Su Chen sneaked back to the backyard of Daoguan, lurking in the back wall of the wing room, listening carefully to the movements in the room. He wanted to wait for Master Qinghe to leave before entering the room to search.

After the bandit leader Ding Shisan left, Director Qinghe sat in the room, holding a whisk in his hand, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and closed his eyes without moving.

Su Chen discovered that the Qinghe Road Chief had a long breath and extremely deep internal strength.

As far as he knows, first-class masters have very keen perception, far above second-rate masters and third-rate warriors.

A first-class expert with profound internal skills can inject internal qi into the eyes and ears, which will enhance your vision and hearing by two or three times, and you can hear it with a slight movement several feet away.

Of course, the perception of first-class masters is still far inferior to that of masters.

First-class masters rely on the true energy of the middle dantian to obtain amplification, while masters step into the upper dantian to see through the soul and gain mysterious extraordinary perception. That is the real terrifying power, and the perception can easily be increased ten times.

Su Chen found that his perception was obviously much better than the first-class master, Director Qinghe.

He could hear the long breathing of Director Qinghe, who could hear his existence ten feet away.

This is also the capital for Su Chen to hide in the distance and hear the movements in the room. If it weren't for this, he would have ten courage to go to the Taoist temple to take risks and eavesdrop.

The Qinghe Road Chief sat in a tundra withered body, closed his eyes and meditated for a long time.

After a full stick of incense, the Qinghe Daosheng's stomach gushed, as if he was anxious, he suddenly got up and left the wing room, and walked quickly towards a toilet in the corner of the backyard of the Taoguan Temple.

Su Chen hid under the eaves of the back window and squatted for a long time, but he could not see any movement from Director Qinghe.

His legs were almost numb, thinking about whether to continue squatting. At this moment, he found that Director Qinghe had stood up, left the wing room, and headed towards the toilet in the backyard.

When Su Chen knew that the opportunity had come, he immediately turned into the wing through the rear window.

The wing room is quite large, and it is a high-end and luxurious Taoist suite. Only personal apprentices like Taoist Qinghe are qualified to live.

The bookshelf is filled with various Taoist classics.

There are pens, ink, Taoist books and other items on the table.

Su Chen carefully searched on the bookshelf and searched for evidence of the stolen goods colluded with Director Qinghe and the Water Bandit Ding Shisan.

The Director of Qinghe colluded with the water bandit Ding Shisan, and it was impossible for him to leave any clues. Even if there were no correspondence, at least there must be stolen goods.

Ding Shisan robbed the stolen goods brought back by the wealthy businessman, and he must be distributed to Director Qinghe. Moreover, the stolen goods are often not easy to get rid of, so he needs to hide them first and find opportunities slowly.

Su Chen unexpectedly discovered that there was a fiery red talisman pen on the inkstone on the desk in the room, next to it was an exquisite yellow paper, and a talisman was outlined on the yellow paper.

In Taoist temples, Taoists often draw some talismans, claiming that after burning them to ashes, drinking water and taking them can "treat all diseases and drive away evil spirits" and use them to fool the people.

Su Chen didn't believe in these things, and he didn't see Hanshan Zhenren curing his illness with talismans.

Su Chen glanced at it, but after seeing it, his eyes were unexpectedly attracted by the talisman and could hardly escape from it.

There was a ball of flame painted on this talisman, revealing an extremely mysterious and mysterious aura, which was completely natural.

"What is this?"

Su Chen was surprised that he had read some Taoist books in the library of the Medicine King Gang, and naturally he had seen the ordinary talismans drawn by Taoists to cure diseases. But the rune in front of him was obviously more different than those ordinary talismans.

He looked at the talisman carefully.

Soon, some clues were seen.

The one who wrote this rune on the paper was not ordinary ink, it seemed that cinnabar was mixed with unknown materials, exuding a strong sense of fire.

Su Chen couldn't help but be curious, picked up this talisman, and used his extraordinary perception to carefully investigate, trying to find out what was going on.

In an instant, he felt a fiery aura contained in this talisman paper, and it was almost about to erupt. A strong burning feeling was passed on to his hands, almost burning his palms.

Su Chen was shocked and quickly threw it down.

This mysterious talisman paper fell back on the desk, and the burning hot air quickly subsided and returned to its original state.

"How come there is a ball of flame hidden in this paper talisman?"

Su Chen still felt as if his palm was burned, and was extremely shocked and did not dare to touch it with his hands.

This talisman was so mysterious and strange that it almost burned his hands, which was too dangerous.

This is definitely not an ordinary talisman used by Taoists to cure diseases and exorcise evil spirits. He has never heard of such a terrible talisman.

"Do you want to take it back?"

Su Chen hesitated for a moment, but he didn't dare to touch it with his hands again.

I don’t know what this talisman is. If it burns again, I’m afraid it will cause fire to burn itself.

Moreover, if there is a big noise that alarms Taoist Priest Qinghe, he will definitely be chased. Among the many Taoist priests in the Hanshan Taoist Temple, there must be first-class light skills masters. With his current skills, he will never escape the pursuit of the first-class light skills masters.

Forget it, it’s important to do the important thing first.

Su Chen thought, quickly searching on the bookshelf.

But they are all Taoist scriptures and nothing useful is found.

The entire wing room was large and there was only time to search less than one-third of the places.

At this moment, Su Chen suddenly heard a strong wind of clothes and rushing towards the wing room twenty or thirty feet away.

"I'll be back so soon!"

Su Chen was shocked.

Not good, is it a trap?

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he didn't dare to stop anymore. He decisively leaped his body, gently flipped out of the back window, reached out to put his hand on the window ridge, and he skillfully turned over the eaves and landed silently on the roof.

Su Chen immediately lay close to the roof, holding his breath completely, and did not dare to move. He silently used the "Turtle Breath Art" technique to minimize his breathing and heartbeat.

Just after Su Chen climbed up on the roof and fell down.

Outside the wing room, a strong wind quickly passed dozens of feet away and rushed into the wing room.

"Bang--!"

The door of the wing room was pushed open violently with a palm, and the figure of Director Qinghe rushed into the room with a strong wind.

His sharp eyes swept through every corner of the house, beams, desks, under beds, cabinets, behind doors, and other places where people could be hidden.

But nothing was found.

No one in the room?

Director Qinghe couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Before, he had been feeling a little uneasy for some reason.

I always wonder if there is a top-notch master who tracked the water bandit Ding Shisan and sneaked into Hanshan Taoist Temple, discovered his secret, and hid nearby to peek at his movements.

He just used a small trick to go to the cottage by rumbling in his stomach, but suddenly turned back on the way, wanting to see if anyone would appear in his wing room.

But everything in the house was as good as before. After scanning it, nothing was lost.

As a top-notch master, Director Qinghe is very confident in his light skills.

With his light skills, if someone breaks into the wing room, he will definitely not be able to escape. Even a first-class light skills master can't do it in such a short blink of an eye.

"It seems that no one should follow Ding Shisan into the Taoist temple. It's because this Taoist is suspicious... If there is a first-class expert who is more skillful than this Taoist, it will not allow Ding Shisan to escape. The so-called Master of the Medicine King Gang that Ding Shisan encountered is also a second-rate expert, and he will not be much smarter than Ding Shisan."

Director Qinghe pondered, feeling that he was too cautious.

Besides, Hanshan Taoist Temple is famous in the thirteen counties of Wujun. Who doesn’t respect it? The more a master of the martial arts world, the less dare he trespassed in Hanshan Taoist Temple.

The five major gangs in Wujun dare not send top experts to sneak into Hanshan Taoist Temple. Otherwise, it would be angering the master and would not be of any benefit to these big gangs.

When Master Qinghe thought of this, he felt at ease. He sat down again on the pub, motionless, and meditated with his eyes closed.

...

"This old Taoist Qinghe is actually cunning and cunning, using this trick!"

Su Chen lying on the roof, feeling a little annoyed.

Fortunately, he was wary of his guard and kept listening to the movements of Director Qinghe in the distance. Hearing the strong wind dozens of feet away, he jumped out of the wing in time, otherwise he would have suffered this time.

Principal Qinghe found that he had broken the collusion between him and the water bandit Ding Shisan, and he would definitely kill him to silence him, and there was no luck.

Su Chen did not leave immediately and guarded the roof for two hours.

Unexpectedly, Director Qinghe also stayed in the room and showed no sign of going out.

"Forget it, it seems that I won't get anything this time. Leave first and then think of a solution."

Su Chen was helpless.

He retreated silently, climbed over the wall from the original road, and left Hanshan Taoist Temple.

...

Su Chen left Hanshan Taoist Temple and walked along the bustling and lively Ximen Wharf.

The Ximen Wharf is very lively, with vendors and barrages everywhere, and various fruits, pastries, soy milk and buns vendors are selling them. There are countless delicious and fun.

In the past, Su Chen went out to perform the mission of the Servant Hall, and when he passed by Ximen Wharf, he would always spend one or two copper plates, order a bowl of stinky tofu, or osmanthus cake, and eat it beautifully, which would be a reward for himself.

But Su Chen is worried at this moment and has no intention of these things at all.

After leaving Hanshan Taoist Temple, Su Chen realized it and found that his vest was cold and sweating all over. He knew that he had sneaked into Hanshan Taoist Temple to do these things this time, and he was a little reckless.

Unless one day he cultivates into Zhongdantian and becomes a top-notch master, he must never fight against Master Qinghe head-on. The first-class internal master is too strong, and there is no luck in facing head-on battles.

The Qinghe Daozhu used the convenience of the Hanshan Daoguan as a substitute for the temple master to collect information about believers and pilgrims in private, and colluded with water bandits to plunder wealthy businessmen. This would naturally be unforgivable to do evil.

Su Chen naturally hated him.

But he couldn't do anything. Director Qinghe was the eldest disciple of Hanshan Zhenren. No one would believe it without conclusive evidence.

You still have to act carefully, otherwise you will be beaten with one blow and will inevitably be counterattacked.
Chapter completed!