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Chapter 697: The Transmigrated Control Group (End)

"And, can this be done?"

The eldest princess was a little surprised after hearing Annie's words.

Annie smiled, "The world is so big and strange. Even if it is not a blood relative, there are people who look exactly the same in the world. In addition, those monks look different from our Daxia people. In our eyes, they all look similar, so as long as the facial features are somewhat similar, we can't tell them."

This is the same as in later generations, when white people look at black people and yellow people look at face-blind, while Chinese people look at bad people and face-blind.

"Well, after hearing what you said, there is something really right."

The eldest princess tilted her head and thought about it carefully. The people of Daxia are open and the guests are all over the world. The capital of the country has people from all over the world.

Among them are the blonde Hu people, dark-skinned people, and Kunlun slaves, which the nobles like very much.

Those people look different from those of Daxia.

If you are not very familiar with these people, it is difficult to distinguish them!

It turns out that it is easy to make people blind. If their facial features are a little similar, they will treat people as the same person.

Thinking of this, the eldest princess immediately had an idea.

She hurried back to the palace.

Three days later, the eldest princess returned to Qingquan Temple with a smile on her face, "Er Niang, you are right, that monk, oh, it's the group monk, it's really a liar."

The eldest princess's method is very simple. She directly ordered someone to secretly tattoo the monk, and it was made of the most unique paint from the royal family, which was difficult for the folk to imitate.

Then, the eldest princess ordered the other monk to be killed.

The next day, another monk who looked very similar appeared on Zhuque Street.

The eldest princess ordered someone to bring him, and after careful inspection, he found that he did not have the tattoo on him.

All of this was done in front of the saint, so when the saint saw the monk without a tattoo, he immediately realized that he had been deceived.

The saint was furious and threw the monk to the Baiqisi, allowing them to investigate happily.

The Baiqisi was cruel and received a confession from the monk in less than a day.

Sure enough, there were six of them in total, and they looked almost the same. In order to win the trust of Emperor Daxia, four of them had died, and now only two were left.

In addition to him, there is another person hiding in a private house in the capital.

According to the confession of the monk, Baiqisi found the house and caught a man who was 70 to 80% similar to the monk.

The Baiqisi brought both of them to the imperial court and saw two men who looked very similar. They were so smart that there was nothing else that they didn’t understand?!

However, in order to determine the speculation, the saint ordered the Baiqisi to continue investigating and found the capital of the four people.

Fortunately, the four people died shortly after a while, the weather was cold, and the bodies did not rot.

Looking at the row of six similar heads, the saint didn't speak, and his face was extremely gloomy.

The eldest princess thought that the matter of "Eternal Life" had passed.

Unexpectedly, the saint became more and more obsessed with this incident.

This time he did not believe in any other monks, but became a believer of the eminent monk Yixuan in the capital.

"Master Yixuan?"

When Annie heard this name, she thought, "Well, the original owner was imprisoned by the emperor, and finally she was stripped of the seeds of the Spirit Spring by a Taoist monk.

Could that monk be Master Yixuan?

Moreover, Annie also found out that An Huarong, the cheap cousin in Annan Marquis' Mansion, had also secretly found some masters.

A few days ago, news came back from Beijing that An Huarong went to Baiyun Temple where Master Yixuan was.

Anne secretly raised her alert.

Sure enough, three days later, an eunuch came to pass the order and ordered Anne to enter the palace.

Annie changed into a new Taoist robe, packed it up, and went to Tai Chi Palace alone.

In Liangyi Hall, the saints and the eldest princess sat high in the hall.

When the princess saw Annie come in, she moved her lips slightly, but in the end she ended up saying nothing.

What surprised Annie was that Annan Hou and Wang were also present.

"Do I call you An Huani or Mingjing?"

The saint did not wait for Annie to kneel down and bow, and asked coldly, "Tell me, where are you from? Why do you want to occupy An Huani's body?"

Annie raised her eyebrows and subconsciously glanced at Annan Hou and his wife.

Both of them dodged their eyes when they faced Annie, and their faces were even more evidently guilty.

Anne knew it, it seemed that they had told the truth to the saint.

Yes, although she has become very close to Annan Hou and his wife in the past two years, she is not the relatives of the legitimate relatives.

At the critical moment, the Annan Hou and his wife would "confess" to the saint, which is not incomprehensible.

Anne can’t be sad, it’s human nature.

She had worked so hard to repair her relationship with Annan Hou’s Mansion before, not because Annan Hou would be able to sacrifice herself for her in a crisis, but just hoped that she would not cause hatred and let others take the initiative to revenge.

"I am An Huani and Mingjing. As for why I came here and became An Huani, I don't know. This should be God's arrangement."

Annie had long thought that there would be such a day, so when she really faced it, there was no surprise or fear at all.

"What a witch who speaks wildly. After hearing what you said, wouldn't you become the daughter of destiny?" said a somewhat hoarse male voice.

Annie looked in the sound, but saw a monk in his fifties and sixties.

He was born with a very good look, with a round face and wide ears, clear eyebrows and eyes. With the smell of sandalwood all over his body, he looked a bit masterful.

However, Annie still felt a bad aura from the other party.

This kind of aura with obvious negative emotions should not really appear on a monk who has attained enlightenment.

This person probably has nothing to say.

Oh, no, this person is still a little skillful.

He walked to Anne, looked at her carefully, circled around her, and then walked to the stranger and replied in a low voice, "I can't see the origin of this witch, but she does have a strange spiritual power on her body. If she can get this spiritual power, it will definitely benefit the saint's way of immortality."

Yixuan's voice was very low, but Anne's ears were super strong, so she could hear what he said clearly.

It seems she is right that this old monk is indeed the one who stripped away the original owner of the Spirit Spring Seed in the original plot.

And Annie also clearly felt that the old monk had a clear bloody aura, which showed that his hands were stained with human life and an innocent person who had no grudges with him!

It turns out that she is an evil monk and still has a grudge against the original owner. Since this is the case, don’t blame her for being rude!

"Oh? There is really something wrong with this? Then ask the mage to do it quickly."

The saint was already fascinated by the word "Eternal Life". When he heard that Annie had a treasure that made him live forever, he quickly urged Yixuan to urge him.

Yixuan did not refuse. He did have some tricks. He took off the Buddhist beads on his neck and held them in his hand. While reciting scriptures, he was doing the same around Anne.

Annie obviously felt an invisible big hand in the air, tightly grasping the spiritual spring seed bound to her body, and then pulled it out vigorously.

Annie raised her eyebrows, oh, this Yixuan is really capable.

However, he is still no match for her.

Annie snorted softly, "You even dare to pretend to be a Buddhist monk?"

Annie's cold snorkeled, but to Yixuan, it seemed like a thunderclap, directly hitting the depths of his soul.

Puff~~

Yixuan spitted out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were full of fear, as if he had suffered a huge stimulation, and murmured: "Daughter of Destiny, are you really the daughter of Destiny? The destiny of heaven cannot be violated, and the destiny of heaven cannot be desecrated!"

Not only did Yixuan fail to take away the spiritual spring, he was frightened and went crazy on the spot.

The saint was also surprised to see this scene with his own eyes.

Especially Yixuan's crazy shouting "The Destiny of Heaven" and "The Destiny of Heaven cannot be violated" made the saint even more afraid.

Although the saint called himself the Emperor, he knew very well that he was not God's son at all.

Now, he, the "Son of Heaven", has met a real "Heavenly Girl". A cold snorting can scare a Buddhist monk crazy, which shows his ability.

Facing such a person with background and ability, he is as tough as a saint and dare not provoke him easily...
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