The night is silent, and there are no stars or moons.

The very master of Shaolin Temple was meditating in the meditation room with his eyes closed, when suddenly a strong wind blew, and the candles around him were extinguished together, and there was green smoke, and the meditation room suddenly dimmed.

Very eyelids and ears moved slightly, so evil, the heart of the known master coming.

However, there was not the slightest sound of fighting in the room, and the room was unusually quiet.

A dark shadow skimmed over the rooftop, and then only a round of crescent moon hung in the sky.

The next day, the little monk who served the very master came to the very master's room to clean as usual, but when he walked to the door, he found that the door of the meditation room was wide open, and the very master liked to be quiet, so the door was closed in the house, and the little monk felt that something was wrong, so he walked to the room.

Before he entered the meditation room, the little monk suddenly fell to the ground in fright, shouting loudly.

"Uncle Shi is dead, Uncle Shi is dead!"

When everyone heard the news, they informed the monk in charge of the temple about it.

The abbot and the Master of Sorrow rushed to hear the news.

But I saw that his eyes were wide open, there were no blood marks on his body, only a slight blood stain remained at the corner of his mouth, and everything in the room was placed as it was, and there were no traces of fighting.

Seeing such a scene, the Master of Sorrow secretly guessed in his heart, as if he had a suspicious target, so he stepped forward and opened the underwear of the Master of Sorrow, and found that there was a faint sword mark on the acupoint in the middle of the body of his body, and there was no blood stain on the side, so he couldn't help but be shocked,

"Zong Sword Swordsmanship. ”

The old abbot put his hands together, and his heart was full of grief.

"Amitabha, extraordinary, you lead the extraordinary disciples to chant the sutras for the extraordinary!"

The relationship between the extraordinary master and the extraordinary master is good, and he can't help but be excited.

"Abbot, is that it?"

Although the host is sad in his heart, after all, he is a monk who has attained Taoism for decades, and he is the abbot of the temple.

He knew that the extraordinary and the extraordinary relationship, and naturally understood the extraordinary momentary excitement, but he would not mislead his judgment by the extraordinary, so he only said lightly,

"Extraordinary, we can't jump to conclusions about this matter, now we have formed an alliance with the Zongjian Sect, and we won't easily kill the people in our sect for no reason, there must be some conspiracy in this!"

After hearing this, Fei Fei felt that there was some truth and stopped being stubborn! Then he took a group of disciples to pick up the corpse of the extraordinary, recited scriptures and prayers for it, and cremated it with tears, and the whole temple also entered a state of vigilance.

After the cremation, the abbot found the two of Sorrow and Extraordinary.

Sadness and extraordinary came to the abbot's meditation room, the sad master as the abbot of the temple, his own meditation room is not as spacious as imagined, two yellow cushions, a wooden fish, is the most conspicuous furnishings in the entire meditation room, this old abbot, walking has been inconvenient, so he rarely goes out, the heart is pure, although it is a dangerous thing, and for this person who has experienced all kinds of difficulties, what can it be counted?

There were three incense sticks lit on the Xuan furnace in the meditation room, and the smoke was filling, and the abbot looked at the two and said,

"Sad, extraordinary, I called you here to let you go down the mountain to the Zongjian Sect to investigate the extraordinary matter. Extraordinary, you are thoughtful and calm, but your martial arts are not enough; although your uncle is sad and frivolous by nature, and his work is ridiculous, and he is not serious, but his martial arts are still very powerful, and it is safer for him to move forward with you, and I don't have to worry too much. ”

Sadness is the youngest master in the temple of the sad generation, open-minded, plainly quite undisciplined, debauched, but will not do anything that seriously violates the temple rules, plus several monks of the bitter word generation are very fond of sorrow, often covered, so there has been no right, the temple was very sneak attacked, although the sadness is a little sad, but it is not too sad.

After listening to what the abbot said, he shook his fat body sadly, shook his head and smiled lightly with his white beard.

"Hehe, brother, how can I have it! I'm very serious!"

The abbot looked sad and funny and admonished again,

"Remember, after going down the mountain, business matters, you can't sneak to the tavern to drink wine and eat meat, do you hear?"

"Yes! Sorrow suddenly and seriously agreed, but in my heart I secretly thought: "Life in the world, eat and drink! If you don't eat well, don't you drink well, won't you be sad!"

The abbot looked at this 'old cutie' and rolled his eyes, knowing that he must be thinking of some crooked idea in his heart, so he couldn't help but tell again and again,

"Remember, get down to business"

Before the old abbot could finish speaking, Sorrow took what he wanted to say, shook his head and said.

"It matters, senior brother, are you bothered!"

The host was helpless, so he stopped admonishing, and knew that it was useless to say more, so he explained lightly,

"After you have breakfast, take a few apprentices down the mountain!"

The two obeyed the order, and after breakfast, they set off for the northwest with ten disciples.

Along the way, although the sorrow is as naughty as a child, but also dare not do something that violates the rules of the temple, several times want to secretly drink and eat meat is also hindered by the extraordinary strict monitoring and endure, before departure, the abbot is afraid of sadness willful, delay things, so early in the morning to the extraordinary have an explanation, therefore, these days, extraordinary to the sorrow is also tight, sorrow endured for a few days, feel uncomfortable, but also helpless, and have to continue to endure.

After a few days of travel, the group came to the territory of the Zongjian Sect on the border between Dazhou and Bazhou.

Zongjian Palace falls on the high mountain, the green peak on the mountain is secluded, the palace building is full of solemn and mysterious feeling under the sunlight, the mountain is a small town, a loop twists and turns, the winding and endless stone steps lead to the Zongjian Palace on the mountain, this stone step has three thousand and one levels, the people who go up the mountain can only walk up, and the horseback riders need to dismount and walk under the mountain, this is the most set rule by Shangguan, and the Zongjian faction has always followed this rule.

Seeing this endless stone step, I couldn't help but sit on the stone steps, lying on my back to block the entire road up the mountain, pouting my legs, and starting a temper.

"I won't go up, Extraordinary Master and Nephew, you can take these disciples up, and I can rest in this small town at the foot of the mountain." ”

Extraordinary naturally knew the idea in Sorrow's heart, it was nothing more than wanting to go to the town to steal wine and meat, and he was about to go to Zongjian Palace, and the business was important, so Extraordinary persuaded him,

"Uncle, aren't you making it difficult for your nephew, the abbot asked the two of us to come out to do errands, but now, you asked me to go up alone, which is against the abbot's order. ”

Sadly stroked his long white beard, and thought to himself, the entire Shaolin Temple, he can say that no one is afraid, only the abbot alone, seeing that the extraordinary pressure is exerted by the abbot's order, but he does not dare to disobey.

"Well, when I'm done with my work on the mountain, I'll go down the mountain to rest, and then you don't stop me. ”

As he spoke, he stood up, and without waiting for anything to respond, he stepped up a dozen stone steps.

Extraordinary nature can't control sadness, I wanted to open my mouth to refuse, but when I saw that others were already a few feet away from me, I didn't say much.

When you reach the full name of the stone steps, there is a platform where you can overlook the entire foot of the mountain at a glance.

Several disciples of the Zongjian Sect who were warning and patrolling saw that a Shaolin monk was coming, and hurriedly sent someone to the Zongjian Palace to report.

The group finally climbed to the top of the mountain, and the whole picture of Zongjian Palace also fell in front of them.

The glazed pavilion tiles, the white carved stone pillars, and the spacious Zongjian Square are not magnificent compared to the pattern of the Shaolin Temple!

Lu Zhizhang, the head of the sect sword sect, and Li Qingxin, the head of the Jade Void Sect, received the return of their disciples in advance, and they were already standing in front of the door to greet them.

Lu Zhizhang was wearing a white suit, his eyebrows and beard were slightly white, his beard was not long, but the white eyebrows on both sides hung down to the tip of his nose, his sleeves were wide, and he had the demeanor of a grandmaster in his gestures.

Lu Zhizhang and Li Qingxin introduced a cadre of people into the inner hall.

Entering the gate of Zongjian Palace, inside is a circular empty square, with a high platform in the middle, which should be a place for lectures and teachings.

Through a few corridors, the two came to a hall, compared with the meeting hall of Shaolin Temple, the meeting hall of Zongjian Palace is more spacious, the decorations inside are placed in an eclectic manner, quite a sense of freshness, compared with the simple and simple style of Shaolin Temple, here is streamlined.

Lu Zhizhang ordered his disciples to go and make tea and deliver water.

Then he arched his hand and asked, "I don't know why the Sorrow Master and the Extraordinary Master have come to the Despicable Sect, but Mongolia has already made a move?"

The Master of Sorrow does not respond if he is not good at serious words.

Extraordinary returned the favor with Buddhist etiquette, and then said: "Amitabha, my uncle and I are not here for Mongolia's business, it is" Extraordinary suddenly paused, and then continued,

"It's my junior brother who died very much under the sword technique of your sect's sword sect, we came here to ask what happened, to see if this matter has anything to do with your sect's sword sect?"

When the Yuxu Sanren heard this, they were naturally unhappy, so they asked, "How do you know that the very master died under the sword technique of my sect's sword sect?"

Lu Zhizhang knew the temper of the Yuxu Sanren, and was afraid that he would have a deeper misunderstanding because of this, so he made a gesture to stop the Yuxu Sanren, and then said.

"For the death of the very master, my faction is deeply saddened, but what the junior brother said is also reasonable, I don't know how the master judged that it was my sect's sword and swordsmanship?"

Seeing that Lu Zhizhang was calm, he naturally didn't dare to be aggressive, and explained,

"The very junior brother had a sword in his body, the wound was smooth, there was no valgus bleeding, and there were no traces of fighting around. ”

Lu Zhizhang blinked, revealing a solemn expression, and the Jade Void Man also looked at Lu Zhizhang in surprise after hearing this.

At this time, the disciples who made tea served hot tea, and everyone traveled all the way, but they were also thirsty, extraordinary and sad and cautious, and did not dare to drink tea easily until they understood what was going on.

Lu Zhizhang saw their thoughts, but he took a cup from many cups at random, lifted the lid of the cup, blew a few times, blew a few more breaths, and then sighed lightly.

This move is elegant and dignified, but it is not pretending to be like this, Lu Zhizhang is worthy of the head of the sect sword faction, in this way, first, to dispel everyone's concerns about tea and make them secretly ashamed; second, to show the demeanor of everyone in the sect sword faction, to act in a fair and upright manner, and not to do sneak attacks and secret injuries; third, to calm everyone's emotions and render the atmosphere for the follow-up gentle conversation.