"These two are Master Huizhen and Master Zhiguan from Shaolin Temple."

Everyone thought, what happened today that both the Funiu Sect and the Shaolin Sect came to their door?

Duan Zhengchun ordered the others to retreat, leaving only his direct subordinates. He then said to Murong Fu: "Mr. Murong, something happened today... Of course I believe Mr. Murong, but this matter is related to

It's important, Master Murong, please make it clear to everyone and clear up any misunderstandings."

Duan Zhengchun made it clear.

It turns out that the leader of the Funiu Sect was killed by someone, and the biggest suspect was the Murong family in Gusu! Otherwise, the leader of the Funiu Sect died due to his own stunt that made him famous...

Apart from the Murong family in Gusu, who can do this by doing the same thing and giving back to the other person?

Huizhen and Huiguan came to Dali with Master Xuanbei to support them. The Shaolin Temple heard that the four evil men were going south to Dali, so they sent these three people to help. However, the three of them went to Liangzhou, Dali, and stayed one night in the temple.

On the second day, Huizhen and Huiguan discovered that their master Xuanbei had become cold!

According to the abbot of Shenjie Temple where they stayed for the night, the murderer was most likely Gusu Murong!

It’s Murong Fu from Gusu again!

Duan Zhengchun was extremely shocked when he heard the news. But Murong Fu had only appeared here today, so it was naturally impossible for him to go to Luliangzhou to kill Master Xuanbei. This was obviously a frame-up, and it was for this reason that Duan Zhengchun led them here.

Meet Murong Fu.

Murong Fu frowned as he listened. There was an unpleasant feeling in his heart. Could it be that this familiar routine...

Everyone turned their attention to Murong Fu, and suddenly one person interrupted: "Did Master Xuanbei pass away after being hit in the chest by the enemy's 'Great Skanda Pestle'?"

Huizhen was startled and said: "Master's prediction is good, but I don't know how... how..."

The yellow-browed monk sighed and said: "I have heard for a long time that Master Xuanbei of Shaolin's 'Great Skanda Pestle' Kungfu is a unique skill in the martial arts world. After hitting a target, the opponent's ribs will be broken. This martial arts is naturally powerful, but it is too overbearing after all."

, it’s not my Buddhist merciful means… Alas!”

Duan Zhengchun asked: "Master, how did you know that Master Xuanbei was hit by the 'Great Skanda Pestle' and died?"

The yellow-browed monk sighed: "Master Wuye, the abbot of Shenjie Temple, guessed that the murderer was the Murong clan of Gusu. Naturally, it was not a random guess. Duan's second brother, the famous stunt of the Murong clan of Gusu, isn't it just 'reply the same way to the other's body'

?”

He said with a look of fear on his face.

There was silence in the hall for a moment.

After a long while, the yellow-browed monk looked at Murong Fu and said slowly: "The old monk shouldn't have mentioned this in front of the young benefactor Murong, but if the old monk doesn't tell what happened today, I'm afraid the misunderstanding will not be clarified."

Everyone was silent and listened to his story quietly.

"Murong Fu's little benefactor's father's single name is the word 'Bo', right?" The yellow-browed monk looked at Murong Fu and said.

Murong Fu nodded, thinking that this old monk really had a story with his father! His father who was hiding in the dark was really a headache! Before he even started to build relationships, he started to cause damage.

"Murong Bo, the old patron, is really knowledgeable in martial arts to the extreme. No matter which sect or family in the martial arts world, he is master of everything and knows everything. In his early years, Murong Bo traveled around the world, and those who fought against him often died.

Because of his unique skills that made him famous, Gusu Murong has the reputation of 'repaying others with his own way'."

Everyone listened and turned to look at Murong Fu. Seeing that he was also listening quietly and did not say anything to refute, they knew this was true.

Murong Fu asked curiously: "Master and my father are old acquaintances, why do we know so clearly?"

The yellow-browed monk said "Amitabha" and then said, "To be honest with you little donor, when the poor monk was young, he once encountered three thieves who were robbing their homes, so he beat them to death with his diamond finger. At that time, the poor monk was young and vigorous, and since

Even if there are three times more thieves, I can still use my diamond finger to kill them in an instant."

"It is said that misfortune comes from the mouth, and one should not be careless in what he says." The yellow-browed monk sighed, with an expression on his face that showed both the regret of recalling and the emotion of someone who had experienced it.

"At that time, a young man and his mother happened to pass by. After listening to the poor monk's words, he commented that the poor monk's Vajra finger was not strong enough. The poor monk was also ignorant at that time and thought that he had great martial arts, so he deliberately

Don't make fun of the young man's lack of strength. But unexpectedly, the young man instantly pierced the poor monk's chest with his diamond finger."

"ah!"

Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed when they heard this.

How could an ordinary person survive being punched through the chest? How did this yellow-browed monk come back from the dead? Everyone pricked up their ears to listen to what he continued.

"At that time, the poor monk knew his fate not long ago, but what he didn't expect was that the poor monk was gifted with a heart on the right side, so he was able to survive. In a daze, the poor monk heard from the young man's mother that the young man's heart was

Don't take action if your skill is not high enough. The poor monk thought that he was far inferior to the young man's skill, and I am afraid he will never be able to surpass it in this life, and then he passed out. The young man and his mother saw the poor monk's blood flowing continuously, and he was still alive.

If it didn’t work, he left.”

Hearing this, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but said, "Is this young man Murong Bo from the Murong family in Gusu?"

The yellow-browed monk nodded.

Duan Zhengchun added: "I never expected that Mr. Murong Bo, who is famous all over the world, could be so domineering when he was young!"

The relationship between the yellow-browed monk and the Dali Kingdom was also extraordinary. Duan Zhengchun was naturally a little angry after hearing the story of his youth. Murong Bo killed people as soon as he disagreed with him, which was really not the right way.

After the yellow-browed monk finished speaking, he looked at Murong Fu, first said Amitabha, and then said, "The past is like a passing cloud, and the poor monk has long since let go. But today, I heard several people from Shaolin and Funiu Sect talking about this murderous case, and they insisted that it was a murder.

What Gusu Murong did made me think of this incident in the early years."

Everyone was suddenly stunned and turned their gazes to Murong Fu with the intention of asking.

Murong Fu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "My father did make many enemies when he was traveling in the world in his early years. But my father died of illness more than 20 years ago, so how could he come out to harm others?"

The yellow-browed monk was shocked when he heard the news of Murong Bo's death. Since his narrow escape, he has been living in Dali Kingdom and has never set foot in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. And there are only a few "death reports" about Murong Bo.

People know.

Everyone in the world only thought that he lived in seclusion in Yanziwu, so they never dared to offend him. But they never thought that this arrogant hero had long since passed away.

Huiguan and Huizhen asked at the same time: "Except for your father, is there no one else in the Murong family in Gusu who can master that unique skill?"

They don't know that the unique skill of using another person's way to return another person's body is actually called "Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Shi", which can only be called that unique skill.

Murong Fu thought to himself, even I can't do this. The Murong family has been passed down from generation to generation. Besides his father, who else can do it?

"My Murong family has been passed down for several generations. My father has passed away. No one else can master this unique skill except me."

Duan Zhengchun also nodded and testified for him: "If it is Young Master Murong, that is absolutely impossible. He has been in Dali Kingdom these days, and yesterday he rescued my Young Master Duan Yu, so it is naturally impossible for him to run thousands of miles away.

Go out and harm the leader of the Funiu Sect and Master Xuanbei of Shaolin Temple."

With Duan Zhengchun's testimony, everyone naturally believed him. Murong Fu looked kind and kind, and he didn't look like a treacherous person. Moreover, he had no motive to commit the crime to deal with these two people who had no grievances and no enmity.

"Then what's the explanation for this? If it wasn't the Murong family, why did the two masters die due to their own stunts that made them famous? It's really strange!" Gao Shengtai said with a puzzled face.

"I think there should be something hidden in this matter. If not, it's already getting late today, so please rest first. How about we accompany you to Luliangzhou to collect evidence tomorrow?" Duan Zhengchun said.

This Master Xuanbei died in the Dali Kingdom. He has a high status in the Shaolin Temple. He is a senior monk of the Xuan generation and should not be underestimated. He, Duan Zhengchun, will investigate the matter clearly so that he can give an explanation to the Shaolin Temple. Otherwise, Dali and the

Shaolin's long-standing friendship may be destroyed because of this.

Murong Fu nodded. He also wanted to know whether these immoral things were done by his father who cheated his son.

At night, everyone went back to the guest rooms to rest.

The yellow-browed monk was meditating on the couch and adjusting his breath. In the middle of the night, he suddenly felt a black shadow passing before his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw a man in black standing in front of him.

The yellow-browed monk seemed to have expected it, and did not shout loudly, but stared at the man in black for a while. He didn't move, and neither did the man in black.

After a while, he sighed and said: "Your Excellency, is this Murong Bo who used his methods to repay others?"

The man in black didn't speak, he just nodded.

The yellow-browed monk asked again: "Your Excellency first killed the leader of the Funiu Sect and then Master Xuanbei. What was your purpose?"

The man in black didn't answer, but stared at him with burning eyes.

"Don't you want to take revenge on me?"

With a hoarse and low voice, the memory box that had long been sealed by the dust was suddenly opened.

There was a trace of hatred between his brows, but it disappeared quickly. He smiled and said, "Both life and death are determined by fate. This poor monk is destined to have this calamity, so why should he complain?"

"It's fate!" The man in black continued, "You said this to me because you can't beat me. If you can beat me, how can you not seek revenge?"

The yellow-browed monk smiled bitterly and did not argue with him, but just recited Buddhist scriptures.

The man in black was furious. He was most annoyed by these monks who were pretending to be in love.

"You can't deal with me, but my son is here in the Dali Palace now. Will you seek revenge from him?"

The yellow-browed monk suddenly stopped, and after a while, he said: "Amitabha, when will the repayment of Yuan Yuan be fulfilled! The poor monk has already seen through it, so why should old donor Murong keep obsessing?"

"Okay, what you said is very good." The man in black turned around and left.

After taking three steps, he suddenly looked back and shot out a flick of his hand. Like a fireball flying through the night, the force of this flick hit the yellow-browed monk directly on the forehead.

The yellow-browed monk was not on guard, or had no intention of resisting at all.

The blow penetrated his forehead directly. His head dropped, his eyes closed tightly, and he died.
Chapter completed!