Song Yuzheng took a deep breath, and felt the clear air flowing in his lungs and penetrated into his heart: "This place is very quiet and pleasant, and it is indeed a place to live in seclusion."

Li Chengkong looked around and nodded.

There is indeed no hostility or resentment here. It is in a good place. The person who chooses the village address should be a master.

At least this expert should be proficient in Feng Shui and even formations. He vaguely saw the fluctuations of the formation in a forest.

Unfortunately, this formation is extremely weak. If he had not practiced the Golden Record of the Gods and was extremely sensitive to the sense of heaven and earth, he would not have discovered this place.

He thought of this and suddenly turned.

Song Yuzheng followed and saw a dilapidated temple.

The temple was built on the hillside and was covered by the pine forest and could not be seen. She had never seen this dilapidated temple before.

Although this dilapidated temple has gone through vicissitudes, it is very neat. Half of the collapsed courtyard wall has been rebuilt, and pine needles have been left in the courtyard.

But apart from pine needles, there is no soil or the like.

Looking at the yard, I know that there was no one living in it for a while, but there have been people living in it and cleaning it before.

The two floated into the temple.

The vicissitudes of time are everywhere in the courtyard.

A cypress tree that was hugging each other together was struck by lightning and was still alive.

The door frames of the main hall and the sides of the hall are broken, and the doors of the main hall are gone.

In the hall is a strange Buddha statue, neither a Tathagata nor an Arhat, but a Buddha with green teeth and fangs.

He stepped on the black flames, held the Vajra circle in his hands, his eyes were open, there was a sharp corner between his eyebrows, and his hair was raised one by one.

"What kind of Buddha is this?" Song Yuzheng looked at him in surprise: "It's obviously scary, but I can see it so peacefully."

Li Chengkong shook his head.

None of his 108 gods is similar to this one.

"It must be who is the powerful person." Song Yuzheng bowed.

Li Chengkong also bowed together.

He could faintly feel a breath lingering on the Buddha statue, which led to the void, as if he was drilling into an invisible hole.

This is also his unique ability since the Golden Record of the Gods, and he can see many things that ordinary people cannot see.

"There are people living here?" Song Yuzheng entered and exited several rooms, and after seeing them, "It should be a permanent resident, and now he has been away for a while."

Li Chengkong searched carefully and finally found two strands of hair, breathed a long sigh, and looked at the hair.

"Do you think that orphan is the murderer?" Song Yuzheng said: "Do you live here?"

She was smart and saw that Li Chengkong attached so much importance to this hair, so she stringed things together.

Li Chengkong said: "You will know if you go down and ask."

As the two were about to leave the temple, Li Chengkong suddenly came behind the Buddha statue and groped for some time.

"Pa" the belly of the Buddha statue actually opened and spit out a small gold box.

Song Yuzheng looked at him in surprise.

The gold is made of shiny yellow, only the size of a book, flat and flat, and this can only hold one book.

She gently pulled her waist, pulled off a simple exercise, shook gently, and the "buzzing" trembled, and the clear light flashed.

This is a soft sword.

She held the sword and slashed gently.

"Swish." The sword body passed through the bottom of the box without any obstacles, and gently lifted it, and the golden box turned over and exposed it inside.

There is nothing left.

"It has been taken away." Li Chengkong said: "It may be a secret book."

"Could it be that secret book?"

"Very likely!"

"That's a coincidence." Song Yuzheng shook her head and smiled: "This orphan is really lucky."

"Who knows?" Li Chengkong shook his head and said, "It's hard to say whether he is lucky if he has such a secret book."

She hasn't received any news yet.

Those guys who are good at tracking are all as smart as monkeys, but they can see through the flaws that ordinary people cannot see at a glance.

It's easy to track people.

This time, there have been no clues or flaws, and it is extremely unusual to find a way to track it.

How can a murder fail to leave a trace?

Even if there is no trace or breath on the body, what about the scene?

There will always be struggles and fights, leaving footprints or something else, how can there be no clues?

If you find a little clue, you will not be able to escape the tracking of those tracking masters.

But there is no clue at all!

"Let's go." Li Chengkong stuffed the golden box into his sleeve, and had already taken it back into the cave, sensing this breath.

The two left the dilapidated temple and came to the village.

Song Yuzheng was as beautiful as an immortal. He asked two villagers, and they were like spitting beans, and they answered whatever they asked, but they were afraid they would not be detailed.

They found out the whole story.

The orphan whose surname is Huang and whose parents are both from the martial arts world were killed by revenge and was later rescued by several villagers.

Everyone in the village practices martial arts. Although there are both high and low, they all have certain self-protection capabilities.

Then Huang Jin grew up slowly and was very content with farming. He really lived in a dilapidated temple in the village.

It was a temple built by the first generation of village chiefs, and it has always been worshipped with incense.

Huang Jin lived in the temple and was responsible for cleaning. The village gave him some money. In addition, the land he planted behind the temple was very good.

I will marry a wife in two years and live peacefully.

But he didn't expect that he would leave without saying goodbye. No one knew where he went. Some people said that he was going to seek revenge and avenge his parents.

The one who killed his parents was a disciple of the Burial Sword Sect.

Li Chengkong frowned.

Song Yuzheng said: "The Burial Sword Sect... is considered a first-class sect, which is one level worse than Shangqing Peak and others, but for ordinary people, it is already out of reach."

She shook her head gently: "He wants to deal with the Burial Sword Sect..., it's hard!"

If a person wants to deal with the Sword Burial Sect, he will have hope unless he enters the Grand Master.

For a person who has not entered a top sect since childhood, he is almost destined to not be able to become a grand master in this life.

Then he asked the dead young man what kind of grudges he had with Huang Jin.

"Oh..., there is no grudge or grudge, it's just that he likes a girl in the village, and that girl wants to marry Huang Huai, the two of them are love rivals."

"Where is that girl?" Li Chengkong asked hurriedly.

"Girl..." The two villagers said with emotion: "She has always been depressed, and I don't know if it was because Huang Jin left or because Huang Huai died."

In their opinion, this is just nonsense, it is nonsense among children.

This girl Huang Xiaoyue is also in trouble. She doesn’t say she likes this or that. No one knows which one she likes.

They are close to both of them, they are too soft and indecisive.

In the end, the one left, the one died of illness, and no one was able to get it. Of course, he was depressed.

The two of them didn't know that the young man died not from strange diseases, but from devouring essence and blood.

Although everyone in the village knows martial arts and even masters live in seclusion, few people know this evil skill that devours essence and blood.

Only those top core disciples know the existence of these evil skills, and the rest do not know the existence of such evil skills at all.

"Go and meet this girl." Li Chengkong said.

When the two saw this beautiful girl, they found a string of hand beads that Huang Jin gave her, which were polished by Huang Jin himself.
Chapter completed!