Shang Youwei walked up to Tong Yinli and said, "Senior Brother Tong, do you remember what is so special about Sad Hands?"

Tong Yinli recalled the situation of the fight that day, and suddenly came to his senses: "Oh, that day, when he used the 'Buddha Palm Leaf', I seemed to see a red raised thing in the palm of his right hand. ”

Shang Youwei said: "That day, I also noticed it, I also saw the corpse of Senior Brother Bu, the palm on his body is from the right palm, but there is no mark, if that palm is made by the sorrow master, then it will definitely leave a mark." ”

After listening to Shang Youwei's analysis, Tong Yinli couldn't help but agree with it,

"Senior Brother Shang's analysis is reasonable. ”

Shang Youwei continued: "At first, I wasn't very sure, because that ruthless palm was indeed a martial art that was not passed down in Shaolin, but when I saw that the young man actually knew Shaolin martial arts, not only that, but also the martial arts of the Vientiane Sect and our Sword Sect, I knew that the martial arts of each faction had a foreign legend, and I thought of what happened a year ago, so I was even more convinced that it was not the Master of Sorrow." ”

Lu Zhizhang couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that there is another hidden reason for the death of Senior Brother Bu, we are sorry for the sad master, think about it, the death of the very master must also have something strange, now we should focus on the overall situation, Senior Brother Tong, Senior Brother Shang, tomorrow I will trouble the two of you to go to Shaolin, one is to tell the abbot in person about what you and others have encountered, explain the interests and hidden conspiracy, and second, discuss with him in the name of Shaolin and Zongjian to reconcile with the various sects, and expose the conspiracy behind the whole thing." ”

Monk Tong Yinli stood up and replied, "Yes, senior brother in charge." ”

After some deliberation, everything was agreed to be clear, Lu Zhizhang felt ashamed of Tong Yinli and Monk Youwei, and shuttled back and forth between the martial arts rivers and lakes for the affairs of the sect sword faction, and immediately persuaded the two to go down and rest quickly. The two of them were indeed tired for more than a month, so they left the inner hall and went down to rest after saluting and saying goodbye.

The next day, Tong Yinli monk Youwei hurriedly rode to Shaolin Temple.

The two of them came to the foot of Shaomu Mountain, and they were in a hurry, and the two vigilant little monks saw that they were from the Zongjian Sect and quickly spread the word.

After the abbot received the news from his disciples, he found the sad master, and when he heard that the two scattered people from the Zongjian Palace were coming, he said to the abbot: "Senior brother, is the Zongjian faction here to seek revenge, but the sad senior brother is not in the temple." ”

The abbot pondered for a while and asked, "No, if you are looking for revenge, how can the two of them come." ”

Sadly felt that what the abbot said was reasonable, so he thought about the intention of the two of them.

The abbot could not make up his mind for a moment, thinking that they were guests from afar, and that the two of them must have something important to do when they were coming at a sensitive time, so he said to the sorrow: "In this case, you go to meet me on my behalf, and I will wait in this inner hall." ”

After the sorrow was accepted, he was going to meet him, and the abbot was not at ease, so he explained again,

"Senior brother, the two of them are distinguished guests, and I tell my disciples to be polite. ”

Sadness has been working in the temple for many years, so he naturally understands the abbot's intentions. After saluting and saying goodbye, he led the extraordinary to the gate of the temple, and saw that the Zongjian faction Yuan Xuan Sanren Tong Yinli and Chong Xuan Sanren were still coming, and he stepped forward to greet him sadly: "Yuan Xuan Sanren and Chong Xuan Sanren came from afar, and they didn't have time to greet them, and there were many rudenesses, and I hope not to blame." ”

Tong Yinli did not have the posture of asking the teacher to ask for guilt, but replied with a sincere face: "The sorrowful master is polite. ”

"I wonder why you two came to our temple?" asked sadly,

Tong Yinli replied, "Oh, we have come specifically to do justice to the mourning master, and this is to express our apologies to the grieving abbot. ”

Sadness was relieved to hear that the two were here to express their apologies, and felt that it was quite rude to speak outside, so he said to the two: "The two of you are in the dust, please go to the inner hall to have a tea and rest." As he spoke, he led the two of them to the temple.

Tong Yinli monk Youwei entered the inner hall under the guidance of sorrow, and saw the abbot sitting above the inner hall with his eyes closed, turning the rosary with his fingers.

Tong Yinli monk Youwei stood still in the back of the hall, and after saying a few words in the abbot's ear in grief, the abbot opened his eyes and said: "Amitabha, the two came to our temple, and the old man failed to greet him in person, and it was rude. ”

Tong Yinli politely returned the salute: "Master doesn't have to be polite. ”

"Old man heard the sad brother say, are you here to apologize?" the abbot's voice was calm and neutral.

"Yes, Master, we saw a red protrusion in the palm of our Sorrowful hand, and we immediately understood that the murderer was someone else. Shang Youwei explained,

The abbot smiled slightly, and then said, "I am sad that my junior brother has had an extra polyp in the palm of his right hand since he was a child, and he is afraid that others will see and make fun of him, so he often covers his right palm and always shows people with his left hand. ”

Shang Youwei's expression was a little frowned, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "So, we blamed the Master of Sorrow, the month ago, we accidentally injured him, so we came over to apologize to the abbot and the Master of Sorrow, I don't know that the Master of Sorrow can be in the temple." ”

The extraordinary person who was waiting on the side immediately asked with concern, "You injured Uncle Sorrow?"

Hearing the extraordinary question, the two knew that Sorrow was not in the temple, and the Shaolin Temple had not yet known about his injury, and there was a trace of shame on their faces.

The abbot didn't mean to be excited and blamed, he was like a pool of calm water, which was always incomprehensible, and he still said in a gentle tone: "Since my junior brother caused trouble in Zongjian Palace, he has never returned to the temple, and for this reason, several of our senior brothers and the two senior uncles of Kuzhi and Kuduan have been worried. ”

Tong Yin immediately apologized after hearing this:

"We really don't want to let the Sorrowful Master suffer an injustice, and we even worry about several masters, our sect sword sect is indeed ashamed of Shaolin. ”

Extraordinary blamed: "My very senior nephew died under your sect's sword and sword technique, and you have never given an explanation, but caused me to mourn that my junior brother was wronged. ”

The abbot felt that Extraordinary was too sharp, so he signaled Extraordinary not to be excited.

Shang Youwei thought of the purpose of this trip when he heard Feifei mention this matter, and explained: "In addition to apologizing to your temple, I also want to give your temple an explanation on this matter. ”

Sadly and calmly, he said, "I want to hear it." ”

Tong Yinli said frankly in front of everyone: "The day before yesterday, I fought with my junior brother and a young man and was defeated by his sword. ”

The abbot was surprised: "With the swordsmanship cultivation of two scattered people, he actually lost at the hands of a young man?" The words were incredulous, but convincing.

Shang Youwei responded: "That's true, that young man made it the lost sect sword swordsmanship of this sect, breaking the sword eighteen styles. ”

Sorrow seemed to understand the meaning behind it, so he asked, "You mean that this young man killed my very nephew?"

Tong Yin immediately saw that the master of grief seemed to be unbelieving, so he comforted: "Master don't be in a hurry, and listen to me slowly." This person will not only know our sect's sword and swordsmanship, but also your Shaolin's 'Buddha Sea Light Gong' and 'Buddha Kicking the Wall'. ”

The abbot was amazed and said: "This martial arts has never been passed on, these two martial arts are the two martial arts of my Buddhist family's cultivation of qigong, how can they be learned by others?"

Shang Youwei saw that the abbot was beginning to be concerned about this matter, so he further said: "This is exactly what is strange about us, and this person can also use the Vientiane Qigong of the Vientiane School. ”

The abbot became more and more surprised: "This is more and more strange, the martial arts of the Vientiane Sect have never been passed on, this person can learn three martial arts at a young age, I don't know how to cultivate internal strength?"

Tong Yinli responded to the abbot and said: "Judging from our fight, it is definitely above me and my junior brother. ”

Sadly hearing what the two of them said, I felt a little incredible, it was rare for a young person to practice three supreme martial arts, and the internal strength cultivation was actually above the two scattered people in the Zongjian Palace, which was quite unbelievable, so he asked: "Then you mean that your junior brother and our non-junior nephew were both killed by this person?"

Shang Youwei knew what was wrong with his sorrows, so he said, "We only suspect that it was him, or maybe it was his master or brother, but unfortunately we don't know who he and his master are. ”

The abbot is a clear-eyed person, he knows that the reputation of the two scattered people in the Zongjian Palace will not be nonsense at will, besides, the Zongjian faction attaches great importance to reputation, how can it easily fabricate the lie that the two scattered people were defeated by a young man, in this way, wouldn't he defile the sect, therefore, the abbot was sure of what the two said, and he also saw through the conspiracy behind it at a glance.

The abbot said: "When you say this, it reminds me of my grief, grief, desolate junior brother and bitter uncle, as well as the important people who have disappeared in various martial arts factions in recent years, as well as the sect's vendetta a year ago. ”

Shang Youwei couldn't help but secretly admire his father-in-law, and he knew the bones with a little skin, and his eyes were very. Then he chimed in: "The master is the same as we thought, and we also suspect that someone is making trouble from behind. ”

The abbot continued: "I think it was probably the Mongols. ”

"The Master is exactly what we surmised. "I haven't admired my abbot again.

"And what instructions do you have from your master?" asked the abbot,

Tong Yinli took out Lu Zhizhang's handwriting from his arms and responded: "Senior Brother in charge wants to mediate the struggle between the various factions in the name of your faction and the Concealment faction, and expose the conspiracy behind it. ”

The abbot felt that Lu Zhizhanggui was the head of a faction, but he had the bearing and strength of the head of the house, and said with a happy face: "Now that Sheji is facing danger, we should focus on the overall situation, and we should not continue to fight like this." ”

Sadly remembering something, he asked, "Do you remember what that young man looked like?" If so, we can draw a portrait, and we can use the power of the various factions to catch this man and force him to tell him the plot behind it." ”

Tong Yin said: "What the master said is very true, I will immediately carve his portrait and ask the master to bring the ink treasure." Sadly, he ordered a disciple to fetch the ink treasure, and Tong Yin immediately raised his pen to draw a portrait.

Tong Yinli handed the portrait to the master of sorrow, and Shang Youwei leaned forward to take a look and praised: "Senior brother is very good, and the painting is very similar." ”

The abbot glanced at the portrait and handed it to the abbot, and then handed it to the extraordinary, and commanded: "Copy a few hundred copies at once, and pass them on to all sects and sects when the time comes." ”

Extraordinary took the portrait and stepped aside.

The abbot turned to the two scattered people of the Zongjian Sect and said solemnly: "Then each of us will send disciples to use this portrait to the various sects to learn about this matter, hoping to promote the momentum of unity." ”

Shang Youwei replied in a cheerful tone: "Everything is only according to the master's orders. ”

The abbot felt that it was better to do this matter as soon as possible, and fearing that the traitor would take advantage of this incident again, so he advised: "Then we will act separately tomorrow without further ado." ”

After the monk Tong Yinli responded happily, he left the Shaolin Temple and went straight to the Zongjian Palace.

The two factions then sent their disciples to the Bliss faction, the Vientiane faction, the Kongtong faction, the Li Jiazhai faction, and the beggar gang with the handwritten letters and portraits of the two factions to tell the inside story. For a while, the various factions in the Central Plains returned to their former relations, but all factions regarded Zongzheng as an enemy.