It turned out that Leng Tianfeng saw the cross dart attacking Qingjing, and knew that the opportunity could not be missed, so his palms violently came out, hitting the two high-ranking monks of Qingjing and Qingjian respectively. Under the agitation of internal force, the two monks couldn't restrain themselves and took more than ten steps back, while Leng Tianfeng turned around with the power of retreat and made a move, "Snowstorm Boundless", and slammed down towards the side of the clearing.

Qingkong was originally using the "sleeve Qiankun" to fight with Ming Weilin, but suddenly Leng Tianfeng had already slapped a heavy palm, and he didn't have time to think about it, the sleeves of the monk's robe had been shrouded in Leng Tianfeng's palm with the sleeve, and the palm of the hand was hard to receive this palm in the sleeve, the palms intersected, and the real power burst out, and the empty sleeves of the monk's robe had suddenly exploded under the burst of real power, and the sleeves also turned into pieces of rags, flying up and down in the hall like dozens of gray butterflies.

The master of clearing was caught off guard and slapped his palm, and in an instant, his face was already pale gold, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground, making it difficult to get up. And Qingjing and Qingjian are still more than ten steps away, and it is difficult to help. Before Ming Weilin could react to what was happening in front of him, Leng Tianfeng grabbed Ming Weilin's arm and shouted, "Hurry up." The two of them had turned into arrows and rushed out of the main hall.

Qingjing saw that Qingkong fell to the ground, so he took three steps and made two steps to Qingkong's side, held up Qingkong's arm with his left hand, and put two fingers on the Qingkong pulse gate with his right hand to understand Qingkong's injury.

Qing Jian came to be short-tempered, although he had practiced for many years, it was always difficult to quit anger, he saw Leng Tianfeng and the others escape from the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and his heart was even more angry, and he said loudly: "Senior Brother Abbot, you first heal for Qingkong, and I will chase those two murderers." While speaking, without waiting for the pure abbot to speak, he had already rushed out of the main hall, and was about to step out, when at this moment, an old voice suddenly came from behind the Buddha statue in the main hall, "Wait." ”

The voice was not loud, but it was unusually old, the Daxiong Treasure Hall was already wide and abnormal, but the sound of speaking could linger in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, as if it was whispering in the ear, as if even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Qingjian never thought that there would be someone behind the Buddha statue, so he suddenly turned to look at the Buddha statue, but heard the abbot of Qingjing bow and say, "Amitabha, Master, you are here." ”

Qingjian heard Qingjing's words, suddenly startled, looked carefully, only to see a rickety figure behind the Buddha statue, and then looked at the candlelight, an old monk in a gray monk's robe was trembling and slowly walked out, he was thin, as if a skeleton with a monk's robe on the skeleton, it seemed empty. After walking a few more steps, I could see that his face was like snow, the corners of his eyes drooped along with his eyebrows, his eyes were half-open, his skin was wrinkled, and he looked like the bark of a tree from a distance. At this time, if Leng Tianfeng was still there, he would definitely be surprised, the person who came was the old monk called Yuansheng who was guarding the vegetable field he saw in the vegetable garden in the afternoon.

The abbot of Qingjing hurriedly stepped forward to support the monk Yuansheng, and Yuansheng waved his hand lightly: "No, no, the old monk is still moving." ”

Monk Yuansheng slowly walked to Qingkong's side step by step, Qingkong was about to speak, Yuansheng made a silent gesture, and then grabbed Qingkong's arm and checked the pulse. At this time, Qingjian had already returned to Yuansheng's side, and asked a little anxiously, "Master, how is Senior Brother Qingkong's injury?"

Yuansheng didn't speak, signaling for the two of them to step back, and he walked behind Qingkong, stretched out his hands, one hand against the Zhiyang acupoint, the other hand against the Lingtai acupoint, and slowly put the internal force in.

"Clean, help me up," Monk Yuansheng coughed lightly, "I'm getting older, and I'm starting to get tired after a little luck, and I can't accept old age." ”

Qingjing and Qingjian hurriedly helped the Yuansheng monk to the side of the futon to sit down and practice, leaving Qingkong alone to meditate and pranayama. Qingjing first bowed solemnly to the monk Yuansheng, and then asked in a low voice, "Master, how do you feel?" Master lives in seclusion in the vegetable garden on weekdays, I don't know how he returned to the temple today?

Monk Yuansheng waved his hand and said impatiently: "You are still that rigid appearance, Buddhism follows fate, you abide by the Dharma very well, but if you are so rigid, you will only be self-contained, you don't know how to be flexible, how can you have more understanding." ”

Hearing this, Qingjing bowed his head and said respectfully: "What the master has taught is very much, and the disciple must understand more." ”

The old monk saw that he was still that rigid, sighed silently, and then said slowly: "I did have something to do in the temple today, before sunset today, the young man who did it with you just now pretended to be a passer-by and begged me for a bowl of water to drink in the vegetable garden, and also learned about the situation in the temple through my chat. Although it was only a few words, I felt that he had no murderous intent towards Shaolin in his heart, I had already hid behind the Buddha statue before you did it just now, and I also heard your conversation, and knew that he was Leng Tianfeng, but according to my observation, even if he did it, his murderous aura was not strong when he started, so I think something is wrong. ”

Hearing the words of the old monk Yuansheng, Qingjing thought for a moment and said, "Master, in fact, the disciple also feels that this matter is a little strange, but he doesn't know how to find out, and he still hopes that the master will give him advice." ”

The old monk of Yuansheng looked at Qingjing quietly, with a smile on his face, and did not speak, Qingjian looked at Yuansheng a little blankly, I don't know what it means, Qingjing was originally a little strange, suddenly, his heart moved, his face immediately softened, he smiled at Yuansheng, and bowed his head and said: "Thank you Master for your advice, disciple understands." ”

Yuansheng laughed and said, "Venerable Jiaye smiled and attained the Tao, the Tao is in all things. I have passed on the position of abbot to you as early as 20 years ago, and you have to decide all the big and small things in the temple, so you don't need to ask me, if you encounter a dilemma, you just need to think about what is the way, and you will naturally solve it. ”

This monk turned out to be the former abbot of Shaolin Temple, 25 years ago the abbot position was passed on to the eldest disciple Qingjing, and then he lived in seclusion in the vegetable garden in the middle of the mountain, no longer asking about the temple and the rivers and lakes. Qingjing took over as abbot at the age of forty and is now sixty-five years old, and Yuansheng is already in his nineties.

"Please rest assured, Master, the disciple will find out the cause of the matter," Qingjing said.

The old monk Yuansheng was about to say something more, and suddenly, there was a commotion outside the hall, and at this time, the disciples should have gone to bed a long time ago, there should have been no more noise, Qingjing frowned, but the Yuansheng monk had already spoken: "Let's go and see, someone assassinated the day before yesterday, and someone sneaked in today, Shaolin may be a little unpeaceful these days." ”

Master Qingjian hurriedly got up and ran to the outside of the hall first, there were already many monks outside the hall who got up and ran, the temple was already a little chaotic, Qingjian frowned, first beckoned two monks into the hall to guard the Qingkong who was still working to heal his wounds, and then walked out of the hall with Yuansheng and Qingjing, and asked the other monks why it was so chaotic at night.

When I asked, I found out that it was reported from the direction of Tallinn that several monks had been killed, and the three of them looked at each other, and then hurried to the direction of Tallinn.

As soon as I entered Tallinn, I smelled a heavy bloody breath in the air, and there were four or five warrior monks holding torches in the middle of Tallinn to surround a few zhang of square area, but the fire was faint, and it was not real from a distance, and I silently recited a Buddha name: "Amitabha." "No more words.

The three of them approached several warrior monks, and only when they got closer did they see clearly, it turned out that there were eight warrior corpses on the ground, and three of them were Shaolin warrior monks, and one of the warrior monks also wrote two words on the ground with handwriting next to the corpse, thinking that it was the last words left by exhausting his last strength before dying, and after careful identification, it was found that it was the word Rakshasa.

Rakshasa?

Could it be that the Rakshasa demon can't ask for his life, the pure abbot thinks in his heart.

"See the abbot," a warrior monk approached the abbot and handed the object in his hand to the abbot, "it was discarded on the side of the entity and picked up by the disciples. ”

"Ahh At this time, according to Shaolin, the hero post was only two days, and many people in the rivers and lakes have not yet received it, and this person was received first because of the proximity of Luoyang, it seems that he just received the hero post and rushed to Shaolin Temple, who knew that he was killed by a traitor just near Tallinn.

"Abbot, please look," another warrior monk took the three abbots to a stone tower, and a few big characters were written in blood on it, "The murderer is the cold sword, and Leng Tianfeng is also." ”

Master Pure looked at several corpses on the ground, then at the words on the stone tower, and was silent. After a long time, it was the Yuansheng monk who opened his mouth first: "Qingjing, let's go with me." ”

"Master, I don't know what you mean?" Qingjing didn't react for a while.

Yuansheng sighed and said: "Since someone has been killed again, then we must hold the murderer accountable, whether the murderer is Leng Tianfeng or not, we need to bring him back to Shaolin to confront him face-to-face, you are the abbot, so it is inconvenient to go out, it is better for me to take Qingjian forward, you can see if it is okay." ”

"Master is old..."Qingjing had just opened his mouth, but was stopped by the monk Yuansheng with a wave of his hand.

"Qingjing, the teacher is already ninety-six years old, time is short, and I want to go down the mountain again to see the scenery of the rivers and lakes, so it's decided, I and Qingjian will go, and you will sit in the temple. ”

Qingjing knew that it would be difficult to change the decision after the fate was born, so he could only say helplessly: "Then Master Lao will do the work." ”

Yuan Sheng turned his head to Qing Jian and said, "You go back and pack up, and then bring the two disciples of your Discipline Academy, and we will set off together early tomorrow morning." Qingjian on the side hurriedly said yes.

Leng Tianfeng grabbed Ming Weilin's sleeve, performed light skills and walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and said eagerly: "Chase quickly." He turned his head and looked, ten zhang away, a black shadow had just come out of the wall, Leng Tianfeng didn't hesitate too much, and chased in that direction.