In the ruling hall, Marina had just left the house, and the two ruling leaders looked at each other, and finally it was Leng Gun Fang Hongying who picked up new information.

Fang Hongying is thirty years old, tall and slender, with a slightly feminine facial features, and her head is raised and her chest is like a sharp spear.

On the other side, Ouyang Xing, forty-two years old, had a shaved beard, sharp eyes, tall figure, with a tiger back and a bear waist, and a uniform that was about to be burst by his muscles.

Both of them wore black and white two-color uniforms of the judgment, and distinguished their duties by the "Cross Sword" logo on the uniform armband. The white cross sword represents the captain of the judgment.

Fang Hongying glanced at the information and said, "Some old guys can't sit still. It seems that the temptation of "The Wordless True Sutra" is really great."

"Old guy? Could it be the Wuming old monk who is closest to the sword immortal?" The heavy cannon Ouyang Xing's eyes also flashed: "Fifty years ago, I was called the number one person under the sword immortal. Can he reach the sword immortal realm in fifty years? It's really exciting."

"You look up to him. Monk Wuming does not have this talent or this luck. However, in the past fifty years, he has no movement even if the Northern Dynasties are destroyed. Now, if there is intelligence, it is afraid that something will cause trouble."

"Things have changed. As long as we have our ruling, no one can cause trouble in the Jiuzhou Continent." Ouyang Xing just wanted to have a hearty battle, and did not think that what happened to the Wuming Monk: "When will he arrive in Tonghai?"

"The intelligence speculated that he would go around a lot, because the final information was that he went to sea, and it would probably take another month."

"It's a pity that the whereabouts of the "Writeless True Sutra" are still a mystery. This moonlit night monster thief is also capable of stealing things under the nose of the cathedral." Ouyang Xing was very puzzled, because the cathedral also sent someone to investigate, but he could not find any clues at all.

"This can only show that the moonlit monster thief is not a qigong master, but an ordinary person." Fang Hongying judged this way: "Otherwise, it cannot explain how he could not leave any traces on the scene."

Of course, the cathedral will not allow anyone to rob the rich and help the poor under his nose. However, the priest who investigated could not find any clues. This can only show one thing, that is, the thief is not a qigong master, and he will not use the power of unknown things, so the priest will return without success.

Ouyang Xing said it was impossible: "Average people have such skills?"

"Careful? He just stole some big investors. Then he spread the rumors through the outside world. If we really encounter them, we are afraid that any divine servant can take him down." Fang Hongying didn't think that Yueye Monster Thieves had the ability and stealing things was not a good idea.

"But he stole the "Wordless True Sutra", and that thing was under the custody of the Fourth Young Master. How can an ordinary person avoid the guards of the Tianyan warrior steal national treasures? And if he was an ordinary person, why did he steal national treasures?" Ouyang Xing knew that Fang Hongying was smarter than himself, so he asked a lot of questions.

"I have to ask the fourth young master what the hell are they doing."

After hearing this sentence, Ouyang Xing became even more confused: "What does it mean?"

Fang Hongying continued to explain: "The fourth young master just met with some people and immediately exhibited the national treasure, and the guards were extremely relaxed. I am afraid that the fourth young master did it on purpose, just to steal the stolen goods. They could not bear the infamy of reselling national treasures, so they wanted to create a national treasure theft case to cover up their behind-the-scenes transactions, but they did not want the moon night monster to take the lead. Instead, they used the guard loophole created by the fourth young master to steal the "Text Wordless Sutra"."

Ouyang Xing was shocked because Fang Hongying's explanation was too reasonable and there was no flaw. Only in this way could we explain how ordinary people could steal the "Wordless True Sutra". Everything was the conspiracy of the fourth prince, and the strange thief just used this conspiracy to protect the national treasure.

"So the Yueye Monster Thieves are the people around the Fourth Young Master? Otherwise, how could he know about the Fourth Young Master's conspiracy?"

Fang Hongying just shrugged: "Who knows, we are only responsible for carrying out the ruling tasks, and solving cases is not within the scope of work. The monster thief steals the "Writeless True Sutra" just helps us lead snakes out of the hole. Qigong masters who covet national treasures think they can steal national treasures from the monster thief, but they save us from looking for them everywhere."

"This is better, my machine gun is already hungry and thirsty." Ouyang Xing was not entangled in the identity of the moonlit monster thief, but was eager to have a bloody battle with those pagans.

The strength of the cathedral is undoubtedly a cloud covering the Jiuzhou continent. The six ruling leaders are even more famous, with countless qigong masters stained with their hands.

However, there are still many secret associations formed by Qigong masters in Tonghai City. They hide in this huge city and hide among the population of 4 million. They usually have their own jobs and their identities. Only when necessary will they gather as Qigong masters to communicate whether they have any or not. In order to avoid the exposure of their identities as much as possible, they will hide their identities at every gathering.

Wang Jinglun is such a member of a secret society. He is usually the president of a private bank, with a villa, a wife and daughter, and a complete life winner, but in secret he is a middle-aged Qigong master with a master level.

On the surface, Wang Jinglun is still energetic and never tireless, and is even more conscientious about his work. He dares not slack off at all. He often works overtime and stays up late. But one day every month, he will rest, he will leave his job, leave his warm little home, and attend a secret gathering, hoping to trade goods for goods and get the magic weapons or medicines he needs.

If it was a normal day of rest, as long as there was nothing to do, Wang Jinglun would go to the old streets in the old city, because there were many antique and cultural relics stores here, and he might receive some special products.

Today, Wang Jinglun also came to the old street. He was also an old customer in the old street because he often had to deal with foreigners. Sometimes he would bring foreigners to Taobao on the old street, or he would buy some gifts for foreigners by himself.

Zhang San knows Wang Jinglun, and Wang Jinglun also knows Zhang San.

"Boss Zhang, I heard that you went out to buy items some time ago. Is there any good thing?" Wang Jinglun went up to say hello enthusiastically when he saw Zhang San.

"President Wang, long time no see." Wang Jinglun is a top figure. Zhang San is still looking forward to him introducing more suckers, so he naturally did not dare to neglect: "Don't mention it, that's really bad luck. Not only did he not receive anything, he almost lost his life."

Wang Jinglun couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"When I came back, I encountered a shipwreck."

"I read it in the newspaper, are you on the boat, too?"

"Yes, I'm alive." Zhang San said with lingering fear: "If you don't talk about these unhappy things, what President Wang wants to buy this time, just watch whatever he wants."

Wang Jinglun's eyes locked in a fake antique. Although the antique was fake, there were spiritual fluctuations inside. He walked over as if he was unintentionally, looked over one by one, and finally picked up the vase and asked, "Is this a new product?"

"It's new, and the workmanship is OK." Zhang San naturally chose the decorations placed in the study, and the workmanship is definitely acceptable.

"The style is good, I think foreigners must like it. How much does this cost?"

Zhang San smiled and thought about the price in his heart: "Fifty taels." He knew that the price was about the same. If it was too cheap, the other party would be embarrassed to send it out.

"Boss Zhang, I am also an old customer. You can get this thing back at most twenty taels. I won't let you lose money, so I'll sell it to me thirty taels." I can't show that I value vases very much, so I still have to bargain.

"This workmanship is already a fine product. President Wang, you know how to be a good person. Forty-five taels really can't be lower. You also know that I have a family to support, but unlike President Wang, you have a salary of hundreds of taels of silver a year. I can rely on business to support my family."

"This is how it is. Boss Zhang, don't complain to me. I won't be able to deal with you. Forty taels, will it be a deal?" said President Wang.
Chapter completed!