The originally quiet night of Xitan Temple suddenly felt like being plunged into the still water of a blazing coal fire. Flames and noises came and went, all surrounding this small wooden Buddhist scripture building. Under the firelight, the inscription "Fayun Pavilion" also shone.

wooden plaque.

The silhouettes of people looked like flowing fire, but the monks holding torches just stopped under the wooden building, lest someone accidentally burn the scriptures to ashes with a fire, and in the end there were only a few virtuous monks.

The Zen masters came together in the light of the fire, turned around the wooden ladder and appeared in front of Jiang Wen.

"Amitabha, why did the donor break into my Fayun Pavilion where the scriptures are stored late at night?"

The great pure monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, lowered his head and said to Jiang Wen. His voice was melodious and melodious, like a chant, but countless confusion could be heard.

Just as the old monks were going upstairs, Jiang Wen had already tied the King of Han's green sword around his waist again, stepped forward and stopped in front of Luo Shuang'er, looking thoughtfully at the window lattice that had been knocked open by the uninvited guest, and after a long time he

replied.

"Masters, I'm afraid tonight's matter will require a lot of talking. I don't want to harp on here right now. I'll just finish it with a few words."

Jiang Wen looked at the several old monks with a serious expression. The contrast between his tall and rickety figure was sharp in an instant, "Just now, a man in black broke into the temple with the intention of committing murder. After being hit by me, he fled in embarrassment, which triggered a fight."

Fighting. It's just that the Fayun Pavilion you mentioned has the smell of blood, and I don't know if someone was killed."

When several old monks heard this, their expressions gradually became serious, and they seemed to be aware of the strange smell in the air. However, facing Jiang Wen who had weapons in his hands, they did not dare to easily step forward to challenge him, so they all shouted in low voices.

After hearing the Buddha's name, he stood where he was without leaving, turned around and ordered people to search around the three-story wooden building.

At this time, the sutra shelf was tilted this way and that, the sutras were scattered in all directions, and the scent of rue was mixed with the vague smell of blood. At this time, in the eyes of the nervous people, the statue of Tathagata in the middle of Fayun Pavilion, who was happy to escape suffering, seemed to be quietly revealed.

A terrifying and wrathful Dharma appeared...

The timing of Jiang Wen's appearance was not very good. The man in black forcibly escaped, which meant that everyone only witnessed Jiang Wen appearing here alone. If someone died on the spot, then all suspicions would be on him.

On the head.

What's more important is that the man in black escaped, making all clues elusive. At least at this time, Jiang Wen couldn't guess whether they were trying to catch a thief.

As time passed bit by bit, something paradoxical happened. Several monks were sent out to search up and down the wooden scripture building. They even tried to lift the spider webs to take a closer look, but they still found nothing.

Find any strong clues.

After many comparisons, it was only confirmed that the second floor where Jiang Wen and the others were located had a particularly strong smell of blood. Several other monks also left and returned, reporting to the eminent monks that the monks in the temple were not missing and no one was found seriously injured.

Incurable situation.

"Hey, you guys don't seem to believe me, so Jiang won't stay here and make people annoying, so let's just leave."

Jiang Wen took the opportunity to leave, but several elderly Zen masters stood in front of them without saying a word.

"What? What other opinions do the masters have? Could it be that not only do you not believe me, but you also want to ask for an explanation?"

It's not that Jiang Wen looks down on these old monks. There are certainly people in this world who have matured over time and have superb skills. However, these people look haggard and have sloppy steps. At first glance, they look like eminent monks who don't care much about their skin.

As people who practice martial arts, one can tell at a glance that their veins are insufficient, their blood flow is weak, and their setting sun is gradually declining with age. They are by no means a person with martial arts skills. They dare to block the way at this time.

It can be interpreted as fearlessness.

"Amitabha. Don't be surprised, donor. All matters are entangled. Please ask Abbot Hongbian to make a decision when he arrives..."

Zen Master Dajing said, he didn't say too harshly, he just insisted on waiting for the abbot to come. At least this was not inconsistent with etiquette, and it was easier for people to accept it.

Jiang Wen thought for a while and stood there with Luo Shuang'er without leaving. He also wanted to see what kind of medicine these monks were selling in their gourds. Now that neither the murderer nor the victim had been found, what on earth did they want to do to avoid this senseless crime?

Head case.

Jiang Wen originally thought that the man in black was a figure in the Xitan Temple, but now it seems that he may actually be a murderer from outside. He just happened to be bumped into by him, and the two sides started fighting.

caused these troubles.

But if it were all a coincidence, it might not all be a coincidence. At least if a master like the man in black appeared in the Sidan Temple, it would definitely not be as simple as walking through the wrong door.

"Abbot Hongbian!"

There were calls coming one after another from the wooden building, and it was as lively as a shopping mall. Then a series of hurried and fast footsteps came, and they stepped directly onto the second floor of the wooden building. Several young and virtuous people

Before the old monk Shao had time to report the situation to him, he saw Abbot Hongbian passing through the crowd like a gust of wind, his cassocks rushing towards the depths of the Buddhist scriptures.

The belated arrival of the abbot made Jiang Wen a little suspicious, wondering whether he might be the man in black who was injured by him. At this time, he made a new appearance and made his debut, but Jiang Wen soon ruled out this possibility.

Because if the other party was hit by his own ecstasy palm, he would never be able to have such flexible skills.

More importantly, the more eccentric Abbot Hongbian's attitude becomes and ignores others, the more it proves that he is not here for show, but has a more important purpose.

Jiang Wen stared into the darkness and saw Abbot Hongbian, smelling of blood, walking straight to the Buddha statue on the second floor of the Sutra Collection Wooden Building. He stepped on the floor three times, and a mechanism suddenly protruded from the sutra shelf, and then

Use it as an armrest and push it inward, and a secret room suddenly opens in front of you, which is hidden in the gap between the Tathagata Buddha and the sutra shelf.

Several old monks had expressions of astonishment on their faces. It was obvious that even they did not know that there was such a place in the wooden building for storing scriptures. However, Jiang Wen was more concerned about the fact that after Abbot Hongbian's actions, he quickly came out of the closet.

He picked up a dark old monk covered in blood.

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The ghusl monk exclaimed, "Shouldn't he be meditating in seclusion on the mountain?"

The sudden turn of events left everyone dumbfounded. Only Abbot Hongbian, relying on his extraordinary meditation skills, directed the novice monks outside the building to bring medicine, stone, needles and needles over quickly, and then went to the foot of the mountain to call for a doctor. Several old monks in front of him just lowered their heads.

Chanting the name of the Buddha and reciting the "Amitabha Sutra" and "Infinite Life Sutra" to save the souls of the dead, his face was extremely sad.

The reason for their sadness was obvious. The strong smell of blood came to their nostrils and naturally lingered in the sandwich room for a long time. The two shoulder blades of the old monk were bent backwards, and his chest collapsed deeply.

His eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all stained with dried blood. It was obvious that he had been beaten to death by a foreign master after his muscles and bones were split apart.

This insidious and spicy move is very consistent with the man in black who previously fought against Jiang Wen, but there are obvious doubts in the timeline.

Jiang Wen originally bumped into him on the stone path outside the mountain gate and followed him all the way into Fayun Pavilion. But judging from the injuries on this old monk, it was natural that he had been trapped in the cell for a long time. Now the only explanation is

, that is, the man in black sneaked in to kill first, and then was hit by Jiang Wen. He wanted to escape into Fayun Pavilion and hide, but he didn't expect that Jiang Wen's Qinggong was extraordinary, so he bit his tail tightly and chased after him.

It can be speculated that the other party was able to enter the temple and kill people without anyone noticing, because he must be extremely confident in his Qinggong attainments.

"Sister Shuang, how did you find this place?"

Jiang Wen asked softly.

"I noticed someone approaching the guest house just now."

Luo Shuang'er frowned slightly and replied: "I didn't chase him out until he was far away, and then I heard the sound of you fighting here."

While the two were talking, the old monks looked at each other in confusion and didn't know what to do. One of Jiang Wen's hands was still hanging on his chest due to a fracture. Obviously, he couldn't bend the limb back, so the suspicion of committing the crime had been greatly reduced.

, so Jiang Wen entered the theater-watching mode more naturally.

The pale moonlight shone into the Fayun Pavilion and crept onto the side of the old monk's face, revealing a miserable state of death. His limbs seemed to be stiff and stiff. Only a few spots on the corpse were missing to completely judge him as dead.

But the dark-skinned old monk who died tragically was placed on a stretcher. Even though no one thought he was still alive, Abbot Hongbian still insisted not to let others move the body, and even refused other monks to pay their respects. He had to wait until he was invited from the bottom of the mountain.

The doctor came to examine me.

"Abbot Hongbian, the dead are gone, but the living are like this. Jiang actually has some medical skills. Why don't you let me feel the pulse of this master. If things go wrong, you might as well die in peace as soon as possible and die in bliss."

Jiang Wen volunteered, but was stopped by Abbot Hongbian.

"There is no need to trouble the donor with this matter..."

But Jiang Wen seemed to want to get away from Sidtan Temple as soon as possible, and repeatedly asked him to take his pulse. Such pulling made the monks and other monks stunned, and they couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Abbot Hongbian was selling in his gourd.

Instead, the man opened his mouth to speak for Jiang Wen - since everyone is dead, what difference does it make to feel the pulse?

After confirming the invitation, Jiang Wen took advantage of Abbot Hongbian's inattention, bypassed the obstruction and put one of the corpse's arms against the cold and biting skin. Unexpectedly, after checking the pulse easily, he jumped as if he was electrocuted.

stand up.

There are many shadows in Fayun Pavilion. Due to the inconvenience of lighting lamps and fires, we can only rely on the cold moonlight for illumination. But just under this period of unclear moonlight, there are two shadows that suddenly extend and lengthen, until they reach the feet of several old monks.

Stop at the bottom!

One figure was naturally Jiang Wen's jumping figure, and the other figure who jumped up with Jiang Wen turned out to be the old monk who was lying on the ground bleeding from his seven orifices just now. The two were not far from the Yingmen, so even if they were gathered outside the building

The monks can also vaguely see a shadow!

Fayun Pavilion was filled with blood, and the old monk's body suddenly stood up. He sat up almost grazing the tip of Jiang Wen's nose. His face was as lifeless as an old melon skin, and his eyes were staring ahead like dead fish.

The pair of shoulder blades that were bent backwards were still trembling, and the gloomy look seemed to have a trace of a sneer in the darkness.

"It's a fake corpse!"

"Run quickly!!"

I don't know who shouted, and the monks downstairs either witnessed or heard it, and they all ran away as if they had seen a ghost. In an instant, the wooden building of the Sutra Library went from overcrowded to deserted, with only a few old people left.

The monk was still standing there hesitantly, at least he didn't lose his composure suddenly, but the fighting look between the two bodies was far from enough to be called stable.

"You guys should go back first."

Abbot Hongbian sighed and asked several virtuous old monks to leave. At this time, only he, Jiang and Luo were left in Fayun Pavilion.

"Amitabha, why does the donor do this?"

Abbot Hongbian looked calm, caressing the old monk's stiff and upright body with his hands, sighed slowly and looked at Jiang Wen, and saw clearly his unable to hide smile.

"I'm sorry, abbot, I also guessed that you had to wait for the doctor because you wanted to perform a 'rejuvenation', but I think it's not a bad idea to 'resurrection' today."

Jiang Wen gradually lost his joking expression and said with emotion: "I didn't expect this master to be able to practice meditation to such an extent that he almost gave up the attachment to life and death."

The zombie thing in the world may not be groundless, but the old monk who seemed to be dead in front of him was naturally not dead. Although he was seriously injured in front of him, he managed to survive the dangerous period by relying on the method of pretending to be dead, and even deceived the pain.
To be continued...