Chapter 241 Three people join forces
"Disciple, I admit my mistake," Wu Chen quickly responded. He already knew there was something wrong with the incense burner, so why would he continue to light it? Since they were going to investigate, they would definitely start with the person who delivered the incense. However, the abbot's health had just improved, so they needed to wait until he was fully recovered before investigating again.
"Well, don't do this again in the future." Wu Xin reached out to light the incense and put it into the incense burner. Curls of smoke rose up, which made Ye Qingyu and Qingfeng feel nervous and they held their breath quickly.
Fortunately, Wuxin didn't stay long. He said a few words and got up to leave.
When Wu Chen saw Wu Xin leave, he quickly extinguished the burning incense and opened the window for ventilation.
"Master, is this your disciple?" Qing Yi asked.
"Amitabha! That's right. I had ten great disciples in total, and he ranked third. Now they are all dead, and he is the only one left alive." Master Yunxu became energetic again after his disciple left.
"I think I'm quite filial to you!" Qing Yi teased.
"Qingyi, stop talking nonsense!" Ye Qingyu scolded lightly.
"Amitabha, well done, well done!" Master Yunxu only chanted the Buddha's name and said nothing else.
"Abbot..." Wu Chen also wanted to say something, but finally held his words back. A monk cannot speak without any evidence.
"Master, we are here because we found the source of the poisonous incense last night. We are here to confirm whether it has been delivered to Shaolin Temple today?" Ye Qingyu explained his purpose.
"Oh? Sent it today? Wuchen, go and ask if anyone has sent incense today!" Master Yunxu ordered.
"Yes, Abbot." Wu Chen responded.
Ye Qingyu told Master Yunxu what Qingyi and Qingfeng saw in Chunsuifang.
"Chunsuifang? I have never heard of this place?" said Master Yunxu.
"That's a brothel. How would a monk like you know about it?" Qing Yi couldn't help but laugh.
“...Amitabha!” Master Yunxu chanted the Buddha’s name again.
Ye Qingyu and Qingfeng were truly worried. Qingyi was such a quick-witted kid, and he didn't even consider that Master Yunxu was the abbot of Shaolin Temple and a martial arts master! He just said whatever he wanted.
"Master, I wonder why you don't investigate your filial disciple carefully?" Qing Yi asked.
"Amitabha." Master Yunxu was not unaware of his disciple's thoughts, but since he was the only one left, it was inevitable that he would be soft-hearted. However, he did not expect that the disciple would really want to betray his master and ancestors.
The three of them chatted for a while, and Wu Chen came back, "Abbot, a batch of incense has just been sent from the mountain. This is from Master Wuxin." Wu Chen took out a stack of incense wrapped in yellow silk.
Qingyi walked forward to open it, broke off a stick of incense and smelled it. It was the same as the one from last night.
"Master Yunxu, what are you going to do?" Qing Yi asked. It was already obvious that Wuxin's goal was to poison Master Yunxu to death without him knowing.
"Wu Chen, go and invite Wu Xin here. Tell him I'm not feeling well." Master Yunxu had already made his decision. He couldn't let such a person take charge of the largest temple in Jianghu. Now that Ye Qingyu was here, even if he couldn't do anything, he could still subdue Wu Xin.
"Yes, Abbot." Wu Chen responded and left.
Wuxin arrived quickly, almost jogging. He was waiting for his master to pass away so he could take control of Shaolin Temple. His master was incredibly long-lived, having outlived nine of his disciples. Although Wuxin disliked him, he was his only direct disciple. As soon as his master died, Wuxin would naturally become the new abbot of Shaolin Temple.
"Master~" Wuxin ran straight to Master Yunxu's bed, but was stopped by Qingyi and Qingfeng.
"Hmm? What do you two mean?" Wu Xin glared at the two young men.
"I say, it's too early for you to cry, Master Yunxu is not dead yet?" Qing Yi said with a smile.
"..." Wuxin looked up at his master who was meditating with his eyes closed on the bed.
"Amitabha, Wuxin, do you know that you are wrong?" Master Yunxu opened his eyes and looked at his disciple.
"Ah?" Wu Xin was shocked. Knowing that the matter might be exposed, he turned around and wanted to run, but was stopped by Ye Qingyu behind him.
"Master, what do you mean? What have I done wrong?" Wuxin asked loudly.
"Look, why has the incense in the incense burner gone out again?" Master Yunxu hinted at something.
"This..." Wuxin took a look at the incense burner and understood immediately. He quickly stretched out a palm and headed straight for Qingyi who was closest to him. Qingyi knew that Shaolin Kung Fu had strong internal strength, so he did not take the palm, but dodged it. Seeing this, Wuxin sent out another palm and headed straight for Qingfeng. Qingfeng also dodged sideways like Qingyi. Seeing that both of them did not dare to take his powerful Shaolin Tathagata Palm, Wuxin immediately gained confidence and headed for Ye Qingyu with the third palm. Seeing the palm wind coming in front of him, Ye Qingyu kept retreating until he reached the courtyard. Wuxin chased him closely, and when the palm was about to hit Ye Qingyu's face, Ye Qingyu stretched out his right hand and faced Wuxin's palm firmly.
Wu Xin was so shocked that he took several steps back and almost fell to the ground, but Ye Qingyu did not move at all.
"Dharma Magic Skill? You know the Dharma Magic Skill? Who are you?" Wu Xin was shocked. The very handsome young man in front of him actually knew the Shaolin Tantric Dharma Magic Skill. Even though he was Master Yunxu's disciple, he was not qualified to practice it!
Before he could wait for Ye Qingyu's answer, he felt sword winds coming from both sides. Qingyi and Qingfeng were rushing towards him with swords in hand. Wuxin dodged quickly.
One punch cannot defeat four hands, and a hero cannot stand against a large number of people, not to mention that Wu Xin was already over seventy years old. He was besieged by three young masters in their twenties. In less than fifty moves, he was exposed and was hit all over his body by Qing Yi, unable to move.
"Monk, that's all you can do!" Qing Yi sneered without any hesitation.
"Hmph! Amitabha!" Wuxin knew that the matter had been exposed and that he might have no choice but to wait for death, but he was unwilling to give up.
"Wuxin, how have I ever wronged you that you have harmed me like this?" Master Yunxu asked.
"Where am I sorry? Haha, look at me. I entered Shaolin Temple when I was a teenager and have been here for more than sixty years. You have outlasted all my fellow disciples and only I am left, and you still don't let go! If you wait any longer, I'm afraid you will outlast me too!" Wuxin said angrily.
"Amitabha, it's not because I have lived too long that I didn't pass on the throne to you, it's because you are not qualified to be the abbot of Shaolin Temple." Master Yunxu's voice was a little bitter. His own disciple actually hoped that he would die soon.
"Why can't I do it? It's because you are biased. Unfortunately, the people you favor don't live long!" Wu Xin seemed dissatisfied and said coldly.
"Their death is also related to you?" Master Yunxu's heart was in turmoil.
"Haha, the damned one died a long time ago, so what does it matter whether he matters or not! How did you find out?" In order to prevent his master, who had profound internal strength, from noticing anything unusual, Wuxin took advantage of the time when his master caught a cold three years ago to start changing the incense in his master's room.
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