"You said Puwu went down the mountain?" Tonghui felt so angry that he was angry. Could it really be that this unscrupulous disciple did it?

With the last glimmer of hope, he found the little monk guarding the door: "What did Fuxian say to you when he left?" ”

"He said you sent him down the mountain to buy medicine, and he won't be back until a few days, don't make a noise to others."

Tonghui felt that his ears began to buzz, and he could only see the little monk's mouth open and close one by one, but he couldn't hear the sound.

O iniquity! The monks don't speak, they all lie unscrupulously, is it still possible for Puwu to be innocent? I'm afraid I won't believe it.

"Senior brother, mourning." Tongjing folds his hands.

Tonghui raised his arms high, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Sadness! After many years of painstaking teaching, such a thing has been taught! I am ashamed of my senior brother and worthy of the Buddha! ”

Tears rolled down the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and he stepped onto the platform himself, striking the bell nine times.

Every three times, a mouthful of blood spurted out and splashed on the quaint bell, which was filled with golden light and slowly spread throughout the temple. With the loss of essence and blood, Tonghui's body became more and more withered.

All the monks hurried to the square to feel the purification of the spiritual power of the Buddha's nature, and every disciple who was devout to the Buddha had improved their cultivation to a greater or lesser extent.

Tongsese was shocked, he didn't expect that this cheap senior brother with an indecisive personality would sound the alarm at the cost of his own vitality. Until the last resort, the abbot of Shaolin Gate will not ring the alarm, last time, it seems to be the Great Patriotic War.

However, any monk who violates the precepts of the Qing rules will be harmed when he is alerted to the afterglow of the bell.

Fortunately, the strength of synesthesia is profound, and he can't be detected at all if he doesn't feel it carefully.

But the disciple who usually walked around with Puwu was injured in his heart, and he fell straight to the ground, and was tied up by other disciples.

Tonghui's hoarse voice sounded: "Presumably everyone already knows that the abbot died at the hands of the Dragon Tiger Gate and the Qi Dun Gate. Zhao Ri, the head of the Dragon Dao Gate as a witness, disappeared in the Shaolin Gate. After investigation, it was my disciple Puwu who did it, and from today on, whoever sees Puwu and kills him will be a guest of honor in the Shaolin Gate. ”

He paused and glanced at the injured disciple: "These people don't have a Buddha in their hearts, so they will be handed over to the prison for disposal." Tongjing, you find out their roots, if it is a spy, kill a hundred examples, if it is not a spy, repent and reflect on the cliff for three years. ”

"Yes." Synesthesia giving.

"The abbot was killed by the Qi Dun Gate and the Dragon Tiger Gate, it can be determined, otherwise Zhao Ri would not have suddenly evaporated from the world. Just now your master has told you that the big war is imminent, everyone is actively preparing for the war, and tomorrow morning, inform the monks of the world that our Shaolin Sect and the sect where the two ghosts and spirits gather are incompatible! The Buddha will bless me Shaolin! ”

"Shaolin will win! Bless me Shaolin! Tongjue raised his arms and shouted, and all the disciples shouted in unison.

Tongjue sneered in his heart, such a mobilization, there is no blood at all, they are all sixty or seventy years old, and they don't know how to mobilize their disciples, it's really stupid to chant scriptures.

"Let's disperse." Tonghui waved his hand slightly tiredly.

Tongjue came to the precept room, looked at the four disciples in front of him who had just been injured by the alarm bell, and retired the monks who were guarding.

"Phew! What Shaolin Gate, heh, it will be razed to the ground in a few days! The one on the far left stared at synesthesia viciously. The other three disciples looked at the guy on the far left in surprise, struggling to distance themselves from him.

"Oh, really?" Tongaese pulled a chair and sat down, absentmindedly playing with his nails.

"Aren't you worried?" The man was obviously stunned, he didn't expect that Tonga, who was the supervisor of the Shaolin Gate, would react like this.

"Who sent you?" Synesthesia rhetorical question.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid to tell you until now, I turned out to be a disciple of the Dragon Tiger Sect."

"Just so bent on dying?"

"Puwu has killed Zhao Ri, and he has already left to report the news, the plan has succeeded, life and death are not for me, but Er'er." This guy even has a bit of a heroic feeling.

Tonghui fell into thought, didn't the Dragon and Tiger Gate look forward to the strange escape gate? This layout was first arranged by them, and after decades of operation, when did Longhumen install the manpower? And he didn't say hello to Qi Dunmen. This matter is big, maybe Longhumen has a backlash; If this matter is small, it may be that Longhumen also wants to grasp the first dynamics.

Which one exactly? Tonghui can't figure it out, so he will report it to Qidunmen, which is something that the decision-makers should consider.

At this point, he got up and came to the spy of the Dragon Tiger Gate, and in order to save effort, he ended his life with the exact same method as killing Zhao Ri.

"What about the three of you?" Tonghui said coldly.

When did the rest of the people ever witness murder in peacetime? Especially when the corpse with the stalker's eyes bulging out of the eyes was lying in front of them, and for a moment the stench filled the room.

"We ...... We're not spies! "The prison spared us!" "We were injured because Puwu took everyone to find a technician or fornicate with a nearby nunnery from time to time, and he didn't betray the Shaolin Gate!" "yes, yes."

"According to what the abbot said, tomorrow will start to reflect." Tongsheng didn't kill them, pushed the door and left.

The three disciples wept bitterly and thanked Dade, and all of them voluntarily accepted the punishment, and from then on they devoted themselves to the Buddha and never did anything that violated the rules and precepts.

"Come in." Hearing the knock on the door, Tonghui guessed that Tongses had dealt with those disciples.

"Senior brother." Tongsheng sat down on the futon opposite Tonghui.

"How?" Tonghui's voice was full of tiredness and nervous anticipation.

"There is one who is a spy, and he and Puwu are both from the Dragon Tiger Gate."

Tonghui's hand twisting the Buddha beads was obviously stagnant, and then sighed.

"Senior brother, this has come to this. It's better to think about how to say it tomorrow and how to deal with it. "Synesthesia is concerned on the surface, but in fact it continues to set up intelligence.

"Listen to the explanations of Qidumen and Longhumen, and see how they want to solve it before making a decision."

"Hmm." Synesthesia knows how to advance and retreat, and no longer asks questions.

"Tongsui, you said senior brother, is it a little too useless?" Tonghui asked his junior brother.

"The enemy is now, senior brother, don't say these frustrating words!"

"Looks like you're acquiescing." Tonghui smiled bitterly.

"No, no!" Tongses opened his mouth and denied: "Senior brother has done a good job, at this critical juncture, whoever is in your position will be like this." ”

"I'll talk to you about my heart." Tonghui poured a cup of tea for his junior brother: "Tongxin is too irritable, Tongjie is too born, and only you can give me advice." ”

"Thank you, brother, this is what I should do."

Tonghui sat upright and said to Tongjue seriously: "I actually have one more thing I want to tell you. ”

"Senior brother, please." Tongsese put down the teacup in his hand and said with a straight face.

"I'm going to ring the alarm tonight to investigate the spies, and my vitality is badly damaged, if I fight with someone again today, I'm afraid time will be short."

"Senior brother, you ......" Tongjue pretended to be shocked and got up slightly.

Tonghui waved his hand, interrupting Tong's insesthetic movements, "Listen to me!" He paused: "If I go to the Western Bliss, then Shaolin Gate, please leave it to you, you must carry this burden." Shaolin Gate must not be destroyed in our hands! Come on. ”

After that, Tonghui actually prostrated on the ground and bowed to Tongjue.

Tongjue hurriedly turned to the side and helped Tonghui up: "Senior brother stabbed me!" How can you make such a big gift! I can't just take it! Hurry up! ”

"Senior brother, you have to remember what you said tonight." Tonghui forced the rosary representing the identity of the abbot into Tongjue's hand and let Tongjue leave the meditation room.

Tongjing came to the courtyard, the moon was shining in the sky, the silver light poured out of the ground, and the shadows of the trees on the mountain were swaying, swaying in the wind. Looking back, Tonghui's old figure was reflected in the window.

If you say that you grew up in Shaolin Gate since you were a child, I'm afraid it's not like this.

Tongaese, that is, Zhou Mingguang, shook his head and walked towards his meditation room.