Sealing Sword Chapter 114: Changes

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That was an unremarkable monk.

Forty years old, of medium build, with ring scars on the top of his head, and traces of perennial sweeping on his palms, it looks nothing surprising.

He was pushed out, with a cowardly and terrified expression. When he saw Ye Fusheng and Xuansu, his face was pale, shaking like chaff, unable to say a whole sentence.

Hengyuan said warmly: "Fayuan, please explain what happened tonight-have you ever seen these two donors go up to the tower? Why did the disciples in the tower die? What do you know?"

The monk called "Fayuan" carefully looked at the crowd, hid his body behind Hengyuan, and began to cry: "Just after Yinshi, the brothers of the same value as me shouted abdominal pain one after another. Then he fell down and died, bleeding from the seven orifices, so scary."

Neither Xuan Su nor Ye Fusheng walked in. Naturally, they didn't know what was going on below the seventh floor. Now hearing his cry, Ye Fusheng frowned, but Xuan Su's face was even colder.

Hengming asked urgently: "But poisoning?"

Fayuan said: "It was poisoning. I just boiled the water and drank it. Unexpectedly, I swallowed something terrible when I was underwater."

Ye Fusheng asked, "Who burns the water? Why are you all right?"

Fayuan glanced at him and said, “The brother Famiao who boiled water has also been poisoned to death. At that time, I and Fajue, Fazhen, and Faxing were all in the water, so I escaped. Jie, I wanted to go out and shout, but saw that the door was opened with a knife. We were afraid that the black hand came and lay on the ground pretending to be dead, squinting to see the two donors entering through the door, and seeing the dead bodies everywhere. Panicked and went upstairs."

Xuan Su was amazed by the thief shouting and catching the thief. Ye Fusheng raised his eyelids: "Did you see us come up with your own eyes? Why didn't you hurry up and call for help after we came up?"

Fayuan flinched: "I am not a monk, and I am not a martial artist. The three juniors went upstairs to stop you by themselves. They kept me guarding the big bell. If they fail to stop you, they will ring the bell to warn you... I waited for some time below, and suddenly heard a noise from outside. When I looked at the window, it was Fajue and Faxing that two brothers and sisters fell down one after another..."

This person is very good at singing and writing. Although he did not point at Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su to curse the murderer, he was able to reverse the black and white. He cried out and made the people around him even more angry. Eye knives flew over, no The young man had already turned on his weapon, and it seemed that Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su had become the demon like Zhao Qing.

Hengyuan pressed his palm to stop the noise, and looked at the two: "What else can you say?"

Xuan Su raised his eyes, but did not answer, "Are the Abbot Sejian and my Uncle Duanheng both here?"

As soon as this statement came out, someone yelled angrily: "Does Master Xuan Su think that I am not qualified to ask you sin?"

Xuan Sudao: "If you want to add a crime, you should wait to ask? Or ask the abbot to come and make a clear decision."

Heng Ming said: "What Fayuan said is not enough to convict?"

Ye Fusheng opened his mouth and said: "If it is a one-sided word, it can be used as an iron proof. I don't know how many unjust, false and wrong cases will be in the yamen."

Hengyuan looked at him: "So right now, can the Ye donor prove his innocence?"

"Self-certification is not counted as innocence, but there are some questions, I hope you can solve your doubts." Ye Fusheng raised a finger, "First, these three masters are proficient in martial arts and can help two monks. Busy?"

Fayuan hesitated for a moment, but Hengming replied: "All martial arts are ordinary, and they are not considered strong among monks."

"That's weird. Since martial arts is not enough to help the two monks, why not just watch the big bell with Master Fayuan, and can also separate hands to seek help from nearby towers?" Fayuan argued, Ye Fu Sheng said again, "Secondly, how are the martial arts of these two monks?"

Heng Ming said: "Although the two uncle masters are old, their muscles and bones are still strong, their internal strength is strong, and their martial arts are advanced. When the two join forces, only the uncle of the temple can draw a draw."

"Everyone can see it clearly. The two high-ranking monks were both knives in their vests. They were killed in one blow, and there were no other injuries on their bodies." Xuan Su coldly said: "Poverty Dao is twenty eight this year, and the floating life is not enough. The two together are not as old as one of the senior monks. Can they be killed in a flash?"

Hengming was startled, and the others also reacted, with hesitation on their faces.

Hengyuan finally spoke again: "If it is a ghost trick, it is impossible to prevent it."

"There is a saying that'open spears are easy to hide and dark arrows are hard to defend.' This makes sense." Ye Fusheng smiled, "I'm not talented about this matter, but I found some."

Hengyuan squinted his eyes, and saw Ye Fusheng walk up 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, then she swallowed her refusal, pulled out a silver hairpin and handed it to him, saying: "Left and right hairpin, just use it, but if you can’t give it Evidence, I will have to do it later."

"As it should be." Ye Fusheng smiled and turned back to the two old monks. First, he opened his clothes and landed on one knee, and put his palms together in a salute. Then he looked up and looked up: "You have to deal with the master. Please forgive me for being disrespectful."

Fayuan's face changed, and he was about to speak to stop him, but was secretly held by Hengyuan.

He looked at Hengyuan's face sideways, the young monk's face remained silent, but his eyes congealed with a deep sigh, but he disappeared in a flash.

The voice fell, Ye Fusheng had inserted the silver hairpin into an old monk's dantian. This hairpin was six inches long, and the old monk was thin and thin. This time it was almost whole. When he took out the silver hairpin, he saw the original silver. The bright hairpin turned black.

He held the silver hairpin with a 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', but these ghost tricks can be accomplished overnight? I waited until noon yesterday. Xiangji, even if it’s really unsettled, how long and precise arrangement will it take to make the two monks unconsciously poisoned?"

Hengming murmured: "The two masters and uncles have profound skills. Ordinary poisons can't do nothing. They will be forced out by internal forces when they enter the body. They can only be slowly figured out. However, the water and food sent here do not pass through the Xiangji kitchen. It’s prepared by a dedicated person, and no problem will go wrong..."

"Master Hengming said so, then the third question is coming--the poison does not come from water and food, and where does it come from?" Ye Fusheng changed hands and picked up the incense on the stove, and saw everyone present, "Yue The former Guyang City Broken Water Villa will win the battle. You must have immersive heroes. I wonder if you are familiar with it?"

There was a moment of silence around, I don’t know who yelled: "Soul Burial Palace, Step Xueyao!"

As soon as these six words came out, it was like boiling water poured into a boiling oil pan. Numerous oil splashes were exploded in a "noxious" manner. When splashed on a person, it would hurt from the skin to the bone, and no one would speak for a while.

Until Ye Fusheng broke the silence, he looked at Fayuan hiding behind Hengyuan: "Master, you said that you are a Sweeping Monk in this tower, so it is your duty to replace the incense case. It’s poisonous, and it’s accumulating misfortunes. Do you really know nothing? The monks don’t slander, beware of the **** of tongue-out."

Fayuan's face is pale: "I, I..."

Xuan Su spoke at the right time, telling him all about the reason for coming here and the thrilling experience of Shicai, and he will definitely look at him: "You said you saw me enter the tower with your own eyes, but we all climbed Ascending the tower, due to poor skill and poor performance, a piece of shingle was crushed on the fourth floor, and it was inserted into the fence with finger force to stabilize the body. If you don't believe it, you can check it out. Then, did the master see ghosts? "

Suddenly the situation reversed, everyone's eyes fell on Fayuan, and he was forced to confess, Hengyuan also showed a shocked expression, and said: "What is the truth? Tell me!"

Fayuan's back trembled, and he sat on the ground softly under his feet, his face like earthy color: "I..."

"Be careful!" Xuan Su shouted, Wuwei sword shot out, but it was still a step too late, I saw that the monk who was still shaking like a sifting chaff just rolled on the spot, swept his legs, and stood beside him. Hengyuan stumbled, and a short knife slipped from his opponent's sleeve and hit his throat!

Fayuan's face was completely cowardly, replaced by desperado's fierceness, the blade was tight, holding Hengyuan back step by step: "Get out of the way, or you will kill him."

The blade cut the skin and flesh, blood has leaked out. Even if Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su had determined that Hengyuan had a problem in their hearts, there was no evidence in the end. Moreover, under such circumstances, no one could die.

"Shicai said he does not know how to martial arts. Now that he has exposed this hand, it seems that he can't put it down, so he has to stabbing the knife." The woman who borrowed Ye Fusheng silver hairpin said with a cold voice, holding a long sword in her hand. After being out of the sheath, everyone else also drew out their weapons.

They waited, but none of them dared to act rashly.

Death to a monk may be insignificant, but that monk cannot be Hengyuan. He is a disciple of West Buddha. Even if he is not literary and martial arts, he is also important. If someone arrogantly leads to death, regardless of whether Sekong is held accountable or not, that person will never Better.

Hengyuan seemed to be stunned by this shocking change. He subconsciously struggled, and in exchange for a palm on the vest, his lips immediately became red.

Hengming was shocked upon seeing this: "Let go of Junior Brother Hengyuan!"

Coughed a mouthful of blood, but Hengyuan didn't say a word, and opposed the blade and ran into it. Everyone was shocked, but Fayuan reacted more quickly. The blade made a cut on his shoulder, pointed his acupuncture point, and spit: "Smelly monk, it's not so easy to find death! Wen is not a martial artist! No, my life is in my hands, I am in charge!"

After that, my stern eyes swept over everyone, especially Xuan Su and Ye Fusheng who took two stabs: "Keep away, otherwise the followers of West Buddha will be buried with me, no loss!"

Xuan Su curled his brows. He knew this was a play, but he couldn't move rashly. For a while, the hand holding the sword became loose and tight.

No matter whether Hengyuan was deliberately controlled to allow Fayuan to escape, or to wash away his suspicion, he had to say it was a good move.

Ye Fusheng watched Fayuan held Hengyuan stepping back, and quickly exited the cell, reaching the top of the stairs.

At this moment, a red silk came from the back pocket of Fayuan, wrapped around his neck like a snake, and dragged it down, causing the person's body to become unbalanced, and his hands became loose.

The opportunity is not to be lost, Hengyuan broke free from Fayuan's hands in embarrassment, and rolled on the spot to avoid the area within his reach. Hengming had already dashed forward, and his fist hit the opponent's head!

Hengming repaired the Prajna Sutra of Wuxiang Temple Martial Art. Even if you look at the rivers and lakes, the fist is so strong that there are few opponents. This fist burst out with anger, actually breaking his head, bleeding from his face, and rolling down. ladder.

An embroidered boot stepped over the corpse, and it was Xue Chanyi who suddenly appeared. Her temples were messy and her forehead was sweaty. When she saw them, she shouted: "Something happened in the Tibetan scripture building!"

As soon as the words came out, Hengyuan's pupils contracted, and Ye Fusheng could see clearly. This time, his eyes were all frightened, and there was no hypocrisy.

Ye Fusheng squinted his eyes, and learned from the people around him that there was a water leak in the Buddhist scripture building. It was because a night-reading monk accidentally overturned the candlestick and caused a fire. Fortunately, he was extinguished in time. Misfortune, so these people can come here separately.

Hengyuan lost his voice: "Didn't the fire in the Buddhist scripture building have gone out?"

Xue Chan's face was bloodless: "Such only extinguished the fire. Seeing that the abbot personally led people to move some scriptures in the pavilion, he did not expect that soon after they entered, the Buddhist scripture building suddenly changed dramatically and there was a loud roar. The fire burned suddenly, and the people who entered...none of them came out yet."

Hengming's face changed drastically, Hengyuan staggered a few steps, knelt on the ground softly under his feet.

Everyone was furious. What Xue Chanyi said was a situation that would only happen when gunpowder ignited, but how could there be such a thing in a Buddhist temple?

Looking at the corpse in the tower again, thinking about the residual fragrance and strange poison, the three words "Burial Soul Palace" are ready to come out, making people feel chilly.

However, Xuan Su didn't hear a word of these babbles.

His mind is blank, only the words Xue Chanyi just added in his ears--

"Dao Heng, the leader, is also inside."