Chapter 382 The Old Monk of the Ancient Temple of Mirror Flowers and Water Moon

At this time, in the bright room of Jia Zhai’s main hall.

Including top masters like Zhongqin.

Others couldn't smell the bloody smell on Qi Youlu's body at all.

Seeing that he was still dressed luxuriously and neatly, there was no trace of blood.

I don’t even understand what Jia Cong means.

They all cast doubtful glances.

Qi Youlu looked tired.

He secretly winked at Jia Cong, indicating that he would elaborate later.

He came forward and bowed to Jia She Zhongqin, Jia Jing, Jia Mu and others.

He asked softly: "Father-in-law, what do you want from my son-in-law?"

Jia Jing whispered in Jia Daishan's ear: "Brother Lu, he quietly went to Mrs. Gaoming's house to see the little-faced treasure."

On the other side, Jia Daishan quietly sneaked into Mrs. Gaoming's house.

From jealousy to brotherly hostility.

And definitely not Jia Cong.

Anyway, I think I understand how Jia Cong disappeared.

"He has been riddled with injustice, but he finally gets it right!"

The incense candles outside the main hall are extinguished all year round, and the lights are brilliant.

Jia Zhai saw that Jia She, Jia Mu and others had left.

Jia Jing quickly asked: "Which one is injured?"

After saying a few words, Jia Lian smiled and started talking again.

Xiren Sheyue is guarding me on one right and one on the left.

It looks like it again.

Tie Zhongxia entered the main hall, only said a few words to Jia She and Zhongqin, and came out immediately.

"The little-faced baby is still capable of humanity."

And poor Qi Youlu has been strangled to death by me.

In one sentence, Qian Lun's heart skipped a beat.

"You want to go and pay homage to your grandfather to get good luck."

Seeing that scene, it seems real and illusory, just think it is a dream

"In that case, let's all go and say goodbye."

With that said, he got in the car at the gate of Ningguo Mansion.

Jia She drove off.

"Two brothers, I will go to see the prince first."

He then smashed open Jia Cong's warehouse and collected all the few belongings inside.

So Qian Lun asked Qi Youlu brothers to be buried nearby.

Go straight to Jiangyunxuan to see the little-faced treasure.

"Could it be that some kind of fox fairy Huang Xiaoxian kicked him away?"

The Qilin Guards are the descendants of the unscrupulous personal guards of the past and have been inherited from generation to generation.

Originally, we were going to worship our ancestors tomorrow, New Year’s Eve.

Taking advantage of this free moment, Jia Cong first briefly told Qi Youlu what happened in Jia's house today.

With that said, he, Zhongqin, Jia Mu, Jia Lian and Jia Jing all left Zhangdian.

"Please forgive me for helping me or my subordinates."

"Is this a dream?"

Who would be interested in prudishness?

"The loyalty of the Qilin Guards is beyond doubt."

Kicked two big girls.

Jia Mu opened the main hall and placed eight pillars of incense herself.

…………………………

He still went to check Aunt Zhou's body first.

Qian Lunqiang yawned and said with a tired smile: "It's true, it's done. Anyway, a dead horse is treated as a living horse."

What I care more about is that old man Qian Lunqiang does not have the ability to interfere in worldly affairs at will.

"Is he going to go with Lian'er?"

Take Qian Lun and Jia Lian to the platform from the corner gate of the ancestral hall.

He tightened his mink fur collar and asked loudly: "Eighth brother, the seventh uncle's disappearance is inexplicable."

"Cong'er, take Lu with you to have a look."

Jia Jing said: "Okay, this little family is going, and dad also said he was going yesterday."

The eight people paid their respects one by one.

Jia Daishan’s forehead is full of question marks.

Jia Jing kept calling out the unscrupulous people in his heart.

"You just went to the umrah meeting tomorrow morning."

If you want to sell it, sell it or go out.

The old monk is like a clay or wood sculpture, full of knowledge but deaf to hearing.

Jia Jing said calmly: "How did he manage disinfection, anesthesia, hemostasis, anti-infection and anti-inflammation before surgery?"

"Youliang old man, was he the one who took his eldest son away?"

Jia Daishan was undoubtedly the number one medical expert of that era!

As soon as the funeral is over, Jia Zhai is going to lock up the house for His Highness Zhang.

He won’t come back until the first day of the first lunar month at most before the family’s banquet.

"Who doesn't have such low skills to rescue Uncle Qi in full view of everyone?"

"How did you get there?"

In that era, it was common to ask the ancestors when something happened.

Emperor Yongtai can naturally still squat in Xiaoguanyuan and relax.

"The injured person will leave Beijing next time..."

Jia She immediately stood up and said, "Since there are no clues, it would be beneficial to stay out there."

Jia Daishan said: "This is not the person that Uncle Shanzhang and Master Yang want you to save..."

"Little Master, save you!"

Jia Cong called out a few times and saw that the old monk was speaking.

Jia She sighed: "Brother Tie, please excuse me for leaving."

"That's true, that's true too. Could it be that the mountain spirit Lin Mei is causing trouble?"

But I completely knew that the person I pinched today was Qi Youlu.

"It's all gone."

When Mother Jia saw the chaos in the house in the seventh room, it was really a passing sight.

"It was a rescue, but he died immediately..."

An idea vaguely emerged in Jia Zhai's mind.

Then he walked towards the temple gate.

I told Jia Zhai, Jia She Zhongqin, and prepared to return home.

Feeling slightly worried.

Jia She frowned and said: "Your second uncle strangled Aunt Zhou to death and disappeared out of thin air."

And when I walked to the temple gate, I heard a thunderous shout in front of me!
To be continued...