Qin Cheng chose a residence that was closest to the mountains.

Sitting cross-legged on the top floor of the villa, Qin Cheng looked at the misty mountains with complicated eyes.

"Poppy, have you really become a murderer?"

He still remembered the powerless pain he felt at that time.

If Poppy really turns into a demon, Qin Cheng will also be responsible.

What should we do after we catch her? What if she really kills countless people...

Qin Cheng sighed and didn't want to think about it.

But no matter what, he had to first determine whether Poppy was the murderous demon that everyone thought he was.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, Commander Zhang found Qincheng.

"Commander Qin, this case has been delayed for a long time. I wonder where you want to start?" Commander Zhang asked Qin Cheng for his opinion.

"When was the last time she killed someone?" Qin Cheng asked.

"The most recent incident was at Hanshui Temple. Eight monks died. Six of them were members of the Great Wuzong." Commander Zhang said with lingering fear.

"Before, it was the Zhang family in the martial arts world. More than ten members of the family were killed. The death was too tragic."

"Then let's go to Hanshui Temple." Qin Cheng thought for a while and said.

A group of people came to Hanshui Temple.

Hanshui Temple is located in the western suburbs of Nanshan, with a beautiful environment. The temple occupies a large area and is majestic.

There are many Buddhist temples in Nanshan, among which Hanshui Temple is a relatively famous one, and Hanshui Temple is well-known in the martial arts world and has produced many masters.

Zhang Tong led his people to arrive.

The host of Hanshui Temple came out to greet him.

He looked to be in his sixties, with white eyebrows on his temples. He was dressed in a spotless monk's robe, and looked like an eminent monk.

Qin Cheng used his spiritual sense to investigate and found that the old master's cultivation was not weak, and the aura he exuded was very strong. His cultivation had actually reached the level of transformation.

Was it possible to injure the poppy at that time?

"Amitabha, the old monk Jueyuan has met all the donors." The old abbot looked sad, as if he had not yet gotten over the grief of the monk being killed.

"On Master Jueyuan's Day, our security department is here today, and we still want to ask you about the death of the eight monks." Commander Zhang said: "This is Commander Qin from Kyoto. He is in charge this time."

"The commander of Qin is young and promising, and the old monk admires him," Jue Yuan said.

He nodded and led several people to the location of the incident.

While walking, they passed through temples one after another. Qin Cheng noticed that there were golden Buddha statues placed in the main hall of the Buddhist temple, and there were many pilgrims coming in and out constantly.

It seems that the Hanshui Temple is quite prosperous.

"In front of Hanshui Temple, there is a place to receive pilgrims and worship Buddha, and behind it is the residence of our monks. I never expected that such a tragedy would happen in this peaceful place."

Jue Yuan led everyone to a house.

After Qin Cheng walked in, he glanced around.

On the ground, the blood stains have not faded away. The surrounding walls are also stained with a small amount of blood.

The most eye-catching thing is the criss-crossing sword rays on the wall.

"The poppy devil is very ruthless. All eight of my disciples were killed by one sword." The old host sighed: "You must catch this girl and pay for the blood debt of my poor disciples."

Qin Cheng walked over and touched the wall with his fingers. The spiritual energy surged, eliciting a sword energy that had not yet dissipated.

Feeling it carefully, Qin Cheng's heart trembled, as the poppy's aura clearly remained on it.

Obviously, Poppy did come here.

In short, the atmosphere in the whole room was extremely chaotic, and Qin Cheng could not find anything else of value.

"Has your place been cleaned?" Qin Cheng frowned.

"Yes, this is a Buddhist temple after all. After the old monk asked Commander Zhang for instructions, he tidied it up a little," Jue Yuan said.

Qin Cheng flipped through the files provided by the Security Office.

"According to you, that poppy came in in the middle of the night and killed eight of your disciples. Are there any witnesses?"

"Yes, although it happened suddenly, several donors screamed after discovering it, which attracted our attention."

"Male donor or female donor?" Qin Cheng suddenly asked.

Jue Yuan was stunned, and Qin Cheng raised his hand and took out some long dyed hair.

"Both men and women are alike." Jue Yuan thought for a while and said.

"But your Hanshui Temple is all male monks, so why do you have female donors coming to your door late at night?" Qin Cheng said.

"Commander Qin misunderstood."

Jue Yuan smiled and said: "You don't know something. Our Hanshui Temple accepts donors regardless of gender. And I don't find it strange that there are male donors."

"But in the middle of the night, you eight monks and male and female donors are in the same room studying Buddhism. Are you sure you are not doing other things together?"

Qin Cheng's eyebrows twitched.

The old host shook his head and sighed: "Commander Qin, we are all virtuous monks. I hope you can respect us."

"Oh. I'm sorry, are those female donors still there?"

Qin Cheng felt more and more strange.

He felt that it was important to find out the situation and find out the truth about whether Poppy was possessed by the devil.

"The female donors were so frightened that they went home. But one of them is still there."

"Go and find the female benefactor." The old abbot told a disciple, and soon a woman was brought along.

She looked frightened, turned pale, and seemed to be very surprised.

Qin Cheng asked him some things, which were the same as what the old host said.

"What did the monk talk to you about? The old abbot said you were talking about Buddhism?" Qin Cheng said suddenly.

The woman was stunned and quickly looked at the old host.

Jue Yuan coughed and said, "As long as the female donor tells the truth."

"You were talking about some Buddhism with me, but I forgot the content." The woman blinked and said.

Qin Cheng's eyes flashed with something strange. If he was really studying Buddhism, why should he consult the old host for his opinion on what exactly he was talking about?

He felt that this woman must be hiding something.

"Host Jue Yuan said, there are four male donors present, right?" Qin Cheng suddenly said with a smile.

"Yes, yes." The woman nodded quickly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I remembered wrongly, he said six." Qin Cheng said again.

"Yes, there are six. I also remembered it wrong." The woman smiled awkwardly.

"But actually he said three." Qin Cheng sighed.

The woman was stunned. She looked at Jue Yuan again as if asking for help, with a panicked look on her face.

"Donor, you must have been frightened these past few days. Your memory is a little confused. Go and rest." Jue Yuan said.

The woman was taken away by two monks. Qin Cheng narrowed his eyes, feeling more and more that something was wrong.

However, Jue Yuan deliberately concealed it, and he couldn't get any truth here.

"I have nothing more to ask, let's go." Qin Cheng said.

Then he noticed that several monks beside Jue Yuan visibly exhaled and seemed to be relieved.

Before leaving Hanshui Temple, Qin Cheng suddenly turned his head and looked at a monk who passed by with a slightly red and swollen cheek.

"Have we met somewhere?" Qin Cheng asked.

"The donor was joking, we haven't met yet." The monk was stunned, looking at Qin Cheng's face with some confusion.

The old host walked over with a smile and said, "This is my third disciple who has achieved enlightenment."

"Wudao, what's wrong with you?" Jue Yuan asked.
Chapter completed!