Rebirth for the good

"I was afraid that Benefactor Lu would leave Shaolin alone, so I made this decision as a last resort... Facts have proved that Benefactor Lu, you did not keep your promise, and you really have this idea."

Lu Shangming was very angry and funny, and finally couldn't help laughing, and said: "So you didn't go to find Fang Neng, you hid outside the house and peeked."

Daohui nodded.

Lu Shangming said: "Fortunately, I'm fine, otherwise I would have jumped out of the coffin because of your anger."

Daohui couldn't help but asked: "By the way, why is Benefactor Lu safe and sound? Could it be that the immortal is letting him go?"

Lu Shangming frowned and thought for a while, thinking that he didn't see any immortals at all in a daze just now, and it should be because he should not die, "But isn't Nangong Yu obviously dead?" I expressed my doubts in my heart.

Daohui suddenly called out: "Benefactor Lu, do you still remember what the old lady said when we were trapped in the cave that day?"

Lu Shangming was too thoughtful, he couldn't remember what happened at that time so clearly, so he shook his head, but Daohui was just the opposite. He didn't think about many chores, so he could remember everyone's words clearly. Hearing him speak slowly: "What the old lady said is: 'Nangong Yu is not Nangong Yu.'"

He said these words plainly, but Lu Shangming could not help shouting, "You mean, the person who died that day was the fake Nangong Yu?" He hadn't thought about it when he first heard the old lady's words. Meaning, when he heard it again at this moment, he immediately reacted.

Before Dao Hui could answer, Lu Shangming laughed to himself and said, "It must be so, otherwise how could I stand here alive."

The day before yesterday he did not explain the matter of the immortal to himself, and Dao Hui was still confused at the moment, and asked, "Could it be that what the immortal ordered you to find the whereabouts of Nangong Yu?"

Lu Shangming secretly scolded himself for being proud for a while, and forgot to hide it from Daohui. Seeing that he couldn't hide it at this time, he paused, and could only tell the truth: "You guessed right, but if you don't hide Nangong Yu that day Kill, I can't survive now."

Daohui smiled and said, "That's good. I said earlier that the Buddha would definitely protect Donor Lu."

Seeing that he did not blame himself, Lu Shangming breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly frowned again, thinking: "Since I am not dead today, in other words, I have found the real Nangong Yu, or Nangong Yu is here nearby."

He couldn't help thinking that Dao Hui was Nangong Yu again, as the saying goes, "If you step through the iron shoes, you can't find a place to find". When he thought of being able to advance and retreat together with Dao Hui, he was overjoyed.

It's just that this matter still needs to be verified by one person.

"Let's go." Lu Shangming took a step forward.

Daohui hurriedly followed, "It's past midnight, where are you going?"

"Go find Fang Neng!"

misunderstanding

"Who is it!" The two monks guarding in front of the Discipline Academy suddenly saw two figures rushing forward one after the other. Although they couldn't see the appearance of the person coming, they should not be kind, otherwise they wouldn't Visit late at night.

The monk held the stick in his hand, and suddenly threw it forward, as fast and powerful as a dragon coming out of a hole, who knew that the stick seemed to be smashed into a quagmire, as if it was firmly restrained by a powerful force, and he couldn't move forward or retreat.

But they didn't see the person in front of them make a move at all, they only saw that he had come to the side in an instant as if he had entered the land of no one, and he was about to go to the inner hall.

"Who are you, how dare you break into Shaolin at night!" The monk was furious and shouted loudly.

"Senior brother, it's me, Daohui," Daohui hastily made a Buddhist salute, "We have important matters to discuss with Master."

One of the monks said angrily: "Daohui, why are you so unruly, is there anything you can't say tomorrow morning?"

Daohui still wanted to explain, but saw that Lu Shangming had rushed in without looking back, and without further words, he dodged around the two senior brothers and quickly chased after them.

"Brother, what should I do?" a monk asked.

Another person said: "That man's martial arts is very strong, there must be something strange about it, I'll stay here for now, you go and report this matter to the abbot."

"Okay." The man hurriedly ran into the night.

The Discipline Academy is divided into two parts, the front hall and the back hall. Fang Neng would rest in the room in the back hall at night. Lu Shangming and Dao Hui walked through the front porch and arrived at Fang Neng's room after a while.

The furnishings in the room are simple and spacious, the two of them saw Fang Neng sitting upright on the bed at a glance, he should be still sitting in meditation, Daohui walked and called Master, but Fang Neng seemed to be asleep , without any response.

Lu Shangming stepped forward and urged, "Fang Neng, don't sleep, I have something to ask you."

But Fang Neng remained motionless, not listening to his words at all.

Lu Shangming was anxious for a moment, and couldn't help reaching out his hand to shake him awake. Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand was on Fang Neng's shoulder, Fang Neng suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a big mouthful of dirty blood.

"Master, what's the matter with you, Master?" Dao Hui turned pale with shock, seeing the blood stains on the cassock, his whole head went blank.

Fang Neng seems to have heard the call, his eyes are slightly half-opened, and he doesn't know what to say in his mouth.

"What do you want to say?" Lu Shangming put his ear close and asked, "Who did it?"

Fang Neng must have supported it for a long time, but at this moment, his spirit was like a spring, and he had reached his limit, "Nan... Nan..."

Lu Shangming was clever, so he immediately reacted and said, "Nangong Yu?" Seeing Fang Neng, he nodded his head with difficulty, and hurriedly asked, "Who is Nangong Yu?"

Fang Neng spat out blood from his mouth again with a "wow". He wanted to speak, but he could only make a "babbling" sound, tears streaming down his eyes involuntarily.

"Disciple go to Master Qinghe, he will definitely heal you, Master!" Daohui said and was about to leave, but his hands tightened, it turned out that Master was holding him back.

This must have exhausted the last bit of strength, and his other hand could only be slightly raised, as if pointing at himself.

Lu Shangming said: "Do you have something to give us?" He couldn't help thinking that it must be related to Nangong Yu's real identity.

Fang Neng's bloodshot eyes suddenly opened to the size of copper bells, and the facial features on his face were twisted into a ball due to the pain. He still tightly grasped the clothes on his body, squeezed them into a fist, and twisted them a few times vigorously. Next, finally exhaled, and there was no more movement.

Daohui knew that Master had passed away, and felt sour in his heart. Thinking back to the past 20 years of facing Master day and night, like a father-son friendship, he could not help but grieve, and could not help but bow his head and cry.

Although Lu Shangming and Fang Neng had known each other not long ago, he still respected him as a hero. Seeing him being murdered at this moment, he felt grief and indignation, but he couldn't lose his temper at this moment. Fang Neng's behavior at the end of his life made him want to investigate understand.

"What are you going to give us?" Lu Shangming forcefully opened Fang Neng's fist, but he couldn't find anything. He suddenly recalled that Fang Neng once pointed at him, and quickly searched him all over again. , Still no results, I couldn't help but lose my mind for a while.

Dao Hui kowtowed several times on the ground, and swore in his mouth: "Master, don't worry, this disciple will definitely find the murderer, kill the enemy with his own hands, and avenge you, Master!"

Seeing his desolate appearance, Lu Shangming couldn't help but think of his father's death, he was devastated but had no one to comfort him, and eventually he practiced martial arts, which planted the root of the disaster in his body.He didn't want to see Daohui repeat the same mistakes, so he hurried over to help him up, and comforted him: "You are right, it is useless to be sad. If you can find the murderer for your master, that is the best reward for him."

Dao Hui nodded, sat down beside Fang Neng's body, smoothed the wrinkled monk robe for him, and said in a low voice, "This cassock is Master's treasure. Some of our disciples wanted to see him in the past. I kept it hidden, but I didn’t expect Master to wear it backwards today.” He remembered that after Master was attacked, he already knew that his death was approaching, and he struggled to survive until now. .

Lu Shangming was awakened by his words, and couldn't help thinking: "Could it be that there is something weird about this cassock?" He quickly turned the cassock over and saw that there seemed to be a few small characters written on it.

His heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly took the whole cassock in his hands, only to see that there was actually a map drawn on the cassock, and there were four slightly larger characters embroidered on the place he was holding, "Chen Qiao Treasure." There were a few lines on the side Small characters, "In the first year of Xiande, Emperor Gong of Zhou..."

Before Lu Shangming could read it carefully, he suddenly heard a loud noise outside the house. It must be the monks from the temple. He folded the cassock in twos and put it in his arms. After walking a few steps with Daohui, he saw a group of monks pouring into the doorway. All of them were holding sticks, obviously they regarded the two of them as thieves who made trouble in the middle of the night.

"You two broke into the Discipline Academy at night, what's your plan!" It was Master Fang Ci, the head of Luohan Hall, who spoke.

A sharp-eyed monk suddenly shouted: "Master, look, Fang Neng Shishu..."

Hearing what he said, Fang Ci looked on the bed, saw Fang Neng lying there covered in blood, couldn't help rushing over quickly, poked his nose, only to realize that Fang Neng had passed away, and couldn't help crying: "Amitabha, I can't imagine that our brothers and sisters haven't seen each other for a few days, and now it's an eternity between heaven and man."

All the disciples behind him cried bitterly when they heard the news of Fang Neng's death.

"Daohui, tell me the truth!" The monk guarding the door pointed at Lu Shangming and shouted loudly, "Did this villain kill Master?"

Everyone had already lost their minds, but when they heard this, they looked at Lu Shangming one after another, seeing that his clothes were still stained with blood, they all became suspicious.

"This man's martial arts are weird. He almost injured the two of us just now. He must have killed Master!" the monk guarding the gate let out