Hearing that Master Kongxin passed away, in addition to Zhu Yu and Lan Ling'er, who were surprised and saddened, Master Wise and Old Man Yan were also shocked.

"Good, good! Unexpectedly, the abbot of the Shaolin Damo Academy passed away at a young age, which is indeed a strange thing. The wise master looked up at the sky, clasped his hands together, and muttered to himself.

"Could it be that the Sun God Cult is acting as a demon again? This matter must be investigated. Yan Kun said angrily.

Several people were talking about the death of empty letters, only to hear that in the mountain gate, where the trees were hidden, the yellow monk's clothes were faintly shaking, and in a blink of an eye, three monks were already standing in front of everyone.

These three monks, Zhu Yu all know, one of them, about seventy years old, white beard and white hair, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, is the abbot of Shaolin Temple Master Kongwu, the left hand, but the retreat practice of Qingli, although more than forty years old, but the heroic spirit, the right hand monk, thin body, eyes like a torch, is the deacon monk Kongxue mentioned before.

Because of the death of emptiness, the monks unanimously elected Qingli to replace Kongxin as the abbot of the Dharma Monastery, responsible for the teaching of martial arts of the monks and the safety of the temple.

After everyone has seen it, there is nothing in front of it, Qingli and empty snow left and right, leading everyone through the path covered by dense bamboo forests, climbing the steps, and stepping into the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"My Shaolin millennium foundation, destroyed in the war many times, this time to rebuild the burned hall, so that my temple to restore the old appearance." After entering the door, Master Kongwu pointed to the Daxiong Treasure Hall in front of everyone and said.

The wise master and the old man Yan walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and after bowing to the Buddha Shakyamuni enshrined in the hall, they went out of the main hall and presented the Great and Small I Ching to the empty sky with Zhu Yu.

"A few days ago in Wudang, Zhu Yuxian's nephew occasionally got a large and small Book of Changes, knowing that these two scriptures were stolen from Shaolin by Ding Cheng, a disciple of Wudang two hundred years ago, and Ding Cheng's benefactor knew that stealing this secret book was a huge offense to Shaolin, and his last words were returned." The wise master said.

"Oh, my Shaolin has gone through a lot of twists and turns to find this scripture, but I didn't expect it to be stolen by Wudang's disciples! The abbot of the temple is clear, and these two scriptures will be kept by you for the time being, and when you learn the exercises in the scriptures, they will be sent back to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. "Empty Wu took the big and small I Ching and handed it to clear it.

"Master Kongwu, I heard that Master Kongxin died strangely, and we are very uneasy, and I would like to hear about it." Old Man Yan asked.

"Master Wise Man, Master Yan Kun, the two of you are here at the right time, please come with me." After finishing speaking, he led everyone to the backyard.

Lan Ling'er wanted to go to Senior Brother Kongling first to catch up, but when she heard of Master Kongxin's death, she wanted to know the reason, so she temporarily dispelled this idea, followed behind everyone, and walked into the backyard.

As soon as she stepped into the door of the backyard, Lan Ling'er suddenly saw a monk standing at the door, presumably about to go out, but saw the abbot master and his party crossing the door and hurriedly gave way.

Lan Ling'er felt that this monk had a good face, and when she threw a second look at him, she was shocked, isn't this Senior Brother Kongling? And at this moment, Kong Ling also looked up, just opposite Lan Ling'er's eyes.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and Kong Ling has grown a lot taller, as if he has become a big guy, what has not changed is his quiet and delicate face.

When he was in Shaolin Temple, Lan Linger had an indescribable feeling about Kongling, and he felt excited when he was with him, and always wanted to stay with him for a while, and Kongling also felt the same way, so Lan Linger asked him to secretly catch butterflies for himself, and Kongling was naturally happy to do it, so he had an agreement to let Kongling come to Tianlong Mountain to find himself.

Back in Tianlong Mountain, as the days passed, Lan Ling'er would often think of Kong Linglai, and she slowly realized that she had fallen in love with this little senior brother of Mu Ne, but she Lan Ling'er was the daughter of the martial arts alliance leader, and Kong Ling was a monk, she needed to be reserved.

"Lan, Lan Ling'er, you're here!" Suddenly seeing Lan Ling'er, Kongling was a little overwhelmed.

"Senior Brother Kongling, for my sake, I made you suffer." Seeing everyone walking forward and not noticing her, Lan Ling'er whispered.

Hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in Kong Ling's eyes, and he said: "It's okay, my name is Face Wall, but I am actually practicing Qi, this year, my internal strength has increased greatly, and I have to thank Master Kong Xue." ”

"Ling'er, let's go!" Zhu Yu turned his head to call Lan Ling'er, and saw that it was Kong Ling who was standing by the door talking to Lan Ling'er, so he turned back again: "Senior Brother Kong Ling, let's first follow Master Kong Wu to the backyard to find clues about Master Kong Xin's death, and see you when we turn back." ”

"Well, you guys go!" The glittering light in the empty girl's eyes dimmed.

Kong Wu led everyone through the four or five courtyards and came to a house with three big characters written on it.

This house, in fact, is the Shaolin Temple winter storage vegetable cellar, after the death of the empty letter master, the monks moved him here to converge, only to wait for four or seven and then incinerated and buried, this is also a rule of Shaolin to deal with the aftermath of the monks, today, the wise master and his party came just right, the body of the empty letter is still alive, and the injury can also be examined.

Everyone entered the cold ice room and went down the stairs paved with bluestone slabs to the basement, which was seven or eight feet deep from the ground, and the indoor temperature was extremely low, which could keep the corpse from decomposing for several months.

The basement is very large, divided into more than ten independent small rooms, and the empty snow who walks in front opens the door of the middle room, stands by the door, folds his hands, and signals everyone to enter the room.

In the middle of the room, there was a stone platform, about four feet wide and high, and the body of Master Kongxin was dressed in a neat red robe, lying quietly on the stone platform.

"Master Wise Man, Master Yan Kun, I have examined Master Kongxin's body many times, and I also asked Master Kongkong to come and see it three days ago, but I couldn't find a single wound." Master Kushin clasped his hands together and spoke calmly.

"Have you had a doctor examine your injuries?" The Wise Master asked.

"I sent monks down the mountain and asked five doctors to check on it, but they couldn't find the cause of Master Kongxin's death." Kuyuki said helplessly.

"So, Master Kongxin must not have died of illness." Yan Kun's voice was so loud that it shook the whole room.

"What happened on the day Master Kongxin passed away?" The Wise Master asked.

"That night, it happened that I was on duty at night, and when I was on duty, a light flew out of Master Kongxin's house, and the two monks who were on night duty with me saw it."

"Oh!" Kong Xue's answer aroused the thought of the wise master. "A light? Is it a purple pillar of light that resembles a stick? ”

"It's a purple pillar of light, Master Wisdom, how do you know?" Hearing this, Master Sky Snow was amazed.

"Also, you have someone to check whether Master Kongxin's five internal organs were broken by an external force and died." The Wise Master said again.

After the wise master finished speaking, everyone present couldn't help but look at each other, because in Shaolin, there has never been a precedent for disembowelment, let alone facing a monk like Master Kongxin.

"Amitabha, good, good! The body is just a skin, Master Kongxin has returned to the Western Elysium, in order to replace Master Kongxin Zhaoxue, you should check his body, this is okay. The wise master said lightly.

Everyone temporarily took refuge outside the room, and Master Kongwu led four or five monks to check Master Kongxin's organs, and after a while, a small monk rushed out of the cold ice room and shouted: "Fang, Master Abbot, Abbot Kongxin is him, his five organs have really been shattered." ”

Master Kongwu led everyone back to the abbot's room, each sat down, the little monk served tea, and Master Kongwu said: "Master Wisdom, in your opinion, who did Master Kongxin die at?" ”

"Sixty years ago, not long after the monk just threw himself into the Guoqing Temple, he was practicing with the abbot Kefa master to practice the great day Rulai palm method, one day, out of nowhere came a monk from the Western Regions, clamoring to compete with the master of the law, the monk also said that his trip was to defeat all the martial arts masters in the Central Plains, in order to prove that they Tocharian Sun God Palm can be called the martial arts." The wise man took a sip of tea, slowly put down the teacup, and said slowly.

And then? Lan Ling'er was anxious and asked.

The wise master took another sip of tea, held the teacup in the palm of his hand, and after a long while, he said again: "Although Master Kefa is the abbot of Guoqing Temple, he is not a brave and ruthless person, and his heart is much higher than ordinary people, but his martial arts are not to be underestimated, he is worried that the monks of the Western Regions will be injured by himself, and he only used a layer of skill to fight with the opponent for a round. ”