"I?"

Guan Ning felt confused. What does it have to do with him?

"Tongji, stop talking nonsense!"

Daowu scolded him directly.

But Tongji continued: "Uncle, can't you still say it? Now senior brother Qingzhen is dead!"

"Um?"

Seeing the serious look on his face, Guan Ning became even more confused.

"What does it have to do with me?"

"It's because of the Mahayana Buddhism you proposed."

"Mahayana Buddhism?"

Tongji said: "The Mahayana Buddhism you proposed is very different from the concept we practice. After the Dharma Classification that day, everyone discussed it and had disagreements."

"Senior Brother Qingzhen's original practice of Buddhism was deeply rooted, but suddenly he had external opinions. He fell into entangled reflections, doubts and denials. In the end, he couldn't bear it and drank poison in front of the Buddha and died..."

"Um?"

Guan Ning looked dull.

What a refreshing and refined reason!

"So, Master Qingzhen has gone crazy?"

"So to speak."

Tongji said: "In fact, senior brother Qingzhen is not an exception in Hanshan Temple...so please leave the donor and don't set foot in Hanshan Temple again!"

"Tongji, don't talk nonsense!"

The host Daoxin opened his mouth and scolded him.

"Don't worry about the donor, he is talking nonsense."

"Put Qingzhen away. Tomorrow I will personally liberate him. Let's leave like this."

"Is it broken up?"

Guan Ning was stunned once again.

When a person dies, there is no investigation into the cause of death or the reason?

Qingzhen is still his apprentice, right?

As for the reasons given by Tongji, he didn't believe them at all.

Maybe it's possible.

When he spoke about Mahayana Buddhism, Wukong looked wrong, fell into doubt, and then denied it himself.

But he accepted it and understood it clearly.

That's why he worshiped himself as his teacher.

Can you commit suicide because of this?

It's simply impossible!

Then just say it and leave it, and just reveal it lightly...

This is too hasty!

It’s too abnormal!

It's possible that they are hiding something?

Guan Ning's heart moved slightly, observing everyone's expressions.

Daowu was about to speak but stopped. He wanted to say something but seemed to be concerned about Abbot Daoxin.

Abbot Daoxin looked sad, among other things.

The most abnormal thing is Tongji. It was his senior brother who died, but he didn't feel any sadness at all. Instead, he was particularly defensive about himself...

Guan Ning exhaled inwardly.

This situation is a good thing.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster, which means there is something wrong with them, and my previous inference is correct.

The current situation is that there is a beginning and an end, and no middle.

A line is needed to connect these, and then the truth will be revealed...

It ended in such a hasty manner.

Guan Ning is an outsider and doesn't even care, so what can you say?

He and Wukong were going to the Sutra Pavilion again.

Guan Ning always felt that the murderer's motive must have religious elements, but he didn't find it...

Find another night and try your luck.

"Master, I noticed a problem."

"What?"

Wukong said: "According to what they just described, Master Qingzhen was kneeling in front of the Buddha... he should be repenting."

"repent?"

"Kneel before the Buddha, either to make a wish or to repent."

"are you sure?"

"Sure."

Guan Ning remembered this detail, and he also felt like he had caught something, but also seemed not to catch anything.

"Let's go and read a book."

He took Wukong back to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The night is already very deep.

At this moment, in a room, candlelight flickered.

"Master, he is dead. Uncle, do you know what this means? Now that Guan Ning has entered Hanshan Temple, he is probably investigating that matter, and he may also have mastered something. What should we do?"

A panicked voice came to mind.

"Why are you panicking? Senior brother Qingzhen is scaring himself. He deserves to die. He has forgotten his identity. He is King Dhrita. He is too cowardly."

Immediately afterwards, another voice sounded.

"How...how can you say that."

"Am I wrong to say that?"

"We can't make any more mistakes. I won't be the king anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Master committed suicide not because of cowardice, but because he woke up and knew that he could not continue to make mistakes, so he repented in front of the Buddha. I...I can't..."

"Alas, as the protectors of the law, I feel ashamed for you. In this case, you should go and find your master."

"Uncle Master, you..."

He just opened his mouth, but couldn't speak, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

A silver needle was inserted into his neck.

Soon his face and lips began to turn purple, indicating that he had died of poisoning.

Another person placed his body in a kneeling posture, exactly the same as when Monk Qingzhen died, and then he quietly left...

"Guan Ning, are you really here to investigate the case? Regardless of whether you are or not, you deserve to die!"

Under the cover of night, a pair of cold eyes were filled with murderous intent.

In the Sutra Pavilion, candlelight flickered.

Guan Ning is surrounded by books and scriptures.

no!

Not yet!

None of it is what I want!

Guan Ning leaned against the bookshelf, feeling restless!

Separated by two bookshelves, Wukong also sat on the ground and read.

But it's different from Guan Ning.
To be continued...