The old monk was thin and thin, with a sallow complexion, his monk's clothes were tattered and dirty, and he sat cross-legged by a big tree with his eyes closed and a sick face, without any reaction, and looked like he was asleep.

Linggu Temple is a well-known Zen temple in the world, and the temple often takes in some monks who wander the world and travel in all directions, so it is not surprising that there is such a sloppy old monk.

Ye Feng slowly retreated to the other side, hoping to stay away from this old monk, even if he really started to fight Murong Haohua for a while, it would not affect this innocent old monk.

Even if his body has not yet recovered, it is impossible for Murong Haohua to be Murong Haohua's opponent, he still decided to give it a go and will never let anyone slaughter him.

At this moment, the old monk who had been closing his eyes as if he was asleep suddenly spoke, and his voice was hoarse and old: "You doll is kind!"

Ye Feng hurriedly looked back, the old monk still closed his eyes, and he didn't even move half of his posture, if it weren't for his lips moving, it really made people wonder if it was what he said: "You can't protect yourself, and you don't want to involve innocent people, it seems that you are a good person." ”

Ye Feng was a little surprised, and before he could react, Murong Haohua said, "Good people usually don't live long. ”

The old monk opened his eyes violently when he heard this, his eyes flashed with light, and he looked completely different from the sick face just now: "Who said that? ”

Murong Haohua's face turned pale and asked, "Who are you?"

The old monk didn't answer, but leaned over and suddenly stood up. He reached out and picked up a wooden staff leaning against the tree, slowly walked in front of Ye Feng, and glanced at Ye Feng deeply. For some reason, from his eyes, Ye Feng felt that he knew him, but it was definitely the first time he had seen him.

The old monk turned around and faced Murong Haohua, the wooden staff in his hand thrust into the ground, looking at the light wooden staff actually making a heavy sound, and a third of it was not in the ground, I really don't know what material it is made of.

He opened his mouth and said to Ye Feng: "Doll, go quickly, since you said that you want to protect you, this place will be handed over to the old man." ”

Ye Feng hesitated for a while, originally this matter had nothing to do with this old monk, but now he wanted to leave first and leave him to face Murong Haohua alone, although he had not seen Murong Haohua's martial arts, but he really couldn't do it.

Murong Haohua snorted coldly: "You dare to meddle with my Murong family's affairs?"

The old monk laughed on his back, and in the laughter, a strong momentum suddenly burst out from his body, his clothes were violently agitated, and his originally thin body looked as majestic as a god.

His eyes widened, and Murong Haohua was shocked in his heart: "The Murong family still had some heroes in the early generations, but now they are withering, and there is nothing remarkable. ”

After speaking, he turned his head and whispered to Ye Feng: "Hurry up! Don't forget your business." ”

Ye Feng looked at the old monk's behavior, thinking that he was not an ordinary monk, he must be a stranger, and his skills were definitely not under Murong Haohua. His body has not yet recovered, and his martial arts have been greatly reduced, and with his own little tricks, he may drag down the old monk.

Coupled with the old monk's reminder, he suddenly remembered the King of Han who was still by the pond, so he hurriedly bowed to the old monk: "Thank you so much, senior." ”

With that, he flicked his body and ran away from the woods.

Murong Haohua was anxious, how could he just let him run away, and he wanted to catch up as soon as his body moved.

At this time, the old monk held the wooden staff in one hand and pulled it out from the ground. He pointed upwards to the sky with a staff in one hand, and Murong Haohua suddenly felt that the posture of this old monk actually sealed his castration, and he had to stop his body.

Not only that, but the wooden staff in the old monk's hand seemed to be one with his body, and there were no flaws in his whole body, exuding an amazing momentum.

He had never seen such a posture, such a staff technique, and he had never even heard of it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he thought of a set of legendary powerful staff techniques.

One of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, the Vajra Fu Wand Method, according to legend, was created by the Bodhidharma Patriarch back then, to the Yang Dynasty, each move is powerful, but no one has ever seen it.

Could it be that this sloppy and skinny old monk in front of him could actually be a high-ranking monk of Shaolin Temple with unique skills? Murong Haohua looked up and down the old monk in front of him with some suspicion.

For many generations, the Murong family has been committed to collecting all kinds of martial arts cheats in the martial arts, whether it is the mad magic wand method, the water splashing staff method, the spirit snake staff method, the Great Yaksha staff method, the small Yasha staff method, and even the dog beating stick method passed down from generation to generation by the beggar gang leader has been collected in Yanziji, but there are no Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, not even one.

If this old monk really used Shaolin's Vajra Fu Wand Method, Murong Haohua was not sure that he would be able to catch it, let alone win the battle. Just because this old monk just made a light wooden cane like a stainless steel Zen cane weighing more than a thousand catties, he was ashamed of himself.

Murong Haohua hesitated, but still didn't dare to make a move, and asked in a deep voice, "Dare to ask the master's number?"

The old monk's eyes flashed, and he was completely different from the original sick appearance, and he raised his voice: "The old man is dusty!"

Murong Haohua has never heard of this name, but the previous abbot of Shaolin has changed the master but is famous all over the world, since this master of the dust and the master of the change are both high monks of the "Lao" generation, they must be brothers and sisters. Then, the staff method he made must also be one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, the Vajra Fu magic wand method!

Murong Haohua turned his head to look in the direction of Ye Feng's disappearance, feeling his teeth itching with hatred. It seems that there is no hope of catching this kid this time, last time it was the Providence Lou Ji family, and this time it was a Shaolin monk, it seems that this kid's luck is really good.

Let's see if he has such good luck next time!" Murong Haohua thought hatefully.

When Murong Haohua was angry in his heart, Ye Feng had already returned to the edge of the pond.

At this moment, the pond was empty, not only the Han King Zhu Gaoxu was nowhere to be seen, but even the woman who was talking to him just now was gone. Ye Feng stood by the bush they were standing on just now, only the early summer sunlight sprinkled on the vigorous grass from among the branches and leaves of the lush trees, as if no one had ever appeared here, without a trace.

Ye Feng stood there, if it wasn't for what he saw with his own eyes just now, no one would have believed that the dignified King Han would secretly come to the Zen Temple to have a private meeting with a woman. Who is this woman? Is she involved in Sun Dianchen's case?

He was letting his thoughts roll, and suddenly his brows furrowed, and he smelled a smell, a very bad smell, blood!

Turning and exploring a few steps into the bushes, he saw a corpse lying in the thick grass, with a short knife stuck in his chest!

The corpse was dressed in very elaborate silk clothes, with fine workmanship, and looked like a chamberlain in the palace, but it was not in the palace. Could it be from the palace? Ye Feng's heart sank.

He leaned over and examined the body, which was still warm and appeared to have not been dead for a long time. As soon as his hand touched the chest of the corpse, his face changed, and the ribs of the corpse were all broken, judging from the fractures on his chest and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, it was clear that he had been killed by someone crushing his chest and internal organs with heavy hands. But why put a short knife in the corpse?

Ye Feng reached out and pulled out the short knife.

Not only is it unusually sharp, but it also swallows a tiger head carved out of gold, and the blade is in the shape of two wings, and the whole thing looks like a lifelike winged flying tiger. At the end of the handle is also inlaid with a pale red gemstone the size of a dragon's eye, which is crystal clear and unusual. The whole short knife is jeweled and extraordinarily luxurious.

Ye Feng took the short knife and looked at it carefully, wanting to see some clues from it, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a strange feeling.

It's also a sense of danger, but it's different from when someone sneaks up on it just now, it's more like the feeling of a beast before it falls into a trap, and it's a bad feeling.

He raised his head and looked around, when he suddenly heard a whistle, and suddenly a dozen heavily armed soldiers rushed out from all around the bushes, armed with swords and guns, and surrounded him in the center.

Ye Feng looked at their nervous and vigilant looks, and asked, "Who are you?" I am a person from Tie Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and I am investigating the case by order!"

Before the words fell, a rough voice sounded: "I know you, Ye Gongzi." But you shouldn't have been ordered to kill, right?"

A burly bearded man walked out, dressed in officer attire, this person Ye Feng also knew, it was Li Feihu, the commander of the capital patrol battalion who had helped him out of the siege outside the woods of the ghost mansion.

Li Feihu stood there and looked at Ye Feng coldly, as if looking at a prey struggling in a trap, his eyes were full of coldness.

"Murder?" Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, "I just found the body, and I didn't kill the person." ”

Li Feihu snorted coldly: "You are standing next to the corpse with a murder weapon in your hand, and you dare to quibble." What are you doing in the backyard of this Zen temple by yourself?"

Ye Feng suddenly understood.

This is a trap, these soldiers have already laid an ambush, just waiting for him to find the body first and then rush out to catch it. It's just that the cause of death of this corpse is too leaky, and with a little examination, you can know that it was definitely not under the dagger.

But this is a somewhat clumsy method, this deliberate fabrication is to interrupt his investigation? Or is there some conspiracy behind it? Who is this dead chamberlain? What does he have to do with Sun Dianchen's case?

No matter what these were for, Ye Feng was sure that this corpse must have something to do with King Han who came here just now.

Ye Feng's mind was a little confused, and he asked casually: "Isn't the patrol battalion responsible for the security of the capital, why did you suddenly come to the backyard of the Zen temple on the outskirts of Beijing?"

Li Feihu was suffocated and shouted: "The suburbs of Beijing are also within the purview of the patrol battalion, and the general doesn't need to explain it to you, you still obediently go to the Criminal Department with me to explain to the prince and the adults!"

Prince?

Ye Feng remembered that after the assassination of the prince, the capital patrol battalion had been assigned to the prince's moderation. If it was the King of Han who wanted to frame them, how could they obey the orders of the King of Han? Could it be that just like the last time they rescued themselves according to the arrangement of Mu Sheng, the Duke of Qianguo, this Li Feihu and the King of Han were also trying to repay their kindness?

He looked up at Li Feihu and felt that the body of the commander of the small capital patrol battalion was faintly shrouded in something that people couldn't see clearly, like a fog, hazy.