Chapter 268 Everyone in the Temple Is Shocked
A mountain temple outside Lin'an City, this is where the disciples of Kuchan Temple and Lantuo Temple stayed. A Lantuo Temple disciple hurriedly stopped outside a Zen room in the temple, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
A plain voice came from inside: "Come in."
The disciple pushed the door open and went in, after a Buddhist ceremony, he said: "Uncle Nengzhi, I asked all the disciples in the temple, and they all said that they didn't see Uncle Rongjie coming back."
Nengzhi's Buddhist beads stopped in his hand, his eyes were solemn. It was just a trip to Bianzhou, how could it take so long and there was no news?
Strange.
"I know, thank you for your trouble."
The disciple bowed and said respectfully: "No trouble."
Putting down the scriptures in his hand, he was about to go out with the disciples to ask. But he saw a disciple running towards him in a panic, waving his hands while running.
Hmm? Nengzhi's expression was not very good. He waved his sleeves and scolded: "A Buddhist practitioner can't even calm down at all. How can this be?"
The man didn't care about being scolded. He just waved his hands, took a few deep breaths, and said anxiously: "Master, Uncle! Rong, Master Rongjie, Uncle..."
"What happened to Brother Rongjie? Tell me!" Nengzhi's face changed drastically. He hurriedly stepped forward to hold the disciple and asked.
The disciple took a few more breaths before replying: "Uncle Rongjie is dead!"
"What?!" Nengzhi could no longer remain calm. His eyes were a little dull, as if he couldn't believe the result.
The disciple sighed and told the whole story of finding Rongjie's body on the way back. Then he asked carefully: "Uncle, do you want it?"
"Where's the body?" Nengzhi calmed down for a moment, finally came back to his senses from the shock, and asked hurriedly.
The disciple pointed outside the door and said, "It's parked in the Buddhist hall. Some disciples have already returned to Kuchan Temple to report the news."
"Let's go over and take a look. Is there anything else besides Brother Rongjie?"
As he walked, the disciple added, "Uncle, we only found the body of Uncle Rongjie. But judging from the tracks on the ground, there should be a carriage and a disciple driving it, but we didn't find any traces at all."
Nengzhi nodded and walked into the Buddhist hall with a sullen face. In the middle was Rongjie's body, and a few monks were chanting the "Rebirth Sutra" on the side. On the other side stood the disciples of Kuchan Temple, and some of them had tears on their faces and red eyes.
"Amitabha. Everyone, condolences."
After paying respects, Nengzhi slowly walked to the body. He lifted a corner of the white cloth and looked at it carefully for a while.
The body was intact with no obvious wounds. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the body, but he couldn't sense how much true energy there was. The few true energy came from Rongjie himself.
His eyes were solemn. There was only one possibility for this situation, that is, the person who killed Rong Jie had a high level of cultivation, at least several percentage points higher than Rong Jie, and maybe even more!
"Grandmaster?" Nengzhi glanced at Rong Jie's body and guessed in his heart.
He quickly denied his own thoughts and murmured silently: "It should not be a grandmaster. If it was a grandmaster, Rong Jie could not have lasted so long. It should be just a junior master who has been immersed in it for many years."
He lowered his head and walked out of the Buddhist hall, still confused in his heart. There are not many junior masters of this level of cultivation in the whole world.
At this time, the news that the junior master fought one against two outside Mingyue Tower in Bianzhou suddenly emerged in his mind. If it was based on the junior master's cultivation, he could do it.
No, that junior master assassinated the imperial envoy, wasn't he injured and ran away? How could he meet Rong Jie?
His heart was like a mess, thinking about it, but he couldn't figure it out. Rong Jie's death was too strange, it can't even be said to be strange, but a little weird!
At this time, several voices sounded behind him, "Uncle Nengzhi, please stay, please stay."
Looking back, he found that it was the grief-stricken disciples of Kuchan Temple. He bowed and asked, "Amitabha, it's you. I'm sorry, Brother Rongjie has already ascended to heaven. Is there something you want me to stay with?"
"Uncle, we know. I want you to stay with me just to ask you to seek justice for Uncle Rongjie." The leading disciple suppressed his grief and asked.
The others echoed.
"Uncle Nengzhi, we are all of the same mind in Buddhism, you have to help Uncle Rongjie seek justice."
"Yes, yes, Uncle Rongjie has been wronged and is unwilling to rest in peace."
Justice? Nengzhi frowned, glanced at them in confusion, and asked, "Do you know who killed Brother Rongjie?"
Several people said in unison, "We don't know who killed him, but it must be someone from the government!"
With anger in their eyes, they told in detail what happened after Rongjie went to Bianzhou. Then, with burning eyes, they stared at Nengzhi.
After listening, Nengzhi was not very angry, but just comforted him, "Don't be impatient, someone has already returned to the temple to report. Let's wait for the ancestor to make a decision, Amitabha."
After saying that, he turned around and left, not wanting to deal with these disciples anymore. The dead were people from Kuchan Temple, and it was not right for him, a person from Lantuo Temple, to seek justice.
Besides, his cultivation was not as good as Rongjie's. Seeking justice? It's almost like sending yourself to death!
Several disciples looked at each other, shook their heads, sighed, and hoped that someone from the temple would come as soon as possible. He turned around to prepare the carriage. No matter what the result was, Rongjie's body had to be transported back to the temple.
Not long after, word of mouth spread that the news that Rongjie died on the official road back to Lin'an quickly spread throughout the temple.
After hearing the news, the disciples were all shocked. Although casualties are inevitable when traveling in the martial arts world, Rong Jie is a junior master! Junior masters died outside Bianzhou City. How many masters are there in Bianzhou City? Is there any point for them to stay here?
They themselves don't know, but people's hearts are inevitably unsteady. Especially after learning that they don't even know who killed Rong Jie, their emotions fluctuate more and more strongly.
No one wants to die in an unclear way. Although they have practiced Buddhism for many years, it is impossible to say that they don't care at all.
If you don't practice to become a Buddha while alive, it's even more impossible to die. What's more, some people don't become monks for Buddhism.
The whole temple is in panic.
The Buddhist disciples on the Kuchan Temple side took the lead in withdrawing the disciples who were still in Bianzhou. Then Nengzhi also withdrew most of the disciples who were still in Bianzhou, leaving only a few.
In such an unclear time, it is better to wait and see than to rush in recklessly. Both parties immediately sent a letter to the temple and sent a few clever disciples back to the temple to report.
In the backyard Zen room, the disciple bowed and said, "Uncle Master, someone has been sent back to the temple with the letter."
Nengzhi nodded and waved his hand to let the disciple go out. He gently twisted the Buddhist beads and said to himself, "Could it really be the government who did it?"
However, the government had already arrested Rong Jie, so why didn't they kill him in prison? He frowned, really unable to figure it out.
After thinking for a while, he suddenly remembered Jiangnan's purpose. His Buddhist beads paused and he asked in surprise, "Could it be?"
"The Heaven-Repairing Treasure Sutra?"
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