Chapter 14: Wind and thunder shook all directions, and the wave of doubts hit Shaolin
I don’t know how long the brothers drank with openness and openness. Chu Jianghan was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by a burst of crying. When he woke up, he heard that it was Shen Yu who was crying. The jade flute sword next to him persuaded him, and the noise became more and more fierce. .
"I don't know what kind of brainless idea, but what kind of person I want to worship, that's my dad. Even Third Uncle's mule can think of it!" When Chu Jianghan heard this, his heart felt hot. Could it be that he was saying Own? In the blink of an eye, her heart dropped, and she secretly regretted it: Xiao Fan Li was obviously Shen Yu's father, but now she had already married Jin Lan. What would she do in the future? He stretched out his hand and realized that he was lying on the bed.
Then Shen Yu was heard crying: "It must have been your idea, you sour bookbag. How did I offend you? You said? You said?" Chu Jianghan didn't know whether he should get up and go out.
Suddenly, Brother Zhang stopped him again: "Have you had enough trouble? Don't pester your uncle Sixth anymore, we have something to do later!" After saying that, he walked in and said with a smile: "Brother, are you awake? Oh... I should call you Eight. Brother!" Shen Yu heard this and burst into tears again.
Forget about gossiping, only the second brother and the sixth brother are left among the brothers, and the other brothers have long disappeared. Li Feiyun said: "Eighth brother, you first entered the world, and you don't know the depth. In the blink of an eye, there are a lot of major cases in the world, and the spearhead is different." Directly pointing at our brothers, not to mention the Beggar Clan incident, just because a Shaolin monk died under the sword, I am afraid that the Yue Zhenyue Sword in your hand will not be able to escape the connection!"
Zhang Ji sighed and said slowly: "There are eight brothers and we, none of us can hide, so we brothers must stand up immediately, otherwise I am afraid someone will be poisoned and stabbed, and die under the stone grinding and jade flute." !”
Li Feiyun said to Chu Jianghan: "Early this morning, the eldest brother and the others have already been busy. Let's divide our troops into three groups. The second brother will only wait until the Yang family's sister's injury improves, and then send a few children to Xianyun Village, because they don't dare to do anything. Yunzhuang. As for you and me, I'm afraid we have to go to the Shaolin Temple first. With such a big event happening in the world, I'm sure all the major sects in the world will come to the Shaolin Temple to discuss it!" Upon hearing this, Chu Jianghan's trip south might be delayed again. , but how can a real man only care about himself when he is traveling in the world, so he happily agreed.
Suddenly Brother Zhang waved his hand. He said: "Wait a minute!" I saw him running back and forth, looking for it for a while, and suddenly walked under the nave, raised a corner of the table, and took it out from under the table leg. With one object, the table legs shook slightly, and the tea bowl on the table also rattled a few times.
Chu Jianghan took a quick look and saw that it was a small, tattered and wrinkled book. The four sides had long been soaked in sewage, but fortunately it was not rotten.
Zhang Ji took a few pictures, walked up and said, "This is the Secret Book of Cold Sand Palm that I took from the Haisha Gang back then. I gave it to Feiyun, but he didn't want it. I tried to destroy it several times. But then I thought about it, after all, it was the hard work of the predecessors, how could it be ruined in my hands. I kept the left and right of them useless, and used them casually to pad the legs of the table. I haven’t seen them doing anything wrong in recent years, so I probably won’t dare to do anything wrong again. This thing originally belonged to someone else. Since Brother Xian has met Ren Feng, a descendant of the Haisha Gang, I would like to ask Brother Xian to give it to future generations! If those people have not changed their nature, you can keep it. Maybe it will be used in the future. Come on! Zi Xuan and Zi Yan are very trouble-making, I'm afraid they will get into trouble!"
Chu Jianghan took it casually and saw that the big characters "Hansha Palm" on the tattered cover could barely be read clearly. He flipped through it and found densely packed small characters inside, with pictures beside them. Chu Jianghan kicked in his arms and said yes.
In a blink of an eye, he packed up, Chu Jianghan picked up the sword and was about to leave. Shen Yu glared at him, threw a baggage over, turned around and ran into the nest. Chu Jianghan was at a loss for a moment, only to hear Shen Yu say again I cried, and suddenly felt a chill in my heart. This was a hasty meeting, and I didn't even say a few words to Shen Yu. I couldn't help but feel sweet when I remembered the incident of shielding myself from the knife yesterday.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by Li Feiyun: "Eighth brother, we are brothers who are sworn brothers. We should treat each other with sincerity and talk about everything. But when you first entered the world, there are some things that brothers should not tell you until you travel a bit. , after seeing what happened, brothers should speak to you." Chu Jianghan thought of yesterday's events again, and blushed: "What the sixth brother said is true, but I was reckless..." The two of them only thought what he thought. , also laughed it off.
Li Feiyun put on a straight face and said: "It's no big deal for the girls of the Yang family. Since we are sworn brothers, why are you so polite? You won't be allowed to do this in the future. If you continue to see others like this, your brother will not be happy!" Chu Jianghan was very happy when he heard this.
As expected by Li Feiyun, he saw waves of people armed with guns and swords along the way, rushing towards the Shaolin Temple one after another. Upon seeing this, Li Feiyun said: "Eighth brother, please slow down a little. When all the people arrive, it won't be too late for you and I to show up again!" Chu Jianghan knew that this sixth brother had many plans, so he followed his words.
Not to mention the two men rushing to the Shaolin Temple, on the day of the incident, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple had already invited a group of senior monks to discuss the matter. The monks all believed that the matter was not a trivial matter. They were afraid that there would be another disturbance, so they wrote a letter overnight and sent out monks. Send it to various sects and invite people to come to Shaolin for discussion.
By this day alone, more than half of the famous figures in the martial arts world had arrived, each leading a hundred or so disciples, and they flocked to Songshan Mountain.
On this day, monk Zhike came down from the mountain gate to greet him very early in the day. After a while, a group of heroes and heroes gathered at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, noisily and noisily. However, there were some spectators who heard about the disaster in Shaolin and came to help. Yes, there are more than a thousand people in total.
Among the heroes, the two sons of Yin and Yang of the Kunlun Sect spoke up: "Heroes, heroes, we are all here because of the murder of Shaolin Master Juehui. In my opinion, so many of us have flocked to Shaolin Temple, and Shaolin Temple is also here. We can’t accommodate the reception, so how about we select a few people with authority and status to represent all of us?”
The crowd immediately exploded, and some famous people from outside yelled: "Fuck your mother! We came from outside the customs. We heard that Master Juehui of Shaolin Temple was in trouble, so we came to help. We are here to help." The Central Plains has no reputation at all, so we can’t get into the rankings, and we can’t enter the temple! Master Juehui had a great kindness to my brother back then. Today, he has suffered a misfortune. We brothers should go to express our condolences and find out. The culprit! This Shaolin Temple must be visited!"
"I also found out that Master Juehui died from a sword wound. Looking at the martial arts world, the one who can hurt Master Juehui with a sword is the man named Chu who holds the Zhenyue Sword at Xianyun Village! Master Juehui was killed by someone next to him. A peacock was painted with blood. This is clearly the person surnamed Chu who colluded with the White Lotus Cult's female demon Xuanyi Peacock to harm the martial arts world!" The person who spoke spoke with a Sichuan accent, and it was none other than Tang Daju, a master of the Tang Sect in Sichuan.
Someone else shouted loudly: "Tang Yingxiong is right! It must be the one named Chu who colluded with the White Lotus Cult female devil, and together with the Red-Handed Spirit Slaughter, destroyed the Hubei branch of the Beggar Gang. In my opinion, it is better for us to kill Go to Xianyun Village, kill the guy named Chu and the devil, and steal the Zhenyue Sword!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Let's grab the Zhenyue Sword in a big competition, and then there will be a martial arts competition. Whoever has better martial arts will get the sword!"
"Exactly! Since we want to seize the sword, I don't think we should go to the Shaolin Temple. Let's just go to Xianyun Village and snatch that beauty!" The one who spoke was really a flower kite.
"What Hua Yaozi said is true! Since the major sects are here to discuss, there is no need to bring so many skilled disciples. To put it bluntly, they are here to inquire about the traces of the man named Chu. Since this man surnamed Chu is from the Kongtong sect, I think Just ask the Iron Man Taoist of the Kongtong Sect."
The Kongtong sect was furious when they heard this, and the Iron Hand Taoist even had red spots on his neck. The word "you..." came out of his mouth, but he didn't know how to follow it. He was just like a fighting cock, breathing heavily.
The heroes immediately became confused and made a fuss for a long time.
Suddenly there was a loud roar like a lion's roar, and the heroes felt as if the mountains were rushing and the earth was splitting apart. Then a young voice shouted: "All the major martial arts sects are visiting the Shaolin Temple as promised. Thousands of heroes from all walks of life have come, please wake up." Abbot Ming and all the eminent monks have come down to meet you at the foot of the mountain!"
When the heroes reacted, they saw that it was a junior about forty years old, with a big flag behind him and six characters written on it: "Zhao, the leader of the Huashan Sect". Heroes are used to traveling around the world, so they can naturally see the depth. However, even many seniors who have been famous for a long time are ashamed of the internal strength of Zhao. This move is just now, but he intends to establish his power in front of the heroes of the world. No wonder he is so young at such a young age. It is really difficult to deal with such scheming martial arts to achieve the position of leader.
The heroes immediately fell silent. Although some people were dissatisfied, no one dared to speak nonsense.
I only heard a voice floating in the air, which seemed to be near my ears and yet far away in the horizon. It sounded like an old man who was over sixty years old. His voice was both kind and majestic, and his words were extremely clear. You politely said: "Every hero has come from afar to answer the invitation. I am very grateful to everyone in our temple. However, our temple is narrow and the hall is small, so we cannot serve tea to the heroes one by one. We also ask the leaders and representatives of each sect to lead ten disciples up the mountain. The old monk said a few words. After the old monk finished speaking, he should lead the monks in our temple to come and apologize one by one! I hope you will forgive me for any disrespect!"
Since it was the master who spoke, the heroes did not dare to move. The abbot of Shaolin has such a distinguished status in the martial arts world, yet his words are so pleasing to the ears. Thinking of the crowd of people pouring into the Shaolin Temple, he can't pretend to be in front of him. So their respective sects made a fuss for a while and selected ten people. Together with the eleven leaders, a total of about one hundred people went to Shaolin.
I saw Abbot Jueming leading a group of old monks with white beards and white eyebrows to welcome him at the mountain gate. The origin of this Shaolin Temple is Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world. Gao Gao has been traveling around the world, either studying and practicing, or subduing demons and evil. Many friends who were old friends, but some whom they had not seen for many years, all asked about their well-being, and the hall was in chaos again.
After forcefully entering the mountain gate, all the sects arranged for a seat, and there was another round of courtesy. After a long time, they took their seats, and then a group of young novice monks served them tea.
An old monk with long eyebrows sang the Buddha's name and said: "Thank you to all the heroes for coming as requested. I don't want to talk in circles. First, the Hubei branch of the Beggar Gang was tortured by others, and then Senior Brother Juehui of our temple suffered a tragic death. Killing, recently I heard that the elders of Wudang suffered another misfortune. The murderer painted a peacock with blood at the scene. There is another turmoil in the martial arts world. I am afraid that the various factions will cause trouble again, so I invite everyone to come and discuss!"
There was a discussion among the heroes, and Ouyang Yueyan, the Thousand-Handed Sword of Emei, said: "Juniors heard that the victims were all killed by the sword, not to mention the Beggar Clan's helmsman, Master Juehui of Shaolin, and Elder Chongbai of Wudang. , but they are all top-notch masters today. If the injury is caused by one person, it shows how good that person's swordsmanship is! Looking at the current situation, how many people can have such a skill? As for the Beggar Clan's helmsmanship, I think it is definitely not the case. If one person can do it, there must be an accomplice. However, friends of the Beggar Clan also said that the perpetrators all used swords, which means that it was a group of swordsmen. The junior believes that this clue must be in On this vicious blade!"
An Iron Hand Taoist from the Kongtong sect stood up and said, "But what's the explanation for the bloody peacock on the wall? The old Taoist thought that the followers should look at the blood peacock."
Another one of the two sons of Yin and Yang said: "Masters, heroes and friends! Although I don't have any great opinions, someone just said it at the foot of the mountain. I think it is quite reasonable: This peacock painted in blood must be a reference to the peacock painted in blood. A peacock! Looking at the world, only the female demon leader of the White Lotus Sect is known as the peacock in black clothes. It seems that I must be closely related to this witch. These people all appeared in Xianyun Village that day, and the one who was with the witch , is the Red Hand Ling Tu who committed crimes in the Haisha Clan back then. Heroes all over the world have seen it, and many of you here have seen it with your own eyes. The incident involving the Beggar Clan was probably caused by the collusion of these two people, and they repeated their old tricks!"
I have just said this. It was really chaotic at the time, so how could anyone care? But after thinking about this statement, most people think it makes sense, and some even agree with it.
Suddenly, someone stood up from the seat. When everyone looked at him, they saw that he was in his forties, and it was the new head of the Huashan Sect, Zhao, who had just shown his skills. He stood up slowly, bowed and said: "I have a question, if the incident involving the Beggar Clan was really the work of the Xuanyi Peacock and the Red-handed Spirit Tu, why did these two people have to draw a bold line on the white wall? If a peacock comes, how could you do this? Who can do it?" As soon as these words came out, the monks sang the Buddha's name, and the whole place was in an uproar.
Head Zhao added: "There is only one possibility, and that is that the two of them have something to rely on and have nothing to fear. If these two people commit crimes, then who do they rely on?"
Suddenly someone shouted: "White Lotus Sect!"
There was a sudden explosion in the seat. Head Zhao's face was full of spring breeze, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, he walked up and down in the hall, and suddenly opened his mouth and said: "But everyone knows that the White Lotus Sect killed officials and rebelled in Sichuan, so how can they have the energy to kill the righteous way of my martial arts? Aren’t you digging your own grave in vain for a powerful enemy?”
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was speechless. Everyone thought about it secretly, but they also felt that it was reasonable and reasonable.
The leader of Zhao, with his hands in his hands, said loudly: "So I think we have to start with the wounds of the victim."
Before everyone could react, they saw the man surnamed Zhao draw away his sword and stab the Master Fangzhang in the heart. His movement was so fast that the heroes were amazed and stunned, but they saw that the tip of the sword stopped less than an inch away from the Master Fangzhang. down. Abbot Jueming's long eyebrows raised in the wind, the corners of his mouth raised in a slight smile, and he kept nodding.
The heroes then yelled and cursed, even if they were well-educated, they secretly accused the new leader of being too presumptuous for the sake of Yang Wei.
After a moment, Master Zhao put the sword in his hand, clasped his fists and leaned forward, and said loudly: "May I ask Abbot Jueming, Master Juehui was pierced through the heart with a sword?" Abbot Jueming said the Buddha's name and answered loudly: "Yes."
Leader Zhao returned the sword to its sheath, with a very leisurely expression. He walked into the hall, clasped his hands in his fists, and said loudly: "Everyone, seniors, have you ever remembered that ten years ago, there were more than a hundred members of the Haisha Gang, inside and outside? But they all died after their hearts were broken? Seniors from Shaolin and Wudang saw with their own eyes that the murderer was really a red-handed spirit slaughterer? But as I know, this red-handed spirit slaughterer was missing two pieces on his right hand. You are all martial arts masters. How can you use a broken palm to make a sword and practice a profound swordsmanship? Even though his martial arts are superb in ancient and modern times, how can Master Juehui of Shaolin be so accomplished? Will you be injured by his sword?"
There was a Bai-Arm Hook from Emei sitting on the seat and asked, "What if this person wields a sword with his left hand?"
Head Zhao laughed and opened his mouth: "Good question, Miss Shen! Good question! You all just saw that the sword that I just stabbed Master Fangzhang was holding the sword in my right hand. Master Juehui was taken by someone. A sword from the front pierced through the heart. If the murderer used the sword with his left hand, if he wanted to strike from the front, he would definitely hit the target in the wrong direction. Moreover, Master Juehui was extremely skilled in martial arts. How could he have done it without using the sword with his right hand? Therefore, I conclude that the murder was committed. That person is definitely not the bare-handed spirit slaughterer, but someone else!"
The monks chanted the Buddha's name again, and Master Zhao went back to his original position and sat down, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "Master Abbot wrote a letter saying that Master Juehui was wounded by a sword, and the sword was three fingers wide. The Golden Bell is extremely skilled, so I conclude that the murderer must have used a sword, and his swordsmanship is absolutely extraordinary!" He paused for a while, then added: "Such a superb swordsmanship, coupled with a sharp sword Who could it be with the incomparable sword?"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a hundred pairs of eyes looked at the Kongtong Sect. The Taoist Taoist Master and a group of disciples all had red faces, bulging necks, and were at a loss.
Suddenly the abbot called out the Buddha's name, and then an old monk with a white beard on his right also called out the Buddha's name. The abbot said, "Two friends on the beam, please show up and meet me!"
The heroes were in chaos again, and suddenly two people jumped down from the beams. It was Li Feiyun and Chu Jianghan.
What happened? Let’s look at the breakdown next time.
