When they heard that Master Kong Xin had passed away, Zhu Yu and Lan Ling'er were not only surprised and saddened by it, but Master Zhizhe and Mr. Yan were also shocked.
"It's so good! I didn't expect that the abbot of Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy passed away at a young age. This is indeed a strange thing." The wise master looked up at the sky, clasped his hands, and murmured to himself.
"Could it be that the Sun God Cult is making a monster again? This matter must be investigated clearly." Yan Kun said angrily.
Several people were discussing Kong Xin's death. They heard the yellow monk's robes faintly shaking at the mountain gate, hidden by the woods. In a blink of an eye, three monks were standing in front of everyone.
Zhu Yu knew all these three monks. One of them was about seventy years old, with white beard and white hair, and kind eyes. He was Master Kongwu, the abbot of Shaolin Temple. The one on the left was Qingli, who practiced in seclusion. Although he was over forty years old, But he is very heroic. The monk on the right hand is thin and has a bright gaze. He is the deacon monk Kong Xue mentioned before.
Due to the death of Kongxing, the monks in the temple unanimously recommended Qingli to replace Kongxin as the abbot of Bodhidharma Temple, responsible for teaching martial arts to the monks and the safety of the temple, because among the monks in the temple, apart from Master Kongkong, Qingli had the highest martial arts. , so he had to end his retreat and take on the important responsibility.
After everyone had seen each other, Kong Wu was in front of him. Qingli and Kong Xue, one on the left and the other on the right, led everyone through the path covered by the dense bamboo forest, climbed up the steps, and stepped into the gate of the Shaolin Temple.
"My thousand-year-old Shaolin foundation has been destroyed by wars many times. Only by rebuilding the burned hall can our temple return to its former appearance." After entering, Master Kongwu pointed at the main hall in front of everyone and said.
Master Zhizhe and Mr. Yan walked into the Mahavira Hall and bowed to the Sakyamuni Buddha enshrined in the hall. After leaving the hall, they presented the Big and Small Yi Jing to Kongwu with red jade.
"A few days ago in Wudang, Zhu Yuxian's nephew accidentally got a copy of the Small Book of Changes and a small one. He learned that these two scriptures were stolen from Shaolin by Wudang disciple Ding Cheng two hundred years ago. Ding Cheng's benefactor knew that stealing these secret books was a huge crime against Shaolin. If you commit a crime, I will pay you back with my last words." Master Wise Man said.
"Oh, I, Shaolin, went through a lot of trouble to find this sutra, but I didn't expect that it was stolen by Wudang disciples! Abbot Qingli of the temple, you will keep these two sutras for the time being. When you learn the exercises in the sutras, I will send them to you. Return to the Sutra Pavilion." Kong Wu took the Big and Small Yi Jing and handed it to Qingli.
"Master Kongwu, I heard that Master Kongxin died mysteriously. We are very disturbed. We would like to hear the details." Mr. Yan asked.
"Master Wise Man, Master Yan Kun, you two came at the right time, please come with me." After finishing Kongwu's words, he led everyone towards the backyard.
Lan Ling'er originally wanted to go to Senior Brother Kong Ling to reminisce about the past, but she was shocked to hear about Master Kong Xin's death and wanted to know the cause, so she temporarily gave up the idea and followed everyone into the backyard.
As soon as she stepped through the door of the backyard, Lan Ling'er suddenly saw a monk standing with his head bowed at the door. He must have been about to go out, but he saw the abbot and his entourage stepping through the door and hurriedly gave way.
Lan Ling'er felt that this monk had a kind face, and when she cast a second glance at him, she was shocked. Isn't this senior brother Kong Ling? At this moment, Kong Ling also looked up and met Lan Ling'er's eyes.
After not seeing each other for a few years, Kong Ling has grown much taller and has become a young man. What remains unchanged is his quiet and delicate face.
When she was in the Shaolin Temple, Lan Ling'er had an indescribable feeling for Kong Ling. She felt excited when she was with him and always wanted to stay with him for a while. Kong Ling also felt the same, so Lan Ling'er asked him to secretly Kong Ling naturally enjoys catching butterflies for himself, so he made an agreement to let Kong Ling come to Tianlong Mountain to find him.
Back in Tianlong Mountain, as the days passed, Lan Ling'er would often think of Kong Ling. She slowly realized that she had fallen in love with this dull little senior brother, but she, Lan Ling'er, was the daughter of the leader of the martial arts league. , Kong Ling is also a monk, she needs to be reserved.
"Lan, Lan Ling'er, you're here!" Kong Ling was a little overwhelmed when she suddenly saw Lan Ling'er.
"Senior Brother Kong Ling, you have suffered a lot for me." Seeing everyone moving forward without noticing her, Lan Ling'er whispered.
Hearing this, Kong Ling's eyes flashed with light and she said, "It's okay. My name is Face the Wall, but I'm actually practicing Qi. Over the past year, my internal strength has greatly increased, and I have to thank Master Kong Xue."
"Ling'er, go quickly!" Zhu Yu turned to call Lan Ling'er, and saw clearly that the person standing by the door talking to Lan Ling'er was Kong Ling, and then turned back: "Senior brother Kong Ling, let's follow Master Kong Wu to the backyard first. Look for clues about Master Kong Xin’s passing away, and I’ll see you later.”
"Well, you go ahead!" The shining light in Kong Ling's eyes dimmed.
Kongwu led everyone through the fourth and fifth Taoist courtyards and came to a house with the three characters "Bingbing Room" written on it.
This house is actually the cellar where vegetables are stored in the Shaolin Temple in winter. After Master Kong Xin passed away, the monks moved him here to collect him, and only waited for four or seven days before incineration and burial. This is also a Shaolin rule for handling the funeral affairs of eminent monks. , today, Master Wise Man and his party arrived just in time, Kong Xin’s body is still alive, and the injuries can still be examined.
Everyone entered the ice room and went down the stairs paved with bluestones to the basement. The basement was seven or eight feet deep from the ground and the indoor temperature was extremely low, which could keep the body from rotting for several months.
The basement was very large and was divided into more than ten independent rooms. Kong Xue, who was walking in front, opened the door of the middle room and stood by the door with his hands clasped together, gesturing for everyone to enter the room.
In the middle of the room, there is a stone platform, which is about ten feet long and about four feet wide and high. The body of Master Kong Xin, dressed in a neat red cassock, is lying quietly on the stone platform.
"Master Wise Man, Master Yan Kun, I have inspected Master Kong Xin's body many times. I also asked Master Kong Xin to take a look three days ago, but I couldn't find any wounds." Master Kong Xin clasped his hands together and spoke calmly.
"Have you asked a doctor to examine the injury?" Master Wise asked.
"I sent monks down the mountain and asked five doctors to check, but they couldn't find the cause of Master Kong Xin's death." Kong Xue said helplessly.
"So, Master Kong Xin must not have died of illness." Yan Kun's voice was loud, making the whole room buzz.
"What happened on the day Master Kong Xin passed away?" Master Wise asked.
"That night, I happened to be on night watch. At midnight, a light flew out of Master Kong Xin's house. The two monks who were on night watch with me saw it."
"Oh!" Kong Xue's answer caused the wise master to think. "A light? Is it a purple beam of light that looks like a stick?"
"It's just a purple beam of light, Master Wise Man, how do you know?" Hearing this, Master Kong Xue was surprised.
"Also, you need someone to check whether Master Kong Xin's internal organs were broken by external force and died." Master Wise Man said again.
After Master Zhizhe finished speaking, everyone present could not help but look at each other, because in Shaolin, there was no precedent for disembowelment to examine injuries, let alone when they were facing such an eminent monk as Master Kong Xin.
"Amitabha, you are so good! Your body is just a skin. Master Kong Xin has returned to the Western Paradise. In order to rectify the problem for Master Kong Xin, it is okay for you to check his body." Master Wise Man said lightly.
Everyone temporarily evacuated outside the room. Master Kongwu led four or five monks to examine Master Kongxin’s internal organs. After a while, a young monk rushed out of the ice room and shouted: "Fang, Master Abbot, Abbot Kongxin." He, his internal organs are all shattered."
Master Kongwu led everyone back to the abbot's room, and everyone sat down. The young monk served tea. Master Kongwu said: "Master Wise Man, in your opinion, by whose hands did Master Kongxin die?"
"Sixty years ago, not long after I joined the Guoqing Temple, I was practicing the palm power of the Great Sun Tathagata with the abbot, Master Kefa. One day, a monk from the Western Regions came from nowhere and clamored to compete with Master Kefa in palm power. , The monk also said that his trip was to defeat all the martial arts masters in the Central Plains to prove that their Tocharian Sun God Palm can dominate the martial arts world." The wise man took a sip of tea, slowly put down the teacup, and said slowly.
and after? "Lan Ling'er asked impatiently.
Master Zhizhe took another sip of tea and held the cup in his hand. After a while, he said again: "Although Master Kefa is the abbot of Guoqing Temple, he is not a brave and ruthless person. His temperament is much higher than ordinary people, but his temperament is much higher than that of ordinary people. Martial arts should not be underestimated. He was worried that the monk from the Western Region would be injured by him, so he only used one level of skill to fight his opponent for one round."
