As soon as these words came out, it was like a shock, and everyone screamed in unison. Xuanji took a step forward, grabbed his arm, and said in a deep voice: "Master Ben Yuan was killed, did you see it with your own eyes?" Ben Xuan also grabbed his side and said, "Ben Yuan has been killed?"

Xuanmeng's arm was grabbed by Xuanji, and he was in pain, and he struggled and said, "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes." Xuanji and Benxu asked in unison: "Who killed him, and who is the masked man?"

Xuan Meng shook his head and said, "He's masked, I don't recognize him, Master Benyuan may know that person." ”

"Little donor, you speak slowly. Ben Xuan patted him on the shoulder and comforted. Xuanji also let go of his hand and stroked his head as a sign of comfort.

Xuanmeng then recounted what he had seen and heard in the woods last night.

After listening to him, Ouyang Zhenxiong shook his head and said, "Ruan Gang Master, is he a disciple of your Beggar Gang?" Ruan Xiuwu shook his head and said, "No, I haven't seen it." Ouyang Zhenxiong said sharply: "Little doll, who instructed you to lie here?"

Xuan Meng was surprised: "I saw it with my own eyes, what kind of lie is it? Who is going to instruct me?" Ouyang Zhenxiong leaned over and stretched out his hand to grab him. Ben Xuan hurriedly stepped forward, waved out a palm, only to hear a bang, and the two of them each took half a step back. These two masters met for the first time in their lives, and they couldn't seem to distinguish between strength and weakness.

Ben Xuan pulled Xuan Meng behind him with his backhand and said, "Sect Leader Ouyang, with your status as a dignified sect leader, how could you actually attack a child?"

Ouyang Zhenxiong couldn't catch it, and said with a haha: "Abbot Benxu, where did you find such a child to lie? This kind of lie has no basis and no evidence, who can believe it? You are dignified in Shaolin Temple, and you have also come up with such a trick to fool children, it is too unclever." ”

Ben Xuan said: "Do you suspect that he was instructed by me?" "Yes," Ouyang Zhenxiong said: "According to this little doll, Ben Yuan was killed by a masked man he didn't know, and there are no bones, what kind of evidence is this, and the place where they fought doesn't need to be seen, it must have been pre-arranged by you." Abbot, don't fool the heroes of the world anymore, if you don't want to abolish your martial arts, let everyone go into the temple and search. ”

"Yes, old monk, stop playing tricks, let's go into the temple and search, or simply abandon our martial arts. "Someone screamed.

Ben humbly understood in his heart that what this kid said must be true, and Ben Yuan had been plotted by others, otherwise, he would never ignore Shaolin and leave. But at this moment, there is no evidence to come up with, how can it be convincing, I am afraid that I will provoke the heroes of the world to laugh.

At this time, he had already recognized Xuanmeng, the doll he had encountered on the top of the Yellow Mountain that day, and pushed him in front of several masters of his own generation behind him, and said softly: "Senior brothers, senior brothers, you must keep this little benefactor." He turned around and said awe-inspiringly: "Since everyone doesn't believe what this kid said, let alone believe that the original junior brother has been assassinated, then only I have abandoned my martial arts, I just hope that everyone will not embarrass this child." Before he finished speaking, he pressed his palm on his chest.

Xuanmeng saw that the situation was not good, and shouted: "Abbot Benxu, I still have something to say." It's a pity that the time is over, only to see a sound of Ben Xu, he was frozen on the ground, his face was pale, and he sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood. It turned out that Xuanmeng's heart was hot, and he wanted to say that he was the child who escaped from the Zhu family, so that everyone could believe it.

Xuanji grabbed it in one step, held Ben Xuan and said, "Why are you suffering?" After a try of luck, Ben Xu's chest was empty, and there was no half of internal strength, and the qi and blood on the acupoints in the body were chaotic, and he could no longer practice any martial arts in the future. Ashamed, he said: "Abbot Benxu, I, I'm sorry for you, I ......" and couldn't say anything anymore. Ben Xuyi waved his hand and said softly, "You have done your best." ”

Xuanji stood up and said sharply to Ouyang Zhenxiong: "Sect Leader Ouyang, you finally got what you wanted, can you come over and give it a try?" Several people came over and leaned over to try, and their faces were ashamed.

Ouyang Zhenxiong said: "Friends, the martial arts of the abbot of this void are indeed abolished, and he will not be able to practice any martial arts in the future, it seems that we all blame him." Let's just leave it all at that. After speaking, he stared at Xuanmeng, turned around and led everyone down the mountain.

Xuanji shouted: "Sect Master Ouyang, today you are a big victory, forcing the abbot of Benxu to spend his own martial arts, and get rid of a piece of your heart disease." However, the poor road will never let your ambition succeed, and you will definitely visit you in the future. Ouyang Zhenxiong laughed, noncommittal, and went down the mountain.

The rest of the factions, seeing that the original void had abandoned their martial arts, and the secret of the Xuandu was even more unfounded, they felt bored, and they did not come up to say goodbye to the void, but only bowed their hands to the Xuanji and dispersed silently. In the end, only a small number of Wudang and the beggars remained. A good martial arts event that has not been encountered in a hundred years has disappeared like this.

With the help of Xuanji, in less than two days, the internal injuries of the original deficiency were healed, but the skills of decades were not left at all.

After three days, Ben Xuan gathered all the monks of the temple to the Daxiong Treasure Hall and passed the position of abbot to his younger brother Ben Xuan. Among the monks, Ben Xuan is the most generous and humble, and Xuanji also strongly recommends it.

Ben Xuan abbot for more than thirty or forty years, very much loved by the monks, once resigned, everyone was very sad. Benxu enlightened: "Buddhism is based on Buddhism, martial arts are only used to strengthen the body, and I have been giving up its roots for decades, seeking its last branches, and I have entered the devil's way. Don't take me for granted. ”

Afterwards, Benxu called Xuanmeng to the meditation room again and asked about the scene of that night. After hearing this, he pondered for a long time, put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I hope that person will not fall into the devil's path." The little donor doesn't need to be sad, no one is dead, and the body is just a stinky skin. ”

Xuan Mengqi said: "Abbot, have you guessed who that person is?" Ben Xuan shook his head and said: "I haven't guessed it all, I can't say it, I can't say it." Little donor, how did you come all the way from Huangshan to get here?" Xuanmeng hesitated: "I'm looking for someone. ”

Ben Xuan saw him hesitate, and said: "Little donor, it seems that you have something unspeakable, don't say it, if you have nowhere to go, if you don't think the temple is poor, stay in the temple." I saw that the little donor had very good qualifications and a lot of internal strength, but he didn't know martial arts, so he stayed in the temple and let me teach some introductory kung fu?"

Ben Xuan said this, and he already had the intention of accepting him as a disciple. Xuanmeng was smart, so he naturally understood, stood up and said deeply: "Thank you, old abbot." It's just that the younger generation urgently needs to find someone, and it can't be delayed. If the master does not give up, when I find that person, I will come and take the master's teachings. ”

Benxu nodded and said: "Little donor, Buddhism pays attention to a fateful word, you don't need to apologize." However, don't go down the mountain for the time being, stay in our temple for a while, and when the martial arts friends and the Shura sect have gone far, it's not too late to go down the mountain, so as not to make it difficult for them to embarrass you. ”

Xuanmeng said: "Thank you, old abbot, I have a lot of things to hide from you, and there are many things I want to ask you about." He saw that Benxu cared for him meticulously, and wanted to tell him what was on his mind. Ben Xuan said: "Little donor, knowing is not knowing, not knowing is knowing, what is knowing, what is not knowing?" Xuanmeng was stunned, and then smiled gratefully. Benxu also smiled at him.