Sheriff's Mansion
"Is there any news from Huijue at [Dashan Temple]?"
Lord Tianding has been waiting for news from [Shanhe Sect].
The black-haired old man in front of him said with a solemn expression: "Huijue failed. We don't know whose hands he died in, but a shocking sword intent appeared in [Shanhe Gate]."
"It should be that [Qinglong Club] has a master of swordsmanship in [Shanhe Gate]. Judging from his strength, he is a strong master of concentration in the sea."
"However, many disciples of [Shanhe Sect] died tragically, and the overall strength of [Shanhe Sect] is very poor."
Hearing the black-haired old man's words, Lord Tianding frowned slightly.
"This plan for [Shanhe Gate] seems to have completely failed."
"The [Blue Dragon Society] is very powerful here."
While Lord Tian Ding was speaking, he slowly stood up from his seat, walked to the door of the hall, and looked at the night outside with his hands behind his hands.
"After we finish this round, the [Qinglong Club] will move next."
"Have you found the whereabouts of Li Chenzhou, the leader of the Three Dragons?"
"The focus now is not on other people. As long as we find this Li Chenzhou and kill him, our purpose of coming here will be achieved!"
Tianding said openly.
"The approximate scope has been determined. If you give me another day, I will definitely find Li Chenzhou's location."
The black-haired old man said with certainty.
"The Twenty-Four Musketeers have arrived. If they find Li Chenzhou, they will inform me to take action. If we continue to fight with them, it will be detrimental to us."
Lord Tianding said in a deep voice.
This is the territory of the [Blue Dragon Society], and it would be extremely disadvantageous to collide with the opponent here.
If you want to behead, behead the dragon.
After saying that, he walked out of the hall.
The next day.
There was a sound of bells ringing inside [Qinglong Temple].
Tallinn behind the mountain.
Early in the morning, the disciples who were cleaning the Tallin discovered the body of Abbot Fu De. He looked horrified and yelled. After a brief inspection, some monks quickly brought the body back to the main hall.
And quickly informed the three major abbots of [Qinglong Temple].
A monk wearing a golden cassock appeared at the door of the main hall.
"I've met Dharma King Zhiyuan."
The monks in the hall bowed one after another when they saw the visitors.
This person is the third host whom Wuhua did not kill, Dharma King Zhiyuan, who has the ability to transform the Dantian into the sea.
"The other two hosts haven't arrived yet!"
Dharma King Zhiyuan spoke.
"Not yet!"
The middle-aged monk in front of him replied.
"How's the investigation going in the back mountain?"
"There are very few traces of the fight. We only found traces of the abbot's one move, and nothing else. After the first move, the abbot had no chance to make a move. However, we did not find any wounds on the abbot's body, and the expression on the abbot's face was very... It’s weird.”
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The middle-aged monk informed him of the investigation.
After hearing this, Dharma King Zhiyuan came to Abbot Fude. After investigating, he looked solemn.
"It is somewhat unlikely that he died of a mental breakdown."
"Although the abbot's strength is not in Dantian Transformation Sea, he practices the Tripitaka of Life and Death, and his mind is no weaker than that of ordinary people who are strong in Dantian Transformation Sea. How could his mind collapse and die all of a sudden?"
There was a hint of doubt in the voice of Dharma King Zhiyuan.
"Oh no!"
At this time, a young monk hurriedly ran into the hall.
His face turned pale,
"What happened?" The middle-aged monk in the hall said sternly when he saw this.
"Dharma King Tianyuan has been killed!"
Hearing this, the expressions of all the monks in the hall changed.
I just wanted to say something.
Another monk also ran in, his face also turned pale and he said: "The Dharma King has passed away!"
"What!"
Hearing the news, everyone had a look of horror on their faces.
Previously, they thought it was just the abbot who was in trouble, but they didn't expect that even the two abbots were in trouble.
"Let's go!" the leader, monk Zhiyuan, said.
The group first came to the Zen room of Dharma King Baozhi.
Outside the Zen room, several young monks looked sad.
"When we entered the meditation room, His Holiness was sitting cross-legged. We didn't dare to disturb him, but after waiting for a while, we found that His Holiness had no breath!"
Seeing Dharma King Zhiyuan, a young monk in front of the meditation room spoke.
Dharma King Zhiyuan led people into the Zen room.
When he came to the Precious Dharma King, he looked startled, examined it carefully, and said solemnly: "He was hit on the acupuncture point, and finally the energy penetrated into the brain and died. The finger force was strong."
"Send the body of Dharma King Baozhi to the main hall, and let's go to Dharma King Tianyuan!"
After saying that, he quickly led people to the Zen room of Dharma King Tianyuan.
Someone is already checking here.
"Dharma King Tianyuan died after someone used the force of his finger to pierce his heart. The force of his finger was strong, somewhat similar to the Vajra Heavenly Zen Finger of [Dashan Temple]."
A monk saw Dharma King Zhiyuan and came forward.
"Dharma King Baozhi also died under the strong force of his fingers. Move the body of Dharma King Tianyuan into the main hall first!"
Dharma King Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.
A group of people returned to the main hall with the body.
In the main hall, three corpses are placed in the center of the hall.
"Do you know why the abbot went to the back mountain tower forest?"
Dharma King Zhiyuan asked the monk serving beside the abbot.
"Last night, the abbot received a letter, so he went out. As for the content of the letter, the monk doesn't know!"
The monk replied.
"letter!"
After hearing this, Dharma King Zhiyuan came to Abbot Fude's body and checked it, but found no letter.
His brows furrowed slightly.
"Dharmaraja, if you can send a letter to the abbot, he should be someone familiar to the abbot."
A monk spoke.
"This matter is not simple. Maybe it is me [Qinglong Temple] who will suffer a catastrophe. I will go to the back mountain to meet the ancestors and ask the ancestors to come out of the mountain and take charge of [Qinglong Temple]."
Dharma King Zhiyuan said.
When his voice fell.
A figure quickly walked in from outside the hall.
"Senior Brother Zhiyuan, what's going on?"
The visitor was a thin monk wearing plain clothes. When he saw the three corpses on the ground, his expression changed drastically.
"The abbot and the other two hosts were killed last night!"
"Did you investigate anything outside?"
Coming here is Zen Master Zhiming, the younger brother of Dharma King Zhiyuan.
"Huijue, who got the news from [Dashan Temple], attacked and killed [Shanhe Gate] in the name of [Qinglong Temple], but [Shanhe Gate] has kendo masters from [Qinglong Club]."
"Monk Huijue and all the people he brought with him are dead. Now Zhuge Zhengwo from [Shanhe Gate] is taking the bodies of these people from Lingnan County to come to me [Qinglong Temple]."
Zen Master Zhiming said.
"[Dashan Temple] they actually attacked Shanhe Gate in my name [Qinglong Temple], how could they do this!"
"Could it be that the abbot and the others died in revenge of the [Blue Dragon Society]."
A monk with white eyebrows spoke.
"This should be impossible. There is no way the abbot would allow people from the [Qinglong Society] to meet in the back mountain pagoda. Is it possible that people from the [Dashan Temple] took action? Both the Dharma King Tianyuan and the Dharma King Baozhi were killed by Gang Mengjing! "
An old monk beside him spoke.
"Don't discuss this matter. I'll go ask the ancestor to come out of seclusion first!"
"We will take action after reporting everything to our ancestors!"
Zhiyuan is only one of the three abbots, not the abbot, and cannot manage the entire temple, so the ancestor needs to be invited to decide this matter.
