Smelling the extremely strong smell of blood, before entering the gate, Chu Xiang's face turned extremely ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not Huangquan Valley."

Huangquan Valley uses poison, so there is no such strong bloody smell at all, only the smell of death.

Fakong nodded.

The two stepped into the gate and saw corpses piled on top of each other in front of the Main Hall, soaked in a pool of blood.

The flat yard in front of the Main Hall originally had a drainage ditch, but it was blocked by the corpse. The blood could not flow out. It all gathered in the yard to form a blood pool, and the corpse was soaked in it.

More than a hundred corpses were stacked six stories high, forming a mountain of corpses. The highest corpse was lying on its back, with a sword pierced through the heart and the sword standing straight upright.

The sword spike is white and flutters slightly.

Outside the threshold of the Main Hall, one person knelt down and the other stood.

Kneeling is the handsome and handsome monk Jingfan, staring directly at the mountain of corpses, especially the corpse with a sword stuck in the heart. It is his master, the abbot of Dayan Temple, Master Zhiming.

Standing next to him was Feng Chaoling.

Feng Chaoling's face was as gloomy as iron, and he stood with his hands behind his back. When he saw Fakong and Chu Xiang coming in, they joined in a tithe, then strode along the verandah to the door, joined each other again, and then clasped their fists.

As the leader of the Qianlong Guard, of course he recognized Chu Xiang.

Chu Xiang clasped his fists and returned the salute: "Old Feng, the corpse is here, is there anyone else?"

"My lord, they are all here." Feng Chaoling said solemnly: "After the murderer killed someone, he gathered the corpses here. This is a demonstration, or he has a deep grudge!"

"Is there any target of suspicion?" Chu Xiang asked.

This method of killing is quite unique. After killing, the bodies are gathered together and stacked into a mountain, and then the sword is left behind.

I just don’t know what the martial arts of the monks in Dayan Temple are like. If their martial arts are good, then this person’s swordsmanship is also good.

"I have no clue." Feng Chaoling shook his head and turned to Fa Kong: "So we can only rely on the master's magical power."

If he hadn't encountered such a tragic incident, if it hadn't been for Jingfan, as the leader of the Qianlong Guard, he would never have asked Fakong for help.

Fa Kong looked at Jing Fan.

Blood oozed from the corners of Monk Jingfan's eyes, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, as if two flames were dancing faintly.

His cheeks bulged and he gritted his teeth, filled with hatred and murderous intent.

Jingfan was an orphan. He entered the temple at a young age and was raised by the abbot Zhiming. He was said to be a master, but in fact it was better than the relationship between father and son.

Jingfan couldn't accept this scene.

When he joined the Qianlong Guard, he had not yet achieved great success, he had not yet become famous in the world, he had not yet repaid the Great Yan Temple, and he had not even repaid his master for his upbringing.

Originally ambitious and confident, with his own qualifications and the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sutra, he will be able to practice like a fish in water in the Qianlong Guard, and he will make great progress with each passing day, and he will soon become famous all over the world and revitalize the Great Yan Temple.

But now, everything is in vain.

"What does he know?" Fakong asked.

Feng Chaoling shook his head: "He said that Dayan Temple is kind to people and has never had any enmity with anyone. If there is any enmity, it is only because he has enmity with several princes."

"Which prince does he suspect is responsible?" Fakong asked.
Chapter completed!