Sealing Sword

Xie Li followed Xue Chanyi step by step and walked back and forth. The latter wanted to move to the left chamber before the sun set, so as not to get through the gate as soon as possible.

Ye Fusheng only asked Xie Li to bring a message to Duan Heng, saying that there is no need to worry, and he wanted to get familiar with the way, so he went back later.After seeing the two leave, he turned his gaze away, stroked the bark pit with his fingers, and suddenly tore off the small piece of bark, as if it had been torn apart by a wild beast.

He clapped his hands, did not stay here, and went to the front yard.

It's noon now, Xiangji's kitchen lit a fire to cook and prepared vegetarian dishes. Those aristocratic families and sects think highly of themselves, and they don't want to eat in the same room with these people who are mixed with dragons and snakes, so they ask someone to carry the food box to the wing room. The rest of the people gathered in the dining hall for dinner.

Ye Fusheng rubbed his clothes indiscriminately a few times, the originally neat clothes had a few creases, which made him look old-fashioned, and he messed up his hair a little, his whole person became like a prodigal.He changed his expression again, looking more gloomy, and picked up a piece of charcoal to give a little hint at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. Although his face hadn't changed a lot, it looked strange, so he mixed into the crowd, brought a bowl of green vegetables, tofu and People join the table.

Ye Fusheng didn't take the initiative to ask questions when he saw his eyebrows dancing and heard the high-spirited talk, but picked out the cocoons from these chaotic and noisy voices, throwing out a sentence or two from time to time, which seemed to echo, but actually quietly guided the direction of the topic, and finally heard these people talking made something useful.

The man with the knife on the side table said to his companion: "I heard that the people from Qingfengmen left the mountain this morning."

Ye Fusheng scooped up a spoonful of soup calmly, only to hear another person say: "It's time to go, around 40 people have come, most of them have been injured in the past seven days of fighting, and they have no chance of winning, it's better to go first Simply."

"I remember that the Zhengyang Sect has no grievances with them. Why did they take off the arm of the Qingfeng Sect disciple yesterday?"

"When the battle rises, the sword has no eyes, but the skills are not as good as people, who is to blame?" The man knocked the tea bowl, full of anger, "If you want me to say, it is very good that Wuxiang Temple can't help fighting this time, lest These cats and dogs are all occupying seats at the conference, causing trouble and wasting time. If you are self-aware, you should go back and study for another two years, otherwise don’t blame others for missing arms and legs.”

All the people present were martial arts practitioners, and he didn't hold back his words, the atmosphere in the dining hall froze for a while, some people were still eating vegetables and soup, but their eyes showed evil spirits.

Ye Fusheng picked up a piece of tofu slowly, and felt that all the people in the room were pretended to be shells by wild beasts, and no matter how they looked at them, they all looked like they were choosing people to eat them.

With a "snap", someone dropped the chopsticks on the table, walked over with a sword in hand, and shouted at the person who uttered wild words: "Your Excellency, do you have the courage to speak nonsense, do you know if you have the ability? Song Wei, I am a disciple of Konghua." , I would like to ask for a lesson."

Ye Fusheng glanced at these two people, Song Wei was young but not weak, the speaker was old and callused, obviously he was a good hand with a knife.

These two fights are evenly divided based on their skills alone. If it comes to the skills and experience, this young man is afraid that he will suffer.

Ye Fusheng carefully chewed the dishes in his mouth, even after the two of them had gone out, his vision was still unclear.However, while he was sitting peacefully like a mountain, many people around him lost their composure. They either put down their bowls and chopsticks to call friends, or picked up their weapons and looked coldly. In a blink of an eye, many people left the dining hall, and it was suddenly empty. down.

Most of the pyrotechnicians and monks who distributed meals were not surprised, only a few showed disapproval on their faces, and they didn't say anything after all. They chanted the Buddha's name and went about their own business, maintaining the illusion of orderliness.

Ye Fusheng was still chewing slowly on the vegetable tofu that lacked oil and salt, as if it was some kind of delicacies from mountains and seas, and even a mouthful of soup had to slide down his throat slowly.

A monk next to him was amused, and when he finally put down his chopsticks, he asked with a smile, "The benefactor is also a vegetarian?"

Ye Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head, with a rather embarrassed look, said: "Xun, it's just common, but I'm hungry and thirsty all the way, and the vegetarian restaurant in the temple is not inferior to the food and drink, so I can't help being greedy, and I want more , Thank you, Master, for your hospitality."

The monk clasped his hands together and said, "Xiangji's kitchen is short of manpower. Fortunately, the Jiansi has hired new chefs for this conference. It is very good that it suits the taste of the benefactor. I dare not thank you."

There were other monks around who looked at Ye Fusheng for a few times. They looked like straightforward and reckless fools on the left and right. They didn't see anything unusual, so they looked away again.

Ye Fusheng chatted a few words casually, then followed the others out of the dining hall, he could feel strange eyes following closely behind him, but he only relaxed his body as if he didn't realize it, and disappeared into the crowd seemingly normally.

Not far from the dining hall is the Martial Arts Arena, Ye Fusheng wanted to go to see the situation, but saw a person walking towards the dining hall on the long corridor, so he turned around and brushed past him, whispering: "Be kind." Xinhu is waiting for you, come quickly later."

That person was Xuan Su, he was in a hurry, but he unexpectedly met Ye Fusheng here, although he didn't turn his head back, his voice was recognizable.Xuan Su replied in a low voice, but she was not so stupid as to turn pale, and continued to go to the dining hall.

Cixin Lake is not far behind the Guanyin Temple, it is a secluded place, few people come to it.Ye Fusheng came one step ahead, making sure there were no idlers here, then he found a big tree and turned up, hiding among the branches and leaves, watching all directions and listening to all directions.

Xuan Su didn't keep him waiting too long, and arrived here not long after.Ye Fusheng plucked a leaf and threw it over, just passing by the side of his face, the latter looked along the way, and saw a hand sticking out from between the branches and leaves, pointing at him.

When Xuan Su turned over, Ye Fusheng saw that he was holding a greased paper bag in his hand, and said with a smile, "Are you hungry?"

Xuan Su nodded, and said: "Just now I went with my uncle to visit Abbot Sejian, my uncle stayed in Yunshui hall to talk with the abbot, and let me leave first. The meals in the temple have been delivered to the left room, but never The quiet room went a long way, so I simply went to the dining hall, I didn't expect to meet you."

Ye Fusheng opened the paper bag, Xuan Su hurriedly took a steamed bun and two pieces of bean cake in order to meet him quickly.He picked up the bean cake and tasted it, then handed the steamed bun to Xuan Su, but broke the rest of the bean cake into fine pieces, saying: "Eat the steamed bun first to fill your belly, you can keep this bean cake first."

Just as Xuan Su was biting into the steamed bun, he paused when he heard the words, and looked up: "Is there something wrong with the bean cake?"

Ye Fusheng took out a towel and wiped his hands: "Just now I picked three dishes and one soup in the dining hall, and ate them carefully, and found that except for corn and steamed buns, everything else was drugged."

Xuan Su's expression changed, he didn't bother to chew on the steamed buns, and reached out to feel his pulse: "Then why do you still want to eat?"

"If I don't give it a try, how will I know what the problem is?" Ye Fusheng avoided his hand, "You don't have to panic, I'm sure if I dare to take it, not to mention that this medicine is not very poisonous, it doesn't hurt your life, it's just easy Stimulate the circulation of Qi and blood in warriors, and be prone to mania after being catalyzed by internal forces."

Xuan Su has seen few things in the world, but his mind is very clear. When he thought about it, his eyes turned cold: "In the past seven days, before the martial arts conference started, many people who participated in the conference had violent conflicts. There are many seriously injured."

"The people behind the scenes are ingenious. They don't stab people with knives, but they make people self-mutilate." Ye Fusheng wrapped the bean dregs and handed them to him, "The other party can send people to sneak into Xiangji Kitchen, take advantage of the opportunity to tamper with the food, and spread people to hide Waiting for opportunities to sow discord among various sects, and even planting hidden stakes in Wuxiang Temple to cooperate with outsiders, so I have to talk about my skills."

Xuan Su's voice turned cold: "I'm afraid there are not many people with this kind of ability in Jianghu, and there should be even fewer people who can cover the sky with one hand."

"It seems that you and I have guessed something, but a guess is just a guess, and you can startle the snake with empty words." Ye Fusheng bent one leg and rested his chin on his knee, "Speaking of which, you will see the abbot today. How do you feel?"

Xuan Su has a simple personality, and speaks straightforwardly: "It's better to be famous than to meet."

Abbot Sejian is already an old monk in his sixties. Although he is not as famous as a "Western Buddha" than his younger brother Sekong, he is still a well-known eminent monk.He is proficient in all aspects of Zen and Buddhism, and his martial arts attainments are few and far between. He has always been compassionate, and is highly respected in the martial arts world.Judging from Xuan Su's identity and temperament, he should never say such an evaluation.

Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows: "I would like to hear the details."

Xuan Su said: "Because of the speculation in the previous letter, my uncle intends to talk to him about the old things. Although the other party answered fluently, but when he turned to the morality of the Zen scriptures, he had problems. Although it comes from words, it is not flexible. If such a person is Brother Xifo and Abbot Wuxiang, I am afraid that Wuxiang Temple will become a thing of the past."

Ye Fusheng hit the nail on the head: "So you suspect that he is a fake?"

Although Li Daitao's method of rigidity is good, it takes a lot of time and effort to perfectly imitate a person, especially for an eminent monk like Sejian, in addition to understanding the way of doing things, his full of knowledge is also a problem.

Those who practice Taoism understand their minds, those who practice Buddhism understand the mechanism of Zen, the coming and going of cold and summer, and the long and short springs are all not achieved in a day.

So Xuan Su asked back: "Shouldn't it be?"

"But you can see the problem, Uncle Duanheng won't understand? If he is true, why would Uncle Duanheng stay in Yunshuitang to continue to discuss the Tao?" Ye Fusheng smiled, "Look at people You can't watch things superficially, Yun Shu, you read very carefully, but not deep enough."

Xuan Su's thoughts changed sharply: "You mean...Abbot Sejian deliberately exposed such flaws to warn me and Uncle Duanheng? Uncle Liu is in Yunshuitang, and he has something to tell secretly?"

Ye Fusheng said: "When you met the abbot, were there any outsiders around?"

Xuan Su said: "Master Seruo of the Jiansi Temple was also present, and wanted to leave with me, but was left behind by the abbot to talk about Zen."

The corner of Ye Fusheng's mouth twitched: "In this way, we can't be lazy."

Xuan Su was stunned for a moment, then heard Ye Fusheng say: "Abbot Sejian finally borrowed the help of his uncle to come and hold back the hidden stake for us, how can we miss this good opportunity?"

Sejian Abbot Liu Duanheng's discussion of Taoism is false, and the secret transmission of information is second. The real purpose lies in Master Seruo who was forced by him to stay.

It is not easy to infiltrate the Wuxiang Temple, so the hidden stake cannot be a monk who sweeps and sweeps. He must have a high position and authority to open the door for the black hands behind the scenes. Prison Seiruo is easier to control.

It was also because he was in control of Wuxiang Temple's affairs that he was able to insert the stakes one by one in an orderly manner, and he was able to catch Abbot Sejian by surprise.

In order to avoid complications, I'm afraid they didn't intend to really invite the Supreme Court at the beginning, but because the abbot noticed the incident, he deliberately changed the handwriting and wrote the invitation card, so as to cause a warning in such a cryptic way.

The arrival of Duan Heng is a point to break the deadlock. Se Ruo originally wanted to monitor and see that the abbot continued to pretend to be a puppet, but he didn't expect that the other party would use Duan Heng to turn against the general and trap him in Yunshuitang.

"The layout of the abbot's letter is secret, so it can be seen that one of Hengming and Hengyuan must be in collusion with Se Ruo." Xuan Su's mind was spinning rapidly, "Now that Se Ruo is trapped, that person will definitely go if he hears the news. Change the deployment, this is our opportunity to follow the vine!"

Ye Fusheng wiped away the black lines on the brows that were scratched by charcoal, and said with a smile: "I have inquired secretly, Heng Ming is helping the monks welcome people at the gate of the mountain, while Heng Yuan has returned to his room to rest."

After a pause, Ye Fusheng raised his head to look at the sky: "The sky is cloudy today, and the mountains and forests are hidden, so we should go secretly."