[Comprehensive martial arts] Holy Monk

November [-]th, heavy snow.

Amidst the wind and snow, a full moon slowly rises from the night sea outside Haihou City.

In the dark and undulating pitch-black water, the reflection of the full moon swayed erratically.It was very late at night, and the fishermen and salt people who worked hard all day had fallen into a deep sleep, so no one saw that a huge white boat suddenly sailed out of the wave of light where the moon and the sea met.

That ship was unimaginably huge.

The giant kun-like hull is smooth reflecting the hazy light, and the overhanging eaves and lofty pavilions on the deck have countless layers, and under the shroud of the full moon, they all turn into a few light shadows, like fairy palaces of jade universe.As the boat approached, faint lights came out from the carved windows of the Feige Pavilion, as if there were Ji people dancing inside, and the waves of silk and bamboo music seemed to be there, softly mixed into the sound of the waves.

The giant ship sailed out of the shadow of the moon, and more than a dozen large black ships appeared on the horizon, flying behind it like flying shuttles on the sea.The big boat was getting faster and faster, and suddenly they all passed the white giant boat like an order, and sailed towards the shore to break the waves.And on the bow of the ship where the wind and snow were blowing, there were dozens of rows of ghostly men in white standing quietly!

Wearing snow hats on their heads, these people in white are about the same height, about the same fat and thin, and even the hands hanging by their sides are almost the same length, looking from a distance, they look like a group of uniform dummies.They had no expression on their faces, and only looked at the few lights on the far bank coldly.

The boat got closer and closer to the shore, and the jagged rocks protruded out of the sea like ghost claws, as if they wanted to pull all the boats around them into the bottom of the water. On the gray land, the outline of Haihou City gradually became clear.

The men in white on the boat became more and more solemn, with hundreds of pairs of eyes firmly fixed on the north outside the city.Across the distance of several miles, there is a piece of wasteland where fishermen do not settle down, because on the wasteland, there is still a luxurious garden that was destroyed by the fire.

People in Haihou City now only call it Shenyuan, but 18 years ago, there was a famous name in the southeast——

Leading Star Villa.

The ship has docked.

Hundreds of men in white floated off the boat, bowed their heads respectfully, and waited quietly in the snow.

The huge white ship was moored on the sea like a city, and amidst the sound of silk and bamboo, the doors of the pavilions on the deck suddenly opened.

The lights were shining down on the ground, and six people with fluttering robes came out.

These six people are completely different from the men in white.

Although they were also dressed in white, they wore red ribbons as bright as blood around their waists.They are not generally tall or short, nor are they generally fat or thin. There are even men and women, old and young.Even the three old ones are all different in age——

The old man on the left was as thin as a walking stick, and the white clothes were put on him, like a funeral banner fluttering in the wind.The one in the middle has a round head and a round brain, with silver eyebrows and a silver beard, but his head is as bald as an egg.The one on the right is tall and handsome, but with a sallow complexion and a hooked nose, he seems to be from a foreign country.

As soon as the three old men stepped onto the deck, the other three immediately greeted them, as if showing respect.

The hooked-nosed old man silently stared in Shen Yuan's direction, and suddenly asked, "Is that the Qianxing Villa?"

When he asked, the middle-aged man among the three said coldly, "Yes."

A gust of sleet and cold wind blew by, and one of his sleeves fluttered empty, and he was actually missing an arm.

The old man asked again: "Is everyone still alive?"

The middle-aged man stopped talking, and a woman wearing a veiled hat said softly: "An old man died. But his son is still alive."

The old man said calmly: "Very good."

The woman in the veiled hat sighed softly.

Her voice was so touching that it almost produced an irresistible magic power. Even the hooked-nosed old man couldn't help but feel an urge to share her worries when he heard her sigh.The veil on her veil was dim like moonlight, and the moonlight also wrapped her graceful body like a layer of holy veil.

She asked sadly, "Will he come?"

The old man remained silent, and said for a while, "Maybe."

She asked again: "He... Is he dead?"

Before the old man could speak, the man with the broken arm suddenly said loudly: "He will never die!"

For a moment, the eyes of five people all fell on him.He was not moved at all, and said word by word: "He wants us to come here and wait for him. He will definitely come."

Before the words were finished, the black-haired man who had been silent beside the veiled woman suddenly grabbed the sword hilt at his waist.

The hooked-nosed old man noticed it immediately, and asked, "Ying Zhong, what's wrong?"

The black-haired man named Ying Zhong still didn't say a word, he looked closely at the bow of the ship, and a warm light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The five people jumped in their hearts, and they all looked towards the shore as if they felt something——

The moonlight shrouded the ruined Shen Garden.

A slender and white figure is slowly walking through the heavy snow.

The wind carried dead branches and fallen leaves, and was involved in the broken walls and ruins behind him.He stepped on the snow step by step, leaving no footprints, only a long and narrow shadow dragging behind him, coiling ferociously like knife marks on the scorched earth of Shen Yuan!

The full moon is still hanging from high.

The bright moonlight falls on every inch of land and every night traveler.

After several months of trekking, Fang Tianzhi finally rushed to the outside of Dongxin Temple, quietly pushed open the temple door, and got into his meditation room.

Snow fell quietly outside the window.

He turned on the lamp and saw that in the simple Zen room, the tables and chairs were clean, without a trace of dust.The quilts are neatly folded, and the straw mats are dry and soft, as if someone sweeps them and washes them in the sun.

Fang Tianzhi looked around, couldn't help but smiled, immediately put down the burden, carried the jar of pickles to the kitchen, fetched a basin of water to wash off the dust, closed his eyes and meditated in the Zen room.

The night passed in a flash.

In the early morning of the second day, Fang Tianzhi changed his clothes and opened the door, the heavy snow had stopped.

Under the bright winter sun, three finger-thick white snow has accumulated on the ground of the empty courtyard, reflecting the glow of the clouds even as the walls move.

He looked at the sky, and was a little surprised that Master Liu Miao didn't come out to chop firewood, so he first picked up the broom to sweep away the falling snow, then chopped a pile of dry firewood, boiled water and cooked rice, then rolled up his sleeves and walked to the third There was a light knock on the door of the micro meditation room and said: "Master, I'm back."

The door was silent.

Fang Tianzhi knocked again: "Master?"

He waited for a moment, still no response.

Although Sanwei is old, but has superb martial arts attainments, he still meditates every day, how could he sleep so dead?

Fang Tianzhi was quiet for a moment, then suddenly pushed the door open——

There is no one in the meditation room.

He walked in and took a look, inexplicably feeling a little strange.The cattail fan is placed on the futon, the tea bowl is buckled on the spout of the teapot, and the wooden fish is still lying on the corner of the table gathering dust—everything in this room is in line with Sanwei’s habits, but he somehow feels that Master hasn’t lived here for a long time .

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the bed on the east wall. On the indigo cotton cushion, a string of old rosary beads was placed alone.A shadow suddenly appeared in his heart, and he took a few steps forward and took the rosary in his hand and looked it over carefully—this string of rosary beads was very familiar to him, and it was the string that Sanwei never left his body every day.

Fang Tianzhi was stunned for a moment, then rushed out of the room and rushed to Liu Miao's meditation room——

The door is hidden.

He opened it and saw that the chests and cupboards in the meditation room were overturned, and the cups and cups were broken, as if they had been thieves.One of the legs of the table was broken, cotton wadding burst out of the torn and messy bedding, and an upside-down wooden box was half covered.

Fang Tian's heart sank suddenly.

The uncle doesn't know martial arts, if a thief breaks in, it's possible to fight like this.But Master's martial arts are far superior to ordinary people, what kind of thief can sneak into Master's uncle's room without him?How could he not hear such noise?

When he thought of this, he gradually had a deduction, maybe the master wasn't in the temple at all, then everything made sense.But where will he go?Where is the uncle right now?Why didn't the thief rummage through Master's room, instead of just making a big mess here?

What the hell is he looking for?

He stepped into the house, picked up the wooden box on the ground, and before he could take a closer look, some blood stains appeared in his eyes.Blood stains were stained on the cotton wool, and there seemed to be something vaguely written under the cotton wool.He immediately pushed the cotton wool away, and two black and red blood characters were printed on the stone brick——

Haihou.

Fang Tianzhi recognized at a glance that this was Liu Miao's handwriting.

The bloody words had dried up and turned black, and he could almost imagine how Liu Miao secretly cut his finger in a critical moment, left clues on the stone bricks, and then pulled cotton wool to cover it up.

Haihou, he read these two words slowly and silently, knowing that this must refer to Haihou City.

With a radius of thousands of miles around Tiansheng Mountain, there is probably no one who does not know Haihou City.

Liu Miao left these two words, it must be very important, could it be that the thief came from Haihou City?

How did they know that Liu Miao became a monk in Dongxin Temple?

Who is Liu Miao?

Fang Tian couldn't figure it out, he looked down at the box in his hand, there was nothing in the box, and he didn't know what was stored there.He had never seen this box before, perhaps the missing item was exactly what the thief was looking for.

He kept the existing clues in his mind, put down the box, turned around and left the meditation room, and carefully studied in the Dongxin Temple.The heavy snow last night had buried all traces, and in the silent Zhulin Temple, there was only the sound of his footsteps.

Fang Tianzhi searched all over the Buddhist monastery back and forth, but found no clues until he opened the back door and walked into the vegetable field behind the monastery——

On the west side of the field ridge, in the shallow part of the bamboo forest, stands a tomb.

Fang Tianzhi was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward suddenly. In front of the snow-covered tomb stood a simple wooden tablet with seven thin characters engraved on it - the tomb of the old senior brother Sanwei.

He stood in front of the tomb in shock, fixed his eyes on the wooden tablet, and found in disbelief that the handwriting on it belonged to Shishu Liumiao.

In this way, a trace of doubt entangled in his heart was untied.

Why didn't Master notice that the thief had entered the door?Why can't he hear the fights and cries for help in the uncle's room?

He is not absent from the temple, he has passed away!

Fang Tianzhi came back to his senses, feeling an unspeakable regret in his heart.He has been with Sanwei for more than ten years, although he is not as close as he is with Kongxiang, but Sanwei's Buddhism is profound, and he is devoted to teaching him, and he is his out-and-out mentor.But Sanwei passed away suddenly, but he happened to be away from the temple, and he didn't even see him for the last time.

He took a deep breath, knelt down on both knees, kowtowed three times firmly to Sanwei's grave, then got up and went back to the monastery, hurried to the meditation room to pick up the burden that had not been untied, and walked down the mountain on snow.

Liu Miao is missing, life and death are unknown, he has no clue, but there is still a clue to be traced——

Haihou City.