Chapter 118: condemn

The cold fingers were pressed hard against the eyelids, and Xuan Su had felt the slight pain from his eyes. However, before these dug out his eyeballs, a warm blood spattered his face. on.
The air was blowing in his face, and blood was almost drilling into the bone marrow from the pores, as if countless scarlet bugs crawled on the body and gnashed frantically. Xuan Su's face was white, a trembling rush straight from the soles of his feet, his scalp suddenly numb, and his hands and feet shook.
Xuan Su stumbled back two steps and retrieved half of his life from Guimenguan. His eyes were still aching. He shook his head, and the sword in his hand almost stabbed. However, Zhao Qing had fallen.
Two sounds of "Pun Tong" sounded one after another, one weight and one light, Zhao Qing's body fell to the ground, but his head rolled to Xuan Su's feet, dragging out a crooked blood stain, frightened.
Ye Fusheng didn't know when he was here. When Qian Jun hit a shot, he caught the shot and silently inserted the sword into the battle. He cut the skin and cut the meat. He didn't stay alive at all.
The quickness of the shot, the sharpness of the sword, and the timing of the three are indispensable, which is rare in Xuan Su's life.
Xuan Su bowed his head down, looked at Zhao Qing's unshakable eyes, and then looked up to see Ye Fusheng. The other party's face was pale and his lips were blue. After this move, he stretched his hand to support the fence to support his body. Kneel down.
Only the hand holding the knife was rock-solid and immobile.
He was like an umbrella with bamboo bones removed, leaving only a layer of oily paper lying on it, and he would never give up on the wind and rain.
Ye Fusheng finally took a breath and shook his head. When he saw Xuan Su looking at it, he twitched the corner of his mouth: "Are you scared?"
Xuan Sumu put on a face: "Yeah, I'm so scared."
Ye Fusheng chuckled and smiled. Xuan Su forced himself not to look at the corpses and blood on the ground, quickly walked over and asked him, "Why are you here?"
"There is such a big disturbance in the temple, if I can't wake up, I might have to sleep for a long time." Ye Fusheng took a sleeve of the blade and put it back into the sheath. "When I woke up, I saw only Xue and Xue who were going out. , Knowing your whereabouts from their mouths, they followed, just in time to save you a pair of tricks. "
He suffered a toxic attack, but was forced down by internal force. This journey came to be difficult. Besides, Tallinn's situation was unknown. Ye Fusheng was prepared for chasing and losing. Can be considered a place.
Speaking of which, Ye Fusheng only looked down at the person who had been decapitated by himself, and only took a quick glance, only to know that this person was strong in martial arts and light in weight, and if he was unconscious and entangled in metaphysics, he might not be able to take the opportunity to approach, That's why I dare not keep my hand.
He frowned, his eyes turned around the head and the body, and there was already speculation: "Zhao Qing?"
Xuan Su said, "When I came, I was discovering that someone was trying to save Zhao Qing from the chaos. It was only because of his madness that he couldn't recognize anyone, so he delayed the opportunity and let me stop."
Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes: "Then why you are so talented?"
The timing of his coming was just right. He saw Zhao Qing holding Xuan Su's sword. The latter had the opportunity to withdraw his hand and retreat, but he was stunned in place. Ye Fusheng had no choice but to kill him.
Hearing the words, the expression on Xuan Su's face changed and he wanted to stop talking, but before he could say anything, a bell rang out suddenly and spread far away in the night.
A large bronze bell hangs from the first floor of each floating tower for warning purposes. The martial arts practitioners strike together, and the sound can be heard immediately. The monk in the temple did not die. In the past, you can hear the voices here.
There are still people in this tower.
Xuan Su came in a hurry, and Ye Fusheng chased in a hurry. Both of them climbed the tower and did not take time from the tower. I thought there were outsiders robbing the prisoners, I am afraid there is no living mouth in the tower, but unexpectedly there are still people alive, and the big bell sounded.
It is estimated that it will not take long for someone to surround this tower, and Xuan Su raises his eyebrows, "No matter who the two are, no matter who the two are, they are dressed as monks in the temple, and now Zhao Qing is dead again. We better leave here first. . "
This is a good idea, but the lower gate may have been locked. Even if you have a good standing, you have to take a leap from the seven-story tower. Besides, Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su are toxic and have a loss of strength.
After a moment of thought, Ye Fusheng asked, "Tell me what you have seen here."
Xuan Su quickly pulled out all the trays of the talents, and Ye Fusheng's tightly frowned brow slowly released, saying, "We can't go."
"why?"
Ye Fusheng didn't rush to answer. He reached into his arms to get out the fire zipper, and turned into the cell where Zhao Qing was originally held.
Because it was built inside a high tower, the prison cell is also a Zen room layout, but there are more fence wires, and there is a large iron cage with a personal height in the middle, and the lock is opened and empty.
There are three corpses on the ground, two are white-bearded old monks, all of them are thin and thin, with a knife in the back, one penetrates the heart; one is a young monk, his coat bleeds down on the ground, a blood mark on his head runs across the face, and the brain is also from The rift flowed out, I am afraid that Zhao Qing was pulled on the head with a chain.
Ye Fusheng squatted down and talked carefully about the bodies of the two old monks, secretly saying, "Sure enough."
Xuan Su asked him: "What did you find?"
Ye Fusheng pressed his forehead and said, "The pseudo-monk just said" Four Brothers ". Think about it carefully."
It can be speculated from their words that one of them died in the cell and two died under the tower, so where is the fourth person?
"The guards of the Futu Tower are heavily guarded. These two old monks, who watched their hand cocoons, were all martial arts experts. Even if Zhao Qing really came out of trouble, he might not be the opponent of the two, unless the three men made the sword faster than me. Otherwise, you will never be killed. "Ye Fusheng said," The two monks were poisoned. "
During the speech, he gave Xuan Su the fire fold, and walked to the incense case himself. The incense candles above were all extinguished. Ye Fusheng twisted his fingers and twisted the incense ash with a cold look: "Here."
The two old monks shouldered heavy responsibility in the prison of the Buddhism Tower. Naturally, they did not dare to relax. Other monks in the tower should also pay great attention. In addition to the people entering and leaving, even the water and food should be carefully checked. How easy is it to mix drugs in it?
Unless there is a monk in the tower, the poison is incorporated into the incense, and the incense candle is changed by the opportunity of offering Buddha and sweeping, the poison is ignited, and the poison is quietly applied in the volatilization. It is too late when it is discovered.
The two old monks excelled in martial arts all their lives, but in the end they were caught in a dangerous situation by ghost tricks and died of a sneak attack by a caring person.
Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes: "If you want to take Zhao Qing away, you can't let the wind leak out. The bell ringer just now is probably the last living mouth in this tower, but if it is you, will you leave the living mouth?"
The thief shouted to catch the thief, but nothing more.
Xuan Su thought of the person who passed on the message and felt cold in his heart: "They deliberately lured me over as a scapegoat!"
Ye Fusheng reached out and touched his chin, his brow furrowed again, and he didn't speak.
Xuan Su didn't bother him either. In fact, he was also full of confusion, looking at the corpse in front for a while, and thinking of Zhao Qing again. Unfortunately, he had so many questions, but now no one can answer them.
The two sat on the floor until the sound of footsteps accompanied the noise from far and near, the door was pushed open, and twenty people came in, squeezing the prison cell full, Xuan Su looked out, and the promenade outside was also crowded Full of people, all kinds of martial arts, guarding each door and window separately, for fear that they flew out with wings inserted.
Half of the people who entered the cell were martial arts and half were monks. The heads were Hengming and Hengyuan. Seeing the corpse on the ground, Hengming yelled "Master Uncle Patriarch" with a sorrowful expression, and looked at Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su's eyes almost bloodshot.
Hengyuan also showed a sad face, flicked the beads with his fingers, and muttered "Amitabha" in his mouth. Without knowing who found Zhao Qing's body outside, he shouted: "Zhao Qing is dead? Who did it!"
The noise was even more noisy for a while. Xuan Su felt a bit harsh. He always felt that these people were more willing than the devil to succumb to him.
Hengyuan looked at them and said, "Master Xuansu Shao Gong, Ye Shizhu, two of them trespassed at Futu Tower late at night, and killed Zhao Qing and the people in my temple. Shouldn't they say something?"
Ye Fusheng didn't open his eyes, Xuan Su took the mouth: "There is a reason for trespassing on the Futu Tower, and killing Zhao Qing has nothing to do with it. As for these masters, it's not my two. It doesn't matter if the conviction is first, Brother Hengyuan doesn't think Is there any risk? "
Hengming said angrily: "The two brothers under the tower have traces of Taishang Gongwu Study on them, dare to say that they are not the poisonous hands under you? Both of the uncles of the two masters were wounded with knives, aren't they the knives you drew?"
Xuan Su listened to his accusation of unlawful deduction without careful consideration, frowning hard, and seeing Heng Yuan's face grief-stricken like a choked voice, knowing that this person wanted to use impulsive Heng Ming to push everything tonight The body of Ye Fusheng and his wife would be inexplicable.
He sneaked a glance at Ye Fusheng, who closed his eyes, his eyebrows flickered slightly, and he saw cold sweat on his forehead again, fearing that the uncomfortable depression rolled over again.
Xuan Su was anxious to an edge, but calmed down.
On the Forgetting Peak, he never bothered to face anything. After going down the mountain, he was guided and advised by Ye Fusheng. For the first time, Xuan Su faced such an aggressive and critical situation.
Even if the sword is in hand, even Wen Tao Wulue can't do anything.
But he could not be shaded by others forever, nor could he sit still.
Xuan Su ’s fists slowly clenched, facing Hengming, and said coldly: "The following two people were killed by the poor, and the other was thrown into the tall building by Zhao Qing. With the corpses together, first identify the identity of the three monks. As for these two masters ... "
After a pause, his voice was even colder: "The poor Dao is not here this year, and he is an outsider. If he can get close to the two masters and take advantage of the opportunity to attack, is it a poor Dao talent or Wuxiang Temple's martial arts? The two masters shoulder the heavy responsibility of guarding. Why did they expose their backs to the poor without care? You can carefully examine the blades on their bodies. Are they the swords on the two of me or the swords from Wuxiang Temple? "
This series of questions made Hengming stunned on the spot, but he couldn't talk about it. Hengyuan finally couldn't keep silent anymore and asked, "Even if the murder still needs to be distinguished, why is Zhao Qing's death? The two trespassed on Futu Tower, why? "
The other party had killed him and infiltrated the floating tower with ulterior motives. Whether it was an ulterior motive to rescue Zhao Qing, or an intention to kill Zhao Qing by taking a slanting attack, it was a hateful thing.
Xuan Su looked at Hengyuan. The young monk was still gentle, but his eyes looked like leeches.
His gaze finally cooled completely.
"Master Hengyuan, the poor Dao respects you" Brother ", is to respect the years and Wuxiang Temple, not to respect you." Xuan Su slowly stood up, blocked in front of Ye Fusheng, Wuwei sword also sheathed into flute, in him Turned between the fingers, standing negative.
His eyes glanced over Hengyuan and Hengming, and he looked at a group of people with different looks behind them, saying: "The poor Daotai is the sixth head of the upper house, whether he is guilty or accountable. Come out and talk with each other, come up with real evidence, and cut it into black and white. It is indispensable to sit down in a poor way, do not shirk, and speak clearly here at this time! "
In one word, there was a lot of uproar. How many people dared not to speak out, Hengyuan looked directly at Xuan Su, only to feel that the Taoist leader who was usually gentle like a spring breeze suddenly caught the material and the spring was cold, not harsh, but bone-penetrating.
Ye Fusheng slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at Xuan Su's back, he couldn't help but tickled his lips, his palms propped on the ground, got up and patted Xuan Su's shoulder, and stood beside him.
Compared to Xuan Su, Ye Fusheng's momentum is not overwhelming, just like the shadow of a black and autumn fall under the candlelight, and his speech is also a little gentle, as if he is weak.
But what he said was like a hockey stick hitting a seven-inch snake, making it unable to move--
"There is a fire in the Tibetan Scripture Building, and the road is not near accordingly. You came in time, but you don't know that the fire can be resolved? Where are the abbot, Seruojin Temple and Duan Heng Dao?" Ye Fusheng looked at the monks, "That's right, it's only when the bell sounded the alarm, I don't know which master, but please come out and give a personal identification to clarify the facts."