NFBE Chapter 183 3 to 1
Chapter 183 3 to 1
Chapter 183
"dong dong dong dong..."
The small mallet was struck on the wooden fish again and again, with a strange rhythm in the dullness, slowly echoing in the Zen room.
The age of the monk is not too old in terms of appearance, at most he is in his 40s.On the altar in front of him is a bronze Bodhisattva with a peaceful expression.
At a certain moment, the gavel was raised but did not fall. The monk said, "Donor, why are you here late at night?"
Nangong Caiyun pushed the door open and entered, with a strange mask covering her face, holding a small copper bell in her hand, she shook it lightly, and it made a crisp sound of "jingle bell".
The ringing of the bell caused ripples in the monk Gu Jingbubo's heart.
The monk opened his eyes, looked back, and said, "What's the landlord's order?"
"Whether it's the guardian of the White Lotus Sect, venerable lord, emissary, whoever you want, you go and kill one, and use Buddhist martial arts."
"understood."
The monk didn't ask why, and Nangong Caiyun didn't explain either.
In a short time, Nangong Caiyun disappeared into the night again.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door of Song Yi, the envoy of the white lotus.
. . . . . .
When the sky turned pale, Song Yi's body was discovered. The cause of death was not complicated. There was a purple-blue black spot on his chest. It was obvious that he was killed by someone with advanced fingers.
There are not many martial arts in the world that can practice such finger strength, and the most famous one is the one-finger Zen skill in Shaolin 72 stunts.
It was at the border of Shaolin Temple again, no matter what, Shaolin couldn't absolve itself of the blame for Song Yi's death.
It was still the Great Hall of Great Heroes. Master Lingxin slowly covered the white cloth on Song Yi's face again, straightened up, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, monks don't tell lies, the benefactor of Song did die from my Shaolin One-Finger Chan. Don't hide it. All benefactors, in the past 30 years in my Shaolin Temple, only Junior Brother Lingchong has achieved this feat, but when he was traveling down the mountain ten years ago, he was assassinated by evil people and passed away."
"Amitabha." The same Buddha's name, uttered from Wusheng's mouth, always feels a bit different: "The poor monk can be regarded as a monk, but he still uttered a lot of lies. There are no less than three thousand monks in Shaolin Temple, so can't someone steal it?" ?”
"What do you mean by that!" The head of the Prajna Hall, the Lingnan Master, had a violent temper and shouted sharply: "Could it be that my abbot, the head of the sect, can still lie to you?!"
"That's not certain." Lady Zhao, the envoy of the golden lotus root, looked sad and said angrily, "Brother Song died of one-finger meditation, and you all admit it. Could it be that just because of a sentence that no one in Shaolin has practiced before can give you a push easily?" Two five six?"
"clang lang lang"
All kinds of weapons were drawn out, cold light flickered, everyone in the White Lotus Sect stared fiercely at Abbot Shaolin with evil faces, and there was a big disagreement, blood spattered on the spot.
"presumptuous!"
"Bold!"
Sternly shouted, Shaolin monks rushed in from outside the hall, holding big sticks, the scene was about to explode.
Master Lingxin lowered his eyes and said nothing, and the elders around him, as well as the heads of the three religions and seven sects, and the accompanying elders also had nothing to say.
After being silent for a while, Master Lingxin said: "Since the benefactor Song died in my Shaolin Temple, it is my Shaolin Temple's duty to find the murderer. Now everyone asks the old monk to hand over the murderer, but the old monk can't. How about this, please tell the old monk Three days. Three days later, here and now, I will definitely give everyone a satisfactory answer."
Everyone in the Bailian Sect looked at Tang Sai'er after hearing this.
Tang Sai'er thought for a while, then nodded: "Just as the abbot said."
With the departure of the White Lotus Sect, the atmosphere in the hall fell into silence for a moment, and a needle could be heard.
After a long time, Yue Songting said in a deep voice: "Master, it's not that Yue doesn't believe that Master is a human being, but I just want to ask one more question. Is there really no one in Shaolin who has learned One-Finger Zen?"
"No."
"Then Yue, put it another way," Yue Songting said again: "Then where is this cheat book stored now? Can someone access it? Maybe someone stole the stunt, but the masters don't know about it?"
All the monks looked at each other, and Master Lingxin said: "Benefactor Yue doesn't know that all the Shaolin martial arts and special skills are stored in the Sutra Pavilion of our temple, under the care of three uncles, Wuxi, Wunu, and Wubei. On weekdays, even if the old monk wants to go to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, he has to go through the three master uncles to verify his identity. It can be said that the guards of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion must be foolproof, and there has never been a secret book stolen."
"This..." After pondering for a moment, Yue Songting frowned and said, "In this case, Yue has a bold guess. Is it possible that someone from the White Lotus Sect is calling for a thief?" After a pause, Yue Songting continued: "Look at that song The imprint on Yixin's mouth is indeed very similar to the one-finger Zen technique of your temple, but there are tens of millions of supernatural skills in the world, and there may be no other fingering techniques other than One-Finger Zen that can cause such injuries.
Song Yi's expression was serene and his clothes were neat, which showed that he was not on guard against the murderer.If Master can really rule out the suspicion of the monks in your monastery, then the suspicion of the White Lotus Sect is not small. "
"No way..." Yan Ying wondered: "Song Yi is one of the lotus messengers of the White Lotus Sect after all, and his status is respected. What good will his death do for the White Lotus Sect? Losing a general for nothing."
"That's not necessarily the case." Tang Sanxing said coldly: "Song Yi is dead, if the masters of Shaolin can't give an answer, our three sects and seven sects are at a loss in this matter. If we want to stop the White Lotus Sect from rebuilding the light Compared with the great cause of restoring the main altar, losing a lotus envoy seems to be nothing unreasonable."
"Speaking of which, I have heard some rumors." He Chongxiao also said: "It is said that the reason why Song Yi became the Lotus Messenger is mainly because of his age and seniority. Really speaking of martial arts , Virtue, it's only average. But he often sells his elders on weekdays, so his popularity in the church seems not to be good, and many people don't like him."
"When you say that, I also remember..."
"and also...."
"I also heard..."
Yue Songting put forward an idea, and everyone responded one after another. From what you said to me, it seems that it has been confirmed that Song Yi's death was the internal work of the White Lotus Sect.
Master Lingxin, Taoist Xuancong, and Master Huizhen frowned and said nothing. In the chaos, Dongfang Yu snorted coldly: "It's all speculation, but is there any evidence? Now it is the White Lotus Sect who is asking us The murderer, are you going to use a guess and such a hearsay to deal with it?"
"Er..." The noise stopped abruptly.
At this time, Master Lingxin said again: "Amitabha. The benefactor of Song Dynasty is dead. Since I promise to give an answer within three days, I will do my best within these three days." Having said this, Master Lingxin turned his head to look To the fellow disciples around: "Junior Brother Lingkong, within three days, the Shaolin Temple will be closed and the mountain gate will be locked. Arhat Hall monks will patrol closely to ensure that no one enters or exits."
"Follow the abbot's decree."
"Junior Brother Lingnan, Junior Brother Lingtong."
Lingnan Lingtong stood up and said, "Senior Brother Sect Leader."
"Brother Lingwei, please lead the Prajna Hall and Bodhidharma monks to search Shaolin for suspicious people. I suspect that there may be unknown people in the temple."
"Follow the abbot's decree."
"Junior Brother Lingde, the Discipline Academy..."
Following Master Lingxin's instructions, the atmosphere inside and outside Shaolin Temple suddenly became chilled.
It can be seen that Master Lingxin has sincerity and an attitude to find the murderer, but Yue Songting's conjecture was obviously also listened to by Master Lingxin. It can be seen on the monk's face.
"Buddha mother." Sikong Xuan opened the window to see the situation outside, then turned his head and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid these bald donkeys have bad intentions."
"No." Tang Sai'er shook his head and didn't seem to be too worried: "I believe that the death of Elder Song has nothing to do with the brothers in our sect. Although the eminent monks of Shaolin are not as virtuous as they appear on the surface, It's thick, but it's not like deliberately resorting to frame-up tactics."
"Perhaps." Wu Sheng didn't seem to have a good impression of the monks in Shaolin Temple.
"Mother Buddha." Wei Dongfeng cupped his hands and said, "Speaking of which, the death of the envoy of the Song Dynasty is really puzzling. Now in this Shaolin Temple, there are only members of my four religions and seven sects. According to the saying that who benefits and who doubts, the subordinates really can't see it." Who will benefit from the death of Elder Chu Song?"
"You can't say that." Shi Zhen said in a deep voice: "Most of the masters in our sect are in this temple now, whoever has evil intentions among them will just catch us all?"
Tang Sai'er thought for a while, and murmured in his heart. He raised his eyes to Lady Zhao, and asked, "Envoy Zhao."
"Subordinates are here."
"According to the residence, you are the closest to Song Envoy. Did you hear any movement last night?"
Mrs. Zhao recalled for a moment, and said with some shame: "Buddhist mother, my subordinates really slept a little heavy last night, and didn't hear any movement from Brother Song."
"It doesn't matter." Tang Sai'er waved his hand and glanced at the crowd: "Although Song Envoy's martial arts are not very high, he is not mediocre. No matter how you think about it, he shouldn't have died so quietly, and there were even a lot of people on the scene. There was no trace of resistance at all."
"That's not necessarily the case." Wei Dongfeng said again: "If there is an eminent monk of the spiritual generation to make a move, and he used a unique skill like One Finger Zen, it would not be surprising to kill the envoy of Song with one blow by surprise."
"One Finger Zen, is it really the hands of Shaolin Temple?" Tang Sai'er pondered for a long time, and said: "Strengthen your guard tonight, and tell all the brothers, two by two, one room, don't leave alone."
"Yes."
. . . . . .
"Who's dead?" Seeing Nangong Caiyun slowly walking towards the setting sun in the shade of the forest, Xu Ruyi asked without thinking about the possibility of failure at all.
"Song Yi." Walking closer, Nangong Caiyun opened his mouth and replied, "Died from One Finger Zen."
"Very good." Xu Ruyi nodded in satisfaction: "How is the situation in the temple?"
"Severe. The White Lotus Sect and the three religions and seven sects are on guard against each other, and the temple is heavily guarded. If Abbot Lingxin is not for his high morals and promises to give an answer in three days, I'm afraid there will be a fight today."
After listening to Nangong Caiyun's narration, Xu Ruyi turned his gaze to Fang Tianyou who was at the side again: "How is everyone preparing?"
"Report to the governor." Fang Tianyou cupped his hands and said, "The two hundred tyrants accompanying him and the four hundred followers transferred from Beijing have secretly gathered in Shepherd's Valley. It was collected from an iron smithy outside, and no one will be able to find out the source. It can only be dispatched after the governor gives an order."
Shepherd Valley is located in the north of Shaoshi Mountain. The first line of the canyon is not too wide, but it is very long, especially because it is hidden. It is a place that Fang Tianyou found after searching for several days.
This valley is named for shepherding sheep, but in fact there is no grass in the valley, and it is full of sand and gravel.
It has no value, and in addition to its remote location, it is perfect for hiding people.
After Fang Tianyou's explanation, Xu Ruyi clapped his hands and smiled, "Okay, okay, you will send an order later, let the children have a good rest, and act when you are ugly tomorrow night. Let's give this Shaolin Temple a big gift."
"Master..." Fang Tianyou said hesitantly: "Compared to Shaolin Temple, our 600-odd members are still not enough..."
"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 parties was broken. One hundred 'Bai Lian' attacked Shaolin."
"I said..." Hua Pengfei who was on the side finally understood the cause and effect, and couldn't help but say in shock at this moment: "You're playing a bit too big, aren't you?"
"Let's not talk about the big ones, did you hear any loopholes in the middle?"
"That's not true, but what good will it do you?"
"There are many benefits." Xu Ruyi said, raised her right hand, and explained to him with her fingers: "Our family hates these righteous people in the world, and they always shout for the heavens, while wielding knives Kill people. With their dog-like brains, sooner or later they will provoke me, so it's better for our family to strike first.
Secondly, the White Lotus Sect is too powerful. Although I need to rely on him, I don't need him to have such a great power. "
"But the White Lotus Sect currently has only a few hundred people in the temple..."
"As much as you can die." Xu Ruyi shrugged: "Actually, it doesn't matter if they all run away. If the news spreads, if the three religions and seven sects can let the White Lotus Sect rebuild the Bright Peak, then they don't have to mess around. I'm ashamed as well. And..." Xu Ruyi looked at Hua Pengfei: "If Shaolin is not in chaos, even you can't steal the Great Return Pill from it, right?"
"Uh..." Hua Pengfei was silent, and Xu Ruyi's words were on point. Indeed, the more chaotic the better, "It's just that I haven't stepped on Shaolin Temple, so how do I know about Da Huan Dan?" Where was it collected?"
"On this point, someone will lead us to look for it at that time." Xu Ruyi smiled strangely, showing two rows of white teeth, and looked far away, looking at the ancient temple of the previous year on the top of the mountain.
The long chime of the bell reverberated again, and countless birds on the peaceful and peaceful Shaoshi Mountain started up, as if sensing the impending catastrophe.
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