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The little monk walked out of the meditation room and went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea.

At this time, a black figure quietly stood up from under the window of the meditation room, and he silently followed the little monk to the outside of the kitchen. From the window, I watched the little monk's every move.

The little monk made a fire, filled the kettle with water, and put the pot on the stove, don't look at his age, he started to do things, but he had a clear eye.

After a short time, the water boiled, the little monk brought a white porcelain teapot, opened the lid, took out a small bag from the cup, pinched out a small pile of tea leaves, put it in the pot, and then, turned around and went to the stove to get hot water, at this moment, from outside the open door, a small stone flew over, just hit the head of the little monk Guangguang.

The little monk, with a sigh, covered his bald head that was red, and rushed out of the room to find the person who threw the stones.

Then one side of the window opened, and a man in black jumped out of the window, and he came to the porcelain pot quickly, took two steel needles from his waist bag, threw them into the pot, and then turned out of the window again.

The little monk who went out to find a circle of people returned in vain, only to say that it was an unvirtuous brother who was making a malicious joke with him, although he was angry, but there was no way, so he had to go to the stove to lift the kettle, pour the hot water into the porcelain kettle, and then close the lid.

After all this was done, the little monk put the kettle back on the stove, added cold water, and then took two tea cups and carried the porcelain pot out of the kitchen.

The little monk walked lightly, twisted and twisted on the road, and soon arrived at the meditation room, pushed the door and walked in.

At this time, the dogs and teeth on the chessboard are staggered, black and white, and it is already a continuous beacon fire, and all the attention of Master Xuanming and Master Kunlun has already fallen on the chessboard.

The little monk quickly put the tea cup in front of Master Xuanming and the Venerable Master Kunlun, and then poured tea for them one by one.

Master Xuanming had just stepped out of a wonderful hand, and he was happy in his heart, and when he saw that his disciple had already made the tea, he raised his glass and said to the Venerable Master Kunlun: "Master Master, please taste it, at this time, the Longjing before the rain, the Shouwang Mansion sent over, it is very delicious!"

At this time, the Kunlun Master's mind was all in the chess game, and seeing Master Xuanming's sincere invitation, he had to raise his glass and take a symbolic sip, and Master Xuanming also liked to take a sip, but it was this mouthful that both of them changed their expressions greatly, and they both looked at the little monk on the side with their eyes like electricity.

The little monk was startled, and he didn't know why the abbot and the distinguished guest looked at him so much, so panicked that he knelt down, not knowing what to do.

Xuan Ming asked sharply, "What did you put in the tea?"

The little monk said very ignorantly: "I didn't put anything, I just released the water!"

Xuan Ming almost fainted, pointing at him and saying nothing.

The Venerable Master Kunlun said, "Don't blame him, this poison can't be released." ”

Yun Ming said: "Who could it be?"

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the meditation room, and a man dressed in black walked in from outside, and he said lightly: "Don't guess, I put it." ”

Master Xuanming and Master Kunlun both focused on this person, and Master Xuanming couldn't believe it: "It's you, Mr. Zuo!"

The Venerable Kunlun said, "It's been a long time, Gu Yunhao!"

Mr. Zuo came to the two of them in a down-to-earth manner and said to them, "I didn't want to see you, but I'm still curious, what will you two masters say when they are dying?"

Xuan Ming sighed: "I have had a few encounters with Mr., and the old man knows that he will not escape death, but my apprentice is too young, I hope Mr. can let him go!"

Mr. Zuo thought for a while and said, "This is difficult, because the second time I came, it was to extinguish my mouth!"

Master Kunlun said, "Master, you are seeking skin with the tiger!"

Mr. Zuo smiled indifferently and said, "The head of the house still understands me." ”

Master Xuan Ming stopped talking, he took the chess piece and tapped it lightly, as if he had put life and death out of the way.

Venerable Kunlun said: "What I have is the poison on the Kunlun needle?"

Mr. Zuo said: "Master Mingjian!"

Venerable Kunlun continued to ask, "Have you been in Kyoto all these years?"

Mr. Zuo replied truthfully: "I started in Nanjing, and I only came to Kyoto recently, but I have always been by King Yan's side. ”

The Venerable Master Kunlun asked again, "Then the recent deaths of the King of Jin, the Demon King, and Mr. Mo Da have something to do with you?"

Mr. Zuo said: "There is a relationship between direct and indirect. ”

Kunlun said: "Aren't you afraid that there will be retribution for doing evil?"

Mr. Zuo said frankly: "I have no turning back, so if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Therefore, I, a wicked person, can only do it to the end!"

Master Kunlun said: "So, you won't let this child go?"

Mr. Zuo nodded and said no more.

At this time, Master Xuanming was already delirious, and he fell headlong on the side of the chessboard, and the little monk was so frightened that he burst into tears.

As soon as Mr. Zuo raised his hand, a steel needle flew into the throat of the little monk, and the little monk suddenly lost his breath.

At this time, the Venerable Master Kunlun let out a long sigh and exclaimed, "Sin!"

Mr. Zuo looked at the three dead people again, then exited the meditation room, closed the door, and disappeared into the night.

Before dawn, Geng Jingzhong was woken up, and when he came to the council hall, he found that King Shou, Mei Bufan, and the little witch were already waiting there. There is also a monk in the hall.

He asked, "What happened?"

Mei Bufan said briefly: "Something happened to the Incense Burner Temple, and Master Xuanming and Master Kunlun are dead?"

Geng Jingzhong was taken aback, and snorted: "How can this be?"

Shouwang said: "So the three of you have to go to the incense burner temple immediately, check the scene, and deal with the aftermath." ”

Mei Bufan said to Geng Jingzhong and the little witch: "Let's leave immediately." ”

The three of them said goodbye to King Shou and rode to the incense burner temple with the monk.

During the morning class, they entered the incense burner temple and entered the meditation room of the head of the house under the suspicious eyes of everyone.

The smell of death permeated the meditation room, and after a few hours, the bodies of the three deceased were already bruised.

The three of them examined the deceased's body one by one and found that the little monk had been shot by the Kunlun needle, while Master Xuanming and the Venerable Master Kunlun had been poisoned.

Geng Jingzhong found the tea cup on the table, and he said to the little witch: "There is something wrong with this tea. ”

The little witch commanded, "Just pour out the water and leave the tea leaves for you to check." ”

When Geng Jingzhong heard this, he went out to pour water with a porcelain pot, while Mei Fan was checking the Venerable Master's belongings.

The little witch didn't do anything, but looked fixedly at the unfinished game of chess between Master Xuanming and Master Kunlun on the table.

Geng Jingzhong, who came back after pouring tea, said in surprise: "The source of the poison has been found." "Mobile phone users, please browse m. to read, a better reading experience.