Shang Youwei walked up to Tong Yinli and said, "Senior Brother Tong, do you still remember what's special about the sad hand?"

Tong Yin immediately recalled the fight that day and suddenly realized: "Oh, when he used the 'Buddha Palm' that day, I seemed to see a red raised object growing in his right palm. Pen "Δ    Quge"

Shang Youwei said: "That day, I also noticed that I have seen Junior Brother Bu's body. It's right that the palm on his body comes from his right palm, but there is no mark. If the palm was done by Master Sadness, it will definitely leave a mark."

After listening to Shang Youwei's analysis, Tong Yinli couldn't help but agree with it and said,

"Junior Brother Shang's analysis is reasonable."

Shang Youwei continued, "At first, I was not sure, because the Wuqing Palm is indeed a martial art that is not a master of Shaolin. However, when I saw that the young man would have less skills. Not only that, he also had martial arts from the Wanxiang School and our Zongjian School. I knew that all martial arts have external skills, and I thought about what happened a year ago, so I was even more convinced that it was not what Master Sadness did."

6 Zhizhang couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that there is another hidden truth in Junior Brother Bu's death. We are sorry Master Sad. I think there must be something strange about Master Very Master's death. At present, we should put the overall situation first. Junior Brother Tong and Junior Brother Shang, I would like to both of you to go to Shaolin tomorrow. First, tell the abbot about what you have encountered, explain the interests and hidden conspiracies, and second, we will discuss with him the names of Shaolin and Zongjian to all major sects to expose the conspiracy behind the whole thing."

Monk Tong Yinli stood up and replied, "Yes, senior brother of the sect."

After some discussion and everything was decided to clarify, 6 Zhizhang felt guilty about Monk Tong Yinli's behavior, and traveled between the martial arts world for the things of the Zongjian Sect, and then persuaded them to go down and rest quickly. The two of them were indeed anxious and tired in the past month, so they left the inner hall, bowed and said goodbye, and went down to rest.

The next day, Monk Tong Yinli Youwei hurriedly rode his horse to Shaolin Temple.

The two of them came to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain and were in a hurry. The two alert monks saw that they were from the Zongjian Sect and quickly passed on the news.

After receiving the disciple's message, the abbot found Master Bei Ku. After hearing the two scattered people from the Sect Sword Palace came, he said to the abbot: "Senior brother, is it the Zong Jian Sect here to seek revenge? But the junior brother Bei Ku was not in the temple."

The abbot thought for a while and asked, "No, if you were seeking revenge, how could the two of you come?"

When he felt that the abbot's senior brother was right, he thought about the purpose of the two of them.

The abbot was unsure of his mind and thought that it was a guest from afar. When the two of them arrived at a sensitive time, they must have something important to do, so they said to the miserable: "In this way, go and greet me on my behalf, and I will wait in the inner hall."

After accepting the grief, he was about to go to greet him. The abbot was worried and explained again,

"Junior brother, the two of them are distinguished guests. I told my disciples to be polite."

After being in the temple for many years, he naturally understood the abbot's intention. After saying goodbye, he led Feifan to the gate of the temple. Seeing that Tong Yinli and Chongxusan from the Zongjian Sect came towards him, Zhuigu stepped forward and said, "The Yuanxusan people and Chongxusan people came from afar, but before they could meet, they were often rude. I hope not to blame him."

Tong Yinli did not have the intention of provoking troops to sue him, but replied sincerely: "Master of Sadness and Pain, please be polite."

"I wonder what you two have come to my temple?" asked sadly,

Tong Yinli replied: "Oh, we are here specifically for the sake of the Master of Sorrow. This trip is to express our apology to the Abbot of Sorrow."

When he heard that the two of you were coming to express his apology, he felt much more relieved. He felt that he was rude to speak outside, so he said to them: "You are so busy, please go to the inner hall to have a tea and have a nap." As he said that, he led them to the temple.

Monk Tong Yinli Youwei, led by sadness, entered the inner hall, and saw the abbot sitting above the inner hall with his eyes closed, turning his rosary with his fingers.

Monk Tong Yinli Youwei stood in the back of the hall, and stepped forward to the abbot's ear and said a few words. The abbot opened his eyes and said, "Amitabha, the two of you are here to visit my temple, but I am not able to welcome you in person, so I am rude."

Tong Yinli politely returned the courtesy: "Master, don't be polite."

"I heard from my miserable junior brother, are you here to apologize?" The abbot's voice was calm and his tone was neutral.

"Yes, Master, when we saw a red projection on the palm of our sad hand, we immediately realized that the murderer had someone else." Shang Youwei explained,

The abbot smiled slightly, and then said, "I am sad that my junior brother had an extra polyp on his right hand since he was a child. He was afraid that others would make fun of him when he saw it, so he often covered his right palm and always showed his left hand."

Shang Youwei's expression was a little frowned, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "So, we were wrongly blamed Master Wu Ai. We accidentally injured him the month ago, so we came here to apologize to the abbot, and I don't know that Master Wu Ai can be in the temple."

Feifan, who was waiting on the side, immediately asked with concern: "Did you hurt the uncle of the sadness?"

When they heard the extraordinary questions, they knew that the sadness was not in the temple. The Shaolin Temple had not yet known about his injury, and a hint of shame appeared on their faces.

The abbot did not mean to blame him excitedly. He was like a pool of calm water, which was always hard to see through. He still said in a gentle tone: "After my junior brother caused trouble in Zongjian Palace, he has never returned to the temple. For this reason, our brothers and two uncles, who have suffered a lot, have been worried."

Tong Yinli apologized immediately after hearing this:

"We really feel sorry for Master Leslie Cherish, and we have even caused several masters to worry that our Sect Sword Sect is indeed ashamed of Shaolin."

Feifan blamed him: "My special nephew died under your sect's sword technique. You have never given any explanation, but instead made me sad that my junior brother suffered an unjust injustice."

The abbot felt that Feifan's words were too sharp, so he signaled Feifan not to be excited.

Shang Youwei heard Feifan mention this matter and thought of the purpose of this trip and explained: "In addition to apologizing to the Kuji Temple, we will also give Kuji an explanation on this matter."

He said sadly and calmly: "I wish to hear it carefully."

Tong Yinli said frankly in front of everyone: "The day before yesterday, my junior brother and I fought with a young man and were defeated by his sword."

The abbot said in surprise: "With the sword skills of the two sanren, they actually lost to one young man?" The words were unbelievable, but convincing.

Shang Youwei responded: "That's true. That young man made the lost sect sword technique of the sect, the eighteen styles of breaking the sword."

Jujue seemed to understand the meaning behind it, and asked, "What do you mean is this young man killed my extraordinary nephew?"

Tong Yin immediately saw that Master Wu Ku seemed to be disbelief, so he comforted him and said, "Master, don't be anxious, listen to me and tell me slowly. This person not only knows our sect's sword skills, but also knows the "Buddha Sea Light Art" and "Buddha Kicking the Wall" in your Shaolin."

The abbot said in surprise: "This martial arts is never passed down. These two martial arts are two martial arts used by my Buddhist qigong. How could I learn it for others?"

Shang Youwei saw that the abbot began to worry about this matter, and further said: "This is what we are strange about, and this person also knows the Vientiane Vientiane Vientiane Qigong."

The abbot was surprised: "The stranger it is. The martial arts of the Wanxiang School have never been spread. This person knows three martial arts at a young age, but he doesn't know how good his internal strength is."

Tong Yinli responded to the abbot: "From our fight, it is definitely above me and my junior brother."

After hearing what the two said sadly, I felt a little incredible. It is rare for a person who has been practicing the three supreme martial arts in one year. His internal strength is actually above the two sanren of the Zongjian Palace, which is quite unbelievable. He asked, "What do you mean is that your junior brother Bu and our extraordinary nephew were killed by this person?"

Shang Youwei knew what was confusing to the suffering, so he said, "We are just doubting it at the moment, maybe it was his doing, or maybe it was his master or senior brother. It's a pity that we didn't know who he and his master were."

The abbot is a discerning person. He knew that the reputation of the two sanren in Zongjian Palace would not be arbitrarily. Moreover, the sanren sect attaches importance to reputation, so how could he easily fabricate the lies that the two sanren were defeated by a young man? In this way, wouldn't it be a defamation to the sect? Therefore, the abbot was convinced that what the two said was, and he also saw through the conspiracy behind it at a glance.

The abbot said: "Your words remind me of my sorrow, my grief, my junior brother, my uncle Kuji, and important figures who have disappeared from various martial arts sects in recent years, and the revenge killings of the sects a year ago."

Shang Youwei couldn't help but secretly admire the abbot. He could tell the bones when he nipped his skin and had a very wise eye. He then agreed, "The master is the same as what we thought, and we also suspect that someone was making trouble from behind."

The abbot continued to state: "I think this matter is mostly done by the Mongolians."

"The master is exactly the same as what we speculated." He still hasn't ignited admiration for the abbot again.

"What instructions do your head have?" asked the abbot.

Tong Yinli took out 6 Zhizhang's handwritten letter from his arms and responded: "The senior brother of the sect wants to mediate the struggles of various sects in the name of the noble and sects, and expose the conspiracy behind it."

The abbot felt that 6 Zhizhang was the head of a sect, but he had the demeanor and spirit of the head, and said happily: "Now the country is facing danger, we should put the overall situation first and we should not continue to fight in this way."

When he remembered something sadly, he asked, "Do you two remember the appearance of that young man? If you remember, you can draw a portrait, and we can use the power of various factions to capture this person and force him to tell the conspiracy behind him."

Tong Yinli said, "What the master said is so much, I immediately draw his portrait and ask the master to bring the ink treasure." He was so sad that he ordered a disciple to take the ink treasure, and Tong Yinli raised his stroke to draw the portrait.

Tong Yinli handed the portrait to Master Leku. Shang Youwei looked forward and praised him, "Senior brother is very good at writing, and he paints very similarly."

Ju Jue handed the portrait to the abbot again. The abbot looked at the portrait and handed it to Feifan, and ordered: "Immediately copy it out a few hundred copies, and then pass it to each sect."

Feifan took the portrait and took the order and stepped aside.

The abbot turned to the two scattered people from the Zongjian Sect and said solemnly: "Then we both send disciples to the major sects to explain this matter with this portrait, hoping to promote unity."

Shang Youwei replied with a cheerful tone: "Everything is only based on the master's instructions."

The abbot felt that this matter was a good idea as soon as possible, and was afraid that the traitor would take advantage of this to cause trouble, so he reminded him: "Then we should not be late, we will act together tomorrow."

After the monk Tong Yinli agreed with ease, he left Shaolin Temple and went straight to Zongjian Palace.

The two sects then sent their disciples to the Jile Sect, the Wanxiang Sect, the Kongtong Sect, the Lijiazhai, and the Beggars' Sect. For a time, the Central Plains sects returned to their past relationships, but all sects regarded Zongzheng as their enemy.
Chapter completed!