong to that category; he prefers to achieve his goals using the simplest and most efficient methods, leaving tasks that others can handle to others.

Temples are relatively enclosed spaces, and very few monks have access to knives. Two thick-backed woodcutting knives are basically enough to target a novice woodcutter.

Apart from the senior monks, all the other monks at Jinshan Temple sleep on communal beds in the meditation rooms. It would be almost impossible for them to sneak out for an hour or two at night without being noticed by others. Therefore, it was not difficult for the Discipline Hall to find the murderer.

Even if there is no conclusive evidence and no serious consequences result, two suspected murderers would never be left on the mountain.

However, it is more likely that the murderer had already escaped down the mountain beforehand, after all, in the cultivation world, an opportunity to descend and possess another's body is worth more than ten million.

"Wow!"

Qingdeng poured the two buckets of water into the water tank.

He quickly caught up with Chen Jing and asked gossipily, "Senior Brother Qianye, what kind of person is so bold as to commit a crime in the pure land of Buddhism?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jing also revealed a smile, staring at Qing Deng with a playful expression: "Junior Brother Qing Deng, you should ask yourself this question. I don't recall ever offending you. Why did you send Junior Brothers Qing Jue and Qing Hui to kill me last night?"

Qingdeng was taken aback. He was prepared for Chen Jing to suspect Qingjue and Qinghui, after all, the two thick-backed woodcutters were evidence. But he couldn't understand why he would be suspected directly.
First, he feigned panic, then said blankly, "Senior Brother Chiba, you can't joke like that, I..."

Chen Jing ignored Qing Deng's explanation and seemed completely convinced of his target, saying calmly, "You disguised yourself very well, but some abilities don't follow common sense, so I knew from the beginning that we were the same kind of people."

The four novice monks who did odd jobs in the kitchen were all extraterrestrial demons. The kitchen truly deserves to be one of the two treasure troves in Buddhism where hidden treasures can be found.

Chen Jingcai possessed a body for two days, and Qing Deng and the other two possessed bodies for only two or three months. They were both in the process of evolving.

Of the three, Qingjue stood out the most. He had the appearance of an honest and simple farmer, a rare sight in the mountains. His demeanor and speech were completely out of sync with his appearance, making him 100% a player.

Qing Deng was the best at disguising himself, but Chen Jing had the longest contact with Qing Deng, so it wasn't difficult to deduce the player's identity.

Methods of cultivators?
Seeing Chen Jing's unwavering certainty, Qing Deng still stubbornly insisted, "Senior Brother Qianye, I don't understand what you're saying?"

Chen Jing didn't care at all and said to himself, "Whether you understand or not, I don't want to encounter any more accidents, otherwise I'll hold you responsible. Do you think Qingjue and Qinghui might be hiding on the way to the Cold Pool?"

The carnage of players in the cultivation world.

It's not actually a life-or-death struggle between people.

It's more like a battle between nations, a contest of capabilities and resources.

Aside from powerful cultivators who have mastered the true techniques, in situations where everyone is just a weakling with mortal bodies, killing other players must be done without anyone noticing.

Otherwise, once the enemy identifies the murderer, they can purchase an identity token that allows them to descend into the area. Who can guarantee they won't be assassinated and retaliated against? They could even hire players in the area through the cultivator forum to assassinate the murderer, after all, they're after resources and money.

Qingdeng didn't want to give up this role. He would only dare to act recklessly if he could confirm that Chen Jing was a penniless wretch. But that was impossible. The other party was able to possess the only novice monk in Jialan Temple. The value of this identity token must be over 100 million.

If we rule out that possibility and take action only when the other party can determine who the murderer is, it would be a mutual destruction, a scorched earth scenario.

No sooner had Chen Jing finished speaking than a voice rang out in the dense forest: "Qianye! You've made it impossible for us to stay at Jinshan Temple, and we've lost our chance to cultivate immortality. How are you going to settle this score?"

(End of this chapter)