Wang Wu and Baying quickly drew out their embroidered spring knives and blocked the door.

No one was allowed in, and no one was allowed to leave. Master Xinhu and Master Xinmei were blocked at the scene of the discovery.

When a group of people heard Lin Lang's voice, they all rushed over. Not only the monks from Northern Shaolin, but also many people from the Jianghu who stayed overnight.

"Senior Bai Xiaosheng is dead?!"

"What's going on? Who dares to harm Mr. Bai Lao? Who can harm him?"

Although Bai Xiaosheng is not good at martial arts, he is still a peak martial arts master. No one in this group of people is Bai Xiaosheng's opponent.

It seems that among the people who have been here in the past few days, Zhuge Gang and Lin Lang can do it, but Zhuge Gang has clearly left, and it is Lin Lang who spreads the news. Who is it?

Baying asked in a low voice: "Master Wang, who did this?"

He had just been brought back by Lin Lang, and such a big thing happened.

Wang Wu had received Lin Lang's instructions long ago and deliberately said loudly: "There are not many people who have the courage, and even fewer who can do it."

"Either it's Zhuge Gang from the Money Gang, or this person is among this group of people and uses some shameful methods."

All the people in the world were shocked: "You, please stop talking nonsense, how could we attack Senior Bai Xiaosheng?"

"It's just that it's too late for us to respect him. Besides, we are not rivals, and we have always been together."

They don't have the treatment of a separate monastery. They all live in Datongpu like ordinary monks, with ten people in a room.

This group of Jianghu people can also persevere. When traveling in Jianghu, it is common for them to eat and sleep in the open air.

Lin Lang said loudly: "Although Bai Xiaosheng is good at martial arts, he was not killed in a fight, but died of poisoning!"

"So everyone here is suspect."

"Who is against me? I came to Northern Shaolin and dared to poison Bai Xiaosheng in front of me?"

Lin Lang looked around at everyone with a cold face. No one dared to meet Lin Lang's eyes.

"Master Xinhu, Master Xinmei, and Baixiao, are you the only three in this courtyard when it comes to life and death?" Lin Lang suddenly asked.

Master Xinhu secretly yelled, "Oh no," why are you still suspicious of them?

He deliberately asked his junior brother's beloved to stay at the door because he was worried that Zhuge Gang would sneak in and assassinate Bai Xiaosheng.

He hoped more than other people in the world that Bai Xiaosheng could live, at least after the release of the new weapon spectrum, and leave Northern Shaolin before dying.

"Yes, but we..."

"Yes, that's fine." Lin Lang interrupted Master Xinhu's explanation, "Then you two were the first ones to see the corpse. Can you see the person who poisoned it?"

Xinhu and Xinmei breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Lin Lang had not placed the crime of murder on them. From this point of view, Lin Lang was still a good official.

The eyebrows clasped together: "I didn't see it. It was the poor monk who saw Mr. Bai Lao's death first and called the senior brother over to discuss how to find the murderer."

"Now that Mr. Lin is here, it would be best to leave it to Mr. Lin to solve the problem."

In this way, what happened to Bai Xiaosheng can be blamed on Lin Lang. If Northern Shaolin cannot hand over the murderer in the future, it can also be said that Lin Lang did not solve the crime and it has nothing to do with Northern Shaolin.

"Did Bai Xiaosheng die of poisoning?" Lin Lang asked again.

"Yes." Both Xinmei and Xinhu were checked. There were no other injuries, but they died of poisoning.

But they had no idea what kind of poison they were poisoned, how they were poisoned, and when they were poisoned.

Lin Lang looked at the others: "Everyone, please report each other. If anyone knows anyone who knows how to poison, or can get poison, please point it out, so as not to implicate yourself."

"I'm not sure, there are assassins from Qingyi Tower mixed in."

The group of Jianghu people who were originally crowded together dispersed in an instant, wary of each other.

If someone knew how to poison, would he sprinkle a handful of poison powder or throw a poison dart when someone pointed it out?

Xinhu and Xinmei also looked at each other, could they really be the assassins of Qingyi Tower?

Their relationship with the Tsing Yi Tower is extremely bad. The Tsing Yi Tower even killed many disciples from Northern Shaolin. How dare they send people to the temple to kill people this time?

"He, if he knows medicine, he will definitely know how to poison." Someone pointed at a man who looked like a barefoot doctor and said.

"You, you are talking nonsense. I am a doctor who treats diseases and saves people. How can I poison others? Besides, I am here to enter the weapons spectrum, so how can I harm him? I have never been to his yard, how can I poison him?

poison?"

After a while, seven people were pointed out and said they knew how to poison. These seven people were all defending themselves and cursing those who testified against them.

The seven people even looked at each other, because they all knew that if they didn't do it themselves, then it could only be one of the other six people.

There was a commotion around, and someone was shouting: "Mr. Lin, the murderer must be one of the seven people. Take them all back, and they will confess after being tortured."

"Huh?" Lin Lang glanced at the Jianghu man who said torture, "In your eyes, do I, the Imperial Guard, have to submit to torture?"

"I've seen it, and none of these seven people are."

"You are so cowardly, how dare you poison Bai Xiaosheng?"

He said anxiously: "Sir, maybe they concealed it well? If they are not, then who is the murderer?"

Lin Lang looked at his eyebrows and said, "I've calculated with my fingers that the person who poisoned me must be bald. Do you really not know who else knows how to use poison?"

Xinhu and Xinmei were both stunned. What did Lin Lang mean? Did he suspect that someone from Northern Shaolin did it?

Many Jianghu people also whispered and looked at Xinhu and Xinmei with suspicious eyes.

My eyebrows were angry: "Northern Shaolin is a pure place of Buddhism, and I have never used poison as a method!"

He still had something to say. If Northern Shaolin really wanted to kill Bai Xiaosheng, would he need to use poison?

Those whose martial arts from Northern Shaolin are better than those of Bai Xiaosheng can be counted with both hands!

Lin Lang looked at his eyebrows: "Do you think I came here today because I was really here for Bai Xiaosheng?"

"I came here to arrest a prisoner of the imperial court. I met Bai Xiaosheng, but it just happened to be a meeting with him."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Xinhu, is there one among your brothers named Xinjian?"

Master Xinhu's expression changed: "Master Lin, why are you asking Junior Brother Xinjian?"

He knew that Xinjian was a wanderer who had become a monk on the way, but how did outsiders know about this?

"Call him out. I have something to ask him."

Soon, a monk with fine features came out. He looked to be no more than thirty years old. If he wore a hat, some people would believe him even if he said he was a scholar.

Lin Lang walked in front of the monk Xinjian and said: "Xinjian, formerly named Ou, is known in the world as Qiqiao Scholar."

"These seven skills are Qinggong, swordsmanship, palm skills, fingering skills, boxing skills, hidden weapons and...poisoning. There are more than 13 recorded cases of poisoning committed by him, each of which was horrifying, with a total of seventy-six victims.

.”

Monk Xinjian clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk Xinjian is not a single owl."

Lin Lang sneered and said: "Why, do you think that after changing your name, you are no longer the murderer who has done all kinds of evil?"

"Xinhu, Xinmei, have you been deceived, or are you saying that Northern Shaolin is a place where evil and evil gather together?!"

This was a heart-wrenching remark. My sister knew that it would be useless for Northern Shaolin to deny it. Lin Lang wouldn't care at all.

If it is sophistry, maybe the court will have an excuse to deal with Northern Shaolin.

Master Xinmei lowered his head: "Amitabha, if he is really Shan E, then Northern Shaolin must have been deceived. He should have used a pseudonym when he became a monk."

Master Xinhu looked at Lin Lang: "Master Lin, do you have any evidence?"

"Even if he was once a single owl, he has now changed his ways. Why do you have to force me so hard?"

Letting Lin Lang arrest Xinjian in front of so many Jianghu people has already had a lot of impact on the reputation of Northern Shaolin. If he is now identified as the murderer of Bai Xiaosheng, will the reputation of Northern Shaolin still be lost?

Lin Lang laughed loudly: "You monks are really interesting. You can be forgiven if you change your ways. But what about the innocent people who were harmed by him?"

"Did I burn down all of Northern Shaolin with a fire, and then I said that I wanted to change my past, change my name, and occasionally recite sutras, then everything would be fine?"

He stared at Master Xinhu. If the old monk dared to say yes, he would dare to let people set fire to it.

Anyway, he didn’t do it himself, and he won’t be the one to become a monk when the time comes.

Monk Xinjian looked at Lin Lang: "Sir, you keep saying that the poor monk is a single owl. Let's not say whether this is true. Why did the poor monk kill Mr. Bai Lao?"

"The poor monk has been in the temple now, chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha every day. He has no grudge against Mr. Bai Lao."

"It's even more impossible for someone to pay a poor monk to kill him, because the poor monk doesn't need money in the temple."

The gangsters were like puppets, their heads turned to Lin Lang.

"Because you teamed up with Bai Xiaosheng to steal the martial arts secrets from the Sutra Pavilion!"

Wow~~~

When these words were spoken, everyone in the world was in an uproar. Even some of the Northern Shaolin monks who were watching were shocked by these words.

Stealing the martial arts secrets from the Sutra Pavilion is a serious crime.

Xinhu and Xinmei were both stunned, looking at Xinjian in disbelief.

Because the Sutra Pavilion was indeed found stolen before, so their third junior brother who was guarding the Sutra Pavilion was still thinking about it.

I originally thought it was Chu Liuxiang and Sikong Zhaixing, the four top thieves in the world, but I didn't expect that they were actually insiders.

But why?

Xinjian has not long since joined Northern Shaolin. He is qualified to learn some of the seventy-two unique skills of Northern Shaolin, so why steal?

What is the relationship between him and Bai Xiaosheng?

No wonder Xinjian met Bai Xiaosheng several times after he came to Northern Shaolin.

At that time, they thought that they were still aware of the world, but now it seems that they may have conspired with Bai Xiaosheng to steal the scriptures.

Xinhu quickly rushed into Bai Xiaosheng's room and quickly found a box under the bed, which was said to be used by Bai Xiaosheng to store weapons manuals.

Opening the box, there are more than a dozen martial arts secret books inside.

"Did you see it? This is the evidence. Maybe the two of them shared the spoils unevenly. Maybe Bai Xiaosheng threatened Xinjian to steal more secret books, so Xinjian became murderous."

"If I hadn't happened to find out some personal information when I was investigating the Plum Blossom Thief, I might not have been able to guess this."

"Shan E, do you have anything else to argue with?"

Monk Xinjian was confused. Maybe someone in the world could know about Shan E's affair, but how did Lin Lang know about his stealing scriptures?

He didn't tell any outsiders about this.

When he knew Bai Xiao's life and death, he was actually very happy.

In this way, no one will know about the things he did.

Moreover, he can find a way to destroy Bai Xiaosheng's relics and leave the Ming Dynasty with the secrets he has memorized in the future. He will definitely create a first-class world power. Isn't it much better than staying here and becoming a monk?

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"I didn't kill him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shan Ou clicked his feet and flew directly over the heads of many Jianghu people and flew towards the outside of the hall.

This Qinggong is definitely not the Qinggong body method of Northern Shaolin, and many people in the world are sure that this monk Xinjian is Shan E, a scholar of Qiqiao.

Shan E knew very well that if he was caught, even by people from Northern Shaolin, he would not end well. If he stole the secret book of the Sutra Pavilion, the Discipline Academy would not let him go.

Master Xinhu pulled off the rosary beads from his neck, cut off the string, swept his sleeves, and turned the rosary beads into a hidden weapon, hitting Shan Ou.

Shan E turned a corner in mid-air and completely avoided those beads.

"Hmph, I have done so many things for Northern Shaolin, and now Northern Shaolin wants to kill me. Let's see."

When he crossed the door and was about to escape into the distance, Wang Wu suddenly raised his sleeve, and a short arrow flew out of his sleeve, hitting Shan E directly in the back of the heart.

Shan Ou screamed and fell from the sky.

He never imagined that an inconspicuous Jin Yiwei would have such a top-notch concealed weapon, and when he launched it, he was just at the moment when his old power was exhausted and new power had not yet been generated.

Lin Lang and others quickly ran over and saw Shan E foaming at the mouth. He was deeply poisoned and was obviously hopeless.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What are you doing? Who asked you to kill him? He hasn't found his accomplices yet!" Lin Lang said angrily.

Wang Wuzhan looked at Lin Lang tremblingly: "Sir, my subordinates just wanted to stop him, but unexpectedly he was hit by a poisonous arrow."

Lin Lang looked at Xinhu and Xinmei with regret on his face, making the two people feel hairy all over.

"Master Lin is as good as a god in cutting off the eucalyptus. This man actually deceived us and almost trapped Northern Shaolin into injustice. Fortunately, he has been executed."

Master Xinhu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the person died, it would be regarded as a death without evidence, at least it would not implicate Northern Shaolin, let alone Shaolin's unique skills.

"Huh, why don't you take his body away and show it to the public at the foot of the mountain?" Lin Lang looked angry.

Wang Wu carried Shan E's body down the mountain. Lin Lang turned around and said with regret: "I originally wanted to ask Bai Xiaosheng who is in the top ten of the weapon list this time, so that I can compare notes, now

It’s such a shame.”

"Why don't Northern Shaolin compile a new weapon manual? Aren't you the most powerful people in the world?"

Master Xinhu's eyes were twitching wildly: "I don't dare. Northern Shaolin doesn't know many martial arts secrets like Mr. Bai Lao, and it's impossible to make a fair list."

This Jin Yiwei commander is so bad. If Northern Shaolin really agreed to do this, wouldn't the Money Gang, the Sun Moon Sect, and other Jianghu people who are dissatisfied with the list all hate Northern Shaolin?

Even if everyone thinks the list is fair, the Money Gang, Sun Moon God Sect, etc. will think that Northern Shaolin is provoking a fight between the two sides, and they might join forces to deal with Northern Shaolin first.

There are no benefits to this matter whether it is good or bad, so I absolutely cannot agree to it.

"Okay, let's all leave. What happened this time is the uneven distribution of the spoils between Monk Xinjian and Bai Xiaosheng, and has nothing to do with Northern Shaolin."

"There are only a few hundred monks in Northern Shaolin who have become monks on the way. They can't all be evil villains like Monk Xinjian."

Master Xinhu: "???"

Why did he feel that the commander of the Jinyi Guard seemed to be deliberately targeting Northern Shaolin? Was this the intention of the imperial court?

He has only been in charge of Northern Shaolin for a few days, and Northern Shaolin's reputation in the world is about to drop a lot.

Watching Lin Lang and others leave, Master Xinhu and Master Xinmei sat together.

"This time, I, Northern Shaolin, will become the laughing stock of the world, and my reputation will plummet."

"But this is also an opportunity. We can just give in and continue to grow the money gang's power."

"Soon, there will be a battle between the Money Gang and the Sun and Moon Demon Sect."

Master Xinmei asked, "But if they take the opportunity to annex some of our Northern Shaolin territory and property, do we have to give in?"

Master Xinhu gritted his teeth: "Give in."

What is taken beforehand must be given beforehand.

Northern Shaolin has been closed down more than once. As a result, haven't those powerful sects at that time disappeared now? Northern Shaolin, on the other hand, is still standing.

It doesn't matter if there is no new weapon spectrum. The previous weapon spectrum can still be used to provoke a fight between the Money Gang and the Sun and Moon Demon Cult.

When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured.

But that's not enough, they want one dead and one injured.

…

At the bottom of the mountain, in Jinyiwei's tent.

Lin Lang took out a pill and put it into the mouth of Shan E who was lying on the ground.

Shan Ou, who originally seemed to have lost all his breath, breathed again after a moment, but he was still very weak.

Lin Lang spent some of his energy, and Shan E finally woke up.

He was about to escape, but found that his acupuncture points were pressed.

"Why am I not dead? What are you going to do?"

Lin Lang said with a smile: "Scholar Qiqiao, it is said that Bo Wenqiang memorized it. You have stolen so many unique skills from Northern Shaolin, so you must have memorized them."

"Write down all those secret books, and hand over your own martial arts inheritance. I don't have to kill you, otherwise I will make your life worse than death."

Early the next morning, Wang Wu came to Lin Lang's camp and said, "Sir, Shan E has already given his account, and his head has been shown to the public."

Lin Lang looked at Wang Wu with admiration, and he really understood what he meant.

He said he was not stupid, and his subordinates could be disobedient.

Wang Wu took off the sleeve arrow tied in his sleeve: "Sir, I'll give this back to you."

"You can keep it. If you are smarter, even if the grandmaster encounters you, he will die. What you did today was good."

After killing Bai Xiaosheng, let Bei Shaolin help take the blame, and by the way, I got some Shaolin stunts. This trip was so worth it.

But he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he only got this much from the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, so how can he do that?

You must work harder to collect all these seventy-two unique skills.

Wang Wu was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, sir. It's all thanks to your guidance."

"Sir, are we leaving like this? Why didn't we arrest some more monks from Northern Shaolin?"

Lin Lang rolled his eyes at Wang Wu: "Do you think those people you saw are the only ones in Northern Shaolin? There are many masters who haven't come out from the darkness. If they really get anxious, they may not dare to take action."

In Northern Shaolin, he could vaguely feel several powerful auras. It was indeed the top sect in the world.

You have to be fully prepared before you can deal with it again.

Or when his strength reaches a higher level and surpasses the great master, he can then deal with Northern Shaolin.

These seventy-two unique skills will be stored in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion for now and will be picked up later.
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