Ningma pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "The murderer interrupted the child's heart pulse through the air, leaving no trace on his skin. A poor monk cannot prove his innocence."

Qin Yao: "I have a way to help the master get rid of the suspicion. It depends on whether you are willing."

"What can be done?" Ningma asked.

"Search, soul!" Qin Yao said word by word.

Ningma frowned and shouted: "The soul-searching technique is against morality and is a forbidden technique. You actually know this kind of magic?"

Qin Yao looked calm and said: "There is no good or evil in skills, only talents have good or evil."

"absurd."

Ningma said: "These words are purely excusing. There is no good or evil in magic. How can magic power affect people's minds and make people feel unfeeling?"

Qin Yao: "Isn't it a matter of course that I forcefully practice a skill that I can't control, and then it backfires on me? How can I blame the skill?"

"Strong words!" Ningma said.

Qin Yao chuckled: "In other words, you don't agree with using this method to clear your innocence, right?"

"Of course I don't agree." Ningma said: "As a Buddhist cultivator, how can I encourage the arrogance of demonic powers?"

Qin Yao shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Then we have no choice but to ask the master to come with us."

Ningma: "I can't go with you, I want to investigate this matter."

Qin Yao drew out the God-Beheading Sword with his backhand and said solemnly: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you get what you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Xiaofang, Athena, Red and White Demons, Xiao Wenjun...

People, gods, and ghosts formed a circle, surrounding Ningma.

Ningma frowned, raised his right arm, and struck Qin Yao with a palm in the air.

Qin Yao raised his left hand and responded with Arhat Palm. The two golden palm prints collided in mid-air and exploded.

"Arhat Palm...are you a Buddhist cultivator?" Ningma said in astonishment.

Qin Yao shook his head: "Buddha is the Tao, and I am a Taoist cultivator."

After this palm duel, Ningma gave up using Qin Yao as a breakthrough point, turned around and rushed towards the wedding dress.

"Let's go together."

Qin Yao held the God-Beheading Sword, his huge body suddenly leaped up, and struck Ningma's head with the white-gold shining sword.

Mao Xiaofang, Athena, the Red and White Demons, Xiao Wenjun and others cast spells at the same time to attack Ningma...

Ningma's combat prowess in the original work is on par with Mao Xiaofang's, and is not ridiculously strong in reality.

This resulted in him being quickly defeated under the siege of humans, gods, and ghosts. He could only be beaten and had no ability to fight back.

Outside Gantian Town, in a golden sedan chair surrounded by eighteen Buddhist cultivators, Pasiba, the abbot of the shrine, had bright eyes and looked at the scene of people besieging Ningma in the town and on the street from a distance, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

After a long time, after watching Ningma being subdued, he waved his hand and ordered: "Get up the sedan and follow me to save Ningma."

Four eminent monks carried the sedan chair, and, surrounded by fourteen other eminent monks, walked quickly into Gantian Town.

On the street, the people escorting Ningma felt a pressure for no reason. When they looked up, they saw a group of monks carrying a sedan. The sedan was shining with a faint golden light, which was very conspicuous in the night.

"stop."

When the sedan was only half a foot away from the crowd, a solemn and deep voice suddenly came from the sedan.

The group of monks stopped, and the four eminent monks put down the golden sedan chair. They opened the curtain with a pair of palms, and thousands of golden lights emitted from the curtain...

The abbot of the shrine stepped out of the sedan chair under the golden light. He wanted to look down at the crowd, but he was not as tall as Qin Yao, so he could only hold his head up slightly.

"Meet the abbot of the shrine." Among the crowd, Ningma, whose face was as golden as paper, bowed.

Phagsipa raised his hand and asked: "Venerable Nyingma does not need to be polite. What is your situation?"

Ningma smiled bitterly: "A child who I had contact with died under the Tantric Mahamudra, and I became the biggest suspect."

Ba Siba frowned slightly and glanced at the others: "Who is in charge?"

Mao Xiaofang reached out and pushed Qin Yao. The latter took a step forward slightly and looked down at Ba Siba: "What do you want to say?"

Pasiba has been in control of the shrine for more than ten years. This is the first time he has looked up to others, and it is also the first time he has been looked down upon. An uncontrollable anger surges out of his heart. Fortunately, he is very deep in the city, so he did not let this anger rise just now.

Fire burned into his face.

"What I want to say is that Venerable Nyingma is one of the leaders of our shrine. He is of high character and has countless merits. He will definitely not do anything to kill children!"

Qin Yao: "If he didn't kill him, then you killed him?"

Pa Siba: "..."

Why is this person so unreasonable?

"presumptuous!"

The eighteen monks who followed the abbot roared at the same time and looked at Qin Yao with murderous looks on their faces, as if they would launch a suicide attack with just one order from Pa Siba.

"Presumptuous?" Qin Yao sneered: "You are really treating yourself, no, it should be said that you really treat him as a noble lord, a feudal king?"

"Control your temper, how can you be so angry?" Seeing the monks' eyes cracked and furious, Pasiba scolded them.

Under his shouts, the monks all bowed their heads like slaves.

Only then did Qin Yao realize that the name of the abbot of the other side's shrine was really not just talk.

"Fellow Taoist, it's easy to break if you are too strong. Your temper can easily bring disaster."

Ba Siba turned to look at Qin Yao again and said sincerely.

Qin Yao smiled: "Then let me give you a piece of advice: keep a low profile when you go out. Generally speaking, people who are too high-profile will not end well."

Pa Siba: "..."

It is obvious that this person has a fiery temper and cannot stand any grievance.

Of course, he never thought about it. He was a stranger, so why should others suffer his grievances?

Qin Yao: "If you can prove that this great monk is not the murderer, then bring out the evidence. If the evidence is conclusive, we will apologize immediately.

If you can’t produce any evidence and just rely on empty words to get us to release him, what are you dreaming about? This is the Central Plains, not your shrine.”

Pa Siba: "..."

In terms of strength, he may be stronger, but in terms of quarreling, he is really not good at it.

Seeing this unruly man humiliating his king, the eighteen monks felt humiliated, but were restricted by Pasipa's order and did not dare to scold him again.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What do you want to do with the Venerable Nyingma?" Not long after, Phagpa asked expressionlessly.

"Bring him back to the Taoist Temple first to prevent him from escaping after committing suicide, and then slowly investigate the matter." Qin Yao said.

Pasiba said: "To be honest, I came here mainly to find the soul boy of the shrine.

However, the confirmation ceremony of the soul boy in the shrine must be witnessed by two venerables.

Can you all give me a favor to the shrine and allow Venerable Nyingma to participate in the ceremony of selecting the soul boy in three days?"

Qin Yao pondered for a moment and said, "Okay."

Pasipa nodded and immediately said: "Don't worry, Venerable Nyingma, I will do my best to find out the truth and help you clear your grievances."

"Thank you, Abbot." Ningma said calmly, with no trace of gratitude on his face.

"Are you at odds with that abbot?"

Later, Qin Yao took the lead in escorting Ningma to Fuxi Hall and suddenly asked.

Ningma nodded slightly: "He is not the soul boy selected by the previous abbot of the shrine. He can become the abbot of the shrine without going through the inheritance ceremony. It is purely because the previous abbot died too suddenly. In desperation, he just let him steal it. authority."

Qin Yao: "..."

understood.

This Nyingma Venerable was a typical member of the old imperial party, and he had no dealings with the new emperor Phagpa.

"Xiao Hai, prepare a room for this Master Ningma."

After entering the main hall, Mao Xiaofang ordered: "Take care of three meals a day and don't be rude."

"Yes, Master." Xiaohai nodded in response and greeted: "Master Ningma, please come with me..."

Ningma remained silent and followed his steps silently.

"Dao Zhang Qin, how should we proceed next?"

Mao Xiaofang thought about it over and over again. The clues have been cut off at this point. There are no clues and no direction. How can we continue to trace back?

"Take people to keep an eye on Ningma, and I'll look for clues." Qin Yao replied.

Mao Xiaofang didn't know where he was going to find clues, but looking at the determined look on the other party's face, he knew that the other party must know more than he did.

And what I can do is to give the other person the greatest trust and wait silently for a result...

"Meet the abbot."

Wanying Hall, main entrance.
To be continued...