After Abbot Huitong frightened everyone in the building, he turned his attention to Marquis Lu Qing.
"Master Lu..."
Lu Qinghou was busy adjusting his breath and checking his body, trying to find out the reason why he had just vomited blood, but unfortunately he found nothing.
He could feel that his meridians were injured, and his internal organs were also damaged to varying degrees, but he didn't know where the injuries came from, which made him feel even more chilled.
Hearing Huitong call his name, he was shocked.
But it has to be said that Lu Qinghou, as one of the top twenty masters on the Tianji Ranking and the owner of Xiaoyao Villa, is a wealthy man, but his bones are quite strong.
Even at this time, there is still no intention to speak.
But if he doesn't speak, it doesn't mean that no one can speak.
Just when Abbot Huitong was about to repeat the question, a voice sounded first.
"I know who killed Master Huiwen!"
The person who spoke was Lu Qinghou's cousin Lu Wenwen.
Lu Qinghou couldn't help but became furious when he heard this, "How dare you!"
"What should I not dare to do? Master, we all did something wrong together. Why do you have to bear the responsibility alone in the end?" Lu Wenwen's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily, "What the hell is this? I only know that Xiaoyao Villa cannot live without its owner!"
"Do you really know who killed Master Huiwen?" Abbot Huitong stepped forward and asked eagerly.
"Yes, I know." Lu Wenwen readily admitted.
Although I don't know why the corners of Lu Wenwen's mouth raised up in a sarcastic look, seeing that he didn't vomit blood is enough to prove that he didn't lie.
Abbot Huitong then continued to ask, "Who is it?"
"It's the old monk Huiwen himself, hahahahaha." Lu Wenwen suddenly burst out laughing, almost crying.
All the monks in Xuankong Temple felt as if they had been tricked, and they all stared angrily, waiting to see Lu Wenwen vomit blood.
However, Lu Wenwen laughed for a long time, but it didn't matter and he still stood where he was.
This time it was the turn of the monks in Xuankong Temple to change their expressions.
"This...how is this possible?"
Abbot Huitong was about to ask again, but he didn't expect that Lu Qinghou, who had been silent before, actually spoke again, "Abbott, it may not be a good thing to get to the bottom of some things. I'm not just talking about Xiaoyao Villa and me, but also you and me. The Hanging Temple behind you."
Abbot Huitong's throat trembled. Lu Jing could see that the old monk did hesitate at this moment, but he did not hesitate for too long and continued to ask, "Master Huiwen, why did you commit suicide?"
At this point, Lu Jing was certain that the person who threatened Abbot Huitong must be in the Zhuangyuan Building tonight.
This is good news for him.
"The reason why Master Huiwen committed suicide was for the thousands of fellow martial artists. If he knew what you did today, he would be so angry that he would crawl out of the coffin." Lu Wenwen put away the smile on his face.
"What nonsense are you talking about? What does Master Huiwen's poisoning to death have to do with fellow martial artists..."
A young monk from Xuankong Temple couldn't help but retort, but in the middle of the sentence he seemed to have thought of something and couldn't say the next words.
But Lu Wenwen had completely given up at this time. Even if Abbot Huitong was not asking the question now, he would still answer correctly, "Haha, it seems that you have already thought of it... Yes, the reason why Master Huiwen did this is for Deal with the Ten Thousand Poison Valley.
"In order for all the martial arts factions to besiege the Ten Thousand Poison Valley, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his own life. To be honest, his act of sacrificing his life for righteousness is quite admirable to Mr. Lu."
"You lied. Master Huiwen and Wandu Valley have no personal grudges. Why did you commit suicide and blame Wandu Valley?"
The young monk still defended himself.
"You are right, this matter has nothing to do with grudges. Master Huiwen wants to deal with Ten Thousand Poison Valley because of Ten Thousand Poison Valley..."
"That's enough." Lu Qinghou interrupted his cousin, and then stared at Huitong, "Abbott, are you sure you want to continue?"
The average person would definitely weigh the cost of continuing to ask questions at this time.
After all, it has now been confirmed that Master Huiwen died of suicide, which means that the entire family in the Ten Thousand Poison Valley was wiped out by Master Huiwen.
And Master Huiwen is an eminent monk of the Xuankong Temple. The Xuankong Temple must bear at least half of the blame, which means that there is no descendant of Ten Thousand Poison Valley. Otherwise, he will probably come to the Xuankong Temple for revenge as soon as he hears the news.
And revenge is the next step. As a top sect, Xuankong Temple is not too worried about being beaten. The key is that Xuankong Temple is not responsible for this matter.
Don't underestimate the word "zhanli". This is the biggest difference between the righteous way and the evil way.
The righteous way of doing things is about being honest and honest, unlike the devil's way of doing things as you please, with no taboos. Even if you want to destroy a sect, you have to be famous.
Huitong and Huiwen are brothers who have known each other for so many years and live under the same temple roof. Huitong believes that Huiwen is by no means a bad person. He would rather use his own life to set up a trap and force the righteous path to work together to eradicate the inevitable evil in the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons. He has his reasons.
But the problem is that Huitong also knows that this reason cannot be brought to the table.
Otherwise, Huiwen didn't need to commit suicide at all. He only needed to report the matter to Xuankong Temple. With Xuankong Temple's status in the righteous martial arts world, he could summon other sects to deal with Wandu Valley together, not to mention hiding it from him, the abbot. .
But Huitong is also suffering unspeakably now.
Tonight, it was not only the heroes in the restaurant who had no way out in the No. 1 Scholar Building, but also himself.
So Huitong gritted his teeth and asked, "Please give me some advice from Master Lu."
Lu Qinghou took a deep look at Huitong, and finally stopped hesitating this time, "Master Huiwen got the news that Dongmen Wuce is secretly developing a new poison. It is colorless and odorless. As long as it is sprinkled into the air, it can spread with the help of wind." For at least one mile, the poisoned person's meridians will shrink and his martial arts will be lost, leaving him defenseless.
"The rumors also say that Dongmen Wuce is close to success, and the palace owner of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace is very interested in this poison, and is discussing with Dongmen Wuce to buy this prescription."
"Is there any evidence for this?" Abbot Huitong already knew the answer before he finished asking.
Sure enough, Lu Qinghou shook his head and said, "There is no evidence, only rumors. Afterwards, we searched the Ten Thousand Poison Valley together and found no clues, so now it seems...it must be a misinformation."
Lu Qinghou's words caused a complete silence in the restaurant.
With just a few rumors, an entire sect was wiped out, from the sect leader to the disciples below, including their families.
This approach is no different from the devil's way.
No wonder Lu Qinghou would rather vomit blood than tell the matter.
Moreover, those who are interested have also captured the details in Lu Qinghou's words. When he said this just now, he used the word "we", which means that the Xiaoyao Villa family may not be the only ones who know.
