After the villagers who led the way narrated it, Xu Qingyun and the two learned about it.
The ruined temple is on the top of a small mountain, which is not very high.
There are generally two roads up the mountain, one is from Gaoshan Village, and the other is from the other side of the mountain.
The villagers led the way, and the climb up the mountain was not slow.
Forty minutes later, the shadow of the ruined temple appeared in front of Xu Qingyun's eyes. It was obvious that they had arrived.
"We're here, there's that ruined temple ahead."
"It is said that this temple used to be called Xiangming Temple. It was built during the Ming Dynasty. Emperors used to offer incense here. Later, for some unknown reason, the temple was abandoned and became what it is now."
The villagers said that they had heard from the village about the ruined temple.
Xu Qingyun and Mo Yanyu smelled the ruined temple in front of them from a distance. The ruins were surrounded by weeds, the walls were peeling off, and the tiles were broken. The name of the temple was unrecognizable and it was in a dilapidated state.
Xu Qingyun looked at the villager who was leading the way and said, "You go back to the village first and wait for the news."
The villagers were stunned when they heard this, and then said anxiously: "Comrade police, don't you need my help? I am good at farm work and have great strength. I can help you catch the criminal together."
Xu Qingyun shook his head: "You go back and wait for the news, and just hand over the criminal to us."
Seeing that Xu Qingyun did not intend to let him participate, the villagers had no choice but to nod and go back down the mountain to wait for news.
If he were just an ordinary criminal, Xu Qingyun might have asked the villagers to help, but the person inside the ruined temple was likely to be a powerful warrior. Not only would it be difficult for the villagers to help, but they would also most likely become hostages.
Therefore, the best choice is to let the villagers go back and wait for news.
After the villagers left, Xu Qingyun glanced at Mo Yanyu beside him: "Let's go."
Mo Yanyu nodded, and the two of them walked towards the ruined temple ahead.
The Eye of the Candle Dragon was opened, and Xu Qingyun looked into the ruined temple.
"Huh!"
Xu Qingyun couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
Immediately a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
Xu Qingyun and Mo Yanyu finally entered this ruined temple. In the main hall, there was a huge Buddha statue, covered with a thick layer of dust.
In this ruined temple, two people are resting here at the moment.
But these two people were not the warriors Xu Qingyun and the others were looking for, but two monks, one big and one small, and Xu Qingyun knew these two monks.
Hearing footsteps coming from outside, the two monks in the ruined temple looked toward the door.
"Donor, it's you, why are you here?" One of the monks said in surprise.
Another monk also shouted: "Senior!"
"I still want to ask, why are you here?" Xu Qingyun said with a bitter smile.
The beggar was not found, but the two monks were met.
Mo Yanyu looked at the two monks, one big and one small, inside the ruined temple, and then looked at Xu Qingyun.
She did not know these two monks, but it was obvious that Xu Qingyun knew these two monks.
The two monks in the ruined temple were the fat monk selling fake talismans and his apprentice, the young monk Mingxin, whom Xu Qingyun saw last time in the ghost market.
At that time, Xu Qingyun also saved the lives of these two people.
I never expected that we would meet again in this ruined temple.
"Almsgiver Xu, we are really destined." The fat monk said with a smile, "We, the master and the disciple, have been traveling all over the world. We happened to pass by this place and found a ruined temple here. We plan to rest here for one night and set off again tomorrow."
Xu Qingyun remained calm, but in his heart he didn't quite believe what the fat monk said.
This fat monk gives people a mysterious and crazy feeling.
Since the other party refused to tell the truth, Xu Qingyun stopped asking further questions.
"Have you seen a beggar here?" Xu Qingyun asked directly.
"Beggars!" The fat monk shook his head, "I didn't see any beggars."
The young monk understood his intentions and shook his head obediently and said: "Senior, we didn't see any beggars here."
"Senior, are you looking for a beggar?"
After hesitating for a while, Xu Qingyun decided to tell them about it.
Xu Qingyun briefly recounted the case of the missing children, and also named the warriors who might live in the ruined temple.
"Hundreds of children are missing?!" After hearing this, the fat monk couldn't help but change his expression.
"Master, let's help investigate this matter together. Those children are very pitiful." After listening to Xu Qingyun's story, the young monk Mingxin directly asked his master for help.
The little monk Ming Xin was an orphan since he was a child.
The fat monk was about to say something when suddenly his fat ears moved and he heard the noise coming from outside the ruined temple.
Xu Qingyun and Mo Yanyu also heard sounds outside, which were footsteps, and someone was approaching the ruined temple.
Xu Qingyun looked directly at the Eye of the Candle Dragon and looked outside the ruined temple.
Immediately afterwards, his expression was shocked!
It's him!
Without any hesitation, Xu Qingyun rushed outside.
Mo Yanyu followed closely, and two monks, one large and one small, also followed him out.
Outside the ruined temple, a person was walking slowly at this moment. This person's clothes were in tatters, he had long hair, his expression was cold, and his eyes had a fierce light.
The first impression I get is that of beggars and homeless people.
At this time, he was carrying something like a medicine basket on his back. It was very huge and was covered with a piece of cloth.
Through the perspective of the Zhulong Eye, Xu Qingyun knew that there was a six or seven-year-old boy in the medicine basket. The boy was unconscious and did not know whether he was alive or dead.
This man's facial features are very similar to those drawn by Mo Yanyu based on the descriptions given by Police Officer Zhao and the villagers.
Obviously, this man is the warrior who attacked Police Officer Zhao, and he is also the warrior who the villagers in Gaoshan Village said lived in the ruined temple.
Seeing the child carried in the medicine basket, Xu Qingyun knew that this person must be the murderer of the hundreds of missing children.
When the beggar warrior saw Xu Qingyun and the others, he was slightly startled for a moment, then his expression turned cold, and a pair of eyes burst out with strong murderous intent.
"I didn't expect you to find this place."
The voice of this beggar warrior was very hoarse. I don't know if the voice was just like that or if it was done deliberately.
"Tell me quickly, where are you hiding the children you captured?" Mo Yanyu stared at the murderer coldly and asked loudly.
The beggar warrior smiled coldly: "You can guess what happened to those children."
Xu Qingyun knew that it was impossible for this guy to tell the whereabouts of the missing children directly, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense to him.
The golden sword light shines, and Longli Sword appears in his hand.
The spiritual energy in the body explodes, the sword power surges, and the sword intent condenses.
Xu Qingyun held the Longli Sword and killed directly towards the opponent.
The beggar warrior had no fear at all. The powerful Qi in his body surged and he faced the enemy with his bare hands. He slapped his palm out and the shadow of his palm struck.
Xu Qingyun was worried about accidentally injuring the child in the other person's backpack, so he did not dare to take action with all his strength. He just dealt with the person, looking for the right opportunity, and thought of saving the child first.