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

When the "color" of 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 his figure on the top of a cliff with Feng Ci in his arms.

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

This is where he stood in yesterday's dream.

When you look up, you can see a corner of the ancient temple that is halfway up the mountain, obscured by heavy tree shadows.

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

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

"Finally, I've been waiting for a long time..." The young man hurried 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!"

As he spoke, he put on Pei Qianyue's expressionless face, and quickly closed his mouth, bowing to him in a proper manner: "City Lord."

Only then did Pei Qianyue introduce to Fengci: "Xue Wei."

Feng Ci asked: "Is he the one you said that Pai stared at Hanshan Temple?"

Pei Qianyue: "Well."

"But he..."

The young man in front of him looks good, but his roots are flat and his spiritual power is low. He has just established his foundation, and he doesn't look like a Langfeng City disciple. What's more, he did not have the restraint and fear that other Langfeng City disciples had when they looked at Pei Qianyue. The young man's eyes were bright and he was looking back at the two of them curiously.

Only then did Feng Ci notice 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.

Feng Ci's consciousness struggled, but Pei Qianyue hugged him so tightly that he couldn't break free.

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 clear and the body has not been recovered, 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 bit hard, Xue Wei blinked and whispered: "Master and apprentice."

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

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

Wind Ci: "?"

Pei Qianyue: "..."

Pei Qianyue said: "Speak the business."

"Oh." Xue Wei cleared his throat and said in a stern voice, "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. I received a letter from the city lord today, 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, and he likes me very much. I received a call from the city lord today, so I bought his favorite dim sum in Gusu City, and 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.

Having said that, Xue Wei "touched" "touched" Ba in confusion: "I feel like I'm hiding something and don't want to be discovered by me."

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

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

The cliff they were on was right in front of Hanshan Temple. There was a small river between the two mountains. Feng Ci raised his eyes to look at the full moon on the horizon, and then closed his eyes to feel the night breeze blowing on the top of the cliff.

Exactly the same as the scene felt in the dream.

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

Feng 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 at this time... the bell should have already sounded."

Feng Ci: "It's early?"

"It's usually this time?" Xue Wei scratched his hair, as if he didn't quite understand why he asked, "Every day on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, you have to knock one hundred and eight, and 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.

Feng Ci 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 Gusu first."

Xue Wei is indeed different from other Pei Qianyue hands. After listening to such a clear order, he dared to ask more: "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.

"..." Feng Ci pressed his eyebrows, "This child..."

Pei Qianyue said calmly: "I'm often out of order, and I don't have to know nonsense."

Feng Ci looked at the back of the young man leaving, and hesitated for a moment, but Pei Qianyue obviously didn't want to discuss any more, so he didn't mention it anymore.

Gusu is located in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The gurgling water flows through the mountains and merges into the brightly lit city in the distance.

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

Feng Ci stood on the top of the cliff, with the lights of Gusu City reflected in his eyes, but 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 back: "Let's do business."

Pei Qianyue seemed to want to say something else, but Feng Ci had something on his 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.

Just like the scene in the dream, Feng Ci soon saw a quaint and mottled temple, and a 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 performed the Buddhist ceremony: "Dare to ask the two immortals, what is the reason for Hanshan Temple?"

Questions similar to those in a dream.

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

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

Fengci asked, "Where did Master Huikong go?"

The little monk: "The little monk doesn't know."

Feng Ci: "When will he return?"

The little monk: "The 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 when I was here today, I wanted to talk to Master Huikong, but it seems that there is no such fate. It's 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 after going out. If the Immortal Venerable wants to find him, he might as well come back another day."

Feng Ci 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 Immortal Venerables come from?"

Pei Qianyue: "Langfeng City."

The little monk's expression changed slightly.

At this moment, the big 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. The monks in the temple have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, and they are negligent. I hope City Lord Pei forgives his sins."

Pei Qianyue asked quietly, "Can I enter this seat?"

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

Only then did the two set foot on the stone steps in front of the ancient temple. When they were in front of the temple, Feng Ci turned to look 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 early."

Not to mention dust, the open space at the entrance of the temple is so clean that even leaves can be found.

The little monk's hand holding the broom trembled slightly, and without raising his head, he chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

This ancient temple has been around for a long time, and there are traces of time everywhere. It was evening class time, and the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures floated 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 City Lord Pei has something important to do with my master, you can tell the little monk, and the little monk will tell the city owner."

Pei Qianyue said: "I don't come here by chance. If I want to talk to my old friend, I won't be here if I don't."

Jingchen: "That's it."

Pei Qianyue asked around again, such as whether there were any strange things happening these days, and whether there were any suspicious persons.

Feng Ci listened and looked around.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow flash from the corner of the wall.

The wind stopped.

Pei Qianyue tilted his 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."

Was it just... a little move?

Bu Feng Ci didn't sense malice from Fang, so he didn't take it to heart.

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

"There used to be few guests in the small temple, so the conditions of the guest house are poor, and City Lord Pei should not be surprised." Jingchen said.

The house in front of them was indeed not big, Feng Ci stepped forward and pushed it away. The house was even narrower than the outer disciple's courtyard where he lived in Langfeng City, with a single bed.

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

As he spoke, 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 earnestly: "Although the small temple is simple, there are four or five guest rooms, 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." Pei Qianyue said cleanly, "Lead the way."

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

"Come in." Feng Ci said.

It was Pei Qianyue.

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

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

Fengci nodded: "It's true that there is no murderer, but..."

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

Feng Ci thought for a while, and hid some details. The previous dream told Pei Qianyue.

"One hundred and eight bells rang." Pei Qianyue said, "Yesterday was fifteen, but Xue Wei said that the bell did not ring 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."

Feng Ci nodded.

At this moment, Wai 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 turned 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, curled up to the side and looks like a small ball of "hair". His fur is dark red all over his body, with white fluff on the tips of his ears.

Feng Ci's eyes lit up.

so cute!

The little fox looked into the room with his head poking out his head, and when he raised his head, he shrank back with an "Ow".

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

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

The little fox hummed, and rubbed Fengci's palm both cowardly and flatteringly.

Feng Ci's soft and fluffy little movements were not resistant to resistance. He couldn't hold back and rubbed a couple more 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."

""fuzzy."

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

Pei Qianyue: "..."

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

The little fox felt the killing intent of Ling Ran from the arrogant demon, and the "hair" all over his body exploded instantly.