The villain's guide to throwing blame

Feng Ling's voice fell, and the surroundings fell into silence for an instant.

Hearing such shocking news suddenly, everyone in the room showed completely different reactions.

Ban Song, who was the first to find out the identities of the two, was obviously very calm, but secretly poked Ban He, who was holding the teacup in a daze, to wake him up from the huge shock, while the side of him had a sense of infinite existence in recent days. The shrunken Yuejing uncharacteristically didn't yell at this time, and secretly glanced at her senior brother several times from the corner of her eye.

After Fengling told the big secret, he leisurely tasted the tea at Yuechen's place, as if he no longer had any thoughts on this matter, and by the way, his eyes fell lightly on the man who was sitting quietly. on Moondust.

The reaction of the Shaolin brothers was a bit strange, Feng Ling thought casually.

After Yuechen heard Sanskrit's name, he didn't make any major movements or changes in expression. On the contrary, he lowered his eyes instantly, not as if he was trying to hide anything, but as if——

Feng Ling's gaze also slid down along with it, and landed on his hand.

It seemed that he remembered something, or that there was something related to what he said.

A string of simple and smooth rosary beads lay quietly in Yuechen's palm, and he gently pinched it with his fingertips, not rolling slowly like in the past, but being carefully scrutinized.

After a long time, Yue Chen sighed, raised his head, looked at Feng Ling who seemed to be unaware, and said slowly: "This string of rosary beads was given to me by the abbot. It is said that it was left by a senior. He has laid down the cause and effect of Buddhism that he has studied in detail all his life."

Hearing this, Feng Ling raised his eyebrows, and looked at Yue Chen with a little surprise, "Is this the magic weapon of the Buddha's Sanskrit?"

As soon as the words came out, he saw the monk pursed his lips, looked a little serious, but nodded slightly.

In an instant, Feng Ling's eyes became deep and complicated, and the eyes that fell on the rosary beads were a little reverent, but also a little unspeakably puzzled and lost.

Sanskrit, the son of the Buddha, is the only saint who can be called the son of the Buddha in Buddhist practice for thousands of years, not only because of his advanced cultivation, but also because of his innate Buddha bone.

Possessing such a rare talent in the world can almost be regarded as an inevitable destiny.

But it happened that this saint, who was destined to become a Buddha, fell away when he was on the line of ascension.

Everyone knows that Venerable Sanskrit, in order to prevent the catastrophe of heaven and earth, sacrificed his life alone in an array, in exchange for the future life in this world. With such merits and virtues, Sanskrit might have already achieved the Buddha body and ascended immediately.

But amid all the admiration and admiration, there are some people who don't believe this statement.

One of them was Sword Demon Ling Jinglan.

Feng Ling's thoughts were messy, and he stared straight at the string of rosary beads, feeling somewhat disappointed.Such a sage with amazing talents, the artifacts left behind are naturally incomparably precious, Yue Chen's talent, in the eyes of the elders of Shaolin Temple, is it so high?

The moon dust that was destined to carry the expectations of the whole sect, naturally couldn't tolerate Chen's heart.

Feng Ling withdrew his gaze, and took a sip of tea quietly. The light and warm tea soup slid down his throat, but it seemed to roll into his stomach with the cold air from Yuechen's body, and there was something falling in it. The tip of my heart fell.

Following the clues given by Fengling, Yuechen also confessed everything he knew, but he didn't see the young master's reaction. He looked at Fengling drinking tea quietly, and felt a little anxious for some reason up.

"Young master, Ling Jian... Are Sword Demon and Dharma Master Sanskrit actually close friends?" Banhe, who held back for a long time but couldn't understand the weird atmosphere between the two, couldn't help but ask, breaking some kind of secret growth. estrangement.

Brought back by the book boy's question, Fengling paused with the teacup in his hand, and when he turned his head, he saw Yuechen's concentrated expression, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously. Seeing this, Yuechen couldn't help but relax With a serious look on his face, the atmosphere instantly warmed up.

Ban Song, who has been afraid to show off the atmosphere, silently watched the dark tide between the two: "..."

Banhe, who is so blind, actually has this ability.

Here, Feng Ling returned to normal with great difficulty. He withdrew his wanton and unrestrained thoughts just now, lazily holding one side of his face, and picked up the small cup on the table to fiddle with.

"Since the two were so close when they were alive, and the compassionate heart of Venerable Fanyin has been passed down for hundreds of years, but Ling Jinglan has to be infamous, it means that the words about Ling Jinglan in the past hundred years are a bit weird." In the casual words, Feng Ling told everyone what he knew, and analyzed the possibility of forks.

"One," he picked up a small cup and gently placed it in the center of the coffee table, "it was the two who turned against each other later, but I didn't see it in the incomplete memory I saw."

"Second, that is, I am afraid that not all the truth is being circulated about what happened back then." Another small lamp, pulling everyone's attention, landed next to the first cup, and was touched by Feng Ling's fingertips. Lightly tapped.

In the eyes of everyone, Feng Ling sat up, picked up the teapot at the side, poured himself another cup of tea, and slowly filled a cup for Yue Chen.

"However, I personally prefer the second possibility." Young Master Feng sipped his tea with a smile, and said this seemingly casually.

Before the others could react and ask him back, Yuechen paused, nodded, and agreed: "The poor monk thinks so."

Seeing that the monk had reached a consensus with himself, Young Master Feng exchanged meaningful glances with the calm and composed Yuechen, and then moved away in an instant. Feng Ling smiled even more happily, but Master Yuechen seemed to remain unchanged.

It just seemed so, Feng Ling glanced at the rosary tightly clutched in his hand without any trace, and thought with some pleasure.

The sword demon Ling Jinglan is not actually a demon cultivator, but he is the most pure and self-disciplined sword cultivator among monks.

Entered the Qingzhan Sword Immortal sect at the age of three, cultivated the sword intent at the age of 15, forged the heart of the sword at the age of 20, and forged the natal spirit sword at the age of 30. Enter the realm of saints.

His life can be said to be full of talents, which is amazing and enviable, but this genius of swordsmanship makes people in the righteous way fear him.

He practiced the ruthless swordsmanship that could slaughter the world.

This kind of swordsmanship, cultivated with a ruthless sword heart, with a murderous sword intent, does not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, and if one is not careful, it is easy to fall into the devil's way and kill countless people.

It is rumored that 300 years ago, Sanskrit was martyred and survived the catastrophe with all his strength, but his aura was thinned out. Ling Jinglan, who was at the peak of a saint and was only a thin line away from Feisheng, was furious and rushed into various sects and seized the holy objects. , Trying to cross the robbery by force, and finally died in the thunder of the robbery.

Now, judging from his friendship with Sanskrit, it is obviously not that simple.

Suddenly recalling the memory, Ling Jinglan's heart was surging with the emotion of sneaking Sanskrit to watch the fireworks in the mortal world. Feng Ling intuitively felt that the truth might be very different from the truth, or even the opposite.

If it's because Sanskrit is furious at consuming spiritual energy to resist the catastrophe, it's better to say that Sanskrit is willing to die for the sake of heaven and earth.

"This person has always been the most compassionate and selfless person. He has all the people in the world and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in his heart. I am among them, but it is better not to have me."

This sentence full of helplessness and frustration resounded in his mind, shaking Feng Ling into a trance, and he was deeply touched for a while, and was stunned by the eyes of everyone who was eagerly looking at him.

"Cough, young master, I'm afraid Qianlin will send someone here soon." Seeing that his young master is mysterious and unwilling to explain away, and still sitting there in a trance drinking tea that doesn't taste good, Ban Song had to clear his throat. It's a mallet that disturbs people's leisure.

After being reminded like this, Feng Ling came back to his senses, he put down the teacup, and just as he was about to stand up, he happened to look at Yue Chen who had been silently watching him all this time. defeated.

"Master, this matter must not be mentioned to anyone other than you and me."

Feng Ling's words made Yuechen involuntarily frowned slightly.

"Ling Jinglan and the Ling family obviously have some relationship, and the secret hidden in this bloody night Styx scroll is deeper than we imagined," Feng Ling looked at him straight, with a little bit more moon dust in his eyes. I have seen the indifference, "Chang Sheng's matter is not simple, and now Moxiu has hooked up with Qian Lin again, I am afraid that Duan Ming will not be able to manage this birthday."

Hearing this, Yue Chen raised his eyelashes, and gave Feng Ling a lukewarm look, with a little bit of dignity and anger in his aura, "Young Master Feng means that Ren Qianlin and his family, in this Something happened at a critical moment?"

Under Yuechen's rare and aggressive questioning, Fengling suddenly laughed. He stood up, straightened his sleeves unhurriedly, raised his chin slightly, and glanced coldly at Yuechen who was sitting beside him.

"What about him, Qianlin? What does it have to do with me?"

"Master, don't forget that when the Ling clan was encircled and suppressed, except for the five sects and thirteen sects, my Feng family never showed up because of family adversity. Shaolin also didn't say a word for some reason, and even didn't send anyone out. .”

"Speaking all of this, the mage is afraid that Shaolin will not have enough troubles nowadays?"

The hall was empty, the young man's indifferent words were still echoing in it, Yue Chen lowered his eyes, slowly pinched the rosary in his hand, and slowly fell into the eyes of Yue Jing who had never spoken, and shivered suddenly.

Senior brother is angry!

Sensitively feeling the gloomy emotions emanating from his senior brother, the little monk tactfully stooped and sneaked away, leaving his senior brother calm and calm.

Different from what Yuejing imagined, Yuechen didn't have any anger, but only complicated and heavy emotions, pressing heavily on his chest, disappointment, helplessness and the secret sense of identity in his heart disturbed Yuechen's forehead faintly. It hurts.

Just now the young man turned around resolutely and left, the corners of his white clothes swayed suddenly, and the mocking words still echoed in his ears, "Master, if you want to be a saint, you don't have to be so righteous, dragging the whole Shaolin into it, right?"

They are different after all.

The monk in plain robes sat alone in the empty hall for a long time, only raised his head when it was dark, stood up silently, and wanted to go to his room.

When he left the coffee table, he stopped and moved his wrist slightly. His fingertips were about to reach for a teacup somewhere on the table, but when they were about to touch, he stopped.

The white jade-like slender and straight knuckles slightly bent, trembled twice, and finally retracted.

He walked away, but before leaving here, he sighed slightly, only he heard it, and then it disappeared into the air.

In the next few days, Feng Ling never went to see Yuechen again, and he seemed to be doing nothing every day, doing business, practicing martial arts, and drinking a few drinks with acquaintances who came here to celebrate his birthday from time to time.

In this way, time passed, and finally came the day of Duanming's birthday.

Feng Ling changed into a solemn brocade robe, and took the three of them, Banhe, who were holding congratulatory gifts, to Qianlin's birthday celebration hall leisurely.

Just when most of the people had arrived and took their seats, waiting for Sect Master Qianlin to enter the hall, the grand meeting could begin.

A scream and commotion came from the apse.

Feng Ling's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, as if he had already felt it and let it go, his eyes unconsciously swept to another layer of moon dust, and he left it as soon as he touched it, and then casually looked at the back Temple direction.

What should come will still come.

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