I have a role in the heavens

I don’t know how long it took, but the familiar bell rang, but it didn’t have the usual distant tranquility. The bells sounded louder and louder, as if something big had happened in the temple!

In the Mahavira Hall, the golden Buddha statue has its hands formed in a seal, with a solemn appearance, looking at the people in the hall with compassion. Right below the Buddha statue stands an old monk with white eyebrows and a drooping face. He is Abbot Kongwen. He has a thin appearance, wearing yellow monk robes and a red cassock. He holds a nine-ring tin staff and his face is pale gold.

"Namo Amitabha, all donors, please be patient."

Abbot Kongwen raised one hand and pronounced the Buddha's name. On both sides of him stood nearly twenty monks in red cassocks. Some were deeply wrinkled and old, some were thin and shriveled, like dead trees, and some were melancholy, elegant and mature. Each of them was cultivated in an outdoor setting, and their aura Obscure and extremely powerful.

"Hmph, please be patient. My disciples were killed in your Shaolin, but you told me to be patient?"

Taoist Shouzhuo wore a seven-star crown and a Yin-Yang Taoist robe. His eyes were as bright as lightning. He looked directly at Abbot Kongwen with anger and spoke in a violent tone.

"Master Kongwen, our Xuantian Sect was invited here, but this happened to us. You have to give us justice! Otherwise, hum!"

Taoist Shouzhuo has a childlike face with white hair, but his face is extremely rosy without a single wrinkle. His clear eyes are flashing with anger, and the yin and yang Taoist robes on his body are gradually bulging. This is due to his inability to control the breath in his body.

Abbot Kong Wen had attained the golden body of the Arhat Subduing the Dragon and had dominated the world for more than a hundred years. Naturally, he would not take the threat of Taoist Shou Zhuo seriously. However, Xuantian Sect was a guest invited by Shaolin, and the young Taoist priest Qingjing died in In Shaolin Temple, Shaolin has an unshirkable responsibility.

"Amitabha, my benefactor, if such a tragic thing happened in the temple, no matter who the murderer is, I, Shaolin, cannot escape the blame."

Abbot Kong Wen's attitude was sincere and his eyes were calm. He looked directly at the furious Taoist Shouzhuo and begged.

"But I think the benefactors of your sect, like all the benefactors present, want to know who the murderer is and what his purpose is. Please give me some time to examine the body and find out the murderer."

Taoist Shoujing is the head of the Xuantian Sect. It is said that he has touched the threshold of the Dharma Body and is ranked second on the Earth Ranking.

"Master Kong Wen's words make sense. Fellow Daoist Shouzhuo, please don't be impatient. We all feel your sorrow."

Xuan Yuanzi was wearing a Xuanwu Taoist robe and holding a jade Ruyi in his hand. Seeing that Taoist Shouzhuo was a little irritable, he quickly came out to give an admonishment.

Among the disciples behind Xuan Yuanzi, Zhang Yuanshan's eyes were filled with sadness, and he was looking at the clear scene lying on the white cloth with clenched fists. His head was separated from the body, his eyebrows were angry, and his eyes were wide open. He was obviously frightened and angry before his death. abnormal.

"It's such a way to die!"

Zhang Yuanshan's eyes were filled with sadness, and his heart was filled with shock and fear. How could he die in the world of reincarnation? He died the same way in reality!

Zhang Yuanshan couldn't determine whether their real bodies were thrown into reincarnation, or whether they were the projection of injuries after the illusion! But no matter what the situation is, the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is enough to be called a powerful man!

After all, all of this was accomplished under the eyes of Abbot Kongwen, the Arhat Who Subdues the Dragon!

Zhang Yuanshan secretly glanced at Jiang Zhiwei, one of the disciples of Xijiang Pavilion, and Qi Xia, one of the Dajiang Gang, and saw that their faces were sad, but they could not hide their shock and solemnity. Qi Zhengyan was just an ordinary disciple and was not qualified to follow Huanhua. The elders of the Sword Sect entered the Mahavira Hall.

However, the mysterious murder of Xuantian Sect disciples in the Shaolin Temple was enough to be called shocking. The expressions of other young disciples were all very different, and no one noticed anything unusual about them.

Taoist Shouzhuo glanced at Xuan Yuanzi coldly, with an extremely ugly expression on his face. He did not care at all about the friendship between the two Taoist sects, and said sarcastically.

"Xuan Yuanzi, it's not your disciple who died, don't pretend to be a good person!"

Xuan Yuanzi was well-behaved and was not angry. He knew that although Xuantian Sect still had many disciples like Qingjing and could afford to lose them, being assassinated like this was a slap in the face of Xuantian Sect. It is normal for Taoist Shou Zhuo to become furious after a slap in the face.

Standing in front of Jiang Zhiwei was the calm and composed Lu Chunyang. He seemed ordinary, but if you look at him carefully, you would feel that his place was empty, without me or anything.

Lu Chunyang half-closed his eyes, gently stroking the mahogany sword at his waist with his right hand, and watched coldly without making a sound, appearing unusually silent.

The entire Mahavira Palace fell into silence at this time, and the atmosphere was very depressed and heavy. After an unknown period of time, Taoist Shouzhuo finally controlled his anger, bowed his head, and begged Abbot Kongwen.

"Please also ask Master Kongwen to check Qingjing's injuries."

Kongwen handed the nine-ring tin staff to the middle-aged monk with a handsome and melancholy temperament next to him. He walked forward slowly and stopped next to Qingjing's corpse. There was a little golden Buddha light shining in his eyes, and he looked at Qingjing carefully. The body of the little Taoist priest.

"Qingjing Donor's fatal wound was a palm on his vest. The murderer's strength was that of a newbie, who was good at iron palms. The wound on his neck was caused after death. The murder weapon was a long knife. The strength of the knife wielder was slightly higher than that of the wielder. , so there are two murderers, both of whom are skilled but with varying degrees of skill."

Kong Wen slowly told the cause of Qing Jing's death. Zhang Yuanshan, Jiang Zhiwei and others were stunned for a moment. Abbot Kong Wen actually restored the death of the little Taoist Qing Jing so clearly and truly, exactly as if he had seen it with his own eyes. He is a person of Dharma height!

"Pindao can also come to such a conclusion, but where is the real murderer? The murderer who can let two enlightened juniors sneak into the courtyard without being discovered by Pindao? Can you commit murder in Shaolin without being caught by the master? You have great eyes and ears. Where is the murderer Tong found?"

Taoist Shouzhuo was angry and uncontrollable. As a master, he could also see this. He did not just listen to the abbot's words.

"I meditated yesterday to observe the pure lands. I was afraid that the real murderer might have caught a glimpse of me."

Kong Wen was neither in a hurry nor too slow, with an apologetic expression on his face as he explained to Taoist Shouzhuo.

Taoist Shouzhuo did not give in, his eyes were clear, and he was not afraid of the dissatisfaction of the monks behind him and spoke again.

"Master Kongwen, I'm afraid not many people will know about your deep concentration. How could it be such a coincidence? Master, please show your power of golden body and trace the real culprit!"

Taoist Shouzhuo's words made sense. Xuan Yuanzi and others nodded slightly and turned their attention to Abbot Kongwen.

Kong Wen clasped his hands together and said with a more solemn look on his face.

"Amitabha, I have tried it just now. The strength of the real murderer is not inferior to that of me, and all clues have been cut off."

"So, you can't find the murderer in Shaolin? Then I need to report to the master brother, please bring out the Time Knife and find the real murderer on your own!"

Taoist Shouzhuo was angry and threatened directly.

"Amitabha, I am ashamed of all the benefactors of the Xuantian Sect. I am willing to go to Yuhuang Mountain to apologize to the benefactors of Shoujing and work with your sect to find the real culprit."

Kong Wen showed compassion on his face, but was not angry. He apologized to Taoist Shouzhuo very sincerely and expressed his sincerity.

The faces of the leaders and elders behind Kongwen all showed dissatisfaction. Taoist Shouzhuo was too aggressive, and Abbot Kongwen was too conceding! However, they also understood that what happened was so strange that if the real culprit could not be found, Shaolin Qingyu might be destroyed if they could not handle the matter properly.

Everyone was completely stunned when they heard that Kong Wen was willing to go to Jade Emperor Mountain to apologize in person. Abbot Kongwen was an Arhat in the Dharmakaya realm. Such a low profile had already given Xuantian Sect enough face.

Taoist Shouzhuo also showed an embarrassed expression for the first time. He didn't dare to really respond and said quickly.

"Master Kong Wen doesn't need to be like this. Pindao can feel your sincerity. I hope Shaolin can keep this promise and work with the I sect to find the real culprit."

Third on the Heavenly List, the golden-bodied Arhat who has been bullying the world for more than a hundred years comes to apologize in person, which really tests the Daoist heart of Shouzhuo Taoist. If there is no definite evidence for this kind of thing, Xuantian Sect is not willing to push people too far and offend them. Got this Dharmakaya Arhat.

"Master Abbot, this junior has something to report, which is related to Qingjing's death."

Suddenly, Qi Xia's voice sounded in the Main Hall, attracting everyone's attention.

Zhang Yuanshan looked in shock and saw a pretty face with a look of determination. Jiang Zhiwei, who kept his head lowered as if he was counting ants on the ground, also raised his head in surprise.

Lu Chunyang's expression moved slightly, and he looked at the girl. He sighed in his heart. This girl was still impulsive. Although the masters of magic are the top existences in the world, compared to the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation and others, they are just ants. They are simply ants. There is no way to save the life of this girl who wants to reveal the existence of reincarnation.

As soon as Qi Xia's words came out, Kong Wen looked at her and said Amitabha.

"Donor Qi, please speak."

"what do you know?"

Taoist Shouzhuo was full of anger towards the real murderer and looked at Qi Xia, waiting for her to provide clues. Suddenly, Xuan Yuanzi and Qi Xia's father Qi Yuandong all cast their eyes on Qi Xia, waiting for her next words.

Jiang Zhiwei, who was behind Lu Chunyang, involuntarily held the hilt of the sword with her hand, her expression a bit nervous and expectant. She did not take any chances, but she also wanted to know if the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation could really hear the abbot's words in the sky. In front of a Dharmakaya Arhat, he controls their life and death.

After Qi Xia blurted out those words, there was no room for retreat. He looked at the seniors and Abbot Kong Wen of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat, secretly hoping that the Dharmakaya-level master could intimidate and stop the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation.

"Reporting to Master Abbot, both Qingjing and I were raped."

As soon as the six words were spoken, Qi Xia suddenly felt that her heart was pounding, pounding, beating extremely violently, a large amount of blood surged up, her head was swollen, her throat was blocked, and she couldn't breathe.

"boom!"

Qi Xia seemed to hear a crisp cracking sound in the dark, and his vision was bright red. He vaguely saw a big hand shining with solemn Buddha light reaching towards him with a soft and stable aura, trying to save himself, and a sword light, like the sky. Qing Ming suddenly appeared and slashed into the void three inches behind him.

"The Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation actually dares to do something in front of a Dharmakaya-level expert!"

"It's a pity they were a little late!"

Qi Xia fell into the boundless darkness with emotions of bitterness, regret, shock, and unwillingness, and her body fell softly to the ground.

"Xia'er!"

Qi Yuantong cried out sadly, and with great speed, he caught his daughter. The true energy from his palms poured into Qi Xia's body like nothing, but there was no reaction.

Jiang Zhiwei's face was slightly dazed and shocked, while Zhang Yuanshan was frightened and frightened. His feelings of thankfulness and fear were intertwined with feelings of annoyance and self-blame, making it difficult to figure it out.

"Amitabha, I am a step too late."

Kong Wen clasped his hands together, and no more solemn and sacred Buddha light flashed. For the first time, shock and astonishment appeared on his face.

Taoist Shouzhuo took back the sword in his hand, rubbed the handle with his left hand, his eyes widened angrily, indescribably sharp, but his expression was extremely solemn, with a strong sense of astonishment.

"Dear donors, what happened to donor Qi just now reminded me of several similar things."

"It was also Lao Na's negligence for a moment that he failed to connect the incident of Qingjing Donor with these few things, otherwise he would have been able to save Donor Qi."

Abbot Kongwen clasped his hands together and spoke slowly with a bit of annoyance.

Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan looked at Abbot Kongwen with shock. Several similar things happened. Could it be that someone had fallen into the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space before?

"I wonder if all the donors have heard of the mysterious organization Xianji? If their members want to reveal the internal secrets, they will die inexplicably like donor Qi. I suspect that there may be some kind of curse in their bodies. Once triggered, they can Attract the power from the underworld.”

"Immortal traces? Pindao fought against one of them, Dou Mu Yuanjun, and almost lost his life."

A trace of loneliness flashed across Xuan Yuanzi's face, and he said something self-deprecating.

"But Pindao has never caught any of their members, and has never seen any similar mysterious deaths."

"What? You almost lost your life? What else Dou Mu Yuanjun?"

Taoist Shouzhuo asked in disbelief as he had a bad temper. Xuan Yuanzi is the chief minister of the Zhenwu Sect. Although he is not the top master in the sect, he is still a famous figure on the ground list. It is really unacceptable that he would be defeated by a master from an unknown organization.

"As far as I know, there are very few official members of Xianji, no more than twenty. Each of them is named after a famous Taoist or immortal god from the ancient mythological era. No real name is exposed. Doumu Yuanjun is one of them. .”

Kong Wen explained to those present who had never heard of the Immortal Trace Organization, his expression was extremely solemn. There were masters in the Immortal Trace Organization who were not weaker than him. He suspected that the opponent was also on the top of the Heavenly Ranking, but he didn’t know who the opponent was. .

"Taking the title of Immortal God and never revealing his real name? How could there be so many unknown masters in this world! It could be an organization secretly established by some ambitious people from various sects! Xuan Yuanzi, you can tell What is the origin of Doumu Yuanjun’s martial arts?”

Taoist Shouzhuo snorted coldly. He didn't believe that there were so many masters in the world who could remain unknown. Apart from their code names, they must have other prominent identities in the world!

"If I could tell, I would have found myself by following the clues a long time ago. Our Zhenwu sect belongs to the lineage of the Zhenwu Emperor, and we are not so easy to bully. The martial arts performed by Yuanjun Doumu seem to be the unique skill of the Mother of Stars in the mythical era, "The Star God Descends" "World Art", but the Star God's Art of Coming to the World has been lost for tens of thousands of years, how do I know who has inherited this secret art?"

Xuan Yuanzi smiled bitterly. What Taoist Shouzhuo thought of was beyond his imagination. What Yuanjun Doumu used was a secret skill that had been lost for tens of thousands of years. He couldn't tell what the other party's background was.

"There is a mysterious power erupting from the body, and the power of the unknown is connected to the outside. It is really beyond human control, but since there are traces of curses or similar in the body, we can check each other first."

Taoist Shouzhuo glanced at the crowd and spoke again. He still suspected that there was a traitor among the crowd, or that he just suspected that there was a traitor in the Shaolin Temple.

"it's useless!"

"Lao Na once searched the body of Taiyi Tianzun, a member of Xianji, and found nothing. He couldn't find any similar traces at all!"

Abbot Kongwen sighed and looked at Taoist Shouzhuo. He knew that the other party might not believe it, but that was the fact.

"What Abbot Kong Wen said is true. I have also heard of a similar organization, Shinhwa! It is the mortal enemy of the Immortal Miracle Organization, and its title is the name of an ancient god."

Lu Chunyang spoke for the first time, attracting everyone's attention as soon as she opened her mouth. Jiang Zhiwei behind her looked at her senior uncle in astonishment. She had never thought that her senior uncle had heard of something similar. matter.

"Donor Lu, where did you hear about this organization? Do you know its secrets?"

Abbot Kongwen asked quickly, and everyone else looked at Lu Chunyang with curiosity on their faces.

"My junior brother once met Dong Wanggong, a member of the Shinhwa Organization. He was strong enough to be ranked among the top three in the Earth Ranking. Junior brother couldn't hold back!"

Everyone knew who the junior brother Lu Chunyang was talking about. He was number one on the Earth Ranking, and the divine sword Su Wuming couldn't hold back. Doesn't that mean that Duke Dongwang has returned to dust?

"As soon as Duke Dongwang died, his body mysteriously self-destructed!"

Lu Chunyang continued without waiting for others to ask.

Everyone's expressions darkened. It seemed that they could not get any useful clues from Lu Chunyang.

"No matter whether it is a miracle or a myth, it is mysterious and sneaky, and there must be an ulterior conspiracy. I suggest that all the sects join forces to investigate this matter thoroughly!"

Taoist Shouzhuo said in a loud voice.

Kong Wen nodded, took the nine-ring tin staff again, and promised.

"If there is any harvest in the future, Shaolin is willing to share it with all sects."

"The same goes for Xuantian Sect."

Taoist Shouzhuo agreed directly, looked at everyone in the hall, his expression moved slightly, and spoke again.

"This matter is of great importance. Please restrain the disciples and not leak this matter."

The disciples who could enter the Mahavira Palace were all future elites of various sects and had certain qualifications to know about this matter, so he just asked them not to leak it at will.

Meng Qi entered the Zen Heart Courtyard and pretended to sweep the floor. He quietly observed the disciples of various sects coming and going in the several courtyards. He found that although most of the people had shock and confusion on their faces, only a few had expressions. He was solemn and seemed to be worried.

"The junior brother who is cleaning over there."

Zhang Yuanshan's familiar voice suddenly reached Meng Qi's ears. Zhang Yuanshan stood in front of a guest room and waved to Meng Qi.

"Junior brother, please come in and clean up. I'm restless and have soiled the ground."

"OK."

Meng Qi naturally knew that Zhang Yuanshan was looking for an excuse to let him in, and immediately walked towards the guest room carrying a broom, dustpan and other items. Jiang Zhiwei was also in the room.

Sitting in his room, Lu Chunyang noticed the small movements of Jiang Zhiwei and others, and chuckled. They were cautious and pretended not to know each other, but their acting skills were not as good as his own, the actor, and they were a little exaggerated and not enough. Naturally, but it’s enough to hide it from other people’s attention.

The five fingers of Jiang Zhiwei's right hand slid gently on the scabbard as if playing a lyre, looking at the blue sky outside the window, her tone was solemn and resolute.

"Maybe one day, we will encounter similar things. At that time, we can only use the long sword in our hands to cut out a glimmer of hope. I would like to share these words with Senior Brother Zhang."

After Jiang Zhiwei told Meng Qi about today's events, she left Zhang Yuanshan's room. Her thoughts were rolling in her heart, and all kinds of thoughts were coming and going, making it difficult to calm down.

"Xiao Zhiwei, come here!"

Lu Chunyang suddenly opened the window, looked at the solemn-looking nephew, and waved to her to come to his room.