Although the person in front of him was wearing a black mask and dressed strangely, the gatekeeper did not find it strange.

Because among the many pilgrims who came to their Baoxiang Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, there were many people wearing masks and hats, who did not want others to know their identities.

Just like last time, the gatekeeper received a mysterious pilgrim wearing a hat and holding the [Tang King Order].

"Sorry, I don't know where Abbot Wuming has traveled."

The gatekeeper showed apologies to the man wearing a black mask.

This man wearing a black mask is nothing else, but the most mysterious master of the five hall masters of the Evil Demon Sect, Qian Jiao.

He came here to investigate the cause of Pei Nan's death, which is the fake abbot Wuming of Baoxiang Temple.

On the way, he found out that Pei Nan left a letter in Baoxiang Temple, saying that he had traveled all over the world, but Qian Jiao knew that this must be a fake news, or the news was true, but Pei Nan did not traveled all over the world, but had been killed.

As for why he left a letter saying that he was traveling around, perhaps because of the person who killed Pei Nan, he didn't want people to know that Wuming, the abbot of Baoxiang Temple, was fake, or because of other reasons.

"Master, is there anything unusual on the day Abbot Wuming left the letter?"

Qian Jiao continued to ask.

When the gatekeeper heard this, his brows frowned and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face, "This pilgrim, our abbot has always been fine, and there is no problem in both mental and physical condition."

"Pilgrimage, if you want to burn incense, please hurry up and invite it inside."

After saying that, the gatekeeper ignored the man wearing a black mask in front of him and continued to signal other pilgrims to slowly enter Baoxiang Temple.

Seeing this, Qian Jiao shook his head secretly. If he hadn't wanted to make trouble, he would have died hundreds of times based on the attitude of the gatekeeper just now.

The next moment, he flipped his hand, took out a token from his arms, and then said to his gatekeeper to his back: "Master, look at what this is?"

Although the gatekeeper was a little bored, he still turned around patiently. When he saw the token in Qian Jiao's hand, he was slightly stunned.

This is a golden token. There is no such and the city above the token, or the Ministry of War or the Ministry of Revenue, only two very simple words, Datang!

Qian Jiao was stunned when he saw the gatekeeper monk, then shook his head and smiled, "I forgot that you should have never seen such a token in your identity. You asked the senior officials of Baoxiang Temple to come over. With their knowledge, you should know what token this is."

There was a hint of pride in his voice.

"This is [Tang King's Order]. I don't know that the Lord is visiting Baoxiang Temple, so please forgive me."

The gatekeeper said with a look of fear and fear, that all the impatience of the past disappeared.

Um?

I didn't expect that this gatekeeper had seen this [Tang King Order].

Qian Jiao didn't expect the gatekeeper to recognize the [Tang King's Order], and felt a little surprised.

"You actually know [Tang Wang Ling]?"

"Sir, two days ago, a pilgrim holding the [Tang King's Order] also came to Baoxiang Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha."

The gatekeeper answered honestly.

"I see."

Qian Jiao nodded. Although he was curious about who the man was, he didn't ask much.

"Sir, are you going to burn incense and make a wish?"

"This can be done slowly first. Take me to find a senior manager who is more familiar with your Abbot Wuming of Baoxiang Temple."

Qian Jiao thought about it and said.

"Okay, please come with me."

"Um."

The two entered Baoxiang Temple one by one and the other behind.

After entering Baoxiang Temple, the pilgrims also saw Qian Jiao's outfit, but they were not surprised. After all, many of them were wearing hats or masks.

After a while, the gatekeeper monk took Qian Jiao to a loft near the southeast of Baoxiang Temple, and then went forward to knock on the door.

With a creaking sound, a little monk walked out of the attic.

"Is there anything wrong?"

The little monk looked at the gatekeeper and asked.

"Master, another pilgrim holding the [Tang King Order]."

The gatekeeper pointed to Qian Jiao not far away and said softly.

"Um?"

"What's going on? A few days ago, there was a pilgrim holding the [Tang King Order]. Another one came today?"

"When did the rare and precious [Tang King Order] become like a cabbage?"

Of course, the little monk dared not say these words, so he could only think about them in his heart.

"Master, this pilgrim holding the [Tang King's Order] said that he would meet the senior staff of Baoxiang Temple who was most familiar to Abbot Wuming, so I brought him to see you."

The gatekeeper continued to add.

"So that's the case. I understand. You go down first. I will be here to entertain this noble pilgrim."

"good."

After the gatekeeper left, the little monk came to Qian Jiao, folded his hands together, and said respectfully: "Sir, I wonder what you are looking for in the little monk?"

Although the little monk didn't know who the man wearing a black mask was, he would never be able to offend him if he could hold the [Tang King's Order]. His attitude should naturally be respectful.

"Master, I want to know why Abbot Wuming is doing well. He suddenly left a letter and was going to travel around?"

The Qianjiao did not go around the corner, and came up straight to the topic.

"I don't know this either. Maybe it was because Abbot Wuming suddenly realized something."

"Although this situation is rare, it is actually normal. In the past, our abbot of Baoxiang Temple suddenly had some insights, and then he traveled around and finally returned in three years."

The little monk thought for a while and explained.

"Master, I and Abbot Wuming are friends. Can you show me the letters he left behind?"

Qian Jiao said.

"Since the Lord and Abbot Wuming are friends and the letter is not a secret, we can naturally check it out."

If ordinary people want to check the letters of Abbot Wuming, the little monk will definitely not give them, but the person in front of him holds the [Tang King Order] and has an extraordinary status and is not suitable for offending, so the little monk took out Wuming's letters from his arms and handed them to Qianjiao.

After Qian Jiao received the letter, he opened it immediately to check it.

When I saw the handwriting on it, a hint of surprise flashed in my eyes.

Although he didn't contact Pei Nan very much, he had also read the information about Pei Nan's in the Demon Sect. There were records of handwriting in these materials, and the handwriting on this letter was exactly the same as that of Pei Nan's.

"Although the handwriting is the same, it does not mean that this is Pei Nan's handwriting. Perhaps there is something imitated by everyone, or the letter was indeed written by Pei Nan, but it was not from his wishes."

Qian Jiao guessed in his heart.

"By the way, Master, what's wrong with Abbot Wuming's letter on the day he left the letter?"

Qian Jiao continued to ask.

"What's wrong with this? There's nothing."

The little monk shook his head and said after thinking about it.

Suddenly remembering something, the little monk added: "By the way, that evening, there was also an adult holding the [Tang King's Order] who came to visit and said he wanted to burn incense and worship Buddha. Then I went to inform the abbot. The abbot personally recited sutras and chanted Buddha's name for the man. Three hours later, I saw that the abbot had not come out, so I went in to find him. As a result, the abbot disappeared, and the abbot disappeared, and the only letter was left."

Um?

The man holding the [Tang King's Order] actually came to find Pei Nan?

Is it a coincidence? Or intentional?

Qian Jiao frowned without a trace, but no one saw it because of the black mask.

"By the way, what does that person holding the [Tang King's Order] look like? Maybe I still know him."

Qian Jiao felt that Pei Nan was killed, and it was very likely that this person holding the [Tang King's Order] did it.

"Uh, sorry, the adult was wearing a wide hat and couldn't see his face clearly. The little monk only knew that he was a man, and he was very young when he heard the voice."

The little monk recalled.

"That's right."

Qian Jiao frowned again. Of course, because of wearing a black mask, the little monk could not see his frowning action.

"Master, I wonder if I can take me to the place where Abbot Wuming recites sutras and Buddha's name for that person?"

Qian Jiao felt that he might be able to see a little clue from the scene.

"Of course this is fine, please follow me."

"Master is trouble."

The little monk was in front and the mysterious dragon was behind. The two went to the largest temple in Baoxiang Temple.

Although the place where they set out was not far from the largest temple, because there were many pilgrims in Baoxiang Temple, they walked for a long time before they squeezed through the crowd and entered the largest temple.

"Sir, this is the place where the abbot recites sutras and chants the Buddha's name for the pilgrim holding the [Tang King's Order]."

"The letter was found in front of the Buddha statue."

The little monk pointed to the desk in front of the Buddha statue and said.

Qian Jiao nodded softly, then began to observe the surroundings, and his eyes began to become sharp, like sharp arrows.

Anyone who had looked at him avoided him.
Chapter completed!