The seller of the heavens

Jiang Chen nodded, and continued to ask:

"Then do you know where these people's strongholds are?"

After thinking for a while, Liang Qiuyan replied uncertainly:

"It seems to be Nengren Temple, it should be in the provincial capital."

"Nengren Temple?"

Jiang Chen muttered a few words in a low voice, feeling that the name sounded a bit familiar, and after trying to recall it, he remembered that this force had appeared in Huang Feihong: Iron Chicken Fighting Centipede.

On the surface, this Nengren Temple is a temple, but in fact it hides filth and defilement. It specializes in abducting and robbing women and selling them to Nanyang to make money. The leader is a monk named Kongkong Zhenren.

Therefore, Liang Qiuyan should not have lied.

Of course, the specific situation needs to be investigated before it can be determined.

Various thoughts flashed through Jiang Chen's mind, and soon he came to a decision, and said to the two girls:

"The two of you stay here with peace of mind, those who follow you dare not come to me as presumptuous.

After that, I will investigate this Nengren Temple. If this temple is really secretly trafficking women, I will definitely not let them go. "

Liang Qiuyan heard that a stone in her heart fell to the ground, and she quickly thanked:

"Thank you, Master Jiang."

"You are Welcome."

Jiang Chen waved his hand, and said to Yu Xiaoyu beside him:

"Little fish, take them down and settle down."

Yu Xiaoyu is one of the logistics personnel who came to the provincial capital this time, and nodded upon hearing this:

"yes."

After the three girls left, Jiang Chen asked the support staff and disciples to clean up and tidy up, while he himself took Fang Tianhao and Liang Kuan out to inquire about Nengren Temple.

Nengren Temple is still very famous in the provincial capital. After asking a few people, Jiang Chen quickly got the basic situation of Nengren Temple.

This temple is located in a secluded forest in the west of the city. It has been around for some years. The old abbot is highly respected. The incense in the temple is not bad, and believers often go to burn incense and worship Buddha.

On the surface, there seems to be nothing wrong with this temple.

Liang Kuan hesitated and said:

"Master, do you think Miss Liang made a mistake? This Nengren Temple doesn't look like a place where women are imprisoned."

Fang Tianhao didn't think much of it, he had been a beggar and had seen the dangers of society:

"It's still too early to say these things. Even if there is something wrong with Nengren Temple, it will definitely not be shown, and ordinary people will not know."

Jiang Chen nodded:

"Tianhao is right. I will go to Nengren Temple in person at night. I will find out what's going on."

Liang Kuan recommended himself after hearing the words, and said excitedly:

"Master, let me go with you."

Jiang Chen glanced at him, shook his head unceremoniously and said:

"Your martial arts are too poor. If you go there, you will only be hindered. I am enough alone."

"Have you ever said that about an apprentice?"

Liang Kuan was hit hard, and grumbled aggrievedly.

However, he also knew that what Jiang Chen said was right, compared to his master, Jiang Chen, his martial arts were really not worth mentioning.

...

Night fell.

The waning moon was covered by a layer of white clouds, and only the outline of Mohu could be seen.

Jiang Chen changed into night clothes, covered his face, left the General's Mansion, skimmed over the eaves, and soon arrived outside Nengren Temple.

With a little step on his feet, he performed the floating light skill on water, and sneaked into the temple without making a sound.

With Jiang Chen's current lightness kung fu, it is not difficult to fly over eaves and walls, and there is no sound in the flash, and ordinary people can't catch his figure at all.

After wandering around the temple like a ghost for a while, Jiang Chen discovered that there were a lot of monks in Nengren Temple, and all of them were strong and strong, with strong hands and feet, obviously they had practiced some boxing skills.

I didn't see the women who were detained. Those women should be locked in a secret room, but I don't know where the secret passage of the agency is.

Jiang Chen thought, he still needs to find someone to interrogate.

After turning around and getting acquainted with the environment of Nengren Temple, Jiang Chen picked out his target, but inadvertently heard something useful outside a Buddhist hall.

"Well, have you found the two escaped women?"

"No, I haven't found it yet."

Snapped!

Accompanied by a loud slap, the voice of a middle-aged man reprimanded angrily:

"Trash, you can't even look down on a few women, what use are you for?"

"It's all the disciple's fault, please give the disciple another chance, master."

"I'll give you another three days. If you still can't find anyone, I'll take your skin off."

"Yes, this disciple must bring those two bitches back."

Then a young monk came out of the Buddhist hall covering his face, muttering in a low voice:

"The provincial capital is so big, who knows where those two women went, how could they find them in three days, alas!

If it really doesn't work, I can only find a few women to make up the number. I hope the master will not care about it. "

The young monk was secretly worried, but he didn't notice that a figure appeared behind him without a sound, and a hand knife suddenly cut his neck.

"Forehead!"

The young monk froze slightly, then rolled his eyes and passed out.

Jiang Chen grabbed the young monk and floated out of Nengren Temple, returned to the General's Mansion, and began to interrogate.

Wow!

A basin of cold water was poured over the monk's head.

The young monk suddenly shuddered, and instantly woke up from his coma. After taking a look at the unfamiliar environment around him, he stared at Jiang Chen vigilantly:

"Who are you and where is this place?"

"Snapped!"

Jiang Chen raised his hand and gave the other party a slap, and then Shi Shiran said:

"I'll ask, and you'll answer. Tell me honestly, where did you lock up those captive women?"

"What woman are you talking about? I'm a monk, how can I lock up women?"

The young monk Tong Kong shrank slightly, then looked at Jiang Chen blankly, as if he didn't know anything about what Jiang Chen said.

He has a natural expression and superb acting skills. If someone else is here, he will definitely be fooled by him.

After a pause, the young monk said to Jiang Chen again:

"Is there some misunderstanding here? Could it be you who made a mistake?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out his hand from his bosom, and raised it towards Jiang Chen.

"Go to hell you!"

At some point in his hand, he had already grabbed a handful of Mixiang, and he was about to stun Jiang Chen.

But his movements were far less fast than Jiang Chen's. Before the monk could open his hand to release the fragrance, Jiang Chen's foot had already arrived first, and kicked his hand first.

With the sound of Kacha, the five fingers of the young monk were instantly kicked so hard that the phalanges were broken, the whole fist was covered with blood and flesh, the phalanges were twisted, and the Mixiang in his hand was also wrapped in flesh and sticky together.

"ah!"

Five fingers connected to the heart, the young monk couldn't help screaming in agony, his facial features were twisted and squeezed together, excruciating pain.

Jiang Chen withdrew his feet and stood there leisurely. After he screamed for a while, he continued:

"How about it, can you answer my question now? If you still don't know, I will kick your lifeline to pieces. I hope you think carefully before speaking."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the young monk's abdomen, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.