Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

The woman who witnessed the murder scene was the number one member of Wanhonglou, named Yanniang.

She was still sobbing and crying, and her body was stained with blood. Xiao Jianyuan couldn't stand the stench, so he quietly covered his mouth and nose, and stood behind Fu Yaoye.

The top card is indeed the top card, and when she cried, the pear blossoms rained, and the officials slowed down their tone when they interrogated her.

Xiao Jianyuan didn't get close, and listened intermittently, and roughly figured out what happened:

The deceased who had his heart taken out was a well-known local wealthy businessman, who already had several concubines in his family, and was also a frequent visitor to brothels.

He did stay in that room with Yanniang before he died, but according to Yanniang, she just turned her head from the dressing table and saw blood coming out from behind the screen, and as soon as she approached, she saw the tragic state of the deceased .

Xiao Jianyuan also felt lingering fear when he recalled seeing the overwhelming mosaics.

Fu Yaoye listened quietly, her eyes were dark and quiet.

"Immortal, this... what is your opinion?"

The official who received them yesterday asked tremblingly.

On the night when I came to Nanyou City, a case happened under my nose, and no one would be ashamed.

Xiao Jianyuan pondered for a while, and said: "She is not the murderer, why don't you let her go first."

The bloodstains in the inn hadn't been cleaned up yet, and the innkeeper didn't dare to open. There were only a few cleaning waiters in the lobby on the first floor.

"Brother, why do you believe what Yan Niang said?"

Fu Yaoye followed Xiao Jianyuan down the stairs, but stopped at the last step.

His stature was almost equal to Xiao Jianyuan's, and standing on the steps at this moment was much taller than Xiao Jianyuan's.

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Xiao Jianyuan turned his head and looked up at him subconsciously: "I..."

The young man has a handsome face, with a cold and desolate temperament between his brows, which seems to be a thousand miles away from others, but Xiao Jianyuan is used to his cold temperament, and knows that he is gentle and polite when getting along with others.

It's just that Fu Yaoye lowered his eyes and stared at him at this time, his eyes were indifferent, which seemed a bit condescending, which made Xiao Jianyuan a little strange.

"...just a weak woman," Xiao Jianyuan replied, "An ordinary woman is incapable of such a cruel hand."

Hearing the words, Fu Yaoye stretched his brows and eyes, and smiled lightly: "Well, I will take it as my senior brother who pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and just pity her."

Eh?

Xiao Jianyuan was taken aback for a moment, and after understanding what he said, he quickly denied: "Of course not!"

You haven't seen the real murderer yet!Although she is also a woman, she is a cruel and merciless female devil...

He wanted to say something more, but Fu Yaoye suddenly looked at the door of the inn.

"Amitabha, may I ask the two benefactors, are they disciples of Qingheng Mountain?"

A monk in green stood outside the door, folded his hands together, and recited a Buddha's mantra.

Xiao Jianyuan turned his head to look, but before he could see his face clearly, the long-quiet system in his mind suddenly came online:

[Important person, disciple of Xuanzhen Temple, Wuchen]

Xiao Jianyuan's eyes lit up.

The original book "Magic to God" is almost like an autobiography of a villain. The protagonist has traveled the path that other villains have to go; on the contrary, Xiao Jianyuan believes that the only positive character is the monk named Wuchen in front of him.

Not to mention Wuchen's outstanding talent in Buddhism and Taoism, the important thing is that he has integrity in three views. After the protagonist fell into the devil, he did not make trouble like others, but advised the protagonist.

He even helped the protagonist to deceive the people sent by Qingheng Mountain to hunt him down!

Wu Chen said: "The poor monk's name is Wu Chen. This time, I came here to investigate the heart-digging corpses that have appeared frequently in Nanyou City recently."

Xiao Jianyuan bowed back: "Sheng Lang, disciple of Qingheng Mountain, will accompany me to send disciple Fu Yaoye to go down the mountain to practice."

After he finished speaking, there was no movement from Fu Yaoye, and he looked over in confusion.

Fu Yaoye was still standing on the steps, motionless.

The morning light penetrated through the cracks in the window sash, and against the light, he walked down the stairs slowly, revealing his face little by little.

He opened the mouth and said: "Next..."

His voice was like the frost of late autumn, his cold voice was a little hoarse, he coughed lightly, and then continued:

"A disciple of Qingheng Mountain, Fu Yaoye, has met the master."

After exchanging with Wu Chen the information they both had, the three of them stayed overnight in the guest room of the county government office in the city.

Also going to the county government office is the discoverer of the first scene of the murder, Yanniang from Wanhualou.

But she was imprisoned.

Wu Chen said: "The murderer took the risk of being discovered to kill, and he will definitely come back and attack her again."

When Yanniang heard this, she cried pitifully: "The immortal must find out the real culprit, and return Yanniang's innocence..."

Wu Chen held the rosary in his hand and said nothing; Fu Yaoye kept his face cold and expressionless.

Xiao Jianyuan: "..."

After simply tidying up and settling down, Xiao Jianyuan knocked on the door of Fu Yaoye's room next door.

The people in the house did not open the door, they stood at the door and asked through the door: "Senior brother, what's the matter?"

Xiao Jianyuan hurriedly said: "I see you haven't eaten too much tonight, so I'll bring you a bowl of egg custard."

The people inside the door were silent for a while, then opened the door, and took the porcelain bowl from Xiao Jianyuan's hand.

Xiao Jianyuan glanced at Fu Yaoye's face and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

The two sat down at the table facing each other. Fu Yaoye had no expression on his face. He casually stirred the egg custard with a spoon, and replied, "It's just that I didn't sleep last night, so I'm a little tired."

From this morning, Xiao Jianyuan found that Fu Yaoye had been silent.

Although Fu Yaoye didn't talk much on weekdays, it was the first time Xiao Jianyuan saw him so low-key.

Today Li Wuchen has been following them in the city to search for clues, but Xiao Jianyuan couldn't ask, and didn't come to see until night.

Fu Yaoye pinched the porcelain spoon with her slender and delicate fingers, scooped up a spoonful of custard, and fed it into her mouth.

Xiao Jianyuan watched him eagerly eating half a bowl, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

The orange custard is delicate and smooth, and there are a few shrimps hidden underneath.Fu Yaoye is still in the stage of Qi training, he has not been able to fast, and the desire to talk has not been eradicated, so he lowered his eyes and nodded: "Yes."

"As long as it's delicious," Xiao Jianyuan raised his chin and watched him eat with a smile: "Brother will make it for you tomorrow."

The spoon hit the porcelain bowl, making a crisp crashing sound.Fu Yaoye looked up a little surprised: "Did you do it yourself?"

"Well," Xiao Jianyuan nodded, and said, "I see that there is no one in the small kitchen here, so I took two eggs and a handful of shrimps and made something simple."

Fu Yaoye didn't speak, but his expression didn't look so bad anymore.

"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed early after eating." Xiao Jianyuan flicked the wick, and the warm light illuminated most of the room.

Seeing him standing up, Fu Yaoye seemed to be about to leave, so he said, "Brother also rest earlier."

"Ah, I still want to go to Master Wuchen," Xiao Jianyuan said as he pushed the door open, "I've heard that Master Wuchen is good at supernatural powers. I want to ask him to take a look at these five murders..."

He heard the porcelain bowl fall heavily on the table, but when he turned his head, he saw Fu Yaoye turning his head and facing him with a half-cold side face: "Senior brother, go quickly."

Xiao Jianyuan closed the door for him, walked into the corridor, wondering: "What's wrong with him?"

The system that had been silent for a long time suddenly said in his mind: "It's not five piles..."

Xiao Jianyuan, who was stabbed by the stabbing electric current, had a headache and couldn't hear the second part of the sentence clearly: "What?"

There was silence in the corridor, and Xiao Jianyuan couldn't hear the wind.

The sound of the system finally came back to normal, it said:

"It's not five homicides, it's already the sixth."

The mechanical voice resounding in his mind aroused goosebumps all over Xiao Jianyuan's body.

Before he could understand the meaning of what the system said, he suddenly heard a soft female voice sounding behind him:

"Immortal, please stay."

Xiao Jianyuan paused and turned around.

"A cultivator has the world in his heart, but does an immortal have me in his heart?"

A strange fragrance rushed over Xiao Jianyuan's head and face, he shook his body, and when he closed his eyes, there was a weird smile on Yanniang's face.

Qingheng Mountain, Changhui Peak.

The huge gossip array landed in front of Huiri Hall, like a chessboard.

Lu Mengsheng kept his voice calm, and there seemed to be faint lights moving between his fingers, and even the chess pieces on the gossip array were moving.

"South of Jingyue," Zhong Yurong stood aside quietly, and murmured, "Is it the area around Nanyou City?"

Lu Mengsheng said worriedly, "There's more than just a wave of devilish energy."

"I go."

Suddenly a person came walking on the wind, the skirt of his clothes was stained with the fragrance of grass and trees, and waved away the gossip formation full of stars.

"The two disciples of the sect master brother are both in Nanyou City. I am afraid that Moxiu will go for them."

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"Magic to God":

"...After everyone left and walked away, Fu Yaoye dared to cough up a mouthful of blood and struggled to get out from behind the Buddha statue.

Wuchen's eyes were full of compassion, but he seemed to be unable to see Fu Yaoye who was covered in blood.

"Oh, be merciful..." Fu Yaoye said bitterly, "You and them... are the same!" '"