He Wenli smiled bitterly, stood up on the wall and said, "This is the first time I..." He looked up at Nangong Mo who was smiling in front of him, and then remembered that he had been rude in front of Princess Xingcheng, and quickly bowed, "The first time I encountered such a thing, I have lost my composure and I hope Princess Hai Han." Nangong Mo said, "It doesn't matter, if Lord He can't hold on, sit for a while." He Wenli looked at his bloodstained all over his body, and his face was a little bitter. He really couldn't hold on.

After looking around the Zen Room, the Zen Room of the disciples of the Great Guangming Temple was very simple, with only one bed, a table and a cabinet. The things on the bed and in the cabinet were a little messy. It was obvious that the murderer was looking for something. Nangong Mo stared at the bloody stains on the ground and frowned slightly, "Mr. He, what does the person who escaped looks like?"

He Wenli frowned and said, "The man dressed like an ordinary disciple. The master... seemed to know him too. However, I walked behind and saw no face. I only heard them say a few words, and then the man suddenly killed the master and rushed out."

"You didn't see the face from beginning to end?"

He Wenli nodded in distress. Nangong Mo squatted on the ground and looked at the blood on the ground. He stretched out his hand and smelled it with a trace of blood. He asked, "Think about it carefully, that person... is injured from time to time?"

"Huh?" He Wenli was stunned, lowered his eyebrows and thought, and after a while, he raised his head and said, "By the way, he pushed me when he rushed over me. I really want to see a stain on his left arm, which should be blood stains. Look!" He Wenli pointed to his shoulder, and there was indeed a blood mark that was not clear. "I originally thought it was the blood stain of the victim, but now I think about it... the little monk had no scars on his body, and the dagger that killed the master... originally seemed to have no blood stains. It was stained by the master's blood after being thrown on the ground." He Wenli suddenly became excited and said, "By the way, that person is about two inches shorter than me, and is very thin. There should be scars on his left arm... As long as people don't escape from the Great Guangming Temple, it should be easy to find, right? I'll go find the prince!"

"I heard it." Wei Junmo entered from outside and said calmly: "I have ordered someone to search."

He Wenli touched his nose and asked, "Princess, how did you know that the murderer was in the hands?"

Nangong Mo pointed to the blood stains on the ground and said, "You said the murderer only stabbed the master with one knife, in the direction of the blood stains splashing... these blood stains should not exist. Since the murderer threw the weapon at the scene, then... there is no possibility that it would drip from the weapon. Also..." Nangong Mo walked to the corpse lying on the bed, pushed away his hand and said, "He had no external injuries on his body, but there were blood on his fingers. Naturally, this would not be his own blood stain."

Wei Junmo stepped forward and looked, and said, "This person practiced the Vajra Finger of Buddhism. There should be three holes on the arm of the person lifted away. If it is heavy, the bones of the arm may have been broken. The cause of death... should be the Flying Flower Palm of Buddhism. It looks unharmed, but... all the internal organs were shattered." Nangong Mo touched the ends of his hair speechlessly, and each set of martial arts was given a nice name. But the martial arts in this world are still varied and they are not tired. But Prince Wei can still see at a glance what kind of martial arts it is, which is really amazing. So, people in the world are idle and have nothing to do.

He Wenli frowned and said, "So, is it done by his disciples in Da Guangming Temple?" Are these people crazy? With the temper of His Majesty the Emperor, it is possible to directly order the slaughter of Da Guangming Temple. Looking at the master who died on the ground, He Wenli felt that Da Guangming Temple was going to be miserable. He had to do something to be regarded as thanking the master for saving his life. If this master had not been ahead, he would have died.

"Criminal, Princess, this..."

"What happened?!" Xiao Qianye, who received the news, came hurriedly with the abbot and others. As soon as he walked to the door, he was shocked by the bloody scene in the room.

"Junior brother?!" The abbot was shocked, "This... Lord He, what's going on?"

He Wenli sighed and looked at the abbot and said, "Master, the disciple of the temple..."

"Find out all the people who have practiced the flying flower palm in Daguangming Temple!" Wei Junmo interrupted He Wenli indifferently and said in a deep voice.

How could Master Abbot not know what happened? Even the Taoist monk couldn't help but turn pale, and his body shook. After a while, he sighed, closed his hands and recited the Buddha's name and said, "Yes, if it is really done by the disciples of ability... I'm willing to take the blame."

"Amitabha!" The disciples proclaimed in unison, and the two people lying on the ground and on the bed silently recited the mantra of rebirth.

Xiao Qianye's face turned pale and glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "Jun Mo, what's going on?"

He Wenli hurriedly stepped forward and said, "The Xiaguan was frightened and exclaimed. The thief must have known that someone would come immediately, so he hurriedly escaped." Xiao Qianye frowned and said, "So, is it sure that he is from Daguangming Temple?"

Wei Junmo said calmly: "Although Feihua Palm is a Buddhist martial art, it is a basic martial arts and is not unique to Da Guangming Temple. There are also many people who know this martial arts in the world."

Xiao Qianye said patiently: "Why does Junmo think?"

"You will know when you find someone." Wei Junmo said.

"..." Xiao Qianye.

There are many monks in Daguangming Temple, but because they focus on Buddhism and do not get involved in the world, there are not many monks practicing martial arts in Daguangming Temple. Not many people practiced flying flower palms. Of course, it is necessary to rule out that some people are hiding and not revealing them. However, the emperor personally issued an order to investigate the matters to be investigated without fear of mobilizing the masses. All monks pulled down the square in front of the hall to check one by one. Have you practiced martial arts, how tall, and whether you have any injuries on your body? All suspicious ones will be deducted first.

Master Nian Yuan let the guards finish the inspection helplessly. He looked at Xiao Qianye and He Wenli, who were commanding everyone to carefully inspect the situation not far away, looked at Wei Junmo and Nangong Mo next to him and asked, "Do you really think you can find the murderer in this way?"

Wei Junmo asked calmly: "What other way do you have?"

Nian Yuan was silent for a while and sighed, "No."

"What are Wuxia thinking?" Wei Junmo asked, looking down at Nangong Mo who leaned against thoughtfulness. Nangong Mo frowned and said, "You said... why did the murderer kill that monk and Master Kongming?"

Nian Yuan said: "The killing of Du Hong should be to silence him. As for the nephew Kongming... it was probably an accident. But since that's the case, the murderer is naturally someone Kongming knew."

Nangong Mo asked, "Is Master Nianyuan familiar with the disciples in the temple?"
Chapter completed!