Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"Dead people—come soon—Senior Brother Liu and Junior Sister Chen died on the Thirteen Peaks, without a trace—"

With a shout, there were discussions outside the door.

Ming Sinian hastily pushed open the door, his face pale as paper: "Master, Junior Brother, something happened to Lingxue Palace!"

"Dead?"

"...Yes, I heard that two disciples, a man and a woman, died in the Thirteen Peaks without a trace, in a miserable condition."

Only the last four words are enough to make people frightened. The tragedy in Yangzhou City half a month ago was like this. Now that such a disaster happened within three or two days after they arrived in Lingxue Palace, it is hard not to make people suspicious.

The two apprentices have their own concerns, but Feng Changhuan himself does not take it seriously: "They all say that being a thief has a guilty conscience, why are you panicking?"

The matter has come to this point, it is a fact that someone framed Feng Changhuan, but he is in the light and the other party is in the dark, it is really hard to explain.

"Master, don't move around here, I'll go out to see the situation."

Seeing Yu Fuchen going out, Ming Sinian followed, and Feng Changhuan waved at them when he turned his head. This behavior made him uneasy. After chasing after a long distance, he pulled Yu Fuchen to stop, and asked out of breath: "You were with Master last night, right?"

"Yes, so I know it wasn't him."

"But have you ever thought about why Shizun was framed? Even if he hid in Lingxue Palace, the other party was still chasing after him. They simply wanted Shizun to be cut off from the final retreat!"

Yu Fuchen pondered for a long time before saying: "Compared with this, I am more concerned about why Master will be found wherever he goes."

"...Are you suspicious of Buyinlou?"

"Shouldn't you suspect him?"

If this is really what he did, can he really trust someone who has the heart to attack his fellow disciples?

Ming Sinian stopped talking, and went with Yu Fuchen to the Thirteen Peaks where the incident happened. The surroundings were surrounded by disciples of Lingxue Palace. I learned the clues.

"I've heard that Senior Brother Liu and Junior Sister Chen are having an affair, but I never imagined that they would do such a thing in private. It is enough to shame Ling Xuegong!"

"Is that so? I feel that Junior Sister Chen is a kind person, and she doesn't seem like someone who would have an affair with others. Maybe she was forced by Senior Brother Liu. Both of them are apprentices of the Master Master, and Senior Brother Liu is in charge of it." Cheats, Junior Sister Chen is famously eager to learn..."

"Hey... how is it different from those pranksters in the market if you sell yourself for the secret book?"

"Your words are too harsh..."

Yu Fuchen and Ming Sinian looked at each other and understood.

The two people who were murdered were both disciples of the master Bu Nian'an, which is a rare thing, could it be...

"Don't hang around here anymore! No one is allowed to discuss this matter after returning, and anyone who breaks the law will be severely punished——"

The person who shouted loudly with the technique of amplifying the voice is Bu Yinlou.

Seeing him riding his sword on a high place to evacuate and observe his disciples, the disciples of Lingxue Palace thought that they were very respectful to this young palace master, and they all retreated from the hilltop without shouting a second time, leaving only Yu Fuchen and Ming Si Nianli behind. In the same place, neither advance nor retreat.

Logically speaking, as an outsider, Lingxue Palace should avoid such disasters.But the matter is very strange, similar to the 36 Pei disciples who died tragically in Yangzhou City, if the real culprit is not found out as soon as possible, I am afraid that Feng Changhuan will still be charged with the crime this time.

Buyinlou has blocked the news as early as possible, the fear is that someone will suspect the master and apprentice, and seeing the two of them come uninvited, they will be upset.

"It's no different from the Zuiyue Tower tragedy. The cold blade pierced through the body, and the body was mutilated and incomplete. It's hard to identify the face. The two people who died were both outstanding disciples in the sect."

Bu Yinlou felt very sorry, and he didn't want to make this matter known to everyone. It has developed to this point, and he doesn't even know how to explain it to his father who is in retreat.

Bai Zhezhou was heartbroken: "Yesterday, I saw the two of them talking and laughing, how could I know that such a disaster happened today... I am incompetent and cannot protect them."

"Don't be too sad. There are thousands of people in Lingxue Palace. Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you can't monitor everyone's actions. We don't want a tragedy to happen. Trying to give them justice is to comfort the soul in heaven."

After comforting the hard-hit Bai Zhezhou, Bu Yinlou deliberately avoided Ming Sinian, brought Yu Fuchen to the scene, and lifted a corner of the white cloth covering the two corpses, revealing a blurry pool of flesh and blood underneath.

A stench of fishy smell came over his face, Yu Fuchen covered his mouth and nose, leaned over to check the details.

"Is it the same in 36 Pei that day?"

"No, anyway, the heads of the three victims are still there, and their faces can be distinguished, but these two are..."

Bu Yinlou didn't dislike the disgusting filth, and pulled out a tassel from the plasma of the corpse with his bare hands, and explained with pain:

"Lingxue Palace has always had a rule that the first disciples will tie the sword tassels for the new juniors. They are descendants of several generations, and there are several knots on the sword tassels. A few days ago, Junior Sister Chen accidentally broke them when she was practicing. Suizi, Zhezhou tied a new one for her, just now... he recognized that it was a new pattern he had made not long ago, and guessed that the deceased might be Junior Sister Chen."

Looking at the bloodstains left on the ground around him, Yu Fuchen let out a long sigh and said silently: "Reborn in bliss."

Then he said to Bu Yinlou: "The other..."

"Last night, some disciples saw Senior Brother Liu going to the Thirteen Peaks. He greeted him on the way, but there was no response. Senior Brother Liu is usually a kind person, but his behavior was a little abnormal. After learning about this, I sent someone to look for him. It is not allowed to go down, so it is concluded that the dead are the two of them."

Yu Fuchen covered the white cloth back to its original place, and found that the case was full of doubts.

"Master Bu, you said that the common point between today's tragedy and the Yangzhou City case is that the murderer wounded people with a cold blade. I was not at the scene at the time, so I don't know the details, so I don't want to jump to conclusions, but if the same person did it, it should be done." It’s watertight, why did he take the victim’s head this time?”

"Could it be...he didn't want others to discover the true identity of the victim?"

"The scene of the crime was chaotic, the body was unrecognizable, and the clothes were torn, but the sword spike was intact, making it easy for people to guess the identity of the deceased. I'm afraid someone deliberately led you astray. Besides, they last appeared last night, It is impossible for a corpse to decompose to the point where it stinks overnight."

"According to what you said, these two corpses have been dead for a while. In addition, Senior Brother Liu witnessed by the disciples last night may also be disguised. Maybe they are still alive?"

"It is possible that this is true, but it is really disturbing to have two extra corpses for no reason. You should investigate whether there are missing disciples in the sect. Since you have the ability to disguise them, you must be someone who knows them well. , but also to ask other disciples if there is any difference between the two of them recently. After the 36th century, there is Lingxue Palace again, and I am worried that the purpose of the master behind the scenes is not just to blame the master."

As the case became clearer, Bu Yinlou's expression softened a little. He wanted to pat Yu Fuchen on the shoulder, but seeing his hands were bloodstained, he gave up and gave a forced and bitter smile.

"Don't worry, Zhezhou and I believe that you are innocent, but there is a reason for the incident. No matter who died, Lingxue Palace must give an explanation. Before the results are found out, please don't make any publicity about this matter. Regarding the details, let me tell you." The less the teacher knows, the better for us. Besides, I still have to ask again."

He looked deeply at Yu Fuchen.

"Do you really think the current Buddhist sect is trustworthy?"

The latter remained silent and did not answer, unable to face the reality, he had no choice but to escape.

It was already night when the mess was cleared up, but Feng Changhuan was nowhere to be seen when he returned to the residence. Yu Fuchen was so anxious that he was afraid that something might go wrong, so he and Ming Sinian split up to find someone, and finally found the person on the plum tree in the back mountain .

There was rime hanging on the branches, and he was barefoot as always, with the hem of his clothes sandwiched between his legs, revealing his slender jade-colored toes, and he didn't feel cold in the cold wind.

He held Heizi in his arms, half-opened and half-closed his eyes as if he was asleep, the breeze blew, and the flowers fell sparsely, and the hair that fell on his forehead was also fluttering.

He hooked the hookah stick between his fingers, and the flame gradually extinguished, leaving only a wisp of residual smoke rising slowly.

"Master."

Yu Fuchen called softly, not wanting to disturb his slumber, and also not wanting to ruin this beautiful scenery.

"Aren't you angry for leaving you alone?"

Feng Changhuan was drowsy. Hearing his voice, he cheered up immediately, and put his fingertips in front of Heizi's three-petal mouth: "I don't get angry so easily, I'm just unhappy, it's a small matter."

Sure enough, he still lost his temper.

When he went out earlier, Yu Fuchen was hesitant to leave his master alone. It would be too conspicuous to take him around, and it would be difficult not to be suspected, but it would not be safe to keep him...

After hesitating, he still chose the former, thinking that he was thinking about the overall situation, but calm down and think about it, everything in the world is not as important as that person.

Apologizing, Yu Fuchen stepped forward, bowed his head and knelt under the man.

"It's my apprentice who made a mistake, please punish me with dignity."

"It's a small matter, don't worry too much."

Feng Changhuan stretched out his legs and swayed in front of him, Yu Fuchen raised his eyes, the man was opening his arms, waiting for him to lift him from a height.

Just at that moment, a gust of wind blew up, and amidst the chaos, he grabbed one ankle, and then felt his shoulders sink, and another person was clinging to his arms.

"Stop it, stop it, Master won't be angry, just stay with me more~"

Pouting his lips and acting like a baby... Who can tell that this old ghost with red eyes has become a teacher? !

"Master... this is not good."

"Very well, there will only be the two of us in the future, and we won't be accused if we go too far."

At this moment, Yu Fuchen was blank, only thinking of making a fuss, but he didn't understand what the two people were referring to in his words.

Half a month after that, there was no further incident in Lingxue Palace. The sensational tragedy was like a big dream. According to the order of the young palace master, no one mentioned it again, and no one dared to say who the real culprit was.

Everything was business as usual, as if Wan Tao was approaching a false calm.

The author has something to say: Thank you all for reading the text.