"Skinny Monkey."

"Mr. He's letter is so accurate. How do you know that Uncle Tiger is out of confinement?"

"Exit?!"

He Shuli's originally anxious heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he didn't care to exchange pleasantries with the thin monkey.

Rushed to the backyard.

The setting sun beats the blood, and the glow sinks.

A tall figure was lying on his side on a wicker chair, scrolling through the scriptures in his hands, enjoying a relaxing moment.

When he saw the dusty He Shuli, he smiled and said: "The information is quite good. I thought about it for two days before telling you. I didn't want you to find it first."

"Master, you are finally out of seclusion!"

He Shuli's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, his body softened, and he almost collapsed on the ground.

…

dusk.

Inside the dark palace.

A monk wearing a bronze mask and a blue sky cloud water robe put down the jade slip in his hand and said lightly: "So, in just five or six years, I lost three governors."

"They are the Governor of Cuiyun Mountain, the Governor of Yunge, and the Governor of Huafang."

The monk gathered his magic power, drew a spiritual map, and said, "They are all distributed within the territory of the Great Instrument Sect. Could it be that the Great Instrument Sect took action?"

As he spoke, his eyes moved away.

"My subordinates found out that it was not the Daqi Sect that took action."

"The Governor of Cuiyun Mountain enriched his own pockets. When his life was about to end, he tried to use a puppet of heaven to change his life. He was killed by an unknown monk. He spent less than half a stick of incense."

The figure half-kneeling in the hall with his head lowered continued to report: "The monk from Yunge was attacked by a puppet of Tianji and died of serious injuries."

"My subordinates have sent people to find out. It was Wu Zhu who took action."

Saying this, he presented the jade slip.

"The Governor of Huafang should be the safest one, but it is said that a monk crossed the Han River and caused disaster to the fish pond."

"oh?"

The monk in the high seat took the jade slip, his spiritual consciousness passed by, and then asked: "Do you have the memory of the Yin God?"

"Back to the hall master, except for the helmsman of Yun Pavilion, there are no other two."

"Have you not even taken back the Yin Shen Nascent Soul?"

The high-ranking monk frowned and pondered.

There are many ways to kill the Peak Great True Monarch, not to mention that most of these rudder leaders are mediocre people, so it is reasonable for them to be killed.

However, those who can kill them and trap the Yin Shen are definitely not ordinary people.

"In just a few years, I have lost three helmsmen. I am very sad and heartbroken. I ordered the 'Desolate Fox' to investigate the matter thoroughly and give justice to my three helmsmen."

The masked monk slowly leaned back, with most of his body sinking into the shadows.

Waving his hands slightly, he said: "Go ahead, don't let me lose my reputation."

"Here!"

The monk bowed and exited the hall, holding the token high. As he raised it, the token disappeared.

Then a slender figure appeared on the other side. The man's appearance was hidden under a fox mask. He rubbed the token and said, "What mission did the hall master say it was?"

"My lord, please take a look."

The monk presented the jade slip.

"Tianji City, mysterious monk."

Huanghu took the jade slip and glanced at it, then he understood.

Without saying anything, he used his escape technique and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

Its power, spirit, and aura are obscure and mysterious. It is not like mountains and lakes, but rather like facing a small world, which makes people feel awe.

Even with his level of cultivation, he still feels stressed.

It wasn't until the man disappeared that the monk stood up and took a look.
Chapter completed!