Jing Wan'er walked into her own room and picked up the dead pigeon on the floor.

  She looked at one of the pigeon's legs, on which a small bamboo tube was tied. She glanced around the doors and windows, reached out and took off the bamboo tube.

  She opened the bamboo tube and found a letter written in beautiful handwriting inside.

  Jing Wan'er quickly crumpled the paper into a ball, wanting to throw it away but feeling that nowhere was safe. After thinking for a moment, she slowly stuffed the paper into her mouth and swallowed it.

  The case of De Fei has not been solved yet, and now there are assassins again. The investigation by the Dali Temple has disturbed someone's peace.

  Hearing a commotion in the courtyard, Jing Wanyu picked up the dead pigeon and went out.

  Just then, Master Hsuan Lien led a group of monks into the courtyard.

  Jing Wan'er was bold and picked up the pigeon, then threw it out in front of her.

  The pigeon was pierced by a sword and almost cut in half, its body miserable, and after being thrown to the ground, it happened to fall at the feet of Master Xu Lian who had just entered the courtyard.

  Master Xuánlián immediately stopped in his tracks.

  Next to Little Monk suddenly saw a dead pigeon, shocked pale face, a monk suddenly crossed in front of Master Xuan Lian.

  "You wicked woman, you really are bold, how dare you take a life in my temple?!"

  Jing Wan'er had been waiting for this sentence and coldly laughed: "This wasn't me who killed."

  At this moment when all the monks in the temple were staring at Jing Yuane, the girl was also in a situation where one husband could hold off ten thousand husbands, and today she just had to have a clear break.

  Xuan Tai, the long-absent master, is now standing beside Xuan Lian, staring at Jing Wanyan: "Since you appeared in the temple, things have been happening one after another. How dare you still be disrespectful to Master Fang?"

  Xuan Lian Fang Zhang looked even more haggard than two days ago, his entire face gaunt like a lamp that had burned out of oil. He stopped Xuan Tai from speaking and turned to Jing Wanyan: "I heard that Pei Si Kong's injuries are severe, may I ask if it's possible for this old monk to go in and take a look first?"

  Jing Wanner looked at Xuan Lian, with all these things happening, this legendary great abbot was a bit undeserving of his reputation. It couldn't be that he had become so neglectful of the temple's discipline just because his beloved disciple had died.

  "Now nobody can get in."

  A young girl was so arrogant, a monk said: "Have you forgotten what place this is?"

  Jing Wan'er stared at him: "This is the Temple of National Protection, why would an assassin appear? Why didn't any of you discover anything last night?"

  This truly left the monks speechless.

  "Amitabha Buddha." Master Hsuan Lien joined his palms together and uttered a Buddhist mantra.

  Jing Wan'er was not just targeting the assassin, she was hinting that the entire Qinglong Temple was intentionally turning a blind eye.

  Such accusations, as a resident monk, can no longer remain silent: "The details of last night's events are best explained by Master Pei himself."

  Jing Wan'er looked at them: "I witnessed last night's events with my own eyes and won't wrong Qinglong Temple."

  Jing Wan'er stood between the monks and Pei Tan's house, as if she had blocked all paths by herself.

  The monks' faces had a hidden unease, and no one in this world would dare to be presumptuous in the Qinglong Temple.

  Jing Wan'er said from between her teeth: "You let the master move to the inner courtyard to live, separate from the yamen attendants, and get rid of all the idle people, so this matter must be done by someone from Qinglong Temple itself."

  If you must know, these monks are hurting their own feet by carrying stones. The inner courtyard of the Qinglong Temple is known for being impenetrable, and no one except the temple's residents can enter.

  Jing Wan'er stared at them. It's best to let these monks expose their own feet.

  Being pointed at and scolded by a yellow-haired brat, the accompanying monk elders couldn't help but say: "You dare to question our temple's people?"

  This is just as inconceivable for them.

  Jing Wan'er said: "There are only a few people in the temple, you don't admit it, and there is no one among the outer courtyard's yamen runners with such high martial arts skills. Are you going to point at Wang Ye?"

  So it turns out that the only one they didn't count on was Li Xiuzhi. Could it be that Wang Ye actually possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, but no one knows?

  Jing Wan'er's sarcasm once again put the monks in the yard in an awkward situation.

  Just as Jing Wanyu was about to make a thorough effort, a tired voice came from behind her: "Wanyu, don't be rude again."

  Jing Wan'er was startled and immediately turned her head back.

  Pei Tan stood at the door, his face a bit pale from excessive blood loss.

  Xuan Lian's eyes moved slightly: "Is Pei Siqing's body all right?"

  "Thank you, Master Fang, for your concern. I, Pei, am already well."

  It doesn't look like he's fine at all. Pei Tan slowly walked out, the wound on his chest was simply treated and still bleeding.

  He saw so many monks standing in the courtyard and slowly said: "Disturbing the temple."

  Jing Wan'er didn't expect Pei Tan to wake up at this time, and the words she had prepared were stuck in her throat, unable to be spoken.

  But she has been preparing for so long, how can she give up.

  "Sir, why don't you continue resting?" She saw that Pei Tan had clearly not recovered his energy yet, and thinking of Shen Xingwen's words made her even more worried.

  Pei Tan Ting stood beside Jing Wan Er and looked at her: "I heard everything you said just now."

  Jing Wan'er and Pei Tan exchanged a look, and she couldn't help but bite her lip.

  Pei Tan turned around and faced the monks of Qinglong Temple, "The case of Dalisi Temple has been bothering us for several days. It's time to bring this case to a close."

  Jing Wan'er was somewhat surprised, she looked at Pei Tan and didn't expect him to say such a thing.

  Xuan Lian said: "Qinglong Temple will never harbor the evil people who murdered Pei Siqing."

  Jing Wan'er said: "The evil person is among you."

  An elder said: "You keep saying that the murderer is someone from our temple, what evidence do you have to back it up? How can we let you make baseless accusations?"

  Jing Wan'er stared at him: "I naturally have evidence."

  As soon as she said this, even Pei Tan's eyes deepened slightly.

  The monk who was speaking was somewhat surprised and disbelieving: "Are you talking big?"

  Jing Wan'er said: "Although I am not a Buddhist nun, I will not deceive people on matters of life and death."

  The one who was mainly hurt is still Pei Tan's life. She must catch the murderer who dared to splatter blood in the temple of gods.

  The monk paused for a moment and said, "What evidence do you have? Bring it out if you dare. I absolutely don't believe that someone in my Qinglong Temple would commit such an evil crime as to fall into the Avici Hell."

  Jing Wan'er didn't believe it either, and if she said it out loud, no one would believe her.

  She took a step forward, and Pei Tan said in a low voice behind her: "Wan Er."

  Jing Wan'er didn't turn her head back, but instead said: "It's Wan'er who has been holding you back, so I must catch this person no matter what."

  Pei Tan's eyebrows furrowed slightly. At this moment, the abbot of Qinglong Temple was present, and if one were to say that Jing Wanyu didn't have any confidence, she didn't seem like that kind of girl.

  Jing Yuanyu's gaze swept across the faces of the crowd, and the monks' expressions were different, none of them believing that this little girl could find the murderer.

  Jing Wan'er said: "In the Green Dragon Temple, only martial monks practice martial arts. Please stretch out your arms."

  Xuan Tai's face was expressionless: "Do you still expect to see injuries on us?"

  Last night's fierce battle may have left one or two scars. Master Xuanlian's face was solemn and stern.

  Jing Wan'er looked at him: "How about Master Xuan Tai leading the way and stretching out his arm?"

  Xuan Tai snorted coldly: "Ridiculous!"

  He quickly lifted his monk's robe and revealed his arm. Smooth and flat, it was naturally impossible to have any wounds.

  Jing Wanner's mouth corner still had that one thread of arc, she looked at the other monks.

  "The abbot..." The group of monks looked at Xuán Lián.

  They didn't want to do it in front of that little girl, even if they only showed their arms, after all, they were chaste people.

  Xuan Lian said: "To catch the murderer is related to the reputation of Qinglong Temple, and we should cooperate."

  The abbot spoke, and those monks, even if they had doubts, all rolled up their sleeves.

  Jing Wan'er glanced at them.

  No one had any injuries on their arms, and the monks staring at Jing Yuanner's expression were also gloomy.

  Xuan Tai said: "Have you had enough of this commotion? You..."

  "So it was you who dared to attempt to assassinate the Grand Master last night, Master Xuan Tai."

  Jing Wan'er's one sentence made Xuan Tai change his expression.

  It was not just him whose face changed color.

  Xuan Tai angrily said: "You this wicked woman! Indeed, keeping you in the temple is a disaster, and you dare to arbitrarily frame the crime of murder on my head!"

  The other monks reacted almost the same way, they didn't even react and stared at Xuān TàI and Jīng Yuàn ér's sudden conflict.

  Jing Wan'er calmed down and said: "Framing someone like this, I've never seen Master Xuan Tai do such a thing."

  "Master, are you going to let this demoness deceive our temple?"

  Xuan Lian stared at Jing Yuanner, who looked back at him. "Yuanner was just about to ask the abbot to bear witness. The abbot is the most noble first divine monk of Great Tang and once the elder of this Wu Seng Temple."

  So it's not the Wu Seng Temple's Hui Gen, but rather a disciple of Master Xuan Lian, who also obtained the true transmission from Xuan Lian.

  Xuan Tai's expression changed slightly.

  Jing Wan'er slightly curved her lips: "Since arriving at the temple, I've been called a witch. But I'm not someone who disrespects the Buddha. At least I know that Buddhism preaches salvation for all people, but it's not achieved through killing and bloodshed. Master Xuan Tai, a 100-kilogram iron hammer, used to strike for an entire night, what would happen to an ordinary person's arm?"

  Xuan Tai clenched his fist in his sleeve, he felt his arm trembling uncontrollably.

  Jing Wan'er didn't think of finding any wounds just now, and she didn't even take a close look at the other monks just now.

  Jing Wan'er immediately looked at Xuan Lian and said, "A martial artist who overexerts themselves will also injure their tendons. I specifically went to ask our guard Pei about this."

  Xuan Tai thought that as long as he wasn't injured, nothing would happen, so he continued to appear with an air of innocence, but in reality, he was digging his own grave.

  Bai Shiwei pointed out the weakness of the martial artist, so now he doesn't need to be present in person. With Xuan Lian, this half-life martial arts abbot, and so many monks from Qinglong Temple, they will all witness what happens to their fellow disciples. What's coming can't be avoided.

  Xuan Tai felt the gaze of those around him, that slight change in surprise and distrust, seeping into people's skin like a plague.

  Xuan Tai opened his mouth: "I last night..."

  Jing Wan'er's gaze was like a nail, as if it had nailed down Xuan Tai's throat.

  "Master Xuantai wants to know what's wrong with you. What happened to you last night? When you fled in a panic, there was still flower mud from the yard on the soles of your shoes."