Chen Guangming was stunned in front of the door for a moment, and his heartbeat suddenly became faster.

He heard the sound of chaotic footsteps at the foot of the mountain, and the monks rushed over. He saw that the blood under Zhang Ziqiao was still slowly blew open, and the wound on his chest was ferocious, as if it had been cut open from it.

"Hiss Zhang..." Chen Guangming stood up for a moment and suddenly rushed in, "Master Tang Ou!"

Zhang Ziqiao's eyes were slightly open, but there was no breath at all. Chen Guangming shouted at him randomly, and hurriedly put his clothes together and covered them on his chest.

"Master...Master Tang Ou..." Chen Guangming didn't know what to do, and looked at Zhang Ziqiao's blood-free face and tears fell down.

Outside the practice room, footsteps stopped. Chen Guangming turned his head and saw Zhaoxu standing in front of the door. The remaining sunlight shone in behind him. He was a still arhat in the dim sky.

"The monks obey the order!" He yelled at Zhang Ziqiao's body, "The monk's nature is strict and he is good at breaking the killing precepts. He is very evil. Search immediately and punish it according to the temple rules!"

The monks behind them all shouted: "Yes!"

Chen Guangming looked at Zhaoxu, and Zhaoxu also looked at him.

"Little donor, I am so sorry." Zhaoxu raised his hand and bowed deeply.

Chen Guangming slowly came back to his senses from the sudden grief.

"Master Zhaoxu." He called out Zhaoxu who turned around and was walking out, "You know... do you all know... You know that Sengyan came to find Zhang Daxia with murderous intent!"

All the details were linked together. Chen Guangming stood up and wanted to stand up, but his feet slipped in Zhang Ziqiao's blood.

"Men...Men..." He cried and cried, "You killed him!"

Zhaoxu turned around and bowed again, his tone became even more low.

"After being severe, he was injured, he did not follow the temple rules. This time he attacked Zhang Daxia, we were equally sad as the little donor." Zhaoxu said calmly, "Life and death have fate, cause and effect reincarnation. This cannot be avoided by knowing it or not."

He spoke indifferently, but when he saw the tragic situation of Zhang Ziqiao being sexually severed after his death, he still couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Shaolin decided to capture the rebel monk Yan, and he will be fair to Zhang Daxia."

Chen Guangming heard him talk nonsense here, but there was no way out.

He was a strict person to seek Qingyang's heart method. Chen Guangming could guess that Zhang Ziqiao would definitely not be able to give him Qingyang's heart method.

Looking at the medicinal materials scattered underground, it seemed that Shi Yan was taking advantage of Zhang Ziqiao's time to get medicine or put medicine. This evil monk actually attacked the person who sent his disciples to get medicine to save him. Chen Guangming sat next to Zhang Ziqiao, and for the first time in his life, he hated that he could not know how to do martial arts.

He took off his coat and covered Zhang Ziqiao's body.

He should have gone to find someone with strict sex... but he was unwilling to leave Zhang Ziqiao alone here. This training room was too cold.

And if he was sexually severe or those monks killed, who could tell Tang Ou what happened here? Chen Guangming wiped his tears, ignored the blood on his face, lowered his head to sort out Zhang Ziqiao's messy hair.

Why did he cut open Zhang Ziqiao's body when he was so strict? Or to vent his anger, or to find Qingyang's mental method. Chen Guangming saw that the practice room was in chaos, with herbs and mats scattered everywhere. He knelt beside Zhang Ziqiao and bowed his head deeply.

If I had come a while ago, maybe this wouldn't have been the case.

This night was the most lively night on Ziyun Peak.

There were monks searching on the mountain. They were very familiar with the terrain of Ziyun Peak, and soon divided into several teams under Zhaoxu's orders and searched down from the mountain inch. They were sexually stern and were injured, so they could never go far.

Zhaoxu stood on the top of the mountain, frowned and stared around.

Now he only hopes to find Zhang Ziqiao's apprentice before returning.

After being seriously injured, he no longer served as the head of the imperial hall, and his temper became increasingly strange and violent. The abbot had a long time ago to deal with him, but because he was injured as the head of the Shaolin monk, he was injured as the head of the imperial hall, and there was no big mistake in violating the temple rules and Buddhism. This time, Zhaoxu brought the stern nature of Ziyunfeng to Zilin, which meant that the Shaolin abbot was suffering.

Zhaoxu didn't dare to think about the abbot's thoughts. He had long seen along the way that his sexuality was strict and he had bad intentions, and he didn't believe that his sexuality was painful.

Or maybe there is something he can't figure out about this. Zhaoxu stood in the evening breeze of spring, telling himself not to think about Zhang Ziqiao.

The disciple of the Qingyang Patriarch, the descendant of Qingyang's Xinfa. Zhaoxu met him when he was in Shaolin when he was young. He was kind and kind to a little novice monk. He only showed some bad temper when he was arguing with the Shaolin abbot about the belonging of the "Ten Difficult Sutra". Zhaoxu knew that Zhang Ziqiao could not remember him, but he was still a little novice monk that day, and he never thought that he would personally bring the murderer to this highly respected senior in the martial arts world.

"Senior Brother!" A monk called him at the foot of the mountain.

Zhaoxu was skillfully leaping onto the mountain road: "Have you found it?"

"There is blood." The monk pointed to the grass under the bushes and said, "It's too dark and I can't see clearly. Senior brother, the rebel monk went to Ziyun Peak."

"Then go up the mountain." Zhaoxu said, "Ruhai, Ruqing, you two follow me."

The two young monks looked at each other but did not move.

Zhaoxuqi said, "What's wrong?"

Ruqing: "Senior brother, Ziyun Peak Top, Zhang Daxia has said before that he can't go up."

Ru Hai: "Senior brother thinks twice. We...we are already like that, if we offend again..."

"Follow me." Zhaoxu interrupted them, "We must make sure to prepare the strictness tonight, otherwise... Otherwise, not only will we not be able to report back to the abbot, we will have no face to see the great hero Zhang."

The two young monks looked ugly and both lowered their heads deeply.

Zhaoxu turned around and walked up the mountain road. He had a strong ear and suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves at the foot of the mountain from a distance to a near distance.

He stood still.

Tang Ou is back.

Tang Ou saw sparks on the mountain at the foot of the mountain. He could not help but wondered if it was the monk holding a torch and searching the mountain.

Putting the horse at the home of a farmer at the foot of the mountain, he strode up the mountain.

There are so many monks who are making trouble, but the master doesn’t care about it?

Zhang Ziqiao likes quiet at night and does not like noisy, so he actually allows monks to search mountains as if they are in a no-man state. It is really strange.

He ran a few steps and suddenly saw a white figure standing on the mountain road, looking at him.

"Shen Guangming?" Tang Ou said, "What are you doing here? Waiting for me?"

He walked closer with a smile, his face suddenly changed.

Shen Guangming's face was covered with blood on his clothes, and he was looking at him with red eyes.
Chapter completed!