Chapter 158: Straight

With an angry face, the Dajue Zen Master pointed at this monk who was wearing tattered clothes, and his face was full of oil smoke and black pot ash, and said, "Who are you, why do you want to pretend to be the fire-headed monk of Shaolin Temple?"

"Abbot, the lower monk was originally the fire-headed monk of Shaolin Temple. The monk, who was dressed in tattered clothes and whose face was covered with oil smoke and black pot ash, wiped his face with his hands, but he didn't wipe it, and when he wiped it, it was even more black, and he couldn't see who it was.

His voice doesn't seem to be the traitor Wutong, you go to the firewood room to see if the Wutong is still in the firewood room. The Great Jue Zen Master was very angry and said, "If he is here, you will bring him over, and if he encounters resistance, he will be killed immediately!"

"Master, he is the one who has been enlightened. Ah San said, "Don't be deceived by his illusion!"

"Rest easy. Zen Master Dajue said, "Wait a while, there will be results." ”

After a while, the warrior monk of Shaolin Temple walked over carrying a person.

Someone stepped forward to report and said, "Report to the abbot, senior brother Wutong doesn't know who killed him in the firewood room." ”

"Oh, there is such a thing?" Dajue Zen Master got up from his chair and slowly walked to the corpse that was carried over, it was indeed the traitor Wutong, who was rubbed with a dagger on his chest, and there was no handle.

Seeing the corpse lying on the ground, Zen Master Dajue couldn't help but feel sad, and said with a long sigh: "You rebel, you have wasted your heart for your teacher, I can't imagine that you can't die well!"

The sorrow of the words of the Great Jue Zen Master made the sorrow of everyone present spontaneously.

"Come on, bury him well, after all, the old man and his master and apprentice are the same. After speaking, the Great Jue Zen Master slowly sat down on the chair again, silent.

At this time, several monks who protected the temple came over and prepared to carry the dead Wutong to the back mountain for burial.

Suddenly, Ah San shouted and said, "Slow, wait a little longer." ”

Ah San got up from the chair at this time and slowly walked to the dead Wutong who was lying on the ground, and everyone only saw Ah San slowly squatting down.

When Ah San was just about to reach out to touch the dead Wutong corpse, the Great Jue Zen Master sighed and said: "Shaoxia, there is nothing to see, Lao Ke and his master and apprentice, for so many years, Lao Ke has remembered his every word and deed in his heart, and it will not be wrong." ”

"Master, this person is definitely not your apprentice Wutong!" Ah San said at this time: "This person is just a human skin mask with the face of Wutong after being attacked and killed by someone. ”

"Shaoxia, is this true?" the Great Jue Zen Master asked in astonishment, "Can you be sure that this person is not Wutong?"

Ah San stretched out his hand and wiped the face of the corpse lying on the ground, and a layer of human skin mask had obviously fallen off the face of the corpse lying on the ground.

Ah Sanyi raised his hand, and the human skin mask flew towards the Great Jue Zen Master.

Zen Master Dajue stretched out his hand to take a look, a helpless expression appeared on his face, shook his head, and sat on the chair in embarrassment speechless.

Ah San put his hands behind his back, turned around and stared at the monk who was wearing tattered clothes, his face was full of oil smoke and black pot ash, and said slowly: "You wolf ambition and the anger of people and gods, have you seen that your master, Zen Master Dajue, has just seen your fake death, and he is so sad, do you want me to personally show your true face in front of everyone?"

Ah San said as he slowly walked towards the monk in tattered clothes, with oil smoke and black pot ash on his face, and every time he took a step, the monk who was wearing tattered clothes and his face was covered with oil smoke and black pot ash involuntarily took a step back.

"How did you find out who I am?" said the monk, dressed in tattered clothes and covered in oil smoke and black pot ash, "I don't think there are any loopholes in my plan, how do you see it?"

"It was you who betrayed yourself. Ah San said lightly: "A person who does rough work all day long, why does his hands have no calluses, this is one thing; how can a monk who is a fire-headed monk in the Shaolin Temple be so tattered, even if he is dressed in tatters, it is impossible that his pants are not as long as his legs? This is the second thing; you must know that if there is any ulterior secret in his heart, when he looks at people, his eyes are always so inadvertently dodgy, and he does not dare to look directly at people, this is the third;"

Ah San said this, looked up at the sky and said: "And we have fought before, and it is indeed this point, which makes me even more sure that the person lying on the ground is another person, this is the fourth. ”

"Why? What does this have to do with my fake death?" the monk, dressed in tattered clothes and with a face covered in fumes and black pot ash, continued, "What does this mean?"

"If a person is attacked by someone, he will struggle in pain for a while before he dies, but this person lying on the ground died in an instant, and his body did not shrink, which proves that he was killed in an instant. Ah San continued: "Your martial arts are already superior among your brothers and sisters, so if you want to sneak attack someone you already know, you will kill him with one sword, so that he doesn't even have a chance to struggle." ”

"I think my level of disguise is already very good, how can you tell that the person lying on the ground is not the real me?" said the monk in tattered clothes, with oil smoke and black pot ash on his face, "My martial arts skills are not as good as yours, is my disguise level not as good as yours?"

"You've seen my martial arts, maybe I'll give you a chance to prove it soon. Ah San said: "I'm not very good at the art of disguise, but I once heard the master and his old man mention this matter, his old man said, no matter how clever the level of disguise, there will be flaws, you may be in a hurry, you can't use this disguise technique well, by me, a layman, see the flaws, and one thing, you may not think, that is, people have feelings, even if they are bad people, he also has a conscience in his heart!"

"Do I still have a conscience? Hahaha!" said the monk, dressed in tattered clothes with oil smoke and black pot ash on his face, laughing, "I'm already bad to the bone." ”

"Well, I don't know how you ended up like this, but I'm sure you're not the one who's bad to the bone. Ah San looked at the monk who was wearing tattered clothes, and his face was covered with oil smoke and black pot ash, and then said: "When Zen Master Dajue first saw your corpse, the kind of grief from the heart could not hide his ardent expectation for you for so many years, and that heartbroken look could not deceive anyone present, including you!"

"Alas, if there is an afterlife, I would rather make you a friend!" the monk, dressed in tattered clothes and with a face covered in oil smoke and black pot ash, continued, "Do you see the expression on my face?"

"No, who can see the expression on your face like you are now?" Ah San said: "I saw your footsteps moving, when you saw that the master, who had nurtured and taught you for so many years, was heartbroken for your fake death, your steps involuntarily moved two steps forward, and then took two steps back, at that time your heart was also very entangled, you actually didn't want to see the sadness of the Great Jue Zen Master heartbroken for your mistakes, didn't you?" You even want to say out loud to the Great Awakening Zen Master, 'You're not dead, are you?'

"Master, do you remember that when I was a child, I disappeared for two days and two nights!" The monk, who was dressed in tattered clothes and had oil smoke and black pot ash on his face, turned to the Dajue Zen Master who was sitting on a chair and said, "You and the brothers and sisters of Shaolin Temple have been looking for me for two days and two nights, but they can't find me? You keep asking me where I went, but I still refuse to say, you don't believe that I am greedy for fun and lost, do you?"

"You, alas, you ....... "The Great Jue Zen Master wants to say goodbye.

"Do you still remember that day when the head of the Huashan faction came to you to learn martial arts? As soon as you walked out, I sneaked into your room, I was hungry, I wanted to look for something to eat in your room, but I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find anything to eat, when I was a child, as long as I shouted hunger, you always took something from the bed for me to eat, I thought, Master, you must have hidden the food in the bed, so I went to your bed to look everywhere, still didn't find anything to eat, but I found a secret?"

"What secret?" Zen Master Dajue asked in surprise, "What secrets can I hide from you as a teacher?"

"It's the secret of the bed, there is a secret passage on your bed. The monk, who was dressed in tattered clothes, and his face was covered with oil smoke and black pot ash, that is, Wutong, continued: "I was very curious, I wanted to go down to see what was inside, I tried to find a way to get things on the bed, I secretly went down from the secret passage, the more I went forward, the more the black light blinded, I forgot the time in the secret passage in order to find the exit, and when I returned in vain because I couldn't find the exit from the secret passage, it was already two days and two nights later, right?"

"No wonder I couldn't find you after looking for you for two days and two nights, you were hiding in a secret passage. "Zen Master Dajue fell into deep thought as if he had recalled the past and touched the scene.

"For so many years, I have been waiting for Master to tell me about this secret passage, but I have been waiting until now, and Master has not told the disciple. Wutong said disappointedly: "If you have something to hide from me, I will have something to hide from you." ”

"Is it because I concealed your secret path that you set fire to the master regardless of the feelings of the master and apprentice?"

"If I want to kill you, why wait until now? How do you know if I poison you in your retreat or when you eat something?"

"Then why do you want to do this?" Dajue Zen Master asked puzzledly: "It's not that the teacher doesn't want to tell you the news of the secret passage of the abbot's room, but this news can only be known by the abbot of Shaolin Temple." ”

"Master, I'm sorry for you, I have a handle to be held, I can't turn back, you are good to the apprentice, and the apprentice will repay you in the next life!"

"Wutong don't. When the Great Jue Zen Master saw Wutong stretching out his hand to split his own head, the Great Jue Zen Master really couldn't bear to commit suicide in front of himself to apologize, but it was too late, the Great Jue Zen Master jumped up, threw himself to Wutong's side, and said with tears: "Wutong, when you say that there is a secret path in the master's bed, the master has forgiven you, why do you have to embark on this road of no return?"

Wutong said dyingly: "Master...... Father...... If you are not filial, ...... first Go first...... Finish....... Then he died of exhaustion.

All the brothers and sisters of Shaolin Temple regretted that Wutong had died unexpectedly.

Sometimes life is like this, if you take a wrong step, you may never go back.

Ah San stood behind the Dajue Zen Master, looking at the old tearful abbot of Shaolin Temple, Dajue Zen Master, couldn't help but let out a long sigh and shook his head, he didn't know if it was right or wrong to expose Wutong's identity this time?

Isn't it to be magnanimous? Is it to forgive others more for their shortcomings? Is it not to care less about what others can't do?

However, people sometimes make mistakes, and not everything can be forgiven, and in the face of major rights and wrongs, no one can bend the law for personal gain or favoritism.

Axioms are always greater than personal feelings, and this truth is very clear to Zen Master Dajue.

Zen Master Dajue has more important things to do, and he can only put this pain in his heart.

Ah San said goodbye to the Dajue Zen Master with the team of Lianzhu crossbows that had been collected this time, and then walked firmly in the direction of Hutang Town.

He knew that the road ahead must be bumpy, but he never thought of retreating, he would always move forward bravely, would there be any story on his way back?