Heavens: Be a New Man

Shaolin Temple, in Bodhidharma Hall.

Two naked corpses were placed in the center of the Buddhist temple, surrounded by a group of old monks, their faces were full of grief and anger, and they were silent.

These two corpses are naturally Xuanji and Xuantong.

On their chests, each had a faint red mark that seemed to have been drawn with a red pen, which was the cause of their death.

"Amitabha..." After a long repressed silence, Xuan Bei spoke slowly, "Dare to ask the abbot, what is my temple going to do next?"

Xuanci had a bitter look on his face, and sighed: "Sin and sin. Back then, the poor monk misunderstood people's words and made a big mistake. The cause of the past, the consequences of today, and all kinds of sins, the poor monk should bear it."

"What's wrong with the abbot?" A monk stood up, frowning with grief and indignation.

This monk's name is Xuandu, he is the elder of the preceptor, and on weekdays, he is the closest to Xuanji.

"Thirty years ago, what Master Abbot killed wasn't a Khitan man?" he said emotionally, "and not long after the battle of Yanmen Pass, the Liao Kingdom sent troops to Kou Pass, how do you know there is no direct connection between these two incidents? The monk thought that the reason why the Liao people did not continue to send warriors to Shaolin to steal scriptures was because they knew that Shaolin had taken precautions, so they changed their goals!"

This sentence immediately caused many monks to agree, and the scene was buzzing.

"Senior Brother Xuanji and Junior Brother Xuantong are my contemporary Shaolin elders, and their status is honorable. Even if they are wrong, they will naturally be dealt with by my Shaolin Temple rules. How can people take their lives so easily?" Xuandu continued with grief and indignation, "More Besides, how do you know that the two masked people who came that night were not those He Xie and Qiao Feng who deliberately sought someone to mislead us?"

"The matter has not been finalized yet, why did they kill me, a Shaolin monk?"

Following Xuandu's questioning, the group of monks in the Buddhist hall suddenly became emotional.

Although Xuan Bei tried his best to explain, but this time he went out to clarify the truth. First, he did not get the permission of the abbot, and secondly, he watched his brothers and sisters being killed. When did Shaolin suffer such humiliation?

Everyone didn't say anything, but who didn't blame him in their hearts?

In the end, Shaolin was still in a one-sided situation, and the voices of Xuanbei and Xuannan were still drowned in angry accusations.

Xuanci's expression gradually calmed down, and she said lightly: "In this case, my temple will take the initiative! Xuandu, Xuanxuan two junior brothers, you two have appointed disciples to publish hero posts, I Shaolin will hold a hero meeting on January 15th, Invite the heroes of the world to clarify this matter!"

"Xuanzhi, Xuanming two junior brothers, you two go to find out the true identities of the two masked people..."

"Xuan Nian, Xuan Shi, you two..."

Following Xuanci's order, the entire Shaolin Temple took action.

Except for two people.

Xuan Bei and Xuan Nan, from beginning to end, did not receive any tasks.

They are marginalized.

At the same time, in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, an old monk with white eyebrows murmured and shook his head while sweeping the floor: "There is nothing, so why bother with dust?"

Above Taihu Lake, Mantuo Villa.

Jiu Mozhi has been waiting for fifteen days, still can't wait for Murong Bo to appear, and even he has such doubts.

"Murong Bo, is he really your biological father?" he asked Murong Fu suspiciously.

"You bastard!" Murong Fu, who described withered wormwood, was furious, "Shameless monk, you have imprisoned me for so long, and now you are insulting me with your late father. When you look at the eyes, you are not a man!"

Kumozhi didn't get angry when he was scolded, but shook his head with a sigh, and said, "Why should Master Murong be angry? If it wasn't for the emperor to force Xiao Seng, why would Xiao Seng use this kind of thing to slander you?"

"Hmph, don't say that Murong Bo is dead, even if he is still alive, he may not come to you!" On the side, a cold voice sounded.

It was Wang Yuyan's mother, Li Qingluo.

Not far from Li Qingluo, Wang Yuyan, who was looking down at a book, also raised her head and looked here with a worried look on her face.

Jiu Mozhi tied a big living person here and stayed here for so long, how could the master be unaware?

As early as ten days ago, in order to solve the problem that He Xie left her, Wang Yuyan first came to Langhuan Jade Cave to inquire about the secret book, but was caught on the spot by Jiu Mozhi.

That night, Li Qingluo came to look for her daughter and was also tapped on acupuncture points.

Since then, Jiu Mozhi has occupied the magpie's nest, threatening Li Qingluo's mother and daughter, and instructing the servants to bring tea and water, and serve daily life. In the past ten days, he has been fighting wits and courage with those servants who are eager to serve the Savior. It's quite tasty.

And the reason why he didn't touch Wang Yuyan's acupuncture point was because that day he sneaked up on Wang Yuyan from behind, but Wang Yuyan used Lingbo Weibu to hide.

Although Jiu Mozhi quickly restrained Wang Yuyan again, he also recognized that this was He Xie's martial arts, and was immediately extremely surprised.

After inquiring, I found out that He Xie passed on this martial art to Wang Yuyan.

Jiu Mozhi respected and feared He Xie, and didn't want to do anything to Wang Yuyan, but after all, this matter was about his life and death, and he didn't dare to let Wang Yuyan go out and let her call friends and cause trouble.

He simply let Wang Yuyan move freely in this Langhuan Jade Cave, but he couldn't go out casually.

Jiu Mozhi frowned slightly when he heard Li Qingluo's words.

It stands to reason that Murong Bo should have come a long time ago, but he has not come until now. Could it be that he is really sure that he does not dare to take Murong Fu, so he is not afraid?

Thinking of this, Jiu Mozhi's eyes gleamed fiercely, and he looked at Murong Fu again, and Murong Fu suddenly froze in his heart.

Wang Yuyan was keenly aware of it, and immediately vigilant, stepping on Lingbo's foot, rushing over, blocking Murong Fu's body.

"Great monk, what are you going to do to my cousin?" Wang Yuyan frowned and said softly.

Jiu Mozhi looked at Wang Yuyan dejectedly: "Miss Wang, you are not Xiao Seng's opponent, so let's get out of the way. Xiao Seng has respected you several times and let you go, because of He Shaoxia's face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But you are always like this, Please forgive the little monk who can only offend!"

In the past few days, it's not that he didn't want to force Murong Bo to show up by hurting Murong Fu, but every time he was blocked by Wang Yuyan.

"You're also an eminent monk, why do you have to get along with my cousin?" Wang Yuyan persuaded, "You said you have something to hide, why don't you say it, maybe we can help?"

"You don't have to worry about the little monk's affairs." Jiu Mozhi sighed, "Miss Wang, the little monk doesn't want to embarrass you, so let's get out of the way."

Wang Yuyan said, "If you deal with my cousin, I won't live anymore."

This is the sentence again.

Jiu Mozhi was even more depressed.

He turned his head to look at Murong Fu, and couldn't help but sneer and sarcastically said, "Murong Fu, a dignified man, actually needs a woman to protect his life. You really lose the face of your Murong family!"

Murong Fu roared: "Fan Seng, if you have the ability, let me go, and I will fight you for three hundred rounds!"