Sealing Sword

Those cold fingers had already pressed hard on his eyelids, Xuansu could already feel the slight pain coming from his eyes, but before these two fingers dug out his eyeballs, there was a stream of warm blood splashing on his face superior.

The stench rushed towards the face, the blood almost drilled into the flesh and bone marrow from the pores, as if countless scarlet worms were crawling on the body, gnawing crazily.Xuan Su's face turned pale, a sense of trembling rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his scalp went numb and his hands and feet trembled.

Xuan Su staggered back two steps, recovered half of his life from the gate of hell, his eyes were still aching, he shook his head, almost stabbed out with the Wuwei sword in his hand, but Zhao Qing had already fallen.

Two sounds of "plop" sounded one after another, one heavy and one light, Zhao Qing's body fell to the ground, but his head rolled to Xuan Su's feet, leaving a crooked bloodstain, no matter how he looked at it, he was terrified.

Ye Fusheng didn't know when he came here, he seized the opportunity to strike at a critical moment, and the Jinghong knife inserted into the battle without a sound, cutting skin and flesh, breaking bones and heads, leaving no life left, blood spattered three feet in the blink of an eye.

The quickness of the attack, the sharpness of the knife, and the precise timing, all three are indispensable, which is rare in Xuansu's life.

Xuan Su lowered his head in a daze, looked at Zhao Qing's unrepentant eyes, then raised his head to look at Ye Fusheng, his face was pale, his lips were turning blue, after this move, he stretched out his hand to support his body by the fence, his legs almost went limp Kneel down.

Only the hand holding the knife was as steady as a rock, motionless.

He is like an umbrella whose bamboo bones have been taken out, leaving only a layer of soft oil paper, which is still unwilling to give up the wind and rain.

Ye Fusheng managed to catch his breath, shook his head, saw Xuan Su looking over, and twitched his mouth: "Are you scared?"

Xuan Su put on a dull face: "Yeah, the poor are really scared."

Ye Fusheng choked, and laughed out of breath.Xuan Su forced himself not to look at the corpses and blood on the ground, walked quickly over to support him, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"There's such a commotion in the temple, if I still can't wake up, I'm afraid I'll have to sleep forever." Ye Fusheng wiped the blade of the knife with his sleeve, and put the knife back into the sheath, "When I woke up, I only saw Miss Xue and A Li who were about to go out. , I knew your whereabouts from them, so I followed them, just in time to save you a pair of tricks."

His body had a toxic attack, but he was suppressed by internal force. It was a difficult journey, not to mention the unknown situation in Tallinn. Ye Fusheng was ready to chase after him, but unexpectedly, he saw the flash of fire first, and then heard muffled noises coming one after another. It can be regarded as finding a place.

Speaking of this, Ye Fusheng lowered his head to look at the person whose head was beheaded by him, and only then did he take a quick glance. He only knew that this person was strong in martial arts, and he could lift weights lightly. That's why I dare not hold back.

He frowned, turned his eyes around the head and the corpse, and already had a guess: "Zhao Qing?"

Xuan Su said "Yes": "When I came, I found that someone wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rescue Zhao Qing, but he was insane and didn't recognize anyone, so he delayed the opportunity and asked me to stop him."

Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes: "Then why were you so stunned just now?"

The timing of his coming up was just right, he just saw Zhao Qing pinching Xuan Su's sword, the latter had a chance to withdraw his hand and backed up, but he just stood there, Ye Fusheng had no choice but to kill him.

Hearing this, Xuan Su's expression changed, he hesitated to speak, but before he could say anything, a bell suddenly rang from below, and spread far away in the night.

There is a big bronze bell hanging outside the first floor of each pagoda, which is used as a warning. The martial arts practitioners gather their strength to strike, and the sound can be heard for three to five miles in an instant. All the monks in the temple who did not sleep died In the past, the voice from here could be heard.

There are still people in this tower.

Xuan Su came in a hurry, Ye Fusheng chased even more urgently, both of them climbed up the tower, it wasted time not climbing up the steps from inside the tower.I thought that outsiders would rob the prisoners, and there might be no survivors in the tower, but unexpectedly there were still people alive, and the big bell rang.

Estimating that people would surround the pagoda in a short time, Xuansu frowned: "There is trouble here, no matter who those two are, they pretended to be monks in the temple, and now that Zhao Qing is dead, we'd better leave here first .”

This is a good idea, but the door below might be locked, even with Zhuo Ran's lightness skill, it would be risky to jump down from the seven-storey tower, not to mention Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su were caused by poison, and the other was depleted of energy.

After thinking for a while, Ye Fusheng asked: "Tell me everything you have seen and heard about coming here."

Xuan Su quickly took out everything just now, Ye Fusheng slowly relaxed his frown, and said, "We can't leave."

"why?"

Ye Fusheng was not in a hurry to answer, he reached into his arms and took out the fire pocket, then turned around and entered Zhao Qing's cell.

Since it was built in a high tower, the prison cell was also arranged as a meditation room, except that there were additional fences and iron cages, and there was a large iron cage as tall as a person in the middle, and the lock inside was unlocked, so it was empty.

There were three corpses on the ground, two of them were old monks with white beards, all of them were emaciated, and they were stabbed in the back with a knife pierced through the heart; one was a young monk, his face was covered in blood and he fell on the ground, a bloodstain on his head ran across his face, and his brain was also drained from his face. The crack flowed out, probably because it was pulled on Zhao Qing's head by a chain.

Ye Fusheng knelt down and talked carefully about the corpses of the two old monks, and secretly said, "It really is."

Xuan Su asked him: "What did you find?"

Ye Fusheng pressed his forehead and said: "Just now that false monk said 'four brothers', think about it carefully."

From their words, it can be inferred that one of them died in the cell, and two died under the tower, so where is the fourth person?

"The Futu Pagoda is heavily guarded. From what I can see, these two old monks have calloused hands. They are both martial arts experts. Even if Zhao Qing really escapes, he may not be the opponent of these two, unless the three of them are faster than me. Otherwise, he would never be able to kill him with one blow." Ye Fusheng said, "The two old monks were both poisoned."

While speaking, he handed the fire folder to Xuan Su, and walked to the incense table by himself, the incense candles on it had been extinguished, Ye Fusheng twisted the incense ash with his fingers, his eyes were cold: "Here."

The two old monks are responsible for detaining serious offenders in the pagoda, so naturally they dare not relax at all. The other monks in the pagoda must also pay close attention to them. In addition to people entering and exiting, even water and food must be carefully checked. It is not easy to mix poison in it?

Unless there is a monk in the pagoda who put the poison into the incense, took the opportunity of offering Buddha and sweeping, changed the incense candle, lit the poison, and quietly applied the poison in the volatilization, it would be too late when he found out.

The two old monks were outstanding in martial arts all their lives, but in the end they fell into a crisis due to the tricks of ghosts and ghosts, and died in a surprise attack by someone with a heart.

Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes: "If you want to rob Zhao Qing, of course you can't leak the news. The bell ringer just now is probably the last survivor in this tower, but if it's you, will you stay alive?"

The thief shouted, "Catch the thief," but that's all.

Thinking of the person who sent the message, Xuan Su felt a chill in his heart: "They deliberately want to lure me over to be a scapegoat!"

Ye Fusheng reached out and touched his chin, his brows were wrinkled again, and he didn't speak.

Xuan Su didn't bother him, in fact, he was also full of confusion, looking at the corpse in front of him for a while, and thinking of Zhao Qing for a while, it's a pity that he had so many questions, but now no one can answer them.

The two of them just sat on the ground here, until the sound of footsteps came from far to near along with the noise, the door was suddenly pushed open, and twenty or so people filed in, crowding the cell to the brim, Xuansu looked around, and the corridor outside was also crowded. It was full of people, from all sects, guarding each door and window separately, lest they fly out with wings.

Half of the people who entered the cell were members of the sect, and the other half were monks. The leaders were Heng Ming and Heng Yuan.Seeing the dead body on the ground, Heng Ming called out "Master Uncle" in pain, with a sad and indignant expression, his eyes were almost bloodshot when looking at Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su.

Hengyuan also showed grief, moved the beads with his fingers, and murmured "Amitabha". Someone outside found Zhao Qing's body and shouted: "Zhao Qing is dead? Who did it!"

The uproar became even louder for a while, Xuansu felt a little harsh, and always felt that these people were more unwilling to be reconciled with unspeakable envy than the pleasure of killing the devil.

Heng Yuan looked at them and said: "Master Xuansu, Master Ye, the two broke into the pagoda in the middle of the night and killed Zhao Qing and the people in my temple. Shouldn't you give an explanation?"

Ye Fusheng didn't open his eyes, Xuansu answered: "There was a reason for trespassing on the pagoda, killing Zhao Qing was a last resort, but these masters were not the work of the two of us. I don't ask why, Brother Heng Yuan doesn't think so. Did you make a mistake?"

Heng Ming said angrily: "The two juniors under the pagoda have traces of the Taishang Palace's martial arts on their bodies. How dare you say that it wasn't your murderous hands? The two senior uncles were wounded by swords, could it be that you drew the swords?"

Xuan Su frowned fiercely when he heard him accuse him of indiscriminate accusations without thinking carefully, and seeing Heng Yuan's sad face seemed choked with sobs, he knew that this person wanted to use the impulsive Heng Ming to push tonight's events On himself and Ye Fusheng, when the time comes, thousands of people will criticize and say nothing.

He sneaked a look at Ye Fusheng, the latter had his eyes closed, his brows and eyelashes trembled slightly, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead again, probably because the suppressed discomfort rolled up again.

Xuan Su was anxious to the edge, but calmed down instead.

On Wangchen Peak, he never bothered to face anything, and when he went down the mountain, he had Ye Fusheng's guidance and advice, this was the first time for Xuan Su to face such an aggressive and extremely critical situation.

Even with a sword in hand, no matter how literary or martial arts are, it is difficult to do anything.

But he can't be shadowed by others all his life, let alone sit idly by.

Xuansu clenched his fists slowly, faced Hengming, and said in a cold voice: "One of the following two people was killed by Pindao, and the other was thrown from a tall building by Zhao Qing. If it is done, I dare to do it, but please come with this body. Together with the corpses, first find out the identities of the three monks. As for the two masters..."

After a pause, his voice became colder: "Pindao is standing before this year, and he is an outsider, if he can get close to the two masters and take the opportunity to sneak attack, is it because of Pindao's extraordinary talent or the inherent disadvantages of Wuxiang Temple's martial arts? The two masters shoulder the important task of guarding, so why did they expose their unsuspecting backs to the poor? You can carefully examine the knife wounds on their bodies, whether it is the sword on the two of us, or the Jiedao from Wuxiang Temple?"

This series of questions stunned Hengming on the spot, and he wanted to refute but was unable to say anything. Finally, Hengyuan could no longer keep silent, and asked, "Even if the matter of the murder needs to be clarified, why did Zhao Qing die? You two trespassed on the pagoda Tower, why?"

The other party killed him and the two of them sneaked into the pagoda with ulterior motives. Whether it was fornicating the magic way to save Zhao Qing, or intending to take the lead and kill Zhao Qing to gain fame before the conference, it was a matter of hatred.

Xuansu looked at Hengyuan, the young monk was still gentle, but his eyes were like leeches, who would bite on the smell of blood.

His gaze finally turned completely cold.

"Master Hengyuan, Pindao respects you with the word 'senior brother', which is to respect Sui Yue and Wuxiang Temple, not you." Xuan Su slowly got up and stood in front of Ye Fusheng, Wuwei sword sheathed into a flute, in front of him With a twist of the fingers, he stood with his hands behind his back.

His eyes swept across Hengyuan and Hengming, and then looked at a group of people with different expressions behind them, and said: "Pindao is the sixth head of the Supreme Palace. Go out to talk face-to-face, present real evidence, and dissect the truth into black and white. There is nothing wrong with being poor and upright, and you don’t dodge or avoid it, so let’s make it clear here and now!"

As soon as he said that, the whole audience was in an uproar, how many people dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out, Heng Yuan looked directly at Xuan Su, only to feel that the Taoist priest who was usually as gentle as a spring breeze was suddenly tinged with spring cold, not fierce, but piercing.

Ye Fusheng slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Xuansu's back, he couldn't help curling his lips, propped his palm on the ground, stood up and patted Xuansu's shoulder, and stood beside him.

Compared to Xuan Su, Ye Fusheng's aura is not overbearing, like a dark shadow standing in the candlelight, and his speech is also a little soft, as if he is weak.

But when he said a word, it was like hitting a poisonous snake with a hockey stick, preventing it from moving——

"There was a fire in the scripture building, and the road is not close. Everyone came in time, but I don't know if the fire can be resolved? Where are Abbot Sejian, Seruojian Temple, and Taoist Duanheng?" After a pause, Ye Fusheng looked at those monks, "By the way, I don't know which master was the one who rang the bell to warn him just now. Please come out and give a personal certificate to clarify the facts."