Tiansong suddenly calmed down, he seemed to be thinking about something, and after a long time, he said slowly: "This fan has been seen by the head of the family, and it is indeed used by Chu Liuxiang, and the orchid painted on it is also Chu Liuxiang's favorite." However, it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Chu Liuxiang never kills people, how could he kill our Wudang Gusong Dao Chief?"

Changsong said angrily: "There are many people in the rivers and lakes who don't need any reason to kill people at all. Some people will kill people for a look, they will kill people for a big thing, and some people will treat killing people as a profession, no matter who they kill, as long as they are given money, they are willing to do it. So, I think Chu Liuxiang is no exception. He doesn't kill people, it's just that no one sees it. Maybe how many people he killed behind his back?"

Daoist Tiansong still didn't believe it: "I'm afraid that this matter will have to be discussed in the long run." Honmatsu died so suddenly, he must have had many secrets he wanted to tell us, but he couldn't. Since the murderer could slit Gu Song's throat with a fan, without causing him to die immediately, so that he could just climb back to Wudang Mountain to report the news, how ingenious this method was. Also, since the murderer could cut Honson's throat with one move, why did he leave his tools of crime behind? He had every chance to take the fan. ”

The wrinkles on Changsong Daochang's face looked deeper under the light, and as he spoke, the beard on his chin shook and said, "What the senior brother said is reasonable, but we can't rule out any suspects. Even if this matter was not Chu Liuxiang's doing, he would not be able to escape his involvement. ”

The head of Tiansong instructed his subordinates to put the body of the head of the ancient song in the morgue of Wudang Mountain, and held an emergency meeting overnight, and decided that the head of the road of Changsong was responsible for investigating the murder of the head of the ancient song, and at the same time ordered all the disciples of Wudang to investigate the whereabouts of Chu Liuxiang day and night, and report to him immediately if there was any suspicious situation.

Late at night, the moonlight is miserable.

The miserable moonlight is like the abbot's room in Shaolin.

There were countless Shaolin disciples standing outside the Shaolin abbot, and there was no expression on their faces, as if they had been slapped by someone, and they wanted to cry in pain, but they couldn't cry.

There is innumerable resentment in their hearts, and this resentment is stored up in their hearts.

Monks are originally cultivating the mind.

People who cultivate the mind should be the ones who are most able to control their emotions.

Usually, even if someone cuts a knife on their body, they will quietly chant the scriptures and chant the Buddha, but tonight is different, none of the Shaolin disciples tonight are in the mood to chant the Buddha, their calm hearts are like someone threw a big stone into the lake, and the resentment aroused is enough to burn the entire Shaolin Temple to ashes.

After the light in the abbot's room passed through a thin layer of window paper, he no longer had the strength to crawl out.

The entire abbot's room was filled with the smell of blood, and three Shaolin monks were looking at a white cloth on the ground. One end of the white cloth was already stained red with blood.

Zhixian, Zhisheng and Master Zhichang are all very noble monks in Shaolin Temple, and the expressions of the three of them are very heavy, and even their breathing has become very heavy.

Master Zhixian turned one hand into a palm, put it on his chest, and said, "Amitabha, sin, sin." ”

After Master Zhisheng whispered a word of "sin", he said, "I didn't expect Abbot Zhitong to die so badly. Although we Shaolin disciples say that we don't kill and have no quarrel with the world, if someone dares to ignore our Shaolin and blatantly kill people, Lao Qu will definitely not stand idly by. ”

Master Zhichang said calmly: "The Yijin Sutra and the Thousand Buddha Palms of the Abbot of Zhitong have been practiced to the realm of supernatural transformation, if someone in this world can take off the head of the Abbot of Zhitong with a sword, I will not believe anything." Even if the abbot of Zhitong was defenseless, it was impossible for that person to take off the abbot's head so easily. ”

Master Zhisheng's face was very serious, and his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and his serious face suddenly became very heavy, "Could this person be Ouyang Chongxiao, the sect leader of the Netherworld Sect?"

Master Zhisheng's face was as if someone had sprinkled a layer of burnt paper ashes, and suddenly it became terrifying and solemn, and even the sound of his breathing became much heavier.

This enlightened monk, who would not blink his eyes when Mount Tai collapsed, actually changed his expression when he mentioned Ouyang Chongxiao.

The beads of sweat on the foreheads of Master Zhisheng and Master Zhichang actually rolled to the ground, they were not unfamiliar with the name Ouyang Chongxiao, and the shock in their hearts was probably greater than that of Master Zhixian.

Master Zhisheng took a long breath, calmed his mood a little, and said, "Twenty years ago, Ouyang Chongxiao broke into the Shaolin Temple with a Netherworld Divine Sword. His swordsmanship is sharp, fast, and fast. That sword is extremely powerful, sharpening iron like clay, Shaolin disciples, countless people have been injured by the sword qi, and there are countless people who have died by touching the sword. To this day, there is still a hero tower on the back mountain of our Shaolin Temple, and those Shaolin disciples who died to guard the pure land of Shaolin are buried in the tower. ”

When Master Zhisheng talked about this past, he seemed to have returned to that earth-shattering battle.

Master Zhisheng continued, "That war was a nightmare. At that time, the Tianxing master, the highest martial artist in our Shaolin Temple, used a pair of fleshy palms and strong internal force to tightly clamp the Netherworld Sword in his palms. Master Skywalker's palms seemed to be made of steel, but the Nether Sword had slashed his palms with blood. Blood flowed down the Nether Sword onto Ouyang Chongxiao's arm and dripped to the ground. Master Tianxing knew that his martial arts could not match the Netherworld Divine Sword, so at the moment of crisis, he used his heart to meet the Netherworld Divine Sword. The moment the Nether Divine Sword pierced into Master Tianxing, the blood from Master Tianxing's heart spurted onto Ouyang Chongxiao's face. Ouyang Chongxiao never dreamed that Master Tianxing would use this kind of trick to fight him. At the moment when Ouyang Chongxiao was shocked, Master Tianxing's Vajra-like palm also hit Ouyang Chongxiao's chest. After Ouyang Chongxiao slapped his palm, he pulled out the Netherworld Sword and was beaten out thirty zhang. ”

Master Zhisheng didn't seem to have the heart to tell about this past, this past, not only did he not want to talk about it, but he didn't even want to listen to it.

Master Zhixian replied sadly: "At that time, Ouyang Chongxiao had been beaten by Master Tianxing and couldn't even stand on his feet, but the sword in his hand could still cut off Lao Qu's arm. ”

Master Jihyun had an empty one in his wide sleeve. The sleeve under his left hand hung straight down his waist. There really are no arms in the sleeves.