"Knock knock knock... ”

The small wooden mallet knocked on the wooden fish again and again, boring and with a peculiar rhythm, slowly echoing in the meditation room.

The age of the monks is not very old in terms of physiognomy, at most they are in their forties. On the altar in front of him is a bronze Bodhisattva Xiang, with a serene expression.

At a certain moment, the small gavel was raised, but it did not fall, and the monk spoke: "Donor, come here late at night, I don't know what you are doing?"

Nangong Caiyun pushed the door in, with a strange mask on his face, holding a small copper bell in his hand, and shook it slightly, making a crisp sound of "jingle bell".

The ringing of the bell caused ripples in the heart of the monk Gujing Bubo.

The monk opened his eyes, looked back, and said, "What does the landlord command?"

"The protector of the White Lotus Sect, Venerable, Messenger, whoever you want, you go and kill one, and use Buddhist martial arts. ”

"Got it. ”

The monk didn't ask why, and Nangong Caiyun didn't explain.

In a short moment, Nangong Caiyun disappeared into the night again.

Soon after, there was a knock on the door of the White Lotus Messenger Song Yi's room.

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When the sky was white, Song Yi's body was discovered, the cause of death was not complicated, and there was a purple-blue black spot on his heart, which was obviously killed by someone with deep finger power.

There are not many martial arts on the rivers and lakes that can practice such finger power, and the most famous of them is the one-finger Zen Gong in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin.

It is also in the realm of Shaolin Temple, Song Yi's death, no matter what, Shaolin is to blame.

It was still the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the spiritual master slowly put the white cloth on Song Yi's face, straightened up, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the monks don't speak, and the Song Shizhu did die from my Shaolin one-finger Zen." Don't hide it from the donors, in the past 30 years of my Shaolin Temple, only Lingchong's junior brother has achieved this achievement, but when he traveled down the mountain ten years ago, he was assassinated by gangsters and passed away. ”

"Amitabha. The same Buddha name, when it comes out of the mouth of Wusheng, always feels that the taste is a little different: "The poor monk is also a monk, but he still has a lot of words." There are no less than 3,000 monks in Shaolin Temple, can't someone steal from them?"

"What do you mean by this!" The first Lingnan Master of the Prajna Hall had a violent temper and shouted: "Can I still lie to you by the head abbot?!"

"That's not for sure. Zhao Niangzi, the envoy of the golden lotus, looked sad and said angrily: "Brother Song died of one-finger Zen, you also admit it, is it just because no one in Shaolin has practiced that you can lightly push two five six?"

"Growing"

All kinds of blades were drawn, the cold light flashed, and the White Lotus Sect people had evil on their faces, staring at the Shaolin abbot viciously, and there was a situation of disagreement, and blood was splashed on the spot.

"Presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

Solemnly shouted, Shaolin monks poured in from outside the hall, holding a big stick, and the scene was about to erupt.

The Lingxin Master was silent, and the elders around him, along with the heads of the three sects and seven sects, and the accompanying elders were also speechless.

After being silent for a long time, Master Lingxin spoke: "Since Master Song died in my Shaolin Temple, it is my Shaolin Temple's responsibility to find the murderer." Everyone now asks the old man to hand over the murderer, but the old man can't hand it over. If that's the case, please give the old man three days. Three days later, here and now, the old man will surely give everyone a satisfactory answer. ”

Hearing this, everyone in the White Lotus Sect looked at Tang Sai'er one after another.

Tang Sai'er thought for a while and nodded: "Just according to what the abbot said." ”

As the White Lotus Sect left, the atmosphere in the main hall fell silent for a while, and the needles could be heard.

After a long time, Yue Songting said in a deep voice: "Master, it's not that Yue doesn't believe that the master is a person, but I just want to ask again, at this moment, there is really no one in Shaolin who has learned a finger of Zen skills?"

"Nope. ”

"Then Yue Mou put it another way," Yue Songting said again: "Then where is this secret book stored now? Can anyone get access to it? Maybe someone has secretly learned the stunt, but the masters don't know?"

The monks glanced at each other, and Master Lingxin spoke: "Master Yue doesn't know, all the magic skills of Shaolin are kept in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of our temple, and they are guarded by the three uncles of no joy, no anger, and no sorrow. On weekdays, even if the old man wants to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he has to be verified by the three uncles. It can be said that the guards of the Scripture Pavilion must be foolproof, and they have never heard of any cheats being stolen. ”

"This... After pondering for a moment, Yue Songting frowned and said, "Since this is the case, then Yue has a bold guess. Is it possible that the thieves of the White Lotus Sect shouted to catch the thief?" After a pause, Yue Songting continued: "Look at the mark on Song Yi's heart, it is indeed very similar to the stunt of one-finger Zen in your temple, but there are no less than 10 million magic skills on the rivers and lakes, and those who can cause such injuries may not have any other fingering methods except for one-finger Zen.

Song Yi's demeanor was serene and neatly dressed, indicating that he was defenseless against the murderer. If the master can really rule out the suspicion of the monks of your temple, then the suspicion of the White Lotus Sect is not small. ”

"No... Yan Ying was puzzled: "Song Yi is also one of the Lotus Messengers of the White Lotus Sect, and his status is respected. What good will his death do to the White Lotus Sect? ”

"Not necessarily. Tang Sanxing said coldly: "Song Yi is dead, if the masters of Shaolin can't give an answer, our three sects and seven factions will be at a loss in this matter." If you want to stop the White Lotus Sect from rebuilding the Bright Peak, you will lose your confidence, compared to the great cause of recovering the General Altar, it seems that there is nothing unjustifiable to lose a lotus messenger. ”

Speaking of which, the old man has also heard some rumors. He Chongxiao also spoke: "It is said that the reason why this Song Yi became the position of this lotus messenger is mainly because of his age and seniority. If you really want to talk about martial arts and virtue, it's just average. But he often relies on the old and sells the old on weekdays, so his popularity in the church doesn't seem to be good, and many people don't like him. ”

"When you say that, I think of it too... ”

"And... ”

"I've heard that too ... ”

Yue Songting put forward an idea, and everyone responded one after another, and it seemed that Song Yi's death was the internal work of the White Lotus Sect.

Lingxin Master, Xuan Cong Dao Master, and Hui Zhen Master were too silent, and in the chaos, Dongfang Yu snorted coldly: "Speaking of which, it's all speculation, but is there any evidence? Now that the White Lotus Sect is asking us for a murderer, are you going to deal with it with a guess and such a hearsay rumor?"

"Uh... The noise stopped abruptly.

At this time, the spiritual heart master spoke again: "Amitabha." Master Song is dead, and since Lao Ke promised to give an answer within three days, then Lao Ge will do his best in these three days. Speaking of this, Master Lingxin turned his head to look at the surrounding peers: "Senior Brother Lingkong, within three days, Shaolin will close the temple and lock the mountain gate." The warrior monks of the Luohan Hall patrol closely to ensure that no one enters or leaves. ”

"Obey the Abbot's decree. ”

"Senior Brother Ling, Senior Brother Lingtong. ”

Lingqi stood up: "Senior brother in charge." ”

"Please lead the monks of the Pranyo Hall and the Dharma Academy to search the Shaolin and find suspicious people, and the old man suspects that there may be unknown people in the temple. ”

"Obey the Abbot's decree. ”

"Senior Brother Lingde, the Discipline Academy... ”

With the instructions of the Lingxin Master, the atmosphere inside and outside the Shaolin Temple suddenly became solemn.

It can be seen that the Spirit Heart Master has the sincerity and attitude to find the murderer, but Yue Songting's guess was obviously also listened to by the Spirit Heart Master, which can be seen from the faces of the two hundred master warriors of the Bodhi Academy arranged around the White Lotus Sect's residence.

"Mother Buddha. Sikong Xuan pushed the window to look at the situation outside, then turned his head and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid these bald donkeys have bad intentions." ”

"No, it won't. Tang Sai'er shook his head, and didn't seem to be worried: "I believe that Elder Song's death has nothing to do with my brothers in my sect, and although the Shaolin monks are not as virtuous as they seem on the surface, they will not deliberately resort to some means of framing the blame." ”

"Perhaps. "Wusheng doesn't seem to have a good impression of the monks of Shaolin Temple.

"Mother Buddha. Wei Dongfeng arched his hand and said: "Speaking of which, the death of the Song envoy is really incomprehensible, and now in this Shaolin Temple, there are only people from my four sects and seven sects. According to the saying that who benefited and who was in doubt, his subordinates really couldn't see who would benefit from Elder Song's death. ”

"The same cannot be said. Shi Zhen said in a deep voice: "Most of the masters in our sect are now in this temple, who among them has evil intentions, won't they just wipe us out?"

Tang Sai'er thought about it, muttered in his heart, raised his eyes to look at Zhao Niangzi, and asked, "Zhao Envoy." ”

"The subordinates are here. ”

"Speaking of the residence, you are closest to the position of the Song envoy, did you hear any movement last night?"

Zhao Niangzi recalled for a moment, and said with some shame: "Buddha Mother, my subordinates slept a little heavy last night, and I didn't hear any movement from Brother Song's side. ”

"It doesn't matter. Tang Sai'er waved his hand and swept his gaze to everyone: "Although the Song envoy's martial arts are not very high, they are not mediocre either. No matter how you think about it, you shouldn't have died so quietly, and there was not even a trace of resistance at the scene. ”

"Not necessarily. Wei Dongfeng said again: "If a senior monk of the spirit character generation makes a move, and he uses a stunt like one-finger Zen, it is not surprising that he killed the Song envoy with a surprise blow. ”

"One finger Zen, is it really the hand of the Shaolin Temple?" Tang Sai'er pondered for a long time and said: "Strengthen your vigilance tonight and tell the brothers that you can't be left alone in two or two rooms." ”

"Yes. ”

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"Who died?" Looking at Nangong Caiyun walking slowly in the shade of the trees, Xu Ruyi asked, not thinking about the possibility of failure at all.

"Song Yi. Walking closer, Nangong Caiyun opened his mouth and replied: "Died of one-finger Zen." ”

"Good. Xu Ruyi nodded with satisfaction: "What is the situation in the temple?"

"Grim. The White Lotus Sect and the three sects and seven sects are on guard against each other, and the temple is heavily guarded. If it weren't for the spiritual abbot's high morality and promise, he would give an answer in three days, I'm afraid there would be a fight today. ”

After listening to Nangong Caiyun's story, Xu Ruyi turned his gaze to Fang Tianyou on the side: "How are the preparations made?"

"Lord Overseer. Fang Tianyou arched his hand and said: "The accompanying two hundred horsemen and the four hundred people who were transferred from Beijing have secretly gathered in the Shepherd Valley, according to the orders of the overseer, all dressed in white, and the weapons were also collected in the outer subway shop, and absolutely no one can find out the source." Wait for the order of the Overseer, and then you can go out. ”

Shepherd Valley is located in the north of Shaomu Mountain, the first-line canyon is not too wide, but it is very long, especially in concealment, it is a place that Fang Tianyou found after looking for several days.

This valley is called for shepherding sheep, but in reality the valley is barren and full of gravel.

It doesn't have any value, and because it's in the middle of nowhere, it's perfect for Tibetans.

After Fang Tianyou explained, Xu Ruyi clapped his hands and smiled: "Okay, okay, you will give the order in a while, let the children have a good rest, and act tomorrow night when the ugly time comes, let's give this Shaolin Temple a big gift." ”

"The Overseer ... Fang Tianyou hesitated: "Compared with Shaolin Temple, our more than 600 fans are still a little not enough to see... ”

"Enough, and more than enough. Xu Ruyi waved his hand and smiled: "Song Yi died in Shaolin martial arts, and the chain of trust between the two sides was broken. ”

"I said... Hua Pengfei on the side finally understood the cause and effect, and couldn't help but be shocked at this moment: "You're playing a little big, aren't you?"

"Don't talk about it, did you hear any loopholes in the middle?"

"Not really, but what's in it for you?"

"There are so many benefits. Xu Ruyi said, raised his right hand, and explained to him with his fingers: "Our family hates this group of righteous people in the rivers and lakes, and they shout for the way of heaven at every turn, and at the same time kill people with knives. With dog-like brains like theirs, sooner or later they will provoke me, so it's better for us to strike first.

Secondly, the White Lotus Sect is too powerful, although I need to borrow from him, but I don't need him to have such a big power, it is okay to destroy some, and the future of the province will not be great. ”

"But the White Lotus Sect has only a few hundred people in the temple at the moment... ”

"It's a matter of how many people can die. Xu Ruyi shrugged: "Actually, it doesn't matter if they all run away." If the three sects and seven sects can still let the White Lotus Sect rebuild the Bright Peak, then they won't have to mess around, and their faces will be lost. And... Xu Ruyi looked at Hua Pengfei: "If Shaolin is not chaotic, even if it is you, you can't steal the Great Huan Dan from it, right?"

"Uh... Hua Pengfei was silent, Xu Ruyi's words were on point, indeed, the more chaotic the better: "It's just that I haven't stepped on it in the Shaolin Temple, how do I know where Da Huan Dan is taken?"

"At this point, someone will naturally lead us to find it when the time comes. Xu Ruyi smiled weirdly, showing two rows of white teeth, and looked into the distance, looking at the ancient temple on the top of the mountain.

The melodious bell reverberated again, and countless birds on the previously peaceful and peaceful Shaomuro Mountain were startled, as if they felt the impending disaster.