As the farmer finished speaking, there was a sound of high heels at the door.

The Countess waved her ivory fan leisurely and walked into the door step by step.

"You actually have the ability to kill the Master of Baiyun Temple?"

"The king said that this old man is not weak."

The farmer snorted coldly:

"So what?"

"How can I possibly feel wary when facing my junior brother who I have been with day and night for many years?"

The countess smiled slightly and closed her ivory fan:

"Farmer, I have to say... your scarecrow's weird story is really useful."

"Fel off a person's skin, add the straw condensed with supernatural power to yourself, and then you can use someone else's skin."

"The aura, image, and demeanor can be imitated exactly the same. No one can see through it except the king."

"Well, it's not unjust that the old temple master died because of this."

Immediately, the countess walked to the body of the Baiyun Temple Master.

Behind him, the ghostly Bloody Mary gave out a cold smile.

The blood splashing around started to be peeled off little by little, and gathered into the body of Kaidan Mary.

"I will use various means to preserve the old man's body so that he will not rot immediately."

"In this case... even if a gangster from the Ten Underworld Department comes to investigate, there will definitely be no results."

"It's a pity that I don't know where the key to the Taiping Jing is stored."

The farmer sneered:

"What are you afraid of?"

"The king must know. Is there anything in this world that he doesn't understand?"

"I will continue to hide in Baiyun Temple."

"As for this old man, I will disguise myself as a scarecrow to buy you time to erode the dragon's veins."

…

At this moment, the screen slowly disappeared.

Kongsang's consciousness also returned to his body.

When he opened his eyes and looked at the Baiyun Temple Master who had been dead for more than half a month, his eyebrows were filled with sadness.

Then, he bowed respectfully to the Master of Baiyun Temple:

"senior."

"Don't worry."

"Whether it's the White Cloud Temple, the Dragon Vein matter, or... it's your junior brother's injustice, we will handle it for you!"

"Go in peace!"

At this moment, a drop of blood and tears fell from the eyes of Master Baiyun.

There was a hint of peace in his expression.

Then, it turned into a little bit of fluorescence and disappeared.

Kong Sang took a deep breath, but a relaxed expression appeared on his face.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yuecheng asked, "Your mood seems to have improved?"

Kong Sang smiled bitterly and said:

"It's the farmer from the Ghost Stories Association who took action. He should be... capable of pretending to be anyone."

"The old master of the temple has capsized in the gutter."

"However... this can also prove that the farmer is pretending to be the disciple of Guanzhu, not... Chen Tao."

"Maybe Chen Tao was just temporarily dizzy after being bathed in sandalwood."

Zhao Yuecheng nodded.

He didn't ask any further questions.

However, seeing Kong Sang frowning, he knew that things were not that simple.

Kong Sang glanced at Zhao Yuecheng, but seemed to know what the other person was worried about, and smiled:

"I know what you want to ask."

Immediately, Kong Sang informed Zhao Yuecheng of the whole story.

Kong Sang also made it very clear about her worries.

Although there is no need to worry about Chen Tao's identity for the time being.

But there's still a problem.

Because in the memory of the old temple master, he himself did not know where the key to the Taiping Sutra was.

The farmer and the countess were even less clear.

However, the Countess seemed to know something in the end and stopped him at Zushan!

This shows that they must know the key to the Taiping Jing!

So...who said that?

A secret that even the leaders of the Quanzhen Dragon Gate Sect of Taoism don't know, would a few Europeans from the Weird Tales Association know?

Then, the problem most likely lies with the so-called King of the Ghost Stories Association!

The most worrying thing is the identity of the king.

After all, there is a world of difference in the level of secrecy between knowing the methods of the ten Yin tribes and knowing the whereabouts of the key to the "Taiping Sutra"!

This is enough to show that the identity of the king is a figure like Mount Tai in the entire Jiuzhou sect and the three religions and nine streams!

Suddenly, Kong Sang's footsteps stopped.

"Just now... in the memory, the countess and the farmer said that the king is a man who knows everything..."

At this moment, Kong Sang's expression became a little scary.

Zhao Yuecheng's pupils shrank, and a person who was never very surprised also showed a cautious expression:

"You want to say...Boss Zheng Bai Ze?!"

"impossible!"

"Bai Ze is an auspicious beast, what position does he have to do this!"

Kong Sang said in a deep voice:

"Don't forget what Wang Zhi said when he left!"

"Jedi Tiantong!"

"This is a myth and legend circulated around Emperor Zhuanxu, one of the Five Emperors."

"Forget it, this is also conjecture."

"Come on little by little."

…

Later, Kong Sang called Xia Liang directly:

"Director, I just want to ask you something."

"Half a month ago, did you receive news from Baiyunguan that there was evil in the dragon veins guarded by Baiyunguan?"

Xia Liang, who was happily eating a lollipop, immediately changed his expression when he heard Kong Sang's words.

"When did it happen!"

"Half a month ago?!"

"I had no idea!"

Kong Sang said in a deep voice:

"Baiyun Temple has ten branches of the Yin, so it is still stable."

"Who is the murderer behind the scenes? He is also in Baiyun Temple at the moment."

"Also, since there is something wrong with the dragon vein guarding the Taoist ancestral court."

"It's best to check other important nodes as well!"

"For example... Tantuo Temple, which has the longest history in Beijing, is a Buddhist temple that has been built since the Western Jin Dynasty. Dragon Vein Luck is probably also very important!"
To be continued...