Meng Qiteng suddenly sat up, listening to the bell with his ear sideways, and quietly clenched his fists under the quilt: "Was Qing Jings death discovered? Or did he disappear directly?"

  In this unusual tolling of the bell, Zhenyuan, Zhen Guan and other miscellaneous monks who were indifferent to other things suddenly got up, inexplicably panicked, and covered up Meng Qis abnormality.

  Inside the Dahong Hall, the golden Buddha statue has its hands clasped together in a seal, with a dignified and majestic appearance, looking at the crowd in the hall with kindness and compassion.

  Below the Buddha image stands an old monk with a white eyebrow hanging down from his face, with a clear and thin appearance, wearing yellow monk clothes, draped in a large red kasaya, holding a nine-ring tin cane, with a faint golden color on his face.

  "Amitabha Buddha, all patrons please be at ease." The old monk raised one hand and proclaimed a Buddhist mantra.

  On both sides stood nearly twenty monks in crimson robes, some with deep wrinkles and aged beyond recognition, others thin and shriveled like withered wood, and yet others with a melancholy air of refined maturity.

  "Hmph, how can you tell me to be calm when my disciple was killed at your Shaolin Temple?!" The old Taoist priest, wearing a seven-star crown and a yin-yang robe, gazed intently at the speaking old monk with eyes shining like electricity. "Kong Wen Master, our Xuan Tian Sect came here by invitation, but we encountered this incident. You must give us justice! Otherwise, humph!"

  His hair was snowy white, but his face was exceptionally rosy, without a single wrinkle, exactly the appearance of crane hair and childlike complexion.

  This old monk is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, who has obtained the legendary "Golden Body of Arhat Subduing the Dragon", and has dominated the martial arts world for over a hundred years.

  "Amitabha, Guardian of the Temple, such a terrible thing has happened in our temple. Regardless of who the murderer is, I, Shaolin, cannot avoid responsibility." Kong Wen said calmly, without any pretence, "But I think you, Guardian of the Temple, and all the other donors present, would also like to know who the murderer is and what their purpose was. Please give me some time to examine the body and find out who the murderer is."

  Shou Jing Dao Ren is the leader of Xuan Tian Sect and has reportedly reached the threshold of Fa Shen, ranking second in the Earth List.

  "Empty hears the masters words are reasonable, guard the humble Taoist friend dont be impatient, your sorrow, we all feel the same." A middle-aged Taoist wearing a Xuanwu Dao robe came out to advise, holding a jade Ruyi in his hand.

  Among his disciples behind him, Zhang Yuanshans eyes were filled with sorrow and grief, his fists clenched tightly as he stared at Qing Jing lying on the white cloth, his head severed from his body, his eyebrows furrowed in anger, his eyes wide open, clearly showing extreme shock and horror before death.

  "Its actually died like this......" Zhang Yuanshan was shocked and stunned in his grief, how he died in the cycle of rebirth, in reality it was also the same way of dying!

  Whether it was because his true body had been thrown into the "cycle of rebirth" or the residual injuries from the illusionary realm, the "Master of the Six Paths of Reincarnation" was indeed incredibly powerful!

  This was done right under the nose of "Luóhàn"!

  He secretly glanced at the disciples of Xiujian Pavilion, Jiang Zhiwei and Qi Xia among the crowd of Da Jiangbang, only to see that their faces showed sadness and shock, while Qi Zhengyan was just an ordinary disciple, without the qualifications to enter the Great Yu Treasure Hall with the elders of Huajian Sword Sect.

  However, the mysterious murder of Xuantian Sect disciples in Shaolin Temple was enough to be called shocking. The expressions of other young disciples were similar, and no one noticed their abnormality.

  The guardian deity looked at the True Martial Sects Taoist with a cold gaze: "Xuanyuanzi, it wasnt your sects disciple who died, dont pretend to be a good person!"

  "Ive often heard that the Xuantian Sects Guardian is hot-tempered and straightforward, and today I see that its indeed true." Xuan Yuanzi was well-cultivated and knew disciples like Qing Jing, so although the Xuantian Sect still had many to spare, being ambushed like this was a slap in the face. How could the Guardian not be furious? He merely smiled and replied with one sentence before looking away, "Su Daoist, what do you think?"

  In front of Jiang Zhi, a young man in a green robe stood, looking ordinary at first glance. However, upon closer inspection, one would get the feeling that he was empty and hollow, devoid of self or substance.

  The man in the green robe half-closed his eyes, his right hand gently stroking the ancient long sword at his waist, and said in a thick, aged voice: "Ive only heard that Master Kong has reasonable words."

  His voice was quite inconsistent with his appearance, like an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life and saw through the worldly chaos.

  The man in green finished speaking, and the interior of the Da Xiong Treasure Hall suddenly fell silent. Even the irascible Guardian Daoist did not refute him, as if he had been intimidated by the mans aura.

  The Taoist priest fell silent for a moment, then bowed his head: "Please, Master Kongxuan, examine Qingjings wound."

  This is not because the man in green robes was more famous or stronger than Kong Xuan, but rather that everyone present knew that there might come a day when he would surpass him. However, for now, the man in green robes and Kong Xuan were still worlds apart. The real reason was that Kong Xuan was compassionate and humble, never using his strength to bully others, and one could argue with him about right and wrong. On the other hand, the man in green robes had always been impatient with words, and once provoked, he would attack directly without hesitation.

  Kong Wen handed the nine-ring tin cane to the middle-aged monk with a rich and handsome appearance, who was beside him, with an air of melancholy. He walked slowly forward, stopped beside Qing Jings body, and his eyes shone with a hint of golden Buddhist light.

  "Qing Jings fatal wound was inflicted by a palm strike to the back of his heart, and the killers skill level is at the entry-level of enlightenment. He excels in iron palm techniques, but the wound on his neck was inflicted after death. The murder weapon was a long knife, and the person who used it had slightly more skill than the one who delivered the palm strike. Therefore, there were two killers, both of whom have opened their eye apertures but to different depths." Kong Wen slowly revealed the cause of Qing Jings death, leaving Zhang Yuanshan, Jiang Yimiao, and others stunned. He was indeed a high-ranking forensic expert!

  The complexion of the Taoist remained iron-green: "Such a conclusion, I can also come up with it. But what about the real murderer? Can the murderer who can make two ignorant youngsters sneak into the courtyard without being discovered by me? Can the murderer who can wreak havoc in Shaolin and not be detected by your Heavenly Eye and Heavenly Ear?"

  "The old monk was in meditation yesterday, observing the various pure lands. Im afraid he was seen by the real culprit." Kong Wen said calmly and slowly, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

  The humble Taoist showed no signs of backing down: "Master Kong, you have delved deep into the mysteries of meditation, but few people know about it. Can things really be so coincidental? Please, Master, display your golden bodys abilities and track down the real culprit!"

  His words were reasonable, and Xuan Yuanzi and others nodded slightly, casting their eyes towards Kong Wen.

  "Amidst the Buddha, Ive already tried it out earlier. The real culprits power is not beneath mine, and has already cut off all leads."

  "So youre saying that Shaolin cant find the murderer? Then I, a humble monk, must report to our Master and ask him to take out the Guangyin Knife to personally search for the real culprit!" The Guardian of Humility said angrily.

  "Amitabha, Im ashamed to face the donors of the Xuantian Sect. Ill go to Mount Yuhuang to apologize to Master Shoujing and search for the real culprit with your sect." Kong Wen said with a sorrowful expression.

  After hearing the news, several of the elder monks showed dissatisfaction on their faces. The abbot was indeed too soft and weak! However, they also knew that this matter was too suspicious, and if they couldnt find the real culprit, the reputation of Shaolin would be ruined in an instant if they didnt handle it this way.

  Kong Wens words made everyone stunned, and the Guardian Taoist also showed an awkward expression for the first time: "Master Kong Wen doesnt need to do this, I can feel your sincerity. I hope Shaolin will keep this promise and work with our sect to find the real culprit."

  The third Tianbang, the Golden Arhat who had dominated the world for over a hundred years, personally came to apologize and admit his guilt. This was truly a test of his moral character. In such matters, without conclusive evidence, the Xuantian Sect would not force others too much.

  While listening to the discussions of the seniors about the true culprit, Zhang Yuanshans mind was filled with thoughts. To be honest, although the True Martial Sect emphasized the importance of disciples going out to gain experience and hone themselves through "the wheel of reincarnation task", which is also a kind of tempering, but he had only just opened his eyes to the truth not long ago, and was far from being able to delve into such matters.

  So, he was eager to get rid of the "Master of the Six Paths" and the "Reincarnation Task". Those divine skills, magic weapons, and spiritual elixirs were indeed tempting, but at least for now, he didnt lack secret books, weapons, or elixirs himself. Moreover, his cultivation progress hadnt stagnated or slowed down to the point where he was being left behind by his fellow disciples.

  Now, "Dragon Descending Arhat" is in front of you, this is an opportunity to get rid of the "Master of Six Paths Reincarnation"!

  A being of the Dharmakaya level, already a top-notch immortal, with boundless divine powers. Even if theyre not as powerful as the "Master of the Six Paths Reincarnation", they should still be able to hold their own and protect themselves and others. If thats not the case, why would the "Master of the Six Paths Reincarnation" need to secretly manipulate people into completing reincarnation tasks? They could just directly capture all the powerful beings in the world.

  Of course, "The Master of Six Paths" may be concerned with other factors.

  "Shouldnt the truth about Wheel of Rebirth be exposed to everyone? Can the Master of Six Paths of Reincarnation still pretend to be innocent in front of Dragon Descending Arhat after killing me?"

  "Even if the Master of the Six Paths is just a rumor, when facing the seniors of various sects, he would still hide his killing intent and do his best to protect us. The world is vast, and there may be more than one person with a high level of cultivation like him. But as for my Taoist schools Chonghe, who ranks higher than him on the Heavenly List!"

  "But if Kong Xiang Fang Zhang is collaborating with another powerful figure, at the moment I reveal this matter, that other powerful figure can take action to silence me, while he only needs to pretend to be caught off guard and slow by a step..."

  "Perhaps the Master of the Six Paths is far more powerful than Kong Xuan, having reached the level of a mythological Daoist ancestor or Buddhist patriarch, able to silently and effortlessly kill anyone who reveals the secrets of the reincarnation world..."

  "If I had already opened up nine orifices, it would be possible for me to borrow the Wheel of Reincarnation to temper myself..."

  Zhang Yuanshan thought back and forth, many ideas emerged, but he couldnt make up his mind.

  Alas, he secretly sighed, and indeed had a flaw that dared not to risk his life.

  He knew his own affairs, and on the basis of being calm and skillful, he had always been considered a leader among his peers, praised by many elders. He rarely panicked when things happened, but precisely because of this, he thought too much, worried too much, and lacked the necessary courage when it was time to take risks. This is the real reason why his swordsmanship in "True Wu Seven-Cut Manual" couldnt be mastered.

  Thinking of this, he looked at Jiang Zhiwei, in this aspect, she was far better than himself.

  As far as the eye can see, only Su Wumings back is visible, with Jiang Zhiweis eyes observing his nose and heart, except for a hint of sadness, he has a focused expression, as if nothing is out of the ordinary, without any sign of revealing the secrets of the cycle world.

  Zhang Yuanshans heart skipped a beat as he thought of Jiang Zhiweis scorching gaze when she looked at those swordsmanship records, and he inwardly smiled wryly and shook his head silently.

  "Master Fangzhang, I have something to report to you, its about Qingjings death." Suddenly, Qi Xias voice entered Zhang Yuanshans ears.

  He stared in astonishment and saw a delicate face with a resolute expression.

  Jiang Zhiwei also looked up in astonishment as if counting the ants on the ground.