Next to the winding road, there is a simple thatched house.
There are several tables and chairs placed on the side near the road, and a gorgeous woman in her thirties is sitting on them, bored and drowsy.
The setting sun was hanging in the distant horizon, spreading a touch of rouge into the vast sky.
The breeze ruffled the treetops, making the bright red look a little more psychedelic.
The beautiful scenery was broken by the rapid sound of horse hooves.
When we got close, three or five tough men came down immediately.
They let go of the reins and let their horses wander to the side of the road to eat grass without fear of running away.
The dazed woman woke up when she heard the sound. When she saw several men sitting down, she immediately put on a smile.
"The guests have been working hard all the way. Are they eating or staying in a hotel?"
Among the several men, the leader was the youngest.
Laugh before saying anything, and travel around the world with a few people.
"There is no rush to eat, no rush to stay in the hotel, but there is no delay in seeking to see the true Buddha."
The woman's face changed slightly, then returned to normal.
"A few of you are joking. This is a small shop in the wilderness. Even lonely souls and wild ghosts can't stand it. How can I talk about the true Buddha?"
The man shook his head slowly, his smile not diminishing.
"The real Buddha has always been in the mountains, let alone the Iron-faced Buddha."
The woman's face changed drastically and her figure retreated sharply.
She is fast, and these men are faster.
Several flashes of lightning suddenly flashed, and the woman let out a scream, and her back hit the pillar heavily.
When she looked again, she realized that an iron arrow as thick as a brush had penetrated her shoulder and nailed her to the pillar.
There was a loud sound of shattering doors and windows in the thatched house behind, and several shop assistants wielding swords rushed forward.
However, before they could land, the sound of the crossbows bursting out was as urgent as the black and white impermanence calling for death.
Four or five guys fell to the ground one after another. They were already dead and could no longer die.
The woman's face turned pale, and she couldn't help but tremble when she saw this scene.
"I wonder who these people are? This little girl is setting up a shop here to make a living. Why is she so evil to you?"
The young leading man sat motionless, as if the killing that had just happened was like a passing cloud.
"We have all said that we are here to find the Iron Faced Buddha. Why should Miss Chun be so secretive?"
The woman was seriously injured and almost fainted from the pain, but she just gritted her teeth.
“I really don’t know what the Iron-faced Buddha is?”
The young man sighed softly.
"Why are you asking for trouble?"
Immediately, a man stepped forward, suddenly grabbed the woman's right hand, broke it back, and leaned against the pillar. Then a sharp knife stabbed out, piercing the woman's wrist and nailing it to the pillar.
"ah……"
The woman's whole body was twisted in pain.
But the man remained unmoved, grabbed her left hand again, pulled it over and stabbed it again.
This time the woman was in so much pain that she couldn't even make a sound. She just kept hitting her head against the pillar, and the ground between her feet was dripping with water.
When she felt her left foot being grabbed, she suddenly thought of something and immediately lost all her strength.
"I say, I say everything, don't kill me!"
The Iron-faced Buddha is not a Buddha, and he has no compassion.
He is actually a robber.
In the Jinwu Mountain area, everyone knows the name of the Iron-faced Buddha.
But no one has ever seen his true face.
But for the people who have been walking here for many years, as long as they are targeted by him, their money will be robbed and they will die. If it is a beautiful woman, the end will be even worse.
In order to eliminate this giant bandit, the North Korean court conducted several encirclement and suppression campaigns, but all ended in vain.
Later, the war broke out and the world was in chaos, and no one cared about a mere robber.
It is already very difficult for people to survive in the flames of war.
What they desire most is to find a piece of pure land in such troubled times.
Dagong Temple is the most ideal place for people nearby.
The bells are ringing and the Sanskrit sounds are loud.
The wandering people seek the most precious peace in the sound of monks chanting sutras.
Only when the shells fell in the courtyard, the brutal air flow broke the peace here.
It turns out that believing in Buddhism and seeking peace of mind is so illusory.
People screamed in panic and ran in all directions. But without any surprise, they were all forced back by the shining bayonets.
Countless soldiers surrounded the entire temple from all directions, and a group of people, old, young, women, and children, were all escorted to the square, waiting for their fate to be pronounced.
The presiding officer of Dagong Temple is considered to have the deepest concentration among them. He can still turn the beads and recite sutras safely.
The footsteps stopped in front of him.
"All the Buddhist immortals have great supernatural powers, but they don't know where the Iron-faced Buddha is?"
The chanting stopped suddenly, and Faneng raised his head in panic, and met a young face. Only those eyes were as sharp as a peerless sword, and they suddenly pierced through his disguise.
Hanyang, Kim Sang-heon's residence.
As a hero who resisted Li Zhu's rebellious behavior, Jin Sangxian held a high position of power, and even his residence could only be looked up to.
But today, countless Xia troops rushed over and broke into the door.
"You...do you know where this place is? It's really unreasonable! Even His Royal Highness, King Xia, treats my father with great respect. If you act so wantonly, you may bear the consequences?"
The person who walked in didn't care at all about the noise of Kim Sang-heon's son, and just asked: "Where is Kim Jang?"
Kim Sang-heon's son was stunned on the spot.
"You...why do you need to go to such trouble to find a servant?"
Before he could finish speaking, Xia Jun's soldiers had already discovered where Jin Zhang was.
The door was broken open, and Jin Zhang was seen sitting in a chair, his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth all bleeding.
Seeing Xia Jun appear, he laughed wildly.
"Hahahahaha... Hahahahaha... Master, Jin Zhang fell short, so he has to take the first step!"
Jin Zhang, the steward of the Jin Mansion captured by Xia Jun, committed suicide by taking poison.
This is where the storm started.
In front of Zuo Menggeng, all relevant personnel gathered, but the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
The young man walked around in the middle and talked about what happened.
"Master, we got the request from Chief Prosecutor Huang and went to Jinwu Mountain to arrest the Iron-faced Buddha. According to the Iron-faced Buddha's confession, they took the money from Lord Jin's housekeeper Jinzhang before going to assassinate Lord Haiping.
Following this clue, we chased Jin Mansion. However, Jin Zhang got wind of it in advance and committed suicide by taking poison. However, the evidence for the assassination of Hai Pingjun by Jinwu Mountain bandits is conclusive and irrefutable."
The young man is Zuo Gui.
The one who loves the world the most among the eight people will enjoy glory and wealth forever.
This time, in order to solve the assassination case of Haiping Jun Li Ji, we need to start with the thieves in Jinwu Mountain.
Huang Zonghui asked Zuo Gui to take action.
If you want to deal with people in the arena, you must use the methods in the arena.
Zuo Gui is an expert in this regard.
Sure enough, once he took action, he achieved extraordinary results.
But now, the political situation is shaken by this.