As soon as it was dawn the next day, Ye Feng and the others set off.

Tang Da entrusted the aftermath of the Jiangnan Branch of Tangmen in Shuzhong to the seventh uncle Tang Xuan, and came to the inn early to urge Ye Feng to set off.

After all, Lei Potian is still out of the world now, and there is also an unfathomable Jiangnan Ming family who does not know friends and foes, and the most important thing at the moment is to hand over the ancient scroll on Tang Da's body that they brought out from the ancient city of Loulan to Master Ning Ran of Shaolin Temple as soon as possible.

As Ye Feng expected, Tang Da was still followed by someone, Tang Rou!

After Tang Da was seriously injured this time and disappeared for many days, since Tang Da reappeared, Tang Rou's joy was undisguised.

She is almost inseparable from Tang Da, except for sleeping and going to the thatched house, wherever Tang Da goes, she will follow her, and now Tang Da wants to go to Shaolin Temple, she naturally insists on going with her.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng's two brothers-in-law, Zhang Fatzi and Xie Zhenliang, did not go along.

They are said to be staying in Hangzhou to catch up with Zhang Xin, Marquis of Longping, and by the way, to inquire about the current situation of their two fathers in the capital, so they decided to spend a few days and did not go with Ye Feng and them.

I don't know why, Ye Feng always felt that these two righteous brothers seemed to have some other purpose, but they didn't say it.

They have been very close since they were children, they talk about everything, and they know each other very well. This Longping Marquis Zhang Xin has always lived in a simple place, and it can be said that he has never had anything to do with these two righteous brothers, so what is there to reminisce about?

Ye Feng couldn't think of it at all.

However, it is normal for people to care about their parents and relatives, and there is nothing wrong with it. Ye Feng naturally couldn't force the questioning, so he could only let the two of them stay.

The two righteous brothers have been sending Ye Feng and his party out of the city gate of Hangzhou, and Zhang Fatzi has been watching them walk out of the distance, still waving his hand desperately, shouting: "We will definitely go to Shaolin Temple to find you in a few days!"

Ye Feng looked at Zhang Fatzi from a distance with some amusement, waving his hand hard, looking uneasy, and secretly wondered in his heart, he didn't know what kind of medicine these two righteous brothers were selling in the gourd.

Along the way, Ye Feng saw that Tang Rou had always been obedient to Tang Da, and followed him like a personal plaster, and his eyes had only been able to see Tang Da alone, and he didn't remember the other people who were traveling with him at all.

Although he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, the Cheng Nianzhen girl beside him didn't care at all, her demeanor was decent, and her attitude was also down-to-earth, which made him feel as embarrassed as he had imagined.

The still followed closely behind, not talking much, and I don't know if he understood the complicated entanglement between the four men and women, but he just didn't say a word with a blank face.

A group of five of them rushed all the way, hurried away, nothing happened all the way, and within a few days, they came to the northern foot of Songshan Mountain.

Ye Feng looked up at the corner of the Buddhist pavilion of the Shaolin Temple hidden in the lush woods of Shaolin Mountain, and remembered the days when he lived in the Shaolin Temple to practice the Yijin Sutra and treat poisonous injuries, and thought of the Shaolin Master Lichen who treated him like a son and nephew, and the Shaolin abbot Master Renshan Yigong, and couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart.

When Ye Feng lived in the Shaolin Temple, in order to cure him for poison, Cheng Nianzhen Cheng also lived here.

However, there have never been female guests in the Shaolin Temple, so Miss Cheng was arranged to live in an ordinary farmer's house in a small village under Shaolin Mountain.

No matter how the imperial court changed the dynasty, it has always been courteous to the Shaolin Temple, and the Shaolin Temple has been rewarded for all dynasties.

Nowadays, the entire land of Shaolin Mountain is owned by Shaolin Temple, and the farmers here are all cultivated for Shaolin Temple, and they need to pay a certain amount of grain and vegetables to Shaolin Temple every day.

The farmer's surname is Zhou, everyone calls them Uncle Zhou, is an elderly couple, no children and no daughters, it is for the Shaolin Temple to grow some vegetables, in addition to sending some fresh vegetables to the temple every day, the rest are kept for their own enjoyment, in order to make a living.

This old couple is very kind to Miss Cheng, treating her as a daughter, and making some delicious food every day, which makes Miss Cheng very grateful to them.

Now that you have come to this small village at the foot of Shaomuro Mountain, how can you not go?

Visiting this kind old couple?

It's a pity that they came late.

When they arrived at the old couple's house, there was nothing left but a pair of ruined walls and scorched marks, and it looked like a fire had broken out not long ago.

Miss Cheng's heart became anxious, and she asked around, only to learn from her neighbors that just a few days ago, a fire suddenly broke out in Uncle Zhou's house late at night, and everyone couldn't save it, and the fire became bigger and bigger.

Fortunately, it rained that night, and when the fire was finally extinguished, only the charred bodies of Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou remained.

The neighbor lamented: "It's really a good person who doesn't live long, what a good person Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou are, but such a disaster fell from the sky! Fortunately, it rained that night, otherwise this place would have been a piece of ashes, and even these broken eaves and walls would have been gone." ”

When Miss Cheng heard such bad news, she was stunned and speechless for a while.

Ye Feng had been listening with great interest, and then asked, "Since someone died, have you ever reported to the official?"

The neighbor shook his head and sighed: "All the land here is owned by the Shaolin Temple, and we are all tenants of the Shaolin Temple, which is under the unified management of the temple." Besides, with such a background as the Shaolin Temple, even the current imperial court has to be scrupulous, so how can the ordinary small local yamen dare to ask about the murder here? Naturally, we have to report it to the temple. ”

Ye Feng nodded, this is also reasonable: "Then did someone from the temple investigate?"

The neighbor nodded and said, "Naturally, someone is here, I heard that it is still an old monk in Shaolin Temple who has a very high rank and status." After he examined the body, he announced that it was an accidental fire, and Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou all died in the fire, so the matter ended hastily. ”

While listening to this neighbor's story, Ye Feng cautiously looked back and forth among the ruins of the ruins, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "Uncle Zhou, Aunt Zhou, where are their corpses?"

The neighbor pointed behind him: "It's already buried, just in the open space behind the house, even the coffin used to hold the corpse was pieced together by these villagers." Alas, Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou are really good people!

After Ye Feng thanked him repeatedly, he watched the kind-hearted neighbor stagger away.

Miss Cheng was still immersed in great grief, lowering her head and thinking about Uncle Zhou's voice and smile, tears rolling in her eyes.

Tang Da suddenly stepped forward slowly, came to Ye Feng's back, and asked softly, "Ye Gongzi is so interested in the death of this old couple, could it be that he found something strange from it?"

Ye Feng smiled, turned to the standing aside and said, "You go and pick up that thing and see what it is?"

The answered, walked to the ruins, stretched out his hand and swept away a piece of broken bricks and tiles in front of him, and with a "hi" sound, he took out a heavy wooden plank from the ruins with both hands.

It should be an ordinary person's door panel, strictly speaking, it is actually only half a piece, because the fire has burned off the upper half, but fortunately, the lower half is still relatively intact.

Ye Feng pointed at this half of the door panel and said, "If you want to say something strange, it's on this." ”

Everyone looked closely, and on the blackened half of the door panel, there was a concave mark very clearly, and every finger was very clear, looking like a five-finger open handprint!

Tang Da couldn't help but be taken aback: "This is, palm print!"

Ye Feng nodded: "That's right, this is a palm print." ”

Tang Da couldn't help but change color in shock and said: "There are not many martial arts in the world that can leave such a clear and deep palm print on the wooden board, like the Lei family's Heavenly Thunder Palm, although it is extremely powerful, it will only shatter this door board, and it will not be able to leave such a clear palm print." What kind of martial arts is this?"

Ye Feng was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "I remembered a kind of martial arts, which is enough to have such power. ”

Tang Da asked, "What martial arts?"

Ye Feng asked rhetorically, "What kind of place is this?"

Tang Da was stunned for a moment: "Under the Shaolin Temple of Songshan!"

Immediately after, he suddenly understood, and said slowly: "You mean to say that one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple is a big monument wrestler."

？”

Ye Feng nodded and said: "Although the big stele wrestler is a fierce palm, but it is soft in the rigid, this palm print is so clear but it has not damaged this door panel at all, it can be seen that this person's big stele wrestler has practiced to the realm of perfection and free sending and receiving." ”

"When I was inspecting the ruins just now, I accidentally saw such a palm print, and I felt that this matter was quite strange. It is possible that Uncle Zhou's death this week was not due to an accidental fire, but there is something else to hide. ”

Hearing that there was something else hidden in Uncle Zhou's death, Miss Cheng hurriedly walked over and asked anxiously, "What's the secret?"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou are all honest ordinary farmers, and they don't know martial arts at all, how can they leave such palm prints on the door of their house? ”

Tang Da groaned and asked, "What do you think will be the reason?"

Ye Feng pointed to this palm print and said, "Judging from the position of this palm print, I think this person seems to want to use his palm power to break the latch behind this door. Since this person wanted to force his way into the house in this way, he must have been an uninvited guest with bad intentions, and perhaps their death had something to do with this person. ”

Tang Da frowned: "How can you see it?"

Ye Feng shook his head: "Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou are so enthusiastic about strangers like Miss Cheng, and they are usually very friendly and good people, if they don't know this person who comes, or if they don't have malicious intent, they just need to call the door, they have no reason not to open the door." ”

"But judging from the fact that this person needs to break the door latch and force them in, Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou must know this person, and they must know something, and they are afraid that this person will be unfavorable to them, and under fear, they will close the door. ”

Miss Cheng nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, there is some truth, and then what?"

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment before saying, "Then, there was a fire here inexplicably, and Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou were all burned alive for some reason, so I think their deaths must have something else strange." ”

Miss Cheng blinked her eyes and asked, "So who is this murderer?"

Ye Feng shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Miss Cheng asked again: "Then what secrets did Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou know that would lead to this murder?"

Ye Feng still shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Miss Cheng was a little disappointed: "Then what do you know about what you have said for the past half a day?"

Ye Feng smiled a little helplessly: "These clues are too few, and I am not an immortal, how can I deduce so many things out of thin air?"

Miss Cheng also knew that she was embarrassed by Ye Feng, so she was silent at the moment.

Ye Feng knew that she was grateful to Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou, and she didn't want her to be so disappointed, so she added: "Actually, it's not that we don't know anything. At least two things are known now. First, this murderer must be a person from Shaolin Temple, and there are not many people in Shaolin Temple who are qualified to practice the big stele, and I believe that the scope is not large. ”

"The second is that since this murderer is a person in the Shaolin Temple, and his martial arts are still so powerful, but he wants to do this to this old couple who have no martial arts and have no power to restrain the chicken, presumably the secret that Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou know must be extremely important, and it is likely to be related to Shaolin Temple. ”

Tang Da on the side also nodded again and again when he heard this, expressing his agreement.

Ye Feng looked at the half of the charred door panel on the ground and sighed: "The murderer's fire was originally intended to destroy all the evidence, but people are not as good as the sky, he didn't expect that it would suddenly rain that night, so half of this door panel was preserved, so we can see this clear palm print." ”

"Since even God helped us and gave us clues, we will definitely find out this murderer and avenge Uncle Zhou, Aunt Zhou and their two old people. ”

Hearing Ye Feng say this, Miss Cheng felt a little better. She raised her head, let out a "hmm", and looked at Ye Feng with extremely trusting eyes.

In fact, at this time, Ye Feng was not sure in his own heart, he also raised his head, looking at the Shaolin Temple on the mountainside, in the shade of trees, and there was a faint bad premonition in his heart.

Alas, here it is again! Every time I have such a premonition, nothing good ever happens.

He thought a little helplessly.