Chapter 119: misfortune

It was an unremarkable monk.
Forty years old, of medium build, with scars on the top of the head, and traces of perennial sweeping on the palms. There is nothing surprising when you look at it.
He was shoved out, and his expression was cowardly and frightened. When he saw Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su, his face was pale, shaking like sieve, and he couldn't say a whole sentence.
Hengyuan said warmly: "French circle, let's be clear about what happened tonight-have you ever seen these two donors go up to the tower? Why did all the disciples in the tower die? What do you know?"
The monk, known as the "French Circle", carefully looked at the crowd, hid his body behind Hengyuan, and began to cry: "Yin Shi just passed, the brothers and sisters who were on my side shouted for abdominal pain, and then fell down. It ’s dead, the seven tips are bleeding, so terrible. "
Both Xuansu and Ye Fusheng didn't walk through the door, and naturally they didn't know what happened under the seventh floor. Now, after hearing his cry, Ye Fusheng frowned, but Xuansu's face was more cold.
Hengming asked anxiously: "But poisoning?"
Fa Yuan said: "It was poisoned. At that time, when the water was boiled and drunk, unexpectedly, an underwater belly swallowed the deadly thing."
Ye Fusheng asked: "Who burned the water? Why are you doing nothing?"
Fa Yuan glanced at him and said, "Brother Fa Miao who has burned water has also been poisoned to death. At that time, I and the three young brothers of Fa Jue, Fa Zhen, and Fa Xing were sweeping and had no time to drink water, so they escaped. Wanting to go out and call someone, we saw that the door was opened with a knife. We were afraid that the black hand came and hurriedly lay on the ground to pretend to die. We squinted and glanced at the two donors entering through the door. Go upstairs. "
Xuan Su was amazed by the thief's cry to catch the thief. Ye Fusheng raised his eyelids: "You saw us coming up? Why don't you call someone to help you when we come up?"
Fa Yuan shrank: "I am not a monk, I am not good at martial arts, and the three younger brothers went upstairs on their own to stop you. I held the big bell. Once they failed to stop you, they sounded the bell ... I am below After waiting for a while, I heard a noise coming from outside, and when I looked at the window, two younger brothers, Fajue and Faxing, fell into the building one after another ... "
This man sang well, although he didn't point Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su to curse the murderer, but he could reverse the black and white, and cried out with words, making the people around him more angry, and eye knives flew over, many people have already With the weapon lit, it looks like Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su have become the devil like Zhao Qing.
Hengyuan's palm pressure stopped the noise and looked at the two of them: "What else do you have to say?"
Xuan Su raised his eyes, but he didn't answer the question: "Did the abbot and my uncle Duanheng come here?"
As soon as this remark came out, someone shouted angrily: "Does Master Xuan Su think that I am not qualified to ask you to sin?"
Xuan Su said: "If you want to add sin, you should wait and ask? Or ask the abbot to come and make a clear decision."
Hengming said: "Is the Dharma Circle enough to convict?"
Ye Fusheng said: "If it is a one-sided word, it can be used as a proof of the mountain, and there is no way to know how many wrongs and wrongs will be in the Yamen."
Hengyuan looked at him: "Can the present donor prove himself innocent?"
"Self-examination and innocence are not counted, just some doubts, I hope you can solve a puzzle." Ye Fusheng raised a finger, "First, these three masters are proficient in martial arts, can they help the two monks? "
Fa Yuan hesitated, but Hengming replied: "All martial arts are common, and they are not strong among monks."
"That's weird. Since martial arts are not enough to help the two monks, why not simply guard the big clock with Master Fayuan, and still be able to set aside people to go to the nearby tower for help?" , "Second, how about the martial arts of these two monks?"
Hengming said: "Despite the high age of the two princes, their muscles and bones are still strong, their internal strength is strong, and their martial arts are profound.
"Everyone can see that the score is clear. Both monks were swords in the vests. They were killed in one blow, and there were no other scars on their bodies." Xuan Su said coldly: "There are eight or eight poor roads this year. It ’s not as good as one of the senior monks, can you kill it in a blink of an eye? "
After Hengming stunned, others also reacted, his face showing hesitation.
Hengyuan finally spoke again: "If it's a ghost trick, it's impossible to guard against it."
"There is a saying" It's easy to hide a gun and hide an arrow but it's hard to defend ". This really makes sense." Ye Fusheng smiled. "On this matter, I haven't been able to do anything.
Hengyuan narrowed his eyes and saw Ye Fusheng walked to the crowd and asked a neatly dressed woman: "This girl, can you borrow the silver hairpin on your head?"
The woman glanced at him, and when she refused, she swallowed back again, pulled out a silver hairpin and handed it to him, saying, "The left and right hairpins are for use, but if you can't give evidence, I It ’s time to start. "
"As it should be." Ye Fusheng smiled and turned back to the two old monks. He first lifted his coat and laid on one knee, and bowed his hands to perform a ceremony. Then he looked up and said: "It's a bad feeling. Disrespect, please forgive me. "
Fa Yuan's face changed, and she was about to block her, but was dragged into the dark by Hengyuan.
He glanced sideways at Hengyuan's face, the young monk's face didn't move, but his eyes were breathless, but he disappeared instantly.
When the words fell, Ye Fusheng had inserted the silver hairpin into the place of an old monk, Dan Tian. This hairpin had six inches, and the old monk was thin. This was almost consistent. When he pulled out the silver hairpin, he saw the original silver hairpin. The body turned black.
He held the silver hairpin with his handkerchief, and his eyes were cold: "Poison enters the lungs and penetrates the bone marrow, just like 'freezing three feet is not a day's work', can such ghost tricks be accomplished overnight? I waited until yesterday afternoon to enter Wuxiang Temple, Even if it is really wrong, how long and precise the arrangement must be in advance to make the two monks poisoned unconsciously? "
Heng Ming murmured: "The two masters and ancestors have profound skills, and ordinary poisons can't do anything. When they enter the body, they will be suppressed by internal forces, and they can only be figured out slowly. However, the water and food sent to this place are not made by Xiangji kitchen, but by No one can make problems with special preparation ... "
"Master Hengming said very much, then the third question came-where did the poison come from water and grain, and where?" Ye Fusheng turned his hand to pick up the residual incense on the stove, and saw the people present, "Guyang There will be a battle in the Chengduanshui Mountain Villa. Everyone of the heroes must have been there. I wonder if they are familiar with this? "
Silent for a moment, I wonder who yelled: "Buried Soul Palace, Bu Xueyao!"
When these six words came out, it was like boiling water poured into a rolling oil pan, and "numerously" exploded countless oil flowers, splashing on people, from skin pain to bones, no one spoke for a while.
Until Ye Fusheng broke the silence, he looked at the Falun hiding behind Hengyuan: "This Master, you said that you are a scavenger monk in this tower, then the case of replacing the incense should also be your business, poisonous. Among them, and accumulate disasters, do you really know nothing about it? The monk does not swear, beware of hell. "
Falun is pale and pale: "I, I ..."
Xuan Su spoke at the right time, all about the reason he came here and Shi Cai ’s thrilling experience, and he must be looking at him: "You said that I saw the two of us enter the tower, but we both climbed the tower. As a result of poor performance and poor performance, a tile was crushed on the fourth floor, which was embedded in the fence with fingers to stabilize the body. If you do n’t believe it, you can also check it. So, what did the master see, is it a ghost? "
Suddenly the situation reversed, and everyone's eyes fell on the Fayuan. He was urged to give him an explanation, and Hengyuan also looked shocked, saying: "What is the truth? Hurry up!"
Falun's back shook, and his feet fell softly on the ground, his face looking like earth: "I ..."
"Be careful!" Xuan Su shouted, and did not shoot out for the sword, but it was still a step late. I saw that the monk, who was shaking like a sieve, just rolled in place, swept his legs, and stood beside him. He was tripped, and a short knife slipped in the opponent's sleeve, and touched his throat!
Fa Yuan's face was timid and replaced with the fierceness of the desperate. The blade was tight, holding Hengyuan back and forth: "Give up, or kill him."
The blade cut the flesh, and blood had oozed out. Even if Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su had determined that Hengyuan had a problem, there was no empirical evidence. Moreover, under such circumstances, no one could die.
"Jicai Dao knows he can't martial arts, and now he shows his hand, it seems that the dark pile can't hold on, it's about to stab the knife." The woman who had borrowed Ye Fusheng's silver hairpin said in the cold, the sword was out of her hand, Others also pulled out their swords.
They waited closely, but none of them dared to act rashly.
The death of a monk may not matter, but that monk cannot be Hengyuan. He is a buddha of the Western Buddha. Even if he is not good at literary and military skills, he is also important.
Hengyuan seemed to be stunned by the shock. He subconsciously struggled and exchanged a palm in his vest, and his lips immediately turned red.
Seeing this, Hengming was shocked: "Release Brother Hengyuan!"
After coughing up blood, Hengyuan didn't say a word, opposed to hitting the blade. Everyone was terrified, but the Fayuan responded faster. The knife edge opened a mouth on his shoulder, pointed at his acupuncture point, and spit: "Sting Monk, it's not so easy to find death! Wen Wuchengwu No, it ’s up to me, it ’s up to me! "
After all, the vicious eyes swept the crowd, especially the two knives on Xuan Su and Ye Fusheng: "Both let it go, otherwise the Buddha of West Buddha will be buried with me, not losing!"
Xuan Su raised his eyebrows. He knew it was a show, but he couldn't move. His hands holding the sword were loose and tight for a while.
No matter whether Hengyuan was deliberately controlled to let the Fayuan escape, or to wash away his suspicions, he had to say it was a good move.
Ye Fusheng watched Fayuan holding Hengyuan back and forth, stepping back quickly, and quickly withdrew from the cell. He was about to reach the stairs.
At this moment, a red silk came from behind the circle of the circle, wrapped tightly around his neck like a snake, and dragged it down, taking the person out of balance, and his hands were loose.
Opportunity was not lost, Hengyuan broke free from the circle of the circle, and rolled away from the reach of his tentacles. Hengming rushed forward, and his fist hit the opponent's head!
Heng Mingxiu is Wuxiangsi Wudian's "Pan Ruo Jing". Even if he looks at the rivers and lakes with his fists and feet, he has few opponents. This fist bursts out in anger, but his head is broken, the cover is bleeding, and the ladder is rolled down.
When an embroidered boot stepped over the body, Xue Chanyi suddenly appeared. Her curly hair was messy and her forehead was sweating. When she saw them, she shouted, "There is something wrong with the Tibetan Jinglou!"
The speech was full of surprises, and Hengyuan's pupils who had just "escaped the disaster" contracted, and Ye Fusheng could see clearly. This time he was full of excitement in his eyes, and there was no point of hypocrisy.
Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes, and also learned from the comments of the people around him that he had walked into the Tibetan scripture building before. This was because a night reading monk accidentally overturned the candlestick and caused a fire. These people can only rush to the road.
Hengyuan lost his voice: "Isn't the fire in the Tibetan Classics Building already extinguished?"
Xue Chan's face was bloodless: "It was only after the fire was extinguished. Seeing that the abbot personally led people into the pavilion to move some scripture books. Unexpectedly, the Tibetan scripture building suddenly changed and there was a loud roar and a violent fire soon after they entered , The people who went in ... none of them came out yet. "
Hengming's face changed greatly, and Hengyuan stumbled a few steps, kneeling softly on his feet and falling to the ground.
Everyone was frightened. What Xue Chanyi said was clearly the situation that happened when the gunpowder was ignited. But how could there be such a thing in a Buddhist temple?
Looking at the dead body in this tower, thinking about the fragrant fragrance and poison, the word "Burial Soul Palace" is coming out, which makes people feel chilled.
However, Xuan Su didn't even listen to these words.
There was a blank in his mind, and only the sentence that Xue Chanyi had just added—
"Duan Heng Dao Chang, also inside."
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"About Black History ..."
Chu Xiwei: Height and weight are counted, and all are round.
Ye Fusheng: Young loves Secondary Two arrogantly, and unrestrained love.
Xie Wuyi: A Li was so happy when he was born, holding his son high, and was so excited to fly out ... Fortunately, Rong Cui picked up quickly.
Xie Min: My mother said that the child's day is in the morning. I thought it was early in the morning ... So I lived a life where I slept earlier than a chicken and later than a dog.
Xie Li: Looking upstairs, you know that the reason I am not growing up now is lack of sleep.
Ruan Feiyu: I thought I almost mad at the teacher of the private school. Every class was punished and I was given a negative teaching material.
Qin Hebai: My master put a joss stick under Zamabu. I could n’t hold it down and sat down without paying attention ... The scars were sometimes not men ’s medals, but black history TAT
Qin Lanshang: I still remember that I was a carbine in the first battle of the division and gave the person who was fighting me a thousand years to kill ... I really didn't do it on purpose, people are too short to help.
Lu Mingyuan: The teacher said that Wang Xizhi can only learn good words. I was so stupid that I ate buns with ink for ten months ...
King Gu: I was very excited when I received the first confession in my life. I asked the guy what he liked me. I thought about it, and gave him a response from his grandfathers-until he cried.
Duan Qing: ...
Ye Fusheng: Why don't you talk, madam?
Duanya: I broke the news! My second brother was 13-year-old or four-year-old, and he was so handsome that he would send flowers to him when he rushed up and said, "Sister, I always like you" ... The expression of my second brother is still memorable.
Ye Fusheng: I am more curious about the ending of the flower delivery ...
Duan Heng: ... this is my black history.