Sealing Sword

It was an inconspicuous monk.

In his forties, with a medium build, a ring scar on the top of his head, and marks left by years of sweeping on his palms, there is nothing unusual about him.

He was shoved out with a cowardly and fearful expression, when he saw Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su, his face turned pale, trembling like sifting chaff, he couldn't utter a whole sentence.

Hengyuan said in a warm voice: "Fayuan, please explain what happened tonight—have you ever seen these two benefactors go up the pagoda? Why did the disciples in the pagoda die? What do you know?"

The monk called "Fayuan" carefully looked at the crowd, hid his body behind Hengyuan, and began to cry: "Just after the Yin hour, the brothers who were on the same value as me complained of abdominal pain one after another, and then fell down. It's dead, the seven orifices are bleeding, it's so scary."

Xuan Su and Ye Fusheng didn't enter the door, so naturally they don't know what's going on below the seventh floor, now hearing his cry, Ye Fusheng frowned, but Xuan Su's expression was even colder.

Heng Ming hurriedly asked: "But poisoning?"

Fayuan said: "It's poisoning. I just boiled water and drank it. Unexpectedly, after drinking a cup of water, I swallowed something terrible."

Ye Fusheng asked: "Who burned the water? Why are you all right?"

Fayuan glanced at him and said, "Senior Brother Fa Miao who boiled the water was also poisoned to death. At that time, my three junior brothers, Fa Jue, Fa Zhen, and Fa Xing, were cleaning and had no time to drink water, so we escaped. We wanted to go out to call for help, but we saw that the door was opened with a knife. We were afraid that black hands would come, so we hurriedly lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead. We narrowed our eyes and saw the two benefactors entering through the door. We did not panic when we saw the corpses all over the ground. Upstairs."

Xuan Su was amazed at the scene where the thief shouted to catch the thief, Ye Fusheng rolled his eyelids: "You saw us coming up with your own eyes? Why didn't you call for help after we came up?"

Fa Yuan flinched, "I'm not a monk, and I'm not good at martial arts. The three juniors went upstairs to stop you, and asked me to guard the big bell. If they failed to stop you, they would ring the bell to warn you... I'm down here After waiting for some time, I suddenly heard noises coming from outside, I looked at the window, and saw that two junior brothers, Fa Jue and Fa Xing, fell down the building one after another..."

This person sings and composes very well, although he didn't point at Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su to scold the murderer, but he can turn black and white, and when he wailed his words, the righteous indignation of the people around him became even more indignant. With the weapons on, it was as if Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su had become monsters like Zhao Qing.

Hengyuan pressed his palms to stop the noise, and looked at the two of them: "What else do you two have to say?"

Xuan Su raised his eyes, but asked instead, "Abbot Sejian and my Uncle Duanheng are here?"

As soon as this remark came out, someone yelled angrily: "Daoist Xuan Su thinks that we are not qualified to question you?"

Xuan Su said: "If you want to commit a crime, you should ask me later? Or invite the abbot to come and make a clear decision."

Heng Ming said, "Isn't what Fayuan said enough to convict?"

Ye Fusheng opened his mouth and said: "If one-sided words can be used as ironclad evidence, there will be many unjust, false and wrong cases in the Yamen."

Hengyuan looked at him: "Then, can Lord Ye prove his innocence now?"

"Self-proving innocence is not counted, but I have some doubts, I hope everyone can clarify." Ye Fusheng raised a finger, "First, these three masters are proficient in martial arts, can they help the two eminent monks? "

Fayuan hesitated for a moment, but Hengming replied: "These are all ordinary martial arts, not considered strong among monks."

"That's weird. Since martial arts are not enough to help the two eminent monks, why don't you just guard the big clock with Master Fayuan, and also send someone to a nearby tower to seek help?" Without waiting for Fayuan to refute, Ye Fusheng said again , "Second, how are the martial arts of these two eminent monks?"

Heng Ming said: "Although the two master uncles are old, their muscles and bones are still strong, their inner strength is strong, and their martial arts are superb. When they join forces, only Master Sekong can fight in a tie."

"Everyone can see clearly that the two eminent monks were both stabbed in the back and killed with one blow, and there were no other injuries on their bodies." Xuansu said coldly: "Poverty Dao is twenty-eight this year, and Fusheng is not enough to stand up. It doesn't look as old as one of the eminent monks, and can kill him in an instant?"

Heng Ming was stunned, and the others also reacted, with hesitation on their faces.

Hengyuan finally spoke again: "If it's a ghostly trick, it's impossible to guard against."

"There is a saying that 'it's easy to hide with a sharp gun but hard to defend against a hidden arrow', which is indeed true." Ye Fusheng smiled, "I'm not good at this matter, but I have discovered something."

Heng Yuan squinted his eyes, and saw Ye Fusheng walking in front of the crowd, and asked a neatly dressed woman, "Miss, can I borrow the silver hairpin on your head?"

The woman glanced at him, swallowed the refusal on the verge of her lips, pulled out a silver hairpin and handed it to him, saying: "The left and right hairpins can be used, but if you can't give evidence, I will It’s time to start.”

"It should be so." Ye Fusheng smiled, turned back to the two old monks, first lifted the hem of his clothes and landed on one knee, put his palms together in a salute, and then looked up: "It's not a last resort, I need to have some respect for the master's Dharma body." Disrespectful, please forgive me."

Fayuan's expression changed, and he was about to speak to stop her, but was secretly grabbed by Hengyuan.

He looked sideways at Hengyuan's face. The young monk's face remained calm, but there was a fierce look in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

As the words fell, Ye Fusheng had already inserted the silver hairpin into the dantian of an old monk. The hairpin was six inches long, and the old monk was thin. This time, he almost penetrated his body. When he pulled out the silver hairpin, he saw the original silver hairpin The body turned black.

He held the silver hairpin with a handkerchief, and his eyes were cold: "The poison enters the lungs and penetrates to the bone marrow, just like 'freezing three feet is not a day's work', such ghost tricks can be accomplished overnight? I waited until noon yesterday before entering Wuxiang Temple. Even if there are really bad intentions, how long and precise arrangements will it take to make the two eminent monks poisoned to the deepest without knowing it if they have planned in advance?"

Heng Ming murmured: "The two masters and uncles have profound skills, and ordinary poisons can't be helped. Once they enter the body, they will be suppressed and forced out by internal forces. They can only be drawn slowly. However, the water and food sent here are not sent by the Xiangji Kitchen, but by the Xiangji Kitchen. Prepared by a special person, there will be no problems..."

"What Master Hengming said is very true, so here comes the third question - the poison doesn't come from the water and food, and where does it come from?" Ye Fusheng turned his hand to pick up the remaining incense on the stove, and looked at everyone present, "Gu Yang a month ago There will be a battle at Chengduanshui Mountain Villa, and you heroes must have experienced it, so I wonder if you are familiar with it?"

There was a moment of silence all around, and someone shouted: "Burning Soul Palace, Bu Xueyao!"

As soon as these six words were uttered, it was like pouring boiling water into a boiling oil pan, and countless oil sprays "sizzled" and splashed on people's bodies, which could hurt from the skin to the bones, and no one spoke for a while.

Until Ye Fusheng broke the silence, he looked at Fayuan hiding behind Hengyuan: "This master, you said that you are the sweeping monk in this pagoda, so it should be your job to replace the incense table. Among them, and they are accumulating disasters, you really don’t know anything? Monks don’t tell lies, beware of tongue-pulling hell.”

Fayuan's face was pale: "I, I..."

Xuan Su opened his mouth at the right time, and told all the reasons why he came here and the thrilling experience he had just had, and also looked at him: "You said you saw the two of us enter the tower with your own eyes, but we all climbed the tower. , due to the poor lightness kung fu of Pindao, he stepped on a tile on the fourth floor and stuck his fingers into the fence to stabilize his body. If you don’t believe me, you can go and check. Then, what the master saw, could it be ghosts and gods?"

Suddenly, the situation was reversed, and everyone's eyes fell on Fa Yuan, threatening him to give an explanation. Heng Yuan also showed surprise, and said, "What is the truth? Tell me!"

Fayuan's back trembled, his feet went limp and he fell to the ground, his face was ashen-colored: "I..."

"Be careful!" Xuan Su shouted, and the Wuwei sword shot out, but it was still a step too late, only to see that the monk who was shaking like a sieve just now rolled on the spot, swept his legs, and Heng Yuan who was standing beside him He was tripped, and a short knife slipped from the other party's sleeve and landed on his throat!

The cowardice on Fayuan's face was replaced by the fierceness of a desperado, the blade tightened, and he held Heng Yuan back step by step: "Get out of the way, or I will kill him."

The blade cut through the flesh, and blood had already seeped out.Even though Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su believed that there was something wrong with Hengyuan, but there was no real proof, not to mention that under such circumstances, no one could just ignore death.

"I just said that I don't know martial arts. Now that I have shown this hand, it seems that the hidden stake cannot be installed, and I will stab the knife openly." The woman who had borrowed Ye Fusheng's silver hairpin before said coldly, the long sword in her hand was out of its sheath, The others also drew their weapons.

They are ready to fight, but none of them really dare to act rashly.

The death of a monk may be insignificant, but that monk cannot be Hengyuan. He is a disciple of the Western Buddha. Even if he is not proficient in civil and martial arts, he is of great importance.

Heng Yuan seemed to be stunned by this surprise, he subconsciously struggled, and in return he slapped his vest, and his lips turned red immediately.

Seeing this, Heng Ming was shocked: "Let go of Junior Brother Heng Yuan!"

After coughing up a mouthful of blood, Heng Yuan didn't say a word, and bumped against the blade.Everyone was horrified, but Fayuan reacted faster. The blade slammed down on his shoulder and opened a hole. He pointed at his acupoints and spat: "Smelly monk, it's not so easy to find death! Words can't make martial arts!" If not, my life is in my hands, and I will be the master!"

After finishing speaking, his ruthless gaze swept over everyone, especially Xuan Su and Ye Fusheng, who gouged out two knives: "Get out of the way, otherwise the disciples of West Buddha will be buried with me, no loss!"

Xuan Su frowned, he knew it was a show, but he couldn't act rashly, the hand holding the sword loosened and tightened for a while.

Regardless of whether Hengyuan deliberately restrained Fa Yuan to escape, or used it to wash away his suspicions, it had to be said that it was a good move.

Ye Fusheng watched Fayuan holding Hengyuan back step by step, and quickly exited the cell, and was about to reach the stairs.

At this moment, a streak of red silk circled around from behind Fayuan, tightly wrapped around his neck like a snake, and pulled him down, causing his body to lose balance and his hands to loosen.

The opportunity was not lost, Hengyuan broke free from Fayuan's grasp in embarrassment, rolled on the spot to avoid the area within his reach, Hengming had already rushed forward, and raised his fist to hit the opponent's head!

Heng Ming practiced the "Prajna Sutra" in Wuxiang Temple's martial arts classics. His fists and feet are so strong that there are few opponents even if you look at the Jianghu. This fist broke his head in anger, his face was bleeding, and he rolled down the ladder.

An embroidered boot stepped on the corpse, and Xue Chanyi suddenly appeared, her temples were disheveled and her forehead was sweaty. When she saw them, she shouted loudly: "Something happened to the Tibetan scripture building!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked, Heng Yuan's pupils constricted just after "escaping a catastrophe", Ye Fusheng could see clearly, this time his eyes were full of shock and anger, there was no falsehood.

Ye Fusheng squinted his eyes, and also learned from the comments of the people around him that there was water in the Sutra Library before. It was because a night-reading monk accidentally knocked over the candlestick and caused the fire. Fortunately, it was extinguished in time without causing a catastrophe, so Only these people can come in different ways.

Heng Yuan lost his voice and said, "Hasn't the fire in the scripture building been extinguished?"

Xue Chan's face was bloodless: "Just now the fire was extinguished, and I saw that the abbot personally brought people into the pavilion to move some scriptures. I didn't expect that not long after they entered, there was a sudden change in the scripture building. There was a loud roar, and the flames burst into flames. , the people who went in... none of them came out yet."

Heng Ming's face changed drastically, Heng Yuan staggered a few steps, his feet softened and he fell to his knees.

Everyone was frightened and angry. What Xue Chanyi said was clearly what happened when the gunpowder ignited, but how could there be such a thing in a Buddhist temple?

Looking at the corpse in the pagoda again, thinking about the lingering fragrance and strange poison, the words "Burning Soul Palace" are ready to come out, which makes people feel a chill in their hearts.

However, Xuan Su didn't listen to a single word of the chatter.

His mind was blank, only the words that Xue Chanyi just added in his ears——

"Daoist Duanheng is also inside."

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"About Black History..."

Chu Xiwei: Height and weight are a number, and it is a circle anyway.

Ye Fusheng: Young and frivolous, he loves middle school two, unruly and flirtatious.

Xie Wuyi: Ah Li was so happy when he was born, he hugged his son high and flew out so excited... Fortunately, Rong Cui picked it up quickly.

Xie Min: My mother said that a child's daily plan is in the morning, I thought it was early morning...so I lived a life of getting up earlier than chickens and going to bed later than dogs.

Xie Li: If you look at the upstairs, you will know that the reason why I am not growing taller is lack of sleep.

Ruan Feiyu: Back then, I was almost mad at the private school teacher, who was punished to stand in every class, a real example of negative teaching material.

Qin Hebai: My master put a stick of incense on the bottom when I was riding the horse. I couldn’t hold on and sat down without noticing...Scars are sometimes not men’s medals, but black history TAT

Qin Lanshang: I still remember that when I set out for the first battle, I shot back my carbine and gave the person I was fighting a thousand-year kill... I really didn't do it on purpose, I was too short to help.

Lu Mingyuan: The teacher said that only by learning from Wang Xizhi can you practice good calligraphy. I am a fool and have eaten steamed buns dipped in ink for ten months...

King Gu: I was very excited when I received the first confession in my life. I asked that guy what he liked about me.I thought about it, and gave him a manly response - until he cried.

Duanqing: ...

Ye Fusheng: Mistress, why don't you speak?

Duan Ya: I broke the news!When the second junior brother was thirteen or fourteen years old, he was very handsome. Once, the new junior brother rushed up and gave him flowers, saying, "Senior sister, I like you all the time"... The expression on the second junior brother's face is still unforgettable to this day.

Ye Fusheng: I'm even more curious about the fate of the flower delivery...

Duan Heng: ...This is my dark history.