That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

The open door was blown open by the wind, extinguishing the candle in Wu Nian's hand.

The monk lighted the candles again unhurriedly, paced to close the door, turned around and looked at Si Huai, and couldn't help but sighed softly.

He didn't answer Si Huai's question, but asked instead: "The benefactor is wondering why a monk like me wants to get involved?"

"And no matter why the master happened to appear there, but you didn't even say a few words of refutation for yourself, and you took the initiative to follow Mikihara. If it is to prove your innocence, then the master must bring a The disciples of the Sheng family should testify on the sidelines, instead of holding a candle to check at night."

Si Huai separated the candle flames in front of the two of them, and took a step forward. The two faces were two inches away, and he could clearly see himself reflected in Wu Nian's eyes.

His body has the scent of sandalwood dyed by burning incense and worshiping the Buddha all the year round, and he is very peaceful and comfortable.

I don't know if it's because of the fire, but Si Huai suddenly felt a little hot all over his body, his eyes brushed past Wu Nian's lips, and he hastily moved away.

Almost instantly, a tinge of blue appeared in Si Huai's eyes and then quickly disappeared, as if the panic had never appeared on his face.

When he spoke again, he deliberately lowered his voice a lot, and said in a deep voice, "Master came here for another reason."

Although these words were an inquiry, Si Huai's tone was positive.

Wu Nian sighed softly, and turned his back, his voice tinged with imperceptible pain.

"The donor may wish to listen to the monk tell an old story first."

Wu Nian and Chen Yi were originally monks in a small monastery, there were six people in that monastery, the little monk Chen was the youngest, and he was the closest to his uncle, so he often went out with Wu Nian for alms.

One winter day three years ago, Wu Nian took the little monk down the mountain to buy winter supplies, and it happened to coincide with the temple fair, so I went back a bit late.

The sky had already darkened, there were no stars and moons, and the way up the mountain could be barely seen through the snow.

Usually, when they walked halfway up the mountain road, they would bump into another disciple who came down to pick them up, but that day they didn't see each other when they reached the top.

The wooden door of the small monastery was half open, half of the snow in front of the door had been swept away, and the half-short broom was casually left aside. The air smelled of cold snow, with a vague smell of blood.

Both of them were startled, and quickly put down the things in their hands and went inside to check. The furnishings in the courtyard were the same as when they went down the mountain earlier, and there were a few bloodstains dripping from the ground, extending into the Buddhist hall.

Half of the arm of the gilded Buddha statue was cut off, and it rolled down at the Buddha's bare feet. Half of his body hung down from the lotus platform, dripping with blood.

That was Wu Nian's elder brother, the abbot monk of this small monastery.

The other three corpses lay horizontally behind the veil, their bodies were covered with large and small wounds, each of which was as deep as the bone, draining the blood from their bodies.

Several monks' houses in the temple were turned into a mess, even the bed boards were turned over, as if they were digging three feet to find something.

But what are you looking for?

This dilapidated little monastery is only worth a few taels of silver for the gold-plated Buddha statue. What could cause such a catastrophe?

"Chenyi and I didn't want to guard the empty ruined monastery. After burying them, we started wandering. Firstly, we came to catch ghosts and demons, and secondly, we also came to find the murderer."

The voice of Wu Nian was a little trembling, and his thin gray monk clothes set off his thin figure.

He didn't know if he would kill for revenge, but he had to know why his four fellow disciples died.

Si Huai looked at Wu Nian without saying a word, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Back then, he slaughtered all the people in the temple, and then set fire to the temple. I don't know what the man was thinking when he looked at the devastation when he came to look for him with a Zen stick.

Wu Nian turned around and stretched out his left hand, which he held tightly. The incense wood rosary was wrapped around his wrist twice, and the slender knuckles slowly unfolded, revealing what he had been clutching in his palm.

The thing was less than half the size of a palm, and it looked like a cross flower with four petals from the horizontal view, but when you looked closely, you found that the edges of each petal were extremely thin and sharp, and the tip of the petals looked like the peak of a sharp blade.

Si Huai carefully picked it up and looked it over in front of his eyes. The cross-shaped dart was made exquisitely and compactly, and it was most suitable as a concealed weapon. If there were some vegetation around it, it would be difficult to detect it without going in.

He suddenly remembered that when the two bodies were found in the morning, they were leaning against the base of the wall. A tree happened to be planted inside that wall, and a pile of leaves fell outside the courtyard wall. thing.

"This is the murder weapon to kill him." Si Huai held the cross flower dart in front of him, and glanced at the corpse with scars on his neck.

Wu Nian nodded, "This thing fell in a corner and I picked it up."

"Then why not give it to Ms. Sheng? She is the young lord of the Sheng family, and she knows a lot about the immortal sect. She might know where this thing came from."

"She might not know." Wu Nian shook his head and sighed helplessly, "I've been looking for the source of this thing for three years, and I've asked many monks of the immortal sect, but no one has ever seen it."

"What do you mean this cross flower dart is related to the massacre in the monastery three years ago?"

"Chen Yi also had a senior brother who was three years older than him. He was at his age when he died. He was stabbed to death with a sword through his throat. The hole was bleeding all the time. The blood didn't dry up when the corpse was collected. My senior brother died. It was the worst, not to mention piercing through the abdomen, half of the body..."

The voice of Wu Nian choked up for a while, and the bloody scene three years ago flashed before my eyes before I finished the sentence with difficulty, "Half of his body is hanging on the lotus platform of the Buddha, and in the blurred flesh and blood, there is such a flower belt buried. Bloody crucifix."

He put the candlestick on the table at hand, took out a tightly wrapped small cloth bag from his clothes, and opened it carefully, revealing the four-petal sharp blade inside bit by bit.

The "flower" that has been around for many years is much darker than the one that Si Huai held in his hand, the edges of the corners are mottled with rust, and the "stamen" in the middle seems to be unable to be wiped off. of blood.

"This matter is my own selfishness. The cross flower dart is the only clue. If I hand it over to Miss Sheng, how can I find out what happened three years ago?"

Something flashed in Wu Nian's eyes, he hesitated to speak, and finally just retrieved the flower dart from Si Huai's hand, put the old one together, and put it back next to him.

There are hundreds of families of immortals, and the Sheng family has no reason to help a monk investigate his grievances. Even if they investigate, there is no guarantee that the murderer will be brought to him.

The candle made a "crackling" sound, and I recited "Amitabha", left the candlestick behind, turned around and was about to leave.

Si Huai remained silent for a while, then suddenly came behind Wu Nian, grabbed his hand that was stretched out to pull the door latch, and before he could react, he pulled up his sleeve.

A monk practicing Qingxiu urinating to practice his physique, Wu Nian's figure is tall and strong, and the flesh on his arms is also strong. With the fading light of the fire, he can faintly see a few blue and purple scars imprinted on it.

"Does it hurt?" Si Huai asked lightly with his outstretched fingertips.

"Yeah..." I didn't understand why, so I pulled my hand a little awkwardly, Si Huai's grip was not strong, and it was easy to get out.

"Is that kid Chen Yi talking too much? He's used to being under the quilt, so he can't be wronged, so let the benefactor just listen to it."

"I'll help you." Si Huai looked into his eyes, lightly pressed his lips together, and these three words floated out.

I didn't know if I didn't hear clearly, so I raised my voice a little bit and asked, "What?"

"Buddhism is extremely important among the hundreds of immortal sects. They may not necessarily help you, let alone stand on the side of justice. I am just a casual cultivator and do not belong to any family. I will help you."

The last three words fell almost word by word, and with a very light sigh, the last gleam of light went out.

In the early morning, before dawn, Si Huai waited at the gate of Mikihara. The disciples who got to the school grounds early expressed their admiration after seeing him, and cheered up the spirit of practice.

When Chaoyang jumped out of the horizon, Monk Wu Nian came out together with Sheng Lanchu. When he saw Si Huai who had been waiting for a long time, he showed a look of surprise on his face. He hurried over after saying something to Sheng Lanchu.

Si Huai frowned, before he said: "I didn't expect that I would really come."

Wu Nian nodded with a smirk, looked back at the disciples of the Sheng family who were practicing, and waved at Sheng Lanchu while following Si Huai out.

"I told Ms. Sheng that I might be able to find some connections in the errand shop, and she allowed me to look it up."

Si Huai turned his head to look at the people walking beside him, and suddenly he felt a little better. I don't know when it started, but when I was talking to him, I was no longer a "poor monk".

"Miss Sheng didn't let anyone follow you. I'm not from the Sheng family, so she doesn't always trust me."

There are only two parallel wooden bridges out of Sankiyuan, and the bottom is full of water. If there are Sheng family disciples following in the dark, they can only hang under the wooden bridges.

Si Huai lowered his head and looked at the soles of his feet. There was not even a single gap in the wooden bridge. It was obviously unlikely that he would hang someone underground.

Wu Nian knew what he was thinking, laughed uncontrollably, and said, "I pressed Chen Yi there."

"..." Si Huai guessed that the little monk Chen who was used as collateral didn't know about it.

The place where the accident happened was in the west of the city. The two discussed it and decided to ask questions from the west of the city first.

There were already pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a few disciples wearing Sheng family uniforms walked through the crowd.

There are several stations in Fengmian City, one is to make it easier for the people to find someone who can help when something happens, and the other is to use eyeliner to keep an eye on every move in the city.

This is the reason why Sheng Lanchu let me read it easily. There are countless Zhanliao in the city. As long as the monk steps out of the city gate in an unruly manner, he can be immediately arrested and taken back to Mikihara.

The breakfast stall on the roadside opened a new drawer of steamed buns, and the white smoke engulfed half of the old woman's body, turning into an aroma and spreading around.

Si Huai walked over and turned back, took out two pieces of broken silver from the purse and handed it over, smiled and stretched out two fingers to make a sign for "ten", and said: "Ten meat buns."

"My lord, you have given me too much silver, so why don't you give this master a few more plain buns?" The old lady smiled kindly as she weighed the broken silver in her hand.

He glanced back at Wu Nian who was silent, and shook his finger, "He has eaten, only ten meat buns."

"But the son gave too much money..." the old woman was a little embarrassed.

"Send a few to the children over there." Si Huai pointed to a few little beggars who were huddled by the wall not far away.

"Alas!" The old lady responded, wrapped ten meat buns in oiled paper and handed them to Si Huai, watched them go away, and then wrapped a few more for those ragged children.

"Amitabha, the benefactor has a kind heart." Wu Nian walked a long way, looked back at the hungry children, and took out a hot bun from the oiled paper bag in his arms.

The old lady puts enough fillings, and her mouth is full of oil when she bites down.

There was a smile on the corner of Si Huai's mouth, and he jokingly said: "The monks don't eat meat, I didn't expect the master to be a meat monk."

"It's enough to have a Buddha in your heart, why bother yourself with your mouth." Wu Nian said a little vaguely with something stuffed in his mouth, "Speaking of which, you saw us when we left that day?"

Not only did I see it, but I watched it very carefully from beginning to end.

Si Huai didn't say this, stopped in his tracks, and motioned for Wu Nian to look at the shop in front of him.

Several white silks were hung outside the shop, and five words were simply written in white paint on the plaque: Bai Family Coffin Shop.

The author has something to say: Si Huai: rounding up is holding hands hahahahahahaha! !