Host Baimei said in his heart, "Finally came", and said: "The old man went west, the past is vivid, and Lao Na has never forgotten it."
Xinyuan raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears in the corners of his eyes, slowly stood up, turned to look at the hostess with a hatred in his eyes, and said bitterly: "The old man is dead, but you are not dead. I want to know what this is why."
Bai Mei sighed suddenly, and said helplessly: "The old man is going to be immortal, Lao Na should have been in the ground, but there is a hidden sense in it. Donors, please come with me."
Xin Yuan Jian Bai Mei looked sad, turned and walked towards the apse. He hesitated and followed in. White eyebrows pointed at the sitting statue of Empress Xizi and said: "Two days ago, Lao Na saw the donor's expression when he looked at the image. I must have heard the story of Wu Yue's struggle. So does the donor know that this Empress Xizi can be regarded as one. Sacrifice as a hero of the country?"
Xinyuan snorted coldly and didn't say a word.
Host Baimei continued: "I don’t go to hell, whoever goes to hell. I think this verse must be heard by the donor. The deceased is dead, the living is still alive, but the undead may not be better than the dead. Relax. The murder of your master is really hidden."
Suddenly, Xinyuan heard the host Baimei say the three words "Your Master" to himself, and he was so embarrassed that he secretly thought: "Listen to him, does he already know who I am and why I am here?" When he was full of hesitation, he heard the host Baimei say: "There are many people here, please ask the donor to come with me to the meditation room." Then the host Baimei walked into the meditation room.
Xinyuan was originally full of resentment towards the monks in Xizi Temple after the death of Master Shenmu, but the resentment returned to resentment. Whether the monks in Xizi Temple killed the Master or not, there are many doubts about this matter. If the murderer’s crime is imprisoned on their heads just because their master died in the Xizi Temple, this will not only not avenge the master, but will also make the real murderer get stunned and get away with it. He has thought about the cause of Master’s death many times. He felt that Master had neither forged an unshakable hatred with others, nor possessed any magical secrets and swords that made people in the martial arts coveted. There is no doubt that the master must die. According to common sense, there is only one explanation left, that is, the existence of the master hinders the realization of other people's goals, so death is necessary. However, Master has rarely intervened in martial arts disputes. After all, who regarded Master as an obstacle to the realization of his goals, he couldn't figure out who he wanted to break his head. In less than a cup of tea, Xinyuan heard host Baimei say that there is something hidden behind Master's death twice in a row. He followed Mr. Baimei and entered the Buddhist room, and saw Mr. Baimei stretch out his hand on a blue brick in the corner of the room and pat lightly. Suddenly a secret door appeared on the ground below the corner. The stone steps to the bottom of the earth.
The two of them walked down the stone steps, and underneath was a one-foot-long underground secret room. Inside the secret room was a table of Eight Immortals, an oil lamp on top, and two benches beside the table. There was nothing else. After Xin Yuan and Baimei presided over entering the secret room, the door of the secret room was automatically closed. Host Baimei lit the oil lamp on the table and said, "Presumably you have seen Yi Ran."
Xinyuan nodded, and heard Baimei ask: "Have you ever heard of Mahura Kamon?"
"Never heard it."
"This is a mysterious killer organization. It existed hundreds of years ago, and suddenly disappeared more than a hundred years ago. But after the battle for the head of the Wudang Sect 30 years ago, the Wudang Sect masters suffered all the casualties, and it was reported on the rivers and lakes. The news about it said that Mahura Kamon started to act again, assassinating masters of various sects, snatching cheats, and gaining influence. Because the activities of this mysterious organization are very secretive, it is difficult to be discovered during the action, so many sects After the master is assassinated, even the closest people often don't know the truth, or treat it as other enemies to seek revenge, or as an accidental death, etc., and so on."
"What does this have to do with my master?"
"Of course it does matter. Your master is a major disciple of the former high-ranking monk of South Shaolin Temple in Fujian. He defected from South Shaolin 30 years ago under the arrangement of the former abbot and broke into the mysterious organization. Later, the incident was revealed and he was hunted down. It was erratic, and the whole world was home, so as to avoid the chase of Mahura Kamon."
Xinyuan didn't expect Master to be born in South Shaolin, but what made him even more unexpected was that Master was a shadow who had penetrated into the mysterious organization. He had never heard Master talk about this. At this moment, he just wanted to figure out who the master died by, so he asked, "Who killed my master?"
Host Baimei was silent for a moment, looked at Xinyuan, and suddenly sighed, with a firm look on his face, and said, "It's me."
"What!" Xinyuan's surprise was really extraordinary. After listening to the host Baimei for a long time, he had already determined that it was the mysterious organization of Mahura Kamen who killed the master, but he never expected that the host Baimei would say so. , For a while, he only felt the blood in his head rushing upwards, and the world was spinning around, almost fainting.
After a long while, Xin Yuan still felt dizzy, his chest was irritable, and he only felt that everything in the world had never been so incredible. At this moment, his thoughts were chaotic and complicated, but he felt that all the clues seemed to flood his mind like a tide at this moment, unable to understand who was right and who was wrong, who was right and who was wrong, and he just felt like he was in a dream. , It is not clear whether it is true or false.
Xinyuan hugged his head with his hands, and thought hard while holding his hair with both hands, feeling almost out of breath. Suddenly he gave a long roar, the sound was like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, echoing through the entire secret room after being refracted by the wall, only the lights flickered, and the dust fell from the wall above his head and filled the surroundings.
After a while, Xinyuan gradually calmed down, and said to host Baimei: "I am upset in my heart, goodbye." Then he turned on the steps, reached out and patted a piece of green brick protruding by the door, but he didn't expect to be excited. With too much force, the blue brick broke into several pieces with a "poof" and fell to the ground. He walked out of the secret room, walked out of the meditation room, jumped over the courtyard wall, no matter what direction it was, he strode like a dash. After running for a while, he suddenly felt tired, so he stopped and sat on a long pine tree trunk beside him to rest, only to find that he had run wild for hundreds of miles before he knew it. In front of the tomb of the ancient language.
At this time the sky was approaching dusk. As it had been raining for the first two days and the humidity was heavy, at this moment, the Fushan Mountain was enveloped by a thick layer of mist. A cool breeze was blowing in the mist and mist, and Xin Yuan suddenly felt the cool air on his face. , The boredom in my chest gradually disappeared, and my mood improved.
He stayed for a while beside Wenzhong's tomb, looking at the mottled tombstone of the historic site, he suddenly remembered the old Motou in the vegetable garden at the back of Shaolin Temple. He remembered that the old Motou had told himself the night before his death that he was the great disciple of Wudang Sect, Yue Mo, who was called "Tai Chi Shou" by Jianghu people. Due to the undermining of the Demon Sect, the real master Xugu died tragically. The master of Wudang Sect was great Part of him died in an unfavorable manner, and he himself was completely disheartened because of this. He left Wudang Mountain and later retired to Shaolin Temple to become an obscure vegetable grower. This invisibility was thirty years. Thinking of this, Xinyuan moved in his heart and thought: "Is the demon sect that Motou mentioned is Mohulakamen?"