The villain's guide to throwing blame

Xuantianzong, Lingwu Hall.

The chaotic and noisy scene was as silent as if the monk had been collectively silenced the moment he stepped in.

Everyone looked towards the gate of the palace, and saw the man Xiao Xiao standing solemnly, with the expression between his eyebrows as distant and calm as a snow lotus blooming on the top of a towering mountain.The white robe corners are lifted by the wind when walking past, indistinctly like a fairy entering the mortal world.

The words of crusade against Shaolin Temple that were eager to come out of everyone's throats were swallowed abruptly, and they had to suffer from indigestion by pinching their noses.

The representatives of each faction and each other are serious and respectful. The righteousness of the nose, nose, and mind is as if they are just a big word that is almost about to enter Shaolin Mountain Gate.

Feng Ling's teasing gaze flicked across the hall leisurely, as if he was about to shave off everyone's face, until a few young people who couldn't concentrate were about to jump up uncomfortably, then he took it easy Withdrawing his gaze, he watched the monk in front of him quite leisurely.

The monk stood in the center of the hall, slapped his head to everyone, and said calmly, "Amitabha, the poor monk, whose name is Yuechen, has been ordered by his master to come down the mountain and come here to help you find out about the murder of Chang Pavilion Master."

Feng Ling's mind flickered, and everyone around him faded away in his eyes.For a moment, it seemed as if time went back in time, the monk in white walked out from the winding path, his eyes were cold, from deep to shallow clear stream.In his nostrils, there is the light and bitter breath of pines and cypresses in the snow coming out of this person's bones.

He bowed slightly and saluted, "The poor monk is called Yuechen, and I have seen Young Master Feng."

At this moment, the picture in memory and reality coincided, Feng Ling's tense face suddenly eased, and a bright smile shone on his face like the warm sun in winter.

It's really been a long time, Mage Yuechen.

At this time, Yue Chen had been invited to the seat by the disciples of Xuantian Sect, and the silence in the hall eased a little, but no one openly conspired about what Shaolin Temple did.

In the end, it is still bullying and fearing hard. Although Shaolin has always been respectful, fair and merciful to the outside world, the Buddha is merciful and still has the glaring eyes of King Kong. No one wants to offend the giant Shaolin Temple because of crossing the boundary.

And it was time for someone to ease the atmosphere in the cold scene. Xuan Chengzi, the head of Xuantianzong, cleared his throat and laughed loudly, "Master Lao Yuechen is here. I wonder if Abbot Huiyuan is still in good health?"

Yuechen is the eldest disciple of Abbot Huiyuan of Shaolin Temple, and he has cultivated a high level among the younger generation of immortals.And the generation of Shaolin Temple chiefs seldom go out of the mountain now, laboring him to go down the mountain to take this trip shows that this matter is still very important in the eyes of Shaolin.

After hearing what Xuan Chengzi said, Yuechen held up his nephew and saluted, "My teacher is in good health, but he is currently retreating to practice Zen, Master Huike is in charge of the secular affairs of the temple, and he sent a poor monk here for a while. .”

He paused, and slowly dropped an astonishing news, "I should have arrived here earlier, but the poor monk changed his way to visit Yunfu Mountain on the way."

Regardless of the astonishment caused by this statement, Yuechen said unhurriedly, "The poor monk invited to see the body of the Chang Pavilion master. From the poor monk's observation, the Chang Pavilion master once received a palm, and died of the sword after struggling for a while. Next. And that palm technique looks like prajna but not prajna, it's like the long-lost magic cloud palm."

He indifferently raised his eyes and glanced at the surrounding people, his eyes only paused slightly at the place where the wind was blowing, but he quickly swept over indifferently, "Besides, the poor monk couldn't see the way to the Master Chang's death when he opened the altar. He has not entered reincarnation, nor has he stayed here."

If you don't enter reincarnation, you haven't become a lonely soul.

I'm afraid that Chang Pavilion Master has lost his mind and soul.

Hearing this, the hall was dead silent. Since a hundred years ago, after being severely injured in the evil way, they kept quiet and seldom confronted people in the righteous way.Now that Chang Sheng, the master of the Xuanwu Pavilion, has lost his mind and soul after his death, this matter is obviously inseparable from the demon cultivator!

I am afraid that the relationship between immortals and demons will become tense again.

Just when everyone was overwhelmed by the heavy news, a lazy voice said, "Regardless of whether this was done by the demon cultivator or not, the most important thing now is to find the trace of that person." Let's do it."

Following the prestige, I saw the young man in Yueshuang robe leaning up and looking at the monk with a half-smile, his slender eyes were flowing, as clear as frost. "I heard that in the main room of the Chang Pavilion there is still a burnt furnace of Buddhist incense and a string of Buddhist beads. Can I ask Master Yuechen to clear up the confusion for us?"

Yuechen raised his eyelashes slightly, and looked straight at the young man.I haven't seen him for two years, and the young man hasn't changed a bit. His demeanor is as cold as before, Qiong Pei Shanshan.

It was still the same as he remembered, seemingly passionate and focused but actually full of coldness, frivolity and carelessness.

Yuechen retracted his gaze, with an indifferent expression, only thinking that this dandy who is used to flirting around was just a whim, and after all these years, he still only puts on a good appearance and does some romantic affairs, without making any progress.

There is a lake of cold pools in the monk's eyes, and there is not a trace of waves in this provocation.Being cold-hearted and indifferent doesn't seem like a Buddhist cultivator who has compassion for all people in the world. Such a cold heart is more like a sword cultivator than Feng Ling himself.

Or in other words, as one of the innocent people, I didn't receive the slightest compassionate care from Yuechen.Thinking of this, Feng Ling rubbed his chin, he couldn't figure out whether this kind of special analogy to evil spirits was good or bad.

"There is nothing wrong with the Buddhist incense, but the Buddhist beads are a bit special, not made of ordinary materials." Yuechen said calmly, "I will trouble Young Master Feng for this investigation."

Feng Ling smiled and replied in a manly voice, "That's natural. When did I refuse the master's request? Take it for granted, and do my best." After speaking, his smiling eyes flowed down like water on Yuechen's body. What's the matter, it inexplicably aroused a slight itch in people's hearts.

Everyone: "..."

With a simple promise, how could Young Master Feng say it so cryptically, provoking people's hearts and making people think about it.

"Since this is the case, let's stop here for the time being." Xuan Chengzi said in a deep voice, "We will discuss it when we get new information. Fellow Daoists are exhausted, and I, Xuan Tianzong, have prepared for you. Get off to the guest house, you might as well take a rest."

After thanking everyone, they left the hall one after another. When Yuechen started to walk, a word suddenly came from his ear.He paused, glanced at the head of Xuantianzong without a trace, nodded, walked out of the palace gate slowly, and went in a different direction from the others.

Feng Ling stood not far away, watching the figure of the monk leave.The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he turned and left.

People are coming, there are always opportunities, and there is no need to rush.

……

It was already sunset when Yuechen returned to the guest courtyard.He stepped into the courtyard unhurriedly, with the line of his lips tightly pursed, and the matter that Xuan Chengzi's head had just discussed with him was circling in his mind.

A small sound of "snap" came from the Phoenix tree in front of his eyes.

Yuechen raised his eyes, looked there calmly, and was not surprised to see a young man in a white robe of moon frost sitting on a branch. This person who was "not in a hurry" an hour ago was bending over a pair of full Smiling narrow eyes looked at him quietly.

He held a short wooden branch in his hand, which was obviously the cause of the crisp sound just now.

Feng Ling had no doubt that Yuechen had already noticed his presence in front of the courtyard gate, but the monk didn't pause or avoid, just walked in straight.Even if he didn't take the initiative to show up, he might just walk away pretending to be deaf.

The air seemed to be still for a while, and the eyes of the two met. The afterglow of the setting sun turned into a layer of warm and hazy gauze, covering the sky and the earth.There seems to be a different atmosphere in the quiet twilight, secret, warm, and sticky, which almost gives people the illusion of a beautiful and quiet time.

Feng Ling's greedy eyes traced the outline of the person in front of him inch by inch.The stern jaw, the thin lip line, the gentle and indifferent eyebrows.I don't know whether it's because the past years are too short, or my memory is too deep, but the mage Yuechen in front of me is no different from eight years ago.

The person whom he had been thinking about day and night finally stood before him completely again. He heard his heart beating like a drum, and his suppressed thoughts collided chaotically in his chest. Joy, anger, peace, sadness, and blame all turned into The torrent melted into the blood and flowed through his body, and finally merged into the sea of ​​consciousness, gathered in the eyes and turned into something lingering and soft to wrap around him.

Fuck it, don't be in a hurry, I don't want to waste any time now.

As he thought about it, he stretched his body and jumped down from the tree lightly.With a slight movement of his steps, he had already walked in front of the monk, and his eagerness was fully revealed.

Feng Ling looked at him quietly for a while, and suddenly the corners of his eyes raised slightly, revealing a smile of unknown meaning.He bowed slightly in a graceful manner, "It's been a long time since I saw Master Yuechen still looks so handsome."

Yuechen also bowed and said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, Young Master Feng is still handsome." His tone was calm and unwavering, as if he was not very surprised to see him.

The face-saving young master Feng was annoyed when he saw this, and his temper also came up.With a flash of his figure, he suddenly appeared behind Yuechen, and said in a low voice and ambiguously, "I don't think that even today, Master Yuechen still has such a relationship with his subordinates. The beauty of the beautiful night did not leave a trace in the heart of the master." Well, I'm quite, sad."

"Young Master Feng misunderstood, and the poor monk has no other intentions." Yuechen Bafeng didn't move, only when the man was intermittently insane, he flicked lightly, and turned the conversation away, "Dare to ask Young Master Feng to come here?" What's the matter here?" He selectively ignored the ambiguous metaphor.

His expression was still calm, but when his chin moved slightly, he felt the warm breath rushing towards his neck.At this moment, he suddenly remembered what Xuan Chengzi had said to him in private just now.

"Nowadays, Shaolin is just using the past majesty and the protection of Xuantianzong to barely wash away the suspicion, but if no real evidence can be found, this barrier may also be broken. Fortunately, the young master of the nephew Tongfeng family The relationship is very close, if the Feng family is willing to help, presumably Shaolin Temple will not have too much worry this time."

The Feng Family has been famous in Central China for its powerful rune cultivation since before the end of the Dharma Era, and after the Tongtian Ladder was broken, it has improved to a higher level. Runes that only need to consume a little spiritual power of the monk are undoubtedly the most in-demand and valuable things now.

Since then, the Feng family has also taken advantage of these conveniences to develop the sect's secondary industry, Fengying Pavilion, and sell information.With these conditions in hand, the Feng clan is indeed a rare ally for the Shaolin Temple whose reputation is shaken.

However, the relationship is very close.Yuechen didn't answer, but under Xuan Chengzi's earnest suggestion, he lowered his gaze, his expression was difficult to distinguish, making it difficult to figure out his thoughts.

Feng Ling saw that the monk refused to accept anything, and was aroused by this man's appearance that he was so reckless.He made an inch of getting closer to the monk, but at this moment he heard an angry shout.

"Hey! You apprentice came to harass my brother again!"

He looked at it in a blink of an eye, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and immediately laughed.

Isn't this little bun spirit? Why did Yuechen bring him here when he went down the mountain?

The author has something to say:

Feng Ling: Hey hey, the mage is really ruthless, he won't recognize anyone if he takes the slave's body and mouth

Yuejing: Bah!It's obvious that you, a disciple, are greedy for my senior brother's beauty, and slander my senior brother with empty words!

Moondust: ...

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