Kaifeng Bistro

Chapter 50 Ally or Enemy

Tan Zhifeng stopped in his tracks. He suddenly remembered that Wen Hui, under scorching questioning, had said a few words about the rules for receiving different guests in Tianqing Temple. Those who live in these narrow meditation rooms.Tianqing Temple should have arranged for them a more secluded and spacious residence.

He boldly walked a few more steps along the bamboo forest, and after just a few steps, he found a narrow path, and on this path, there were obviously traces of footsteps coming and going.

There had been a little snow in the afternoon, but the footprints on this trail were still obvious.Tan Zhifeng weighed it for a moment, and then walked along this road to the depths of the bamboo forest.

After a while, he regretted it a little. The bamboo forest was very quiet, and the road was very narrow. He kept bumping into bamboo branches and making rattling noises. But when he wanted to turn around and go back, he suddenly found that the road ahead Gradually it becomes wider, and there are several courtyards that are far apart and independent from each other. These courtyards seem to be built in the bamboo forest, but those dense bamboos cleverly separate them from each other.Compared with those narrow monk's houses in front, this place is obviously a real practice place built for rich people.

Tan Zhifeng gathered his spiritual energy again, pushed aside the bamboo leaves in front of him and let himself slowly float upwards with the night wind, he could see more and more clearly, some yards were still lit, some yards were already pitch black, and At the farthest point, there was a courtyard wall that was higher than the surrounding courtyard walls, and it was built with great style. A middle-aged man and two servants hurried to that courtyard along another road in the bamboo forest.

He closed his eyes, the restless, suffocating breath was radiating from that direction little by little.What he felt was not only quarrels, panic, despair, and resentment, but also a strong smell of blood, which he hated very much.

It's just that this man, his back view, his side face, somehow gave Tan Zhifeng a sense of familiarity.But it was too late for him to think too much.

"That's right there." Tan Zhifeng muttered to himself. "Let's go."

He walked lightly through the bamboo forest, trying to keep up with the footsteps of those people.As they got closer and closer, he vaguely heard the anxious voice of the middle-aged man walking in the front: "...you must find it...!...otherwise, you have all seen his methods..."

Having said that, the man stopped and stood there motionless. Tan Zhifeng felt his face contorted due to fear, and his body was trembling slightly: "Go... and open the courtyard door."

"Yes." A servant beside him quickly stepped forward, took out the key, and opened the heavy lock on the courtyard door.Another older man, who seemed to be his confidant, asked cautiously: "I don't know whether Kaifeng Mansion... has sent someone to guard the area. Should we be more careful?"

"It's okay." The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently: "I've already taken care of it, and told them to catch the criminals. There's nothing to check here. They already had a rough look at it that day."

"Then how do you know...Madam must have, must have..." The man looked around, his voice getting lower and lower, Tan Zhifeng's spiritual power was limited, he didn't dare to approach, and he couldn't hear clearly.

Fortunately, at this time, the middle-aged man suddenly became emotional. He raised his hand and pushed the door violently, and said at the same time: "How is your wife? Don't you know? The old woman she stayed at home has always been her eyeliner." That night... that night, if she hadn't uttered bad words first, and then yelled something to catch me, how could... how could such a thing happen!"

Tan Zhifeng thought carefully about what the middle-aged man said.Little by little information that was not clear in his mind began to piece together slowly.It's just that he still can't figure out where this middle-aged man's sense of familiarity comes from... He has seen this person before, maybe from a distance, or maybe...or maybe he has seen someone Someone who looks like him...

The word "Xia" that appeared in the night sky was undoubtedly written by Bo, and there was no mistake about it.However, why the first two people who were attacked were officials in high positions who were concerned about the Xixia war, while the third one was a woman living in a Buddhist temple?

Chang Yushan's mask, Sang Sijun... Who is providing convenience for Bo and helping him make waves in Kaifeng City?What worries him even more is - this time, what is the purpose of the Xixia people? !

Tan Zhifeng saw that the middle-aged man and his two followers had already entered the courtyard, he walked around to the back of the courtyard, intending to find a suitable place to turn in and have a look, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind not far from him Tan Zhifeng quickly glanced into the dark corner by the wall, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pale white shadow, like a dexterous flying swallow, grazing the wall and leaping into the courtyard.

Tan Zhifeng was taken aback, and naturally acted more cautiously.He changed the place and jumped into the yard, and carefully released his spiritual power to look around, only to feel that the smell of blood was the thickest in the room. It seems that Sang Sijun was killed in this room that day.

Tan Zhifeng closed his eyes and felt it carefully again. He found that besides the three people in the room, there seemed to be another different breath on the roof.The breath was long and steady, and there was a faint spiritual power in it!

This spiritual power is somewhat similar to his own spiritual power, but Tan Zhifeng can tell that this spiritual power has nothing to do with Ying Long. Who is he? !

Things were much more complicated than Tan Zhifeng imagined, and he almost didn't dare to move.I could only lean there and look in with the faint light in the house.The furnishings in the room are very simple, but everything is of great value. The middle-aged man looked inside and out, and then carefully put everything back to its original place.But there are too few things in the room, even the bed is only a neat set of quilts.

"...Commissioner...," the butler-looking person said, "Ma'am,...would she have done something in this room?"

"Probably not." The middle-aged man lowered his head in thought, and then he raised his hand to beckon to another young man: "You are an expert, come and see if there is a hidden compartment here. I watched and built this house , There was absolutely no place to hide things at that time, but she...she always hated me, and it was expected that she would do things behind my back."

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" He added again worryingly, "It's hard to catch up with such a sacrifice to their gods, if they can't go back on time..."

Tan Zhifeng noticed that the people on the roof were also watching attentively. He wanted to take the opportunity to get closer and see clearly, but suddenly felt a heat on his neck.Oops!Just at this juncture, Bo is here!

Tan Zhifeng forced himself to calm down.Since he came here, he had already thought of the possibility of running into Bo.He tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart.His pendant was hot, but Beau wouldn't notice him.This is the best chance to find out the truth!

But what about the man on the roof?Did he also feel the danger coming?He is definitely not Bo's opponent, maybe...

Before Tan Zhifeng had time to think about it, Bo Na's gloomy and hoarse voice sounded at the door: "Mr. Chen, you are so eager to return to the place where your wife died, is it because you want to burn incense for her?"

The middle-aged man suddenly panicked, his eyes were full of fear, and he turned around slowly.Bo was standing at the door, his tall figure almost filling the entire door frame.He walked into the room step by step, the flickering candlelight left him and the one on his arm with only one head, the lifeless yellow snake was reflected on the whitewashed wall, no matter from which angle you looked at it They are all very scary.

"I didn't realize at first that you and your wife are really close as husband and wife." The expression on Bo's face became more and more gloomy, and the member Chen couldn't even speak. Back off.Bo still pressed on, "Show me, what did you find here?"

"No..." Chen Yuanwai finally calmed down, panting, "I'm here, I'm just here to tidy up. After all, Jiannei has lived here for more than a year. Now, now that she has an accident, this yard will naturally be returned to her. Tianqing Temple, we plan to count these belongings and bring them back to the Chen family..."

"There are only two people here, without even a cart or horse. How are you going to move these belongings away?" Bo laughed, but his laughter was a hoarse, hissing sound that was almost frictional. Hearing this, Tan Zhifeng had goose bumps all over his body.

"What's more..." He suddenly raised his hand, and the listless yellow snake shot towards the roof like an arrow, whistling with the wind, the speed scared everyone Jumping, Bo's voice suddenly doubled, and it sounded like thunder in their ears: "...a guest is coming, why don't you treat him well?!"

The yellow snake knocked open a hole in the roof like lightning, and the broken tiles and dust flew everywhere.Tan Zhifeng flew back in horror, avoiding the attack of the flying broken tiles. At first he thought that Bo was talking about himself, but soon, he saw the figure on the roof jumping into the air, and white lights shot at the The crooked, ugly snake's head was rolled over by the yellow snake to avoid it.

"Hmph..." Tan Zhifeng hid in the dark, feeling extremely anxious. The man on the roof was wearing a moon-white blouse. His figure was as light as the swaying wind and as soft as willow branches in spring. Unrestrained and calm, even facing such a terrifying monster, he did not show the slightest panic. He just snorted lightly as if joking, and continued to wrestle with the yellow snake.

But Tan Zhifeng could tell that he was no match for Yellow Snake, not to mention that Bo was still glaring at him viciously from below.Tan Zhifeng never wanted to watch this man fall into Bo's hands, but that man seemed to trust his own kung fu very much, and he didn't pay attention to the yellow snake at all. One person and one snake were very close, and he didn't make a move at all. Chance.