Upon closer inspection, he saw that they were all dressed in monk robes and were monks like him. There was no other temple in the surrounding area other than the White Horse Temple. It seemed that these three people were from the White Horse Temple, and one of them looked to be in his sixties or seventies. Just as he was thinking about how they died here, he suddenly felt that the place where his left foot was stepping on was higher than his right foot, and it felt soft. Looking down, he saw a bloody hand stepping on his feet. As Jue Se was already mentally prepared, she wasn't frightened. When he carefully examined the bodies of the three monks, he saw that they all had four legs. Then whose extra hand could it be? For a moment, a big doubt arose in his heart.
It was truly inconceivable that such a thing had happened on this cold and dense forest path. Perhaps only ghosts and gods could be used to cover up the matter. In order to find out the truth, Jue Se prepared to rush to White Horse Temple in the middle of the night to ask about it. The White Horse Temple was on the top of the mountain opposite, about five miles away from here. Jue Se used the Snake Movement Technique and arrived in front of the White Horse Temple in just a joss stick's time.
Seeing that the temple door was closed, Jue Se knocked on the door a few times. Just as she was about to ask if anyone was there, the door suddenly opened and a young monk came out. He looked at the beauty and then put his palms together."Patron, what's the matter?" "May I ask if your abbot is in the temple?"”The young monk looked at the stunning beauty and saw that he was also a monk. However, it was not convenient for him to ask, so he only said,"The abbot is not in the temple." "Where did he go?" Jue Se asked anxiously.”The little monk choked as if he was trying to hide something. He said,"The abbot went out with two senior brothers an hour ago.”
When Jue Se saw the body of the sixty-seven-year-old monk, she suspected that it was the abbot of the White Horse Temple. Therefore, she wanted to come and ask about it. Seeing that the young monk was so secretive, she hesitated. She didn't know if she should ask. If she asked, they would ask her how the abbot died and how she should answer. Just as he came back to his senses, he saw that the young monk had suddenly disappeared in front of him. He suddenly felt that it was strange. Just as he was about to enter the temple to investigate, he heard a wave of footsteps approaching him. He focused his gaze and saw two groups of staff-wielding monks rushing out with wooden sticks in their hands, surrounding the beautiful woman.
Jue Se thought,"The more I think about it, the more I know that White Horse Temple is a black temple. I've been in Shaolin for so long, but I never knew about it." It seemed that the death of the three monks and the hand of an unknown person must have something to do with White Horse Temple.”Now, he had an extra focus in his heart and was ready to counterattack at any time. He saw that although the other party had many people, looking at their breathing and posture, they were only people who knew superficial martial arts. It was not difficult to defeat them. Now that he could figure out the situation, it was best not to make a move. Just as he was thinking, the monk and a master in his forties or fifties walked out. The little monk pointed at Jue Se and said,"Martial Uncle, it's him."”The martial uncle mentioned by the little monk was Hua Chen, the junior brother of the White Horse Temple's abbot Hua Chen.
Hua Chen fiddled with the prayer beads in his left hand and held the Buddhist Commandment Blade in his right. He glanced at Jue Se and said,"You pervert, arrest him!" Jue Se was shocked when she heard the word "pervert"."Does he know what he did to Yang Cailian?”He wasn't afraid, but when he thought of Yang Cailian, he felt even more guilty. Then, he shouted the word "slow". When the two staff-using monks heard Hua Chen's order, one of them swung his staff down on Hua Chen's head while the other stabbed at Jue Se's waist. When the others heard Jue Se shout " slow down ", they felt an endless amount of deterrence. They were instantly stunned and stood there, not knowing how to act.
Her left hand brushed out and grabbed the rod that was about to stab her waist. With a crack, the wooden stick broke from the middle. The staff-wielding monk lost his balance and fell a few steps forward. Fortunately, his companions were holding him, or else he would have fallen to the ground. Jue Se held the half-broken rod in her hand and blocked the rod that was coming at her head. With another crack, the rod was also cut in two. The monk who was holding the stick felt his hands go numb. Blood flowed out of his thumb and forefinger. He could no longer hold the stick. With a thump, the broken stick fell to the ground.
Jue Se had only used two moves, but when everyone knew how powerful his martial arts were and knew that they could not withstand it, they all retreated behind Hua Chen. Hua Chen was originally fearless, but when he saw Jue Se reveal this skill, he immediately became timid. However, he did not show it and stood still, but the hand holding the prayer beads was already trembling violently.
Jue Se was afraid that a misunderstanding would cause an even bigger matter, so she hurriedly said,""Don't misunderstand, I have no ill intentions.”Hua Chen took a deep breath and said,"Then why did you come to my temple in the middle of the night?”"Martial Uncle, he said he's looking for the abbot."”Hua Chen gave an "oh" and said to Jue Se,"Why are you looking for my senior brother?”"Is the abbot of the White Horse Temple over sixty years old, with a silver beard over a foot long, but his eyebrows have all fallen off?" And two monks in their thirties?”
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。