Two naked corpses were placed in the middle of the Buddhist hall, surrounded by a group of old monks, whose faces were full of sorrow and anger, and they were silent.
These two corpses are naturally those of Xuanji and Xuantong.
On each of their chests, there was a faint red mark that looked like a stroke of ink, which was the cause of their death.
"Amitabha..." After a long and suppressed silence, Xuanbei slowly spoke, "May I ask, Brother Abbot, what are our temple's plans next?"
Xuanci showed a bitter look on his face and sighed: "It is my fault that the poor monk mistakenly believed what others said and made a big mistake. The cause of the past and the consequences of today, all kinds of sins, should be borne by the poor monk."
"Brother Abbot, what's wrong?" A monk stood up and said loudly with a sad and angry face, frowning.
This monk's name is Xuan Du, and he is the elder of the precepts dean. On weekdays, he is the closest to Xuan Ji.
"Weren't the people killed by Master Abbot thirty years ago not Khitan people?" he said emotionally. "And not long after the battle of Yanmen Pass, the Liao Kingdom sent troops to invade the pass. How could you know that the two events were not directly related?"
The monk thinks that the reason why the Liao people did not continue to send warriors to Shaolin to steal scriptures was because they knew that Shaolin was on guard, so they changed their goals!"
This sentence immediately caused many monks to agree, and the scene was buzzing.
"Senior Brother Xuanji and Junior Brother Xantong are our contemporary Shaolin elders with distinguished status. Even if they make mistakes, they will naturally be dealt with according to the rules of my Shaolin Temple. How can people take their lives so easily?" Xuandu continued with grief and anger, "More
Besides, how could we know that the two masked men who came that night were not Na He Xie and Qiao Feng deliberately looking for someone to mislead us?"
"The matter has not yet been concluded. Why did they kill me, a Shaolin monk?"
As Xuandu asked questions, the monks in the Buddhist hall suddenly became excited.
Although Xuan Bei tried his best to explain, he went out to clarify the truth this time. Firstly, he did not get permission from the abbot, and secondly, he watched his brothers being killed. When had Shaolin ever suffered such humiliation?
Everyone said nothing, but who didn't blame him in their hearts?
In the end, the situation in Shaolin was still one-sided, and the voices of Xuanbei and Xuannan were still drowned in the angry accusations.
Xuanci's expression gradually calmed down and he said calmly: "In this case, our temple must take the initiative! Junior brothers Xuandu and Xuansha, you two have appointed your disciples to distribute hero posts widely. We, Shaolin, will hold a hero meeting on January 15th.
Invite all the heroes in the world to clarify this matter!"
"Junior brothers Xuan Zhi and Xuan Ming, you two go find out the true identities of the two masked men..."
"Xuan Nian, Xuan Shi, you two..."
Following Xuanci's order, the entire Shaolin Temple took action.
Except for two people.
Xuanbei and Xuannan never received any missions from beginning to end.
They are marginalized.
At the same time, in the Sutra Pavilion, an old monk with white eyebrows was sweeping the floor while murmuring and shaking his head: "There is nothing in the first place, so why bother with the dust?"
Above Tai Lake, Mantuo Villa.
Jiumozhi had been waiting arduously for fifteen days, but still could not wait for Murong Bo to appear, so that he even had such doubts.
"Murong Bo, is he your biological father?" he asked Murong Fu doubtfully.
"Bastard!" Murong Fu, who described the withered grass, was furious, "Shameless monk, you have imprisoned me for so long, and now you still use my late father to insult me. If you want to kill me, you can kill me. If you want to chop me into pieces, if Murong Fu blinks
If you look at your eyes, you are not considered a man!"
Jiumozhi didn't get angry when he was scolded, but sighed and shook his head, saying: "Master Murong, why should you be angry? If your Majesty hadn't threatened this young monk, why would this young monk have to trick you with such a thing?"
"Hmph, don't say Murong Bo is dead. Even if he is still alive, he may not come to you!" A cold voice sounded from the side.
But it was Wang Yuyan’s mother, Li Qingluo.
Not far away from Li Qingluo, Wang Yuyan, who was reading a book, also raised her head and looked here with a worried look on her face.
Jiumozhi kidnapped a living person and stayed here for so long. How could the master not notice it?
As early as ten days ago, in order to solve the problem that He Xie left for her, Wang Yuyan came to the Langhuan Jade Cave to look up the secret book, but was caught on the spot by Jiumozhi.
That night, Li Qingluo came to see her daughter and had her acupoints tapped.
From then on, Jiumozhi occupied the magpie's nest, threatened Li Qingluo and his daughter, and ordered his servants to bring tea and water, and take care of daily life. In the past ten days, he had been fighting wits and courage with the servants who were eager to save the savior, and lived a good life.
It's quite tasty.
The reason why he didn't tap Wang Yuyan's acupuncture points was because that day he attacked Wang Yuyan from behind, but Wang Yuyan used Lingbo Weibu to dodge.
Although Jiumozhi quickly restrained Wang Yuyan, he also recognized He Xie's martial arts and was extremely surprised.
After asking around, I found out that it was He Xie who had passed down this martial arts to Wang Yuyan.
Jiumozhi respected and feared He Xie, and did not want to do anything to Wang Yuyan, but after all, this matter was related to his life and death, and he did not dare to let Wang Yuyan go out and let her call her friends and cause trouble.
He simply let Wang Yuyan move freely in the Langhuan Jade Cave, but she couldn't go out casually.
Jiumozhi also frowned slightly when he heard Li Qingluo's words.
Logically speaking, Murong Bo should have come long ago, but he has not come until now. Could it be that he is really sure that he does not dare to do anything to Murong Fu, so he is confident?
Thinking of this, Jiumozhi's eyes flashed fiercely, and he looked at Murong Fu again. Murong Fu suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Wang Yuyan was keenly aware of it, immediately alerted, stepped on the waves, rushed over, and stood in front of Murong Fu.
"Master monk, what are you going to do to my cousin again?" Wang Yuyan frowned slightly and said softly.
Jiumozhi looked at Wang Yuyan depressedly: "Miss Wang, you are no match for Xiao Monk, so let's get out of the way. Xiao Monk has honored you several times because of He Shaoxia's face. But you are always like this, please forgive Xiao Monk for only offending you.
Got it!"
In the past few days, he had not thought of forcing Murong Bo to show up by hurting Murong Fu, but Wang Yuyan stopped him every time.
"You are also an eminent monk, why do you have to be at odds with my cousin?" Wang Yuyan advised, "You said you also have something to hide, why not tell it, maybe we can help?"
"You don't have to worry about the young monk's affairs." Jiumozhi sighed, "Miss Wang, if the young monk doesn't want to embarrass you, you'd better get out of the way."
Wang Yuyan said: "If you deal with my cousin, I won't be able to survive either."
Here it is again.
Jiumozhi felt even more depressed.
He turned to look at Murong Fu and couldn't help but sneered and said sarcastically: "Murong Fu, a dignified man, actually needs a woman to protect him and survive. He really brings shame to your Murong family!"
Murong Fu roared angrily: "Seng Fan, if you have the ability, let me go. I will fight you for three hundred rounds!"