As for Monk Hua, let alone this, this slut has never been afraid of anything. Even if it was the old monk whom he suspected of killing, he stood there triumphantly, completely ignoring what Jinghai said.
"Have you forgotten what the two donors have done?" After all, he was a hundred-year-old monk. Lin Yu's response was very indifferent, but the old monk was even more indifferent. Even if he was angry in his heart, he could hold back his anger.
"Forgot." Before Lin Yu could speak, the old monk began to talk about alms. He spread his hands and said: "Amitabha, is Master Jinghai referring to me touching the buttocks of female tourists? Then you are really wronged.
I’m down.”
Monk Hua's words made everyone present furious. This guy invisibly gave everyone a critical blow, making everyone feel internally injured. Damn, are you talking about serious things? Now in their temple
If the senior is dead, the murderer may be these two guys, but these two bastards are still pretending that nothing is wrong. Do they really not know how serious the things they committed are?
"I, Monk Hua, always do things honestly. If I do it, I will admit it. If I don't do it, I will not give in even if you beat me to death." Monk Hua continued to chatter: "In addition, Buddha said
, all living beings are equal, but now you are all sitting and we are standing, where is the equality?"
"Give them a seat." An old monk endured his internal injuries and ordered the young novice monk.
Immediately, a young novice monk came over. They brought chairs for Lin Yu and Monk Hua. Monk Hua sat down proudly.
"Donor, do you really need me to remind you?" Jinghai's beard and eyebrows were fluttering. It was obvious that he was angry. He said slowly: "Last night, our Master Xuanjie was killed in the temple. You two know it."
"I know." Lin Yu nodded.
"Do you two know that you two are the biggest suspects?" Jinghai asked.
"Of course, the two of us were at the scene when the incident happened, so we are the most suspicious." Lin Yu added.
"Then do you have anything else to say?" Jinghai stared at Lin Yu, huge mental power emanating from him.
Monk Hua's face turned pale. The old monk's mental power was really too great, and his pure Buddhist cultivation made him a little unable to resist. Lin Yu was okay. He smiled slightly and said: "I have nothing to say, if not
If you ask me, I can only say that this matter actually has nothing to do with either of us."
"Does the donor use a sword?" Jinghai said and stretched his right hand forward into the void. The invisible force suddenly formed a whirlwind. Then Lin Yu's waist tightened, and with a hiss, the fragment flew out of his waist on its own.
into the hands of Jinghai.
Wanwan is spiritual, and it only recognizes Lin Yu as its master. Now that Jinghai is holding the hilt of the sword, the originally soft sword body suddenly becomes stiff, and a faint sword roar comes from Wanwan's body.
Kanchan trembled in Jinghai's hand, and Jinghai's beard and hair were flying. He stared at Kanchan and said calmly: "What a sword, it actually recognizes its owner, but in my hand, it's a dragon, you have to coil it, it's a tiger, you have to
Lying down."
Jinghai said as he flicked his right hand on the sword, then he gave a clear shout, and his hand shook. A dragon roar came from the sword, and then he was firmly in his hand and stopped moving.
Such strong strength, worthy of being a master of the Xianwu Realm. Lin Yu was a little shocked. Apart from his master, he had never seen a master of the Xianwu Realm. Moreover, the master was just a hidden sword, usually invisible.
So he didn't know what the aura a master in the early martial arts realm should have.
The old monk was now putting pressure on himself and Monk Hua, so his aura burst out deliberately, which surprised Lin Yu. He was thinking, is this the strength that a master in the Xianwu realm should have?
"It's a very good sword. What's its name?" Jinghai put down the broken sword in his hand and looked at Lin Yu.
"Incomplete." Lin Yu smiled and said.
"Did you know that three of Master Xuanjie's fatal injuries were sword wounds?" Xuanjie asked, staring at Lin Yu.
"I know." Lin Yu nodded and said, "But that doesn't mean that I am the one wielding the sword."
Xuan Jie made a move with his right hand, and the broken piece returned to his hand. He held the broken piece in his right hand, raised his energy, then raised the sword and quickly slashed forward with three swords.
Whoosh, whoosh, three swords were slashed out. Three invisible sword energy fell on the stone pillar in the room. Three sword marks appeared on the stone pillar. He put down the sword in his hand, pointed at the sword mark on the stone pillar and said: "Just now
We examined the injuries and found that the injuries on Master Xuanjie’s body are consistent with the incomplete sword marks in your hand.”
"As long as you are a master, you can do it." Lin Yu said.
"But in our temple, you are the only one who is good at using swords." Xuan Jie stared at Lin Yu and said, "And we have always been heavily guarded. It is impossible for outsiders to enter our temple."
"Baiyun Temple occupies such a large area, can you guarantee that not even a fly can fly in?" Monk Hua muttered.
"If they want to kill someone and frame me, they have many ways to bypass you and then enter the temple to kill people and marry Wa to me." Lin Yu said.
"You mean, Master Xiaohua was framed for molesting female tourists?" Xuan Jie stared at Lin Yu.
"Of course, I have been playing with him since childhood, and I know his character well." Lin Yu said: "He would not do such a thing, because he knows that he is a disciple of Buddhism."
"Haha." A monk next to Xuan Jie smiled and said angrily: "If he drinks and eats meat and wine, can he be considered a disciple of Buddhism? If Master Chunyang were here, I would like to ask how he taught his disciples
.”
"How can my master teach his disciples to have a relationship with you?" Monk Hua was dissatisfied. He glanced at the great monk and said, "He is such an outstanding disciple. It is normal for you to be envious and jealous, because you can't teach him."
"Haha, I can't teach you." The monk became even more angry: "A fair-weather monk like you will be expelled from Buddhism."
"This is not your decision." Monk Hua said proudly: "I drink wine and eat meat. Those are the desires that a normal person should have. How dare you touch your conscience and say that when you were young, you had no desire for wine and meat.
Have you ever been tempted?"
Monk Hua's last fierce shout left the old monk speechless. He clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and then fell silent.
"Master Xiaohua, I have another question to ask you. Those punch marks on Uncle Xuanjie's body are also fatal injuries, and we can feel the breath of pure Yang Qi from above. Dare you ask me about this?
Can you give us an explanation?"
"I can't explain it." Monk Hua shook his head and said: "I have also seen the punch wounds on the master's body. With that kind of Zhiyang Qi, except for my master Chunyang Zhenren and me, no one else can punch like that, because that kind of punch