Assassination

This is not surprising, after all, it is a monastery, so there are already many people, and it will take a few days for Shangming to come. I took advantage of the moonlight to carefully survey the monastery, got a general understanding of the route, and silently memorized it. After thinking about it, he quietly left Honglian Temple.

The Honglian Temple is not far from the visitors, but I spent a lot of time in the temple. It was already the end of Yinshi when I returned to the inn. After jumping in from the window, I used the faint moonlight to evenly sprinkle the potion I carried on the window On the morning, after seeing a very faint blue light, I turned and walked towards the door, poured some potion on the ground, and after making sure no one came, I wiped off all the potion and powder, changed my clothes and went to bed to rest.

It was Si time when I went out again, I arranged the room as usual and locked the door, I had another meal downstairs, and then walked on the street under the warm sunshine.

The street was still full of traffic and laughter, and I followed the road in my memory to Honglian Temple.

At a corner not far from Honglian Temple, there was a quarrel, which seemed to be some insults and ridicules. When I approached, I heard it more clearly, "The little dumb also wants to see the Buddha, let's dream", "Lianhua You can’t even say it, the Buddha can hear what you want, the Buddha is a roundworm in your stomach”…

And so on, the person surrounded by people is probably indeed a mute, babbling and unable to speak clearly, and it sounds like he is about to cry.I didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but when I turned the corner, I caught a glimpse of the person being ridiculed in the crowd struggling to gesture.

This person is slightly darker, with a slightly higher forehead, and slightly rough skin. The key is that this person's appearance is five or six points like mine, and he is wearing a completely different hairstyle.Surprised, I pulled down the hair on both sides a little, squeezed into the crowd and pulled out the people inside.

"What are you doing, you almost stepped on my foot!"

"What's the crowd, I don't see anyone!"

"It turned out that he wanted to help others, he is really a good person, hahahahaha!"

"Hey, you two look quite alike, so the dumb man is probably your relative!"

"Don't rush to go, let's play for a while!"

……

I ignored the ridicule of these people, and pulled the little mute away from the crowd quickly. After walking out of the crowd, the little mute was babbling excitedly. When I looked back, he was looking at me gratefully, with bright eyes. Although the person looks ordinary, he has a pair of clear eyes.

It's a pity that I didn't save him, and he may not be a harmless person.

When I grabbed his arm, I had already accurately locked the life gate on his hand. As long as he moved a little, I could subdue him in one fell swoop, but this man didn't notice it at all.

Am I guessing wrong?

In any case, it is important to be careful.

When I came here on the first day, I found a yard that had been abandoned for a long time not far from the visitors. I inquired about it. It was this family who used to do business in the capital. Later, when they went back to their hometown to visit relatives and their family, they encountered robbers. No one was left alive. After that, the servants also gradually left, and the yard became deserted.

Seeing that there was no one left and right, I grabbed this person and jumped into the wall. I have seen it before. Weeds are overgrown, and there is no trace of trampling. When I enter the courtyard, I point my toes on the courtyard wall and rockery, making sure that I will not be in the courtyard. leave traces.

When I found the most secretive one I had seen before and entered the room, I threw this person in the corner. This person was already panicked, screaming loudly, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Shut up, and kill you again."

The man became even more panicked, tears streaming down his face in an instant, but he was not there and yelled, I wondered in my heart, could it be a coincidence?

After tapping his acupuncture points, I held the man's head with my hands and lifted up all his messy hair. Looking at it this way, I was even more surprised. His face was at least seven times the size of mine. very similar.

What's going on, my □□ is made by Sister Qiao herself, there is absolutely no problem, if there is any mistake, I must have accidentally exposed it there.

I looked carefully at his face bit by bit, but there was no trace of a mask. I heard that there is a kind of mask that is not attached to the face, but directly put on the head, so I even carefully looked at the neck of this man. I read it.

no problem.

coincidence?

But sometimes no problem is just the biggest problem. Of course, I may be overthinking. Thinking of this, I opened his mouth. His tongue was short but there was no wound for a long time. Could it be a natural dumb disease?

Even if it was exposed in advance, the other party should not be able to send a dumb person out, unless the dumb person is good at skills, but he didn't notice when I pressed the life gate in his hand just now.How strange.

Unlocking his acupoints smoothly, the mute raised his head and looked at me, and suddenly started making gestures, the movements were too slow, I could easily stop this kind of move, when the force that broke his arm was about to fall on him, my hand suddenly froze Dun, his gesture seems to be, brother?

elder brother?

In our line of work, one needs to know a little bit about everything. Naturally, I also know a little dumb language, not much, just some everyday words.

"Are you my brother?" he said.

"No."

He seemed a little disappointed, but continued to make gestures without getting discouraged.Now I can't understand it.

The poisoned silver thread flew out in an instant, and threw a strip-shaped object in front of the mute, "Use this."

He stretched out his hand to pick it up without any doubt, I watched coldly, until his hand was about to touch the little stick, I raised my toes to block his hand, picked up the stick by the way, and the little stick spun When it fell into my hands, I tore off a strip of cloth from the inside of the sleeve and wrapped it around it, leaving only a small point at the bottom, "holding the cloth."

He looked at me even more puzzled, as if he didn't understand the situation at all. The poison on the silver thread, if you touch it, you will die. A person who pretends to be completely innocent.

Even if you pretend to be good again, you shouldn't risk your own life.There is no solution to this poison, unless the antidote is taken first, and this thing is only in the hands of Sister Qiao and me.

No one would have expected that they would get the antidote for this poison in advance, and almost no one even knew that there was an antidote for this poison. This is my exclusive weapon. Sister Qiao personally configured it. There are records, but people in Jianghu call it the soul seal.

This dumb man wrote and scratched on the dusty floor, his handwriting was distorted, and occasionally he would use a picture instead of a word he couldn't write. Although the picture was not very satisfactory, I could even read and guess what he wanted to say.

It turns out that this dumb person came here from his hometown to seek refuge with his cousin, and he has not seen him for almost ten years. My cousin moved to Honglian Temple five years ago and became a lay disciple. Now he is mainly in charge of cooking in the temple. Well, the mute has also learned cooking for two years, and his ability is fair, but he can't make much money in his hometown, and ordinary restaurants rarely ask for a mute.The mute wrote to his cousin for help, and after getting a reply, he packed his bags and came to Hu Jing, asking for directions along the way, and it is no exception in Hu Jing, where being bullied is also a common occurrence.

The mute said that he didn't care about it, and that he was going to live a good life soon. When he saw me, he thought he saw his cousin, and ran happily with me. Now the mute still doubts that I am his cousin. What he said is true, which is also human nature, after all, the two of us look so much alike.And this mute also naively thought that his cousin must be a powerful person now that he learned kung fu in Honglian Temple.

But a cook.

The dumb man was still writing, babbling, with one or two stick figures in between, I breathed a sigh of relief, forget it, save his life first, his identity may be of great benefit to me.