The narration system of Wuxia Journey

A few days later, Linghu Chong went to the Sutra Library again, but brought another piece of news.

"Are you saying that Zuo Lengchan is dead? Is there an internal conflict in the Songshan Sect?" Yue Yuchen looked at Linghu Chong and asked.

Linghu Chong nodded and said with certainty...

"It is said that after Zuo Lengchan met a Shaolin monk, he stayed indoors. When his eldest disciple Shi Dengda went to bring him food at night, he found that he was gone."

"Originally, the remaining Songshan Sect's Taibao and second-generation disciples all recommended Fei Bin to take over the Songshan Sect."

"But the next day, after Shi Dengda went down the mountain, he suddenly changed his mind and won over a group of second-generation disciples to compete with Fei Bin."

"Then, there was an internal conflict in the Songshan Sect. , the two factions fought so hard that they could not intersect, and finally Shi Dengda withdrew from Songshan Sect, but he also took away a group of backbone forces. "

"It can be said that after this incident, Songshan Sect completely declined, and it is impossible for Fei Bin to copy our path."

"Big Brother, have you found that the internal strife of Songshan Sect is similar to the dispute of Huashan Sword Qi in the past?"

"The only thing I can't figure out is why Fangzheng suddenly wants to kill Zuo Lengchan?"

"Has the news of Emperor Sword spread out?" Yue Yuchen suddenly asked.

Linghu Chong nodded, then froze, and then reacted and asked: "Big Brother, are you saying that Fangzheng took action in advance because of the news of Emperor Sword, and wanted to make a cut with Songshan Sect?"

In addition to this, Yue Yuchen couldn't think of any other reasons. Fortunately, the system narration never missed an appointment...

[Are you happy to learn about the death of Zuo Lengchan and the internal strife of Songshan Sect?]

[Shaolin monk Benming went to Songshan Sect and killed Zuo Lengchan with a palm of Pannuo. Tsk... Another monk who sweeps the floor. Unfortunately, he doesn't have that strength.]

[Shaolin Fangzheng is suspicious. You have already suspected Shaolin. He is eager to make a break. But as the saying goes, the more you do, the more mistakes you make. This deepens your suspicion.]

[Fangzheng has set up the Eighteen Arhats formation in Shaolin, and Benming, who is in the pseudo-innate realm, is hidden in the dark. Surprise?]

[If you don't go to Shaolin, Fangzheng will suffer in the worries and suspicions for a day. This is the greatest torture for him.]

[Even if there are all the Buddhas in the sky, they can't comfort his fear of death. After all, he is just a mortal, not a Buddha.]

"I think I should go to Shaolin and make a conclusion for what happened that year." Yue Yuchen said while looking at the system narration.

Linghu Chong was not surprised and asked, "Do we need to ask the master to send a letter to Shaolin so that we can formally pay homage?"

Yue Yuchen thought about it, shook his head and said, "No need, let's give Shaolin some respect."

………………

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, Yue Yuchen followed the quiet ancient road and climbed up the steps step by step.

In the terraced fields at the foot of the mountain, a group of old hunchbacked figures had finished their day's work and began to return home.

At this time, the sky was getting darker, and the sound of evening drums had already sounded in the huge temple complex in the distance. In the night, the sound of monks chanting scriptures came from afar. What a Buddhist holy place.

Unfortunately, although this scene was beautiful, Yue Yuchen disdained it. The old farmer who returned late from the field had already shown how serious Shaolin's exploitation was.

No matter how magnificent it was, it could not cover up the smell of money that could not be concealed. Yue Yuchen couldn't help but think of a sentence he saw on the Internet in his previous life: Taoist priests in troubled times use swords to save the people, and monks in prosperous times go out to make money.

With this thought, Yue Yuchen no longer had the heart to visit. He immediately took light steps, passing by the green mountains and the ancient temple like a flash of light, and headed towards Fangzheng.

In the abbot's courtyard, as soon as Yue Yuchen landed, he heard a voice: "Amitabha". Then eighteen figures jumped out from the darkness and surrounded him in the center. They were the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin.

Yue Yuchen looked at the shadows in the corner of the wall on the left without even looking at them: "Come out!"

"Amitabha" an old Buddhist chant sounded, and then an old monk in a gray monk's robe walked out.

"Donor, I've been waiting for a long time!" the old monk saluted.

Yue Yuchen glanced at him. Although his martial arts skills were good, the gap between him and himself was not worth mentioning. With a questioning and affirmative tone, Yue Yuchen asked: "You killed Zuo Lengchan!"

The old monk put his hands together and said: "Zuo is deeply possessed by the devil. He may bring disaster to the people. I have to help him. Amitabha..."

Yue Yuchen sneered: "I hate hypocritical bald donkeys like you the most."

Then he changed the subject and asked...

"During the sword energy dispute on Mount Hua, there was a man on the mountain with a scar on his head. You killed him, didn't you?"

"When Master Feng was not on Mount Hua, it was your people who secretly instigated the idea, right? Otherwise, how dare you go to Mount Hua secretly?"

"You monks are really hypocriticalHe was so cruel that he even killed his own accomplices just to avoid any excuses. But how could you forget the scars on his head?"

"Enough," a low voice sounded, and then the door of the abbot's room was opened, revealing an old monk with gray eyebrows and beard, wearing a scarlet cassock.

Yue Yuchen glanced at him with disdain: "Why, Fangzheng, dare to do but not to say? I thought you didn't dare to come out to see people?"

"Amitabha"

Fangzheng bowed his head and chanted a Buddhist name, then lowered his eyebrows and said: "Since the rise of Huashan Sect, Master Yue defeated Dongfang Bubai in the battle of Hengshan, I knew that this day would come. I just didn't expect..."

"Didn't expect this day to come so early?" Yue Yuchen asked.

"No," Fangzheng shook his head...

"It's too late. Since the battle of Hengshan, I have been trapped by the inner demons every day and can hardly sleep at night. ”

“Uncle Benming saw that I had a demon in my heart, so he killed Donor Zuo in an attempt to save me, but I don’t know how Donor Zuo can save this disaster?”

Yue Yuchen sneered…

“Save yourself?”

“You bald donkeys are really hypocritical.”

“More than 70 ancestors of my Huashan Sect died in your conspiracy. Now you want to become a Buddha right away just by saying lay down your butcher knife.”

“Fangzheng, do you think your Buddha dares to have a demon like you?”

Fangzheng lowered his head and sighed…

“The Buddha said that there is no self, no person, no sentient beings, and no life. As an old monk in the Buddhist sect, I should leave all traces of the world.”

“However, I am concerned about Shaolin, so I step on the wrong path step by step and do all kinds of wrong things.”

“Fangzheng, you should commit suicide! "Yue Yuchen looked at the crescent moon in the sky and said without any emotion.

"The abbot is responsible for the safety of Buddhism, and he must not be distracted by the evil spirits," Ben Ming stopped him and looked at Yue Yuchen, "You evil creature, dare to mess up my Buddhism..."

A murderous intent flashed in Yue Yuchen's eyes, and a sword light appeared. The old monk Ben Ming's throat "clucked" twice, and then there was no sound.

"You..." Fang Zheng felt a pain in his heart and looked at Yue Yuchen. There was sadness, shock, and fear in his eyes, but no regret.

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price, right? Fang Zheng, don't you think that as long as you admit your mistake, this matter can be treated as if it didn't happen? "Yue Yuchen sneered.

The eighteen Arhats around exchanged glances, and immediately rushed forward, cooperating seamlessly, each using their own unique skills to cover the acupoints around Yue Yuchen.

Yue Yuchen's footsteps shook, and eighteen figures appeared densely on the spot, each corresponding to a monk. Before they could surround him, blood flowers bloomed from their necks, dyeing the area red.

Yue Yuchen sighed, his figure shook, and his palm pressed on Fangzheng's forehead. He looked at the abbot's room and sneered, then jumped away.

After a long time, the door of the abbot's room behind Fangzheng was opened again, revealing Fangsheng's figure. He sniffed his brother's breath, then lowered his head and sighed.

Until The next day, the Medicine Buddha Hall received news that the hall had been robbed last night, including the Da Huan Dan, Xiao Huan Dan, and many prescriptions for strengthening muscles and bones, consolidating the body and nourishing the essence.

Fang Sheng just said he knew, and suppressed the matter, and dealt with Fang Zheng's funeral.

………………

The cold pond at the back of the Blackwood Cliff.

Yue Yuchen appeared here in a flash, and he didn't know why, but suddenly he felt a lot of emotion and wanted to see this only companion.

After sighing for a while, Yue Yuchen's figure flashed and disappeared.

Under the cold pond, Dongfang Bubai's body floated quietly. At a certain moment, her fingers trembled, as if it was an illusion, and there was no sound.