Zeng Qing was lying on the ground at this time, and he fainted from the pain. Blood from his broken arm was flowing freely. If this continues, he will not be rescued. When he loses too much blood, his life will almost be effective...

Murong He couldn't believe that Wei Li beside him was a secret stake that Han Mo had already set. At this moment, his body suddenly turned cold, and he seemed to understand that he had far underestimated Han Mo's ability.

Now he only regrets that he took the silver right hand and let Han Mo quietly set up nails beside him for 500 taels of silver. Han Mo may not have known that the nails he laid would bring such great help to him in the future.

"I understand." The big sword in Murong He's hand fell to the ground, looked at Han Mo, and said slowly: "Although I looked at you from beginning to end,... Wei Li let the news out..." He glanced at several sword hands coldly and said lightly: "The people I ambushed have become yours."

Han Mo said lightly: "Since you are so smart, why don't you think about it before doing this? Your little trick can deal with me... Can deal with the West Flower Hall?" After a pause, a cold smile appeared on his face: "You should discuss with Master Xiao before you act."

Murong He laughed furiously: "Han Mo, I admire you at this point... If you don't kill me, I will definitely not let you go in the future!"

"You said this, and you still want to leave here alive?" Han Mo smiled strangely: "Murong He, actually I have wanted to kill you for a long time. Your dog barked in my ear every day, which made me feel very uncomfortable... I have been trying to use some method to kill you, but I didn't expect that you had an idea for me..."

Murong He's face turned blue, and the trap he thought was carefully and carefully set was eventually used by Han Mo. He regretted it, but he knew better that this young man named Han Mo looked gentle but not pure. Since he found such an opportunity, he could only die without life today.

Because of his anger and hatred towards Han Mo, he set up a trap that looks clever but is actually full of loopholes. How could Han Mo, the director of the West Flower Hall, not catch such a loophole?

Winning and defeat on the battlefield can be excused by "winning and defeat are common things for military strategists", but in such a conspiracy struggle, once you really tear your face and fight, you must not lose, because the loser will be destined to be crushed to pieces.

Murong He's political experience seems to be not rich enough, and his ability to play with conspiracies is too weak.

He acted impulsively and planned alone in such a duel that he could not lose, without notifying the Xiao family. This fatal mistake was driven by anger, and the most important reason was that he overestimated himself and underestimated Han Mo.

Han Mo has been waiting for Murong He to reveal his fatal flaws. He is like a hungry wolf who has been spying on and waiting. As long as Murong He shows his flaws, he will pounce like lightning and tear Murong He to pieces.

Perhaps even Han Mo did not expect that the opportunity would come as soon as possible, and he didn't even have to wait for too long.

...

"Mr. Murong led a team to Moonlight Temple to capture the bandits, and even went up the mountain to investigate. He didn't want to be discovered by the monks of Moonlight Temple. Among these monks, there were black flags lurking...!" Han Mo held his finger and said leisurely: "Mr. Murong bravely led the team to kill the enemy and killed several black flags, but he died heroically. The cavalry captain Zeng Qing also died in a fierce battle...Mr. Murong, do you think it's okay to write this in the memorial?"

Return to the other person with his own way!

Murong He almost bit his teeth into pieces. He felt that if he died now, he would definitely become a ghost because the resentment in his body could no longer be released.

"Yes, I have to add one more sentence. Han Mo and Wei Li fought hard and finally killed the five Black Flag people... As Lord Murong said, this corpse...!" Han Mo pointed to the closed gate of the main hall: "Are there still a dozen monks inside? Five of them were Black Flags, and the rest were brutally killed by Black Flags. I think this should make sense."

Wei Li smiled and said, "Everyone in the army knows that Lord Murong treats me well and treats me as a confidant. If Lord Han wants to testify, I am willing to stand up... I think many people will believe my words...~!"

"Wow!"

Murong He was furious and could no longer hold on at this time. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and fell on the bluestone floor of the Zen temple.

In anger, he didn't care about Han Dao's fist clenching at his neck, and then rushed forward and fought to the death. Without saying a word, the knife hand behind him slashed hard at his back, and Murong He fell to the ground.

He struggled on the ground, Han Mo looked at him with pity, walked slowly to him and squatted down, with a sarcastic look on his lips: "Murong He, you have to admit that you... are not my opponent!"

Murong He roared angrily, struggled to kneel up, trying to pounce on Han Mo. Han Mo just sighed and signaled to the knife hand. The knife hand came forward, and Han Dao took action, and immediately cut off Murong He's head, his body and head separated, and Murong He's head rolled a few times and stopped, and he kept his eyes open, and he was dying with his eyes open.

Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief and said to the swordsman: "Treat it...!" He asked again: "Where are the swordsmans that Murong He was ambushing?"

The knife hand replied calmly: "Don't worry, sir, we brought the corpse-dissolving powder from the pharmacy...!"

Han Mo nodded with satisfaction and smiled faintly: "It's done well." There is no doubt that Murong He's ambushing knife hand had long been dealt with by the officials, and the bodies had turned into water at this time.

The dark assassination of the officials of the Xihua Hall was rare in Yan State and even the entire Central Plains.

These swordsmen are naturally officials of the West Flower Hall. They are familiar with the matter of setting up illusions and ask carefully: "Sir, those monks..."

"They are all practicing Buddhas." Han Mo said lightly: "Send them to the Pure Land as soon as possible so as not to work hard to practice..."

More than a dozen monks from Moonlight Temple were tied into the main hall. The so-called name of bandits is nothing more than a man of Murong He. These are honest monks who practice honestly.

But they are involved in this plan and are destined to become victims.

Five monks were pulled into the yard, and the other monks were killed in the main hall by big swords. The five monks who came out first trembled with fear and held the big swords prepared by the officials for them, which was to leave fingerprints on the knife. However, the handle of the knife was not yet heated, and they were soon executed and became members of the so-called "black flag".

As for Zeng Qing who fainted, the officials naturally took two blows to help him get rid of the pain.

The officials of the Xihua Hall arranged the monks' bodies in a regular manner, so naturally there must be some scars on their bodies, which were signs of being beheaded after dressed as fierce battles.

Han Mo took the three black bamboos from Murong He and looked at one of the swordsmen. The swordsmen had already taken out two black bamboos from their bodies and handed them to Han Mo.

Before the Ximen family's turmoil, Xihua Hall had grabbed five black flags and held five black bamboos in its hand. This time, just in case, it brought them out and came in handy.

After the entire murder scene was arranged, the officials waited for Han Mo's orders.

"Go back." Han Mo waved his hand: "What happened tonight... is naturally not recorded in the archives, but I will remember your credit..."

The officials respectfully saluted Han Mo, and then disappeared from the yard like a ghost, and retreated from the back mountain.

Han Mo was not worried that someone would follow their tracks. This group of people has always been to investigate other people's tracks. If others want to spy on their tracks, it would be difficult to ascend to the sky.

The quiet little Zen temple was originally a place for Buddhist practice, but at this time it became a Shura hell site, with corpses full of blood and blood, and a strong smell of blood filled every corner of the courtyard.

However, the strong smell of blood was mixed with the smell of sandalwood coming out of the main hall. The blood of hell and the sandalwood of Buddhism were intertwined, which was an extremely strange smell.

The moonlight is quiet, and it is quietly sprinkled in the Zen temple full of blood.

The young Han Mo was expressionless at this time. With the faint moonlight, he took steps, stepped over the corpse on the ground and walked into the hall.

In the main hall, a great Buddha was offered in the main hall, which was a great bronze Buddha. It was naturally the Buddha of Tathagata. There was still an unburned sandalwood in the incense burner in front of the hall, but it had reached the end.

Han Mo stood in front of the Buddha and saluted respectfully. His eyes were filled with a complex look and murmured: "Buddha, I don't kill anyone, I want to kill me, and you have seen it, I can't do anything...!"

Han Li, who was named Wei Li, walked behind Han Mo and asked, "Fifth Young Master, why should I worship him?"

Han Mo smiled faintly and said, "After killing someone, worship Buddha, even if it is useless, your heart will always be calmer... You can try it in the future." He pointed to the candlestick beside the incense burner and said, "Light it."

Han Li didn't dare to ask too much, took out the flint and lit the candlestick.

When the candlelight lit up, Han Mo picked up the small copper tripod filled with incense oil on the table, sprinkled water on the yellow curtain of the main hall. Then he picked up the candlestick and slowly lit the yellow curtain. The flames suddenly jumped up, the yellow curtain burning, and the entire main hall was as bright as daytime.

"Send the arrow!" Han Mo ordered: "It's time for the soldiers to come to see the scene."

When the arrow was fired, Han Mo murmured: "Murong He, you will die if you die. You will also have to let the fifth master accompany you to have a lottery. It's really inauthentic..."

...

More than 20 soldiers from the Leopard Camp at the foot of the mountain saw the arrows emitted from the top of the mountain, and no longer hesitated. The cavalry dismounted, like wolves and tigers, all with weapons and rushed up the mountain.

The two archers left by Han Mo also heard the "swish" sound of arrows that cut through the quiet night sky, and immediately climbed up the mountain.

They didn't know that Han Mo left him to save his lives. If they followed up the mountain and witnessed what happened in Moonlight Temple, they would definitely not be able to survive.

Han Mo never avoided the trick of killing people to silence. This gentle young man never minded using bloody and cold methods to perfect his plan.

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