Sealing Sword Chapter 104: Explore

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Xie Li followed Xue Chanyi and turned around one step at a time. The latter had to move to the left compartment before the sun set, so as not to get through the pass as soon as possible.

Ye Fusheng only asked Xie Li to tell Duanheng that he didn't need to worry, he wanted to get acquainted with the next path, so he went back later. After seeing the two of them leave, he looked back, and stroked the pit of the bark with his fingers, and suddenly pulled the small piece of bark off with force, looking like it had been torn apart by a beast.

He clapped his hands and went to the front yard without staying here.

It’s midday now, and Xiangji’s cook prepares food in the morning and prepares food. Those family sects have high self-esteem, and they refuse to eat in the same room with these dragons and snakes, so they have to bring food boxes to them. Going to the wing, the rest of the people gathered in the dining hall to eat.

Ye Fusheng rubbed his clothes indiscriminately, the original neat clothes had a few more folds, and he looked more old-fashioned, and then messed up his hair a little, and the whole person became a prodigal. He changed his expression again, looking a lot gloomy, and picked up a piece of charcoal at the corners of his eyebrows and eyebrows. Although his face had not changed a lot, he looked at something strange, so he mixed in the crowd and brought a bowl of green tofu with vegetables. People fight tables.

Seeing eyebrows dancing and talking loudly, Ye Fusheng didn't take the initiative to inquire. Instead, he took a few words from these messy and noisy sounds, and occasionally threw out a sentence or two, which seemed to agree, but actually quietly guided the topic, and finally heard These people talked about useful things.

The man with a knife at the side table said to his companion: "I heard that the people at Qingfengmen left the mountain this morning."

Ye Fusheng calmly scooped a spoonful of soup, and listened to the other person: "It's time to go. Forty people have come from right and left. Over the past seven days, fighting Wu Lianzhan has injured most of them, and has no chance to win. It's better to leave first."

"I remember that Zhengyang Sect had no grievances with them. Why did you remove one of the Qingfengmen disciples yesterday?"

"When the war is on the rise, the sword has no eyes, but the skill is not as good as the human. Who is it to blame?" The man knocked the tea bowl, violent, "Let me say that Wuxiang Temple can't help but martial arts is excellent. Yes, lest cats and dogs occupy seats at the conference, causing trouble and wasting time. If you have self-knowledge, you should go back to school early for another two years, otherwise don’t blame others for missing arms and legs."

All the people present were martial arts practitioners, and he didn't suppress his words. For a while, the atmosphere in the dining hall solidified, and some people were still eating vegetables and soup, but their eyes were already showing evil spirits.

Ye Fusheng slowly sandwiched a piece of tofu, only to feel that the crowds of people seemed to be pretended to be shells by wild beasts. No matter how they looked at them, they were a fierce aspect of choosing people.

With a "pop", someone put his chopsticks on the table, came over with a sword, and shouted to the man who uttered rants: "You have the courage to speak out, don't know if you have the ability? Next Song Wei, Xin Wei Disciple Konghua, I would like to ask for some advice."

Ye Fusheng glanced at the two of them. Song Wei was young but not weak inside. The speaker was older and had well-proportioned hands. He was obviously a good hand with a knife.

The two men fight half-way on the basis of their skills alone. If they talk about methods and experience, this young man is afraid that he will suffer.

Ye Fusheng chewed the dishes in his mouth carefully, even when the two of them went out, his eyes were not clear. However, when he was sitting like a mountain, there were many people around him uncomfortable. Either put down the bowls and chopsticks to call for friends, or picked up the weapon and looked coldly. In a blink of an eye, a lot of people walked in the dining hall, but suddenly it was empty. Come down.

Most of the fire workers and monks who distribute meals are not surprised. Only a small number of people show disapproval, and they do not say anything at all, so they do their own thing and maintain the illusion of orderliness.

Ye Fusheng is still chewing slowly on the green tofu, which is short of oil and salt, as if it is some delicacy, even a mouthful of soup will slowly slide through his throat.

A monk next to him looked interesting, and when he finally put his chopsticks, he smiled and asked: "Is the donor also a vegetarian?"

Ye Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head, looking quite embarrassed, and said: "It's just looking, commonplace. It's just a bit hungry and thirsty all the way. Suzhai is not inferior to wine and food, so he couldn't help being greedy. Many more, thank you for your hospitality."

The monk joined his hands and said: "Xiangji Kitchen has not enough staff. Fortunately, Jiansi has hired a new kitchen worker for this meeting. It is very good to be able to meet the taste of the donor. I dare not thank you."

There were other monks around who looked at Ye Fusheng a few times, and they looked like a straightforward silly boy on the left and right. They did not see anything unusual, and then looked back.

Ye Fusheng chatted a few words casually, and followed the others out of the dining hall. He could feel the strange gazes following them, but he only relaxed his body and seemed to disappear into the crowd if he didn't feel it. in.

Not far from the dining hall is the martial arts field. Ye Fusheng wanted to see the situation, but when he saw a person walking towards the dining hall on the promenade, he brushed past the other side with a whisper. : "Cixin Lake is waiting for you, come here soon."

That person was Xuan Su, he was in a hurry, but he unexpectedly met Ye Fusheng here. Although the other party did not look back, his voice was easy to recognize. Xuan Su whispered back, but he was not so stupid that his feet changed color, and he continued to the dining hall.

The Lake of Compassion is not far behind the Guanyin Temple. It is a secluded place with few people. Ye Fusheng went one step first and made sure that there were no idlers. Then he looked for a big tree and stood up, hiding among the branches and leaves, watching all directions.

Xuan Su didn't let him wait for a long time, and he arrived here soon. Ye Fusheng picked a leaf and threw it over, just passing his face. The latter looked along the way, and saw a hand sticking out of the branches and leaves, hooking his finger at him.

When Xuan Su turned over, Ye Fusheng saw that he was holding an oil paper bag in his hand and smiled: "Hungry?"

Xuan Su nodded and said: "Sixai went with Uncle Master to visit Abbot Sejian, Master Uncle stayed in Yunshui Hall to give a lecture with the abbot, and let me leave first. Meals in the temple have been delivered to the left side. , But I walked a long way from the quiet room, I simply went to the dining hall, I didn’t expect to meet you."

Ye Fusheng opened the paper bag, and Xuan Su hurriedly took a steamed bun and two bean cakes in order to come to see him. He picked up the bean cake and tasted it, then handed the steamed bun to Xuan Su, but broke the remaining bean cake into fine pieces, and said: "Eat the steamed bun to cushion your stomach first. You can save this bean cake first."

Xuan Su just bit the steamed bun. Hearing the words, it was a meal. He looked up and said: "There is a problem in the bean cake?"

Ye Fusheng took out a towel and wiped his hands: "Since I picked three dishes and one soup in the dining hall, I ate them carefully, and found that except for corn and steamed buns, everything else was drugged."

Xuan Su's face changed, and the steamed buns couldn't even take care of them. He stretched out his hand to check his pulse: "Then why do you want to eat?"

"If I don't try it, how do I know what the problem is?" Ye Fusheng avoided his hand, "You don't have to panic, I can be sure if I dare to consume it, not to mention that this medicine is not very poisonous and does not hurt your life. , But it is easy to stimulate the blood circulation of the martial artist, and is prone to mania after being catalyzed by internal force."

Xuan Su has seen few people in the world, but his mind is very transparent. When he was about to turn his thoughts, his eyes became cold: "In the past seven days, before the opening of the martial arts conference, many participants have experienced martial arts. Fighting conflicts, there is no shortage of seriously injured people."

"The people behind the scenes are clever. They don't stabb someone with a knife, but they make people self-harm." Ye Fusheng wrapped the bean dregs and handed him, "The other party can send someone to sneak into the Xiangji kitchen and take the opportunity to do things in the meal. The dissemination manpower lurked in various sects waiting for opportunities to provoke them, and even buried secret piles in the Wuxiang Temple to cooperate with the outside world, and had to say good things."

Xuan Su's voice turned cold: "I'm afraid there are not many people with this kind of ability in the arena, and there should be fewer people covering the sky with one hand."

"It seems that you and I have guessed something, but the guess is only a guess, and you can also startled by nothing." Ye Fusheng bent a leg and put his chin on his knee, "Speaking of which, you see the coloring today. Abbot, how do you feel?"

Xuan Su has a simple temperament and speaks straightforwardly: "It is better to be famous than to meet."

The abbot of Sejian is already a 60-year-old monk. Although he is not as famous as his junior Sekong as the "West Buddha", he is also a famous monk. He is very good at Zen and Buddhism. He has few martial arts accomplishments, and he has always been compassionate, and he is highly respected in the martial arts. Judging by Xuan Su's identity and temperament, there shouldn't be such an evaluation.

Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows: "I would like to hear the details."

Xuan Sudao: "Because of the speculation in the previous letter, the uncle master deliberately told him about the old things. Although the other party answered fluently, but when he switched to the Zen sutra morality, there were problems. Although the cross-examination was reasonable, he showed a secular contender. Although the Scriptures speak in words, they are not flexible and flexible. If such a person is the brother of Xifo and the abbot of Wuxiang, I am afraid Wuxiang Temple will become a yellow flower tomorrow."

Ye Fusheng hit the nail on the head: "So you suspect that he is fake?"

Although Li Daitao’s method is good, it takes a lot of time and effort to imitate a person perfectly. Especially for a monk like Sejian, in addition to understanding his style of behavior, his full economy is also a problem.

The cultivator understands the mind, and the Buddhist cultivator realizes the opportunity of Zen. The three springs and one long spring are not a day's work.

So Xuan Su asked: "Should it not?"

"But if you can see the problem, Master Duanheng will not understand? If he is true, how can he keep Master Duanheng in the Yunshuitang to continue the discussion?" Ye Fusheng smiled. "Looking at people and things can't be superficial, Yunshu, you look very detailed, but not deep enough."

Xuan Su's thoughts turned sharply: "You mean... Abbot Sejian deliberately exposed such a flaw, he is warning me and Uncle Duanheng? I have to leave Uncle Uncle in Yunshuitang, and there is something to secretly tell. ?"

Ye Fusheng said: "Are there any outsiders around when you met the abbot?"

Xuan Sudao: "Master Seruo of Jiansi was also present. He wanted to leave with me, but was left by the abbot to talk about Zen."

The corner of Ye Fusheng's mouth curled up: "In this way, we can't be tired."

Xuan Su was stunned for a moment, and listened to Ye Fusheng's words: "Seen the abbot finally borrowed the teacher's uncle to come, and dragged the dark pile for us, how can we miss the opportunity?"

It is false for the abbot to leave Duanheng to discuss the truth, and the secret message is also second. The real purpose is the master Seruo who was left behind by him.

It is not easy to infiltrate the Wuxiang Temple. Therefore, the hidden stake cannot be a Sweeping monk. It must have a high position in order to open the door for the black hand behind the scenes. Compared with the abbot of the Buddha of Enlightenment, it is perennial. It is easier to control the monastery of vulgar objects.

Because he is in control of the affairs of Wuxiang Temple, he can insert the stakes one by one in an orderly manner, and he can also restrain the abbot of Sejian by surprise.

In order to avoid extra-junctions, I am afraid that at first they did not think about actually inviting the Tai to the palace. Instead, the abbot of Sejian noticed the incident and deliberately changed the handwriting to write the invitation, which caused a warning in such a cryptic way.

The arrival of Duan Heng was a point of breaking the deadlock. Se Ruo was supposed to monitor Hue to see the abbot continue to pretend to be a puppet, but he did not expect that the other party would use Duan Heng to be an army and trap him in Yunshui Hall.

"The abbot’s letter is secretly laid out. It can be seen that one of Hengming and Hengyuan must be in collusion with Se Ruo." Xuan Su’s mind turned quickly, “Now Se Ruo is trapped, and that person has heard the wind. We will definitely change the deployment, this is our chance to follow the vine!"

Ye Fusheng rubbed off the black lines on the brows lined by charcoal, and smiled: "I have secretly inquired, Hengming is at the gate of the mountain to help inform the guests and monks, and Hengyuan went back to the room to rest."

After a pause, Ye Fusheng looked up at the sky: "It's overcast today, and the mountains and forests are hidden, so I can walk in the dark."