This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    Pei Qianyue is probably the number one in the world in Yujian flying. For an ordinary person to fly for more than half a day, it would take him less than two hours.

    When the moon was hanging high, the two arrived outside the city of Gusu.

    The pure white sword shadow fell in the air, and Pei Qianyue showed her figure on the top of a cliff with Feng Ci in her arms.

    As soon as it landed, Feng Ci recognized this place.

    This is where he stood in yesterday's dream.

    Looking up, you can see a corner of the ancient temple on the hillside, which is covered by heavy tree shadows.

    Suddenly someone shouted: "City Lord, this way!"

    Feng Ci turned her head to look, it was a handsome young man who was waving at them.

    "Finally, I've been waiting for a long time..." The young man quickly ran to the front, before he finished speaking, he waved his hand, "I don't mean to wait, and I don't think that you are too late, City Lord. the meaning of!"

    He said, put on Pei Qianyue's expressionless face, quickly closed his mouth, and bowed to him properly: "City Lord."

    Pei Qianyue introduced to Fengci: "Xue Wei."

    Fengci asked: "Is he the eyeliner you said that Pai stared at Hanshan Temple?"

    Pei Qianyue: "Yeah."

    "But he..."

    The young man in front of him looked good, but his roots were flat and his spiritual power was low. What's more, he didn't have the restraint and fear of other Langfeng City disciples when they looked at Pei Qianyue.

    Feng Ci noticed that Pei Qianyue was still holding him.

    The position on the sword just now has this point, this posture is not a big deal, and now it is on the ground, and it is a bit strange.

    The boy's eyes lit up.

    "..." Feng Ci was inexplicably uncomfortable, and gritted his teeth, "Can you let me go? Master, respect."

    Before everything is known and the body is not found, the two agreed not to reveal Feng Ci's identity. Therefore, his current identity is still Pei Qianyue's direct disciple, Lu Jingming.

    The word Fengci was bitten very hard, Xue Wei blinked and whispered: "Master and apprentice."

    Pei Qianyue let go of his arms and seemed unhappy: "Got it, lover."

    "It's the new year." Xue Weidao, "It's time."

    Words: "?"

    Pei Qianyue: "…"

    Pei Qianyue said: "Speak the business."

    "Oh." Xue Wei cleared his throat and said sternly, "I've been staring around here for the past few days, there is nothing unusual about Hanshan Temple, and there are no strange people nearby. When I got the letter from the city lord, I made a special excuse to go into their temple to take a look, everything was normal. Except…”

    Pei Qianyue: "Except what?"

     "Old monk Huikong... No, I didn't arrive, Master Huikong, I don't know if he is in the temple or not."

    “…Master Huikong rarely goes out on weekdays, I often go to him, he likes me very much. I received a call from the city lord today, so I bought his favorite food in Gusu City by the way. I wanted to see him. But the monks in the monastery said he wasn’t there, so I asked him where he was and didn’t answer. I wanted to wait in the monastery, but they were kicked out.”

    Speaking of this, Xue Wei touched Ba in confusion: "I feel like I'm hiding something and don't want me to find out."

    "It's a bit weird indeed." Feng Ci said.

    He didn't say anything more, but turned and walked to the edge of the cliff.

    The cliff where they are located is just in front of Hanshan Temple, and there is a small river between the two mountains. Fengci looked up at the full moon in the sky, and closed his eyes to feel the top of the cliff. A slight night breeze.

    It is exactly the same as the vision felt in the dream.

    The only difference is that Hanshan Temple did not ring the bell.

    Wind Ci asked: "Does Hanshan Temple ring the bell on weekdays?"

    "Of course." Xue Wei replied, "Buddhist pays attention to the morning bell and the evening drum. It must be struck sooner or later. I didn't pay attention to it today, but this time...the bell should have already sounded."

    Wind: "It's early?"

    "Is this time usually?" Xue Wei scratched his hair, as if he didn't quite understand why he asked this question, "Every day on the 15th day of the new year, you have to knock one hundred and eighth. It has to last until midnight."

    He paused and whispered, "It's a bit disturbing, I can't sleep."

    On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the bell will ring one hundred and eight, but Feng Ci clearly heard one hundred and eight bells in the dream.

     Fengci asked again: "What day is it today?"

    "Sixteen." Xue Wei lives in the folk, and they are much more familiar with life than Feng Ci. He answered without thinking, and was a little dazed, "Hey, it was fifteen yesterday, why didn't I seem to hear the bell ring..."

     Feng Ci frowned thoughtfully.

    He had no more questions to ask, so Pei Qianyue ordered Xue Wei: "You go back to Suzhou first."

    Xue Wei is indeed different from other Pei Qianyue hands. After listening to such a clear order, he dared to ask one more question: "Does the city lord not need me to follow? I am familiar with this piece and can show you the way. ."

    Pei Qianyue: "Go away."

    Xue Wei shrank his neck: "Oh."

    He turned and walked away reluctantly. When he left, he muttered a few words, "I must think my wattage is too bright", "How can this murderer chase his wife" and so on.

    “…” Fengci pressed his eyebrows, “This child…”

    Pei Qianyue calmly said: "I'm often out of order, nonsense, no need to know."

    Gusu is located in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

    Pei Qianyue said: "Master hasn't been to the world for a long time. After this matter, I will accompany you to go around."

    Fengci stood on the top of the cliff, the lights of Gusu City reflected in his eyes, but he shook his head: "I have a lot of things in the world, what kind of things, they are almost the same, it is meaningless."

    He sighed and looked away: "Let's do business."

    Pei Qianyue seemed to want to say something else, but Feng Ci had something on her mind and didn't notice it. He took a half-step forward and jumped, his body seemed to be lifted up by a gust of breeze and flew up lightly.

    Like the scene in the dream, Feng Ci soon saw a quaint and mottled temple, and the little monk sweeping the floor in front of the temple.

    Feng Ci landed in front of the temple, and behind him, Pei Qianyue also landed gently.

    The little monk put down his broom, walked towards them quickly, and gave a Buddhist salute: "Dare to ask the two immortals, what is the reason for Hanshan Temple?"

    Similar question to dream.

    Pei Qianyue was about to answer when Feng Ci raised his hand to stop him and asked the little monk, "Is the abbot there?"

    The little monk's attitude is still polite and respectful: "The abbot hasn't returned from his trip. If the Immortal Venerable wants to find him, he might as well come back another day."

    Fengci asked: "Where did Master Huikong go?"

    Little monk: "Little monk doesn't know."

    Wind: "When will he return?"

    Little monk: "Little monk doesn't know."

    "..." Feng Ci was silent for a moment, then said with a smile, "It's a pity, my master and Master Huikong were old friends, and I'm here today, I wanted to talk to Master Huikong, It seems that there is no such fate. It is not too late today, can we go in and have a rest?"

    But the little monk still repeated the sentence: "The abbot has not returned from his trip. If the Immortal Venerable wants to find him, he might as well come back another day."

    Fengci frowned and looked back at Pei Qianyue.

    Pei Qianyue was already displeased: "You dare to stop me?"

    Little monk: "Dare to ask where the two immortals come from?"

    Pei Qianyue: "Langfeng City."

    The little monk's expression changed slightly.

    At this moment, the hall of the temple was suddenly opened: "Jing'an, how can you neglect the distinguished guests? Go."

    The person was a young monk in his twenties. The little monk folded his hands and said "yes". He returned to the temple, picked up the broom on the side, and started sweeping the floor again.

    "Little monk Jingchen, this must be City Lord Pei." The young monk greeted him and explained, "The small temple has been in seclusion for a long time. City Lord Pei forgive me."

    Pei Qianyue asked in a low voice, "Can I enter this seat?"

    "This is nature." Jingchen stepped aside and made a "please" gesture, "City Lord Pei, please."

    The two set foot on the stone steps in front of the ancient temple. When they were in front of the temple, Feng Ci tilted his head and glanced at the little monk named Jing An.

    "Little Master Jing'an." Feng Ci called to him, "There doesn't seem to be any dust on the ground, it's getting late, so take a rest."

    Don't say dust, the open space at the entrance of the temple is so clean that you can't find any fallen leaves.

    The little monk's hand holding the broom trembled slightly.

    This ancient temple has been around for a long time, and there are traces of time everywhere. At this time, it was evening class time, and the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures drifted in the temple. Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue walked all the way, and many monks saluted them.

    "My master went out for a trip a few days ago, and I'm afraid he won't return to the temple in a short time." Jingchen said, "If the city lord Pei has something important to do with my master, you can inform the little monk, and the little monk will tell the city lord. ."

    Pei Qianyue said: "I don't come here by chance, if I want to talk to my old friends, I can't see it if I don't."

    Cleaning dust: "That's it."

    Pei Qianyue asked around again, such as whether there were any strange things happening these days, whether there were any suspicious persons, etc. Jingchen answered them one by one, and could not see anything unusual.

    Feng Ci listens and observes.

    Suddenly, he saw a shadow from the corner of the wall.

    Wind Words stop.

    Pei Qianyue tilted her head and asked him, "What?"

    "I seem to see..." Feng Ci pointed to the corner, but there was nothing left. Feng Ci shook his head: "It's okay."

    Is it... a little move?

    Bruce did not perceive maliciousness from the party, and did not take it to heart.

    Jingchen quickly led the two to a house in a small courtyard.

    Pei Qianyue looked satisfied: "It's okay, we're the ones who bothered you."

    He wanted to walk in, but was stopped by Jingchen: "City Lord, your room is next door."

    "..." Pei Qianyue asked, "Two rooms?"

    The young monk nodded and said seriously: "Although the small temple is simple, there are four or five guest houses, and there is no need to squeeze into one room."

    Pei Qianyue: "…"

    Pei Qianyue stood still in front of the house, Feng Ci looked at him blankly, and asked uncertainly, "Do you like this room? It's fine, I can go next door."

    "...No need." Pei Qianyue said, "Lead the way."

     After settling down, Jingchen left the courtyard. Feng Ci lay on the bed and closed his eyes, listening to the knock.

    "Enter." Feng Ci said.

    It's Pei Qianyue.

    Fengci sat up cross-legged and asked him, "How?"

     Pei Qianyue said: "I have been investigating nearby, and there is nothing unusual."

    Fengci nodded: "I don't see the murderer, but..."

    Pei Qianyue asked, "Does the master have any clues?"

    Feng Ci thought about it, and hid some details. The previous dream told Pei Qianyue.

    "One hundred and eight bells." Pei Qianyue said, "Yesterday was fifteen, but Xue Wei said that the bell was not tolled yesterday, and the monks in this temple are also living well."

    "So it wasn't last night." Feng Ci sighed, "We don't really have to wait here for half a month, right?"

     Pei Qianyue said: "Tomorrow I will go to the neighborhood to investigate again to see if there are any other clues."

     Fengci nodded.

    At this moment, I suddenly remembered a slight noise.

    "Shh." Feng Ci raised his hand and pressed it to his lips, causing Pei Qianyue to suppress his voice and tilt his head to look sideways.

    A fluffy head slowly pushed open the hidden room and probed in.

    It is a small fox with a petite and round body that looks like a small ball of hair when curled up. His fur is dark red throughout, with white down on the tips of his ears.

    Wind Ci's eyes lit up.

    Good, good, love, ah!

    "Hey, don't go!" Feng Ci didn't even think about the bed to chase him out, but the little fox didn't run far and was caught by him in the yard.

    The little fox of Fengci pressed on the ground and rubbed it twice: "Say, were you peeking at me just now?"

    The little fox hummed, and rubbed Feng Ci's palm cowardly and flatteringly.

    Fengci's soft and fluffy little movement had no resistance, he couldn't help but rubbed a couple of times before Pei Qianyue followed: "Master, this fox..."

    "It's a demon, I know." Feng Ci didn't lift his head, "But it's so small, so cute."

    "Flush."

    "It feels so soft, can you try it too?"

    Pei Qianyue: "…"

    Pei Qianyue gritted her teeth: "...don't try."

    The little fox felt the killing intent of the arrogant demon, and the fur all over his body exploded instantly.