Chapter 2774: Monk Shenshu, the Man Behind the Scenes

"who?"

Only then did the guard guarding the door notice the man in black robe. While shouting loudly, he drew out his standard knife.

The man in black robe raised his right arm under the cloak. The bright red skin highlighted the ferocious blue blood vessels, like a devil's arm. He pointed his palm at the palace guard and the door, and suddenly grasped it.

boom! The gate turned into powder, the guards turned into powder, and the Qi machine exploded with a ripple-like shock wave, turning the walls and everything around it into powder.

In the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of War, the lights turned on. There were sounds of panic and shouts. The guards in the mansion ran toward the gate with swords in their hands.

There was no obstacle in front of the man in black robe. He strode into the Minister of War's mansion. The deep black eyes under his cloak stared at the lights in the mansion with a cold and evil look. Suddenly, when he entered the Shangshu Mansion, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. The face of the black-robed man under the cloak turned slightly, examining the surrounding environment.

The man in black robe appeared in a desolate urban area, with dilapidated streets, yellow weeds around, and a shabby house vaguely in the distance. This is a desolate area where even the poor are too lazy to come. There are many similar places in the capital, but Dafeng Capital is too big, and this kind of place was selectively forgotten by the imperial court.

"I have arranged a teleportation formation in the Minister of War's Mansion."

Someone said lightly, and the man in black robe turned around and saw a figure in white clothes standing more than ten feet away, with his back to him, his hands behind his back, his long hair and white clothes flying.

The man in white is so popular that he gives people an extraordinary sense of familiarity. This man is the sorcerer in white from Si Tianjian and a disciple of Jian Zheng.

"Who are you?"

The man in black robe asked in a hoarse voice.

"In the capital, there are people who don't know who I am. Man, you successfully attracted my attention."

The man in white is a weird guy. His speaking style always makes people want to slap him because he is so pretentious.

The man in black robe snorted coldly, raised his right arm, and gently shook it towards the man in white. In the explosion of energy, the figure of the man in white dissipated like a reflection in the water.

"You think I'm there, but I'm here.

"The man in white appeared in another direction, still with his back to the man in black. He seemed to be somewhat invincible, with his back to all living beings.

"Fourth level warlock?"

The man in black robe whispered, his heart sank slightly, and then he sneered and said sarcastically.

"A mere fourth-grade person dares to stop me."

The man in black robe had an extremely arrogant tone, as if he didn't take the high-level warlock in his eyes.

"How dare you stop me even if you're just a fourth-grade person?"

The man in white recited a few words in a low voice. He felt that the words were good and praised them.

"Well said, very inspiring words. It inspired me a lot."

The man in white paused for a moment, then his eyes swept into the depths of the darkness, and he spoke with a keen eye for learning.

"You, a mere fourth-grade martial artist, are worthy enough to watch the fire from the other side of the bank in front of me?"

The man in black robe was stunned, not knowing what he meant by his words, and looked at the other party blankly.

At this moment, a watchman appeared in each of the four places, east, west, north and south, wearing a black uniform, a short cloak, and a gold gong embroidered on his chest.

Jin Luo in the east has a stern and expressionless face; Jin Luo in the west is as handsome as a woman, with a cold smile on her lips; Jin Luo in the north holds a long sword in his arms, not a standard long knife; Jin Luo in the south has a sharp gaze. Knife, there are fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

Click, click, click, and there was a sound of machine guns. To the left of the man in white, rows of repeating crossbows appeared at some point, automatically cocked, and to the right were small artillery pieces.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The crossbow bolts and cannonballs were fired at the same time, focusing on the man in black robe. The artillery encountered a transparent air wall, exploded in mid-air, and swam along the air wall in a brilliant wave of fire. While the artillery caused the air wall to vibrate, the talisman carved on the crossbow arrow lit up, easily penetrating the air wall and shooting towards the black-robed man. The crossbow arrow itself belonged to a small formation.

The man in black robe calmly raised his right arm, causing the crossbow arrow to break every inch of his arm. The cloak turned into pieces, revealing the true body of the man in black robe, a handsome and evil young monk. His right arm was bigger than Normal people are thick, ugly and scary.

"Copper skin and iron bones?"

The man in white who always turned his back to everyone was a little surprised when he saw this and said.

At this time, the four golden gongs took action at the same time, with fierce spear and sword intent erupting, attacking the black-robed man first. Nangong Qianrou and Jiang Luzhong did not use weapons and chose to fight hand-to-hand.

"Buddha said, be compassionate."

The man in black robe clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist chant. There was a slight hesitation in the sharp spear and sword intent, which became no longer sharp, but returned to normal in an instant.

The man in black robe took advantage of this critical gap and slapped his right arm continuously, defeating the unavoidable and unstoppable gun intent and the sword intent that penetrated everything. Immediately, he twisted his waist and struck back, colliding with Jin Luo Jiang Lu's unparalleled fist power.

Jiang Lu groaned, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and staggered back. The man in black robe took the opportunity to turn around and punch Nangong Qianrou in the chest.

The short cloak on Nangong Rouqian's back exploded into pieces. Under the terrifying suction force, Nangong Qianrou's face turned pale little by little, and she lost vitality and blood.

Nangong Qianrou's ferocity was aroused, scarlet appeared in her eyes, her handsome face was ferocious, her facial features were distorted, a roar that did not sound like a human voice came out of her throat, and a head hammer slammed into the face of the black-robed man.

The two retreated at the same time and fought together unwilling to admit defeat.

Four warriors and one monster of unknown origin were fighting in a desolate city. Wherever they went, they turned into ruins. The air machines exploded one after another, setting off a terrifying hurricane that swept for miles around.

The white-clothed warlock always kept a close distance from them. In close combat, the warrior was a well-deserved invincible in the same realm.

The warlock's battle is naturally more elegant and graceful. The white-clothed warlock put his foot on the ground and said loudly.

"Earth's murderous intent!"

The formation patterns spread from the soles of his feet, encompassing the fighting warriors. The already devastated ground suddenly shook, forming a terrifying force.

The white-clothed warlock stepped on the ground and shouted again.

"Heavenly murderous intent!"

Suddenly dark clouds rolled in the night sky, electric snakes puffed out, and thunder condensed.

"Human hair kills!"

As the white-clothed warlock said these words, murderous intent appeared in the sky, stars shifted, murderous intent appeared on the earth, dragons and snakes rose from the ground, murderous intent appeared on humans, and the heaven and earth turned upside down. The power of the sky, the terrain, and the power of people merged into one force, rushing towards the man in black robe, putting him in a situation where he was the enemy of the whole world.

The hideous and terrifying right arm seemed to be stimulated and actively revived. An indescribable terrifying pressure erupted, and the prominent blood vessels suddenly lit up. The handsome and evil monk held his fist with a sinister smile.

boom! The explosion of the qi machine swallowed up everything. The shock wave turned into a frenzy, spreading in ripples, kicking up dust and gravel, washing away houses in distant places, and annihilating many lives silently.

Amid the muffled groans, the four golden gongs each adopted different defensive methods and used their strength to float away into the distance, not daring to be at the center of the explosion.

When everything calmed down and the figure of the black-robed man had long since disappeared, the four Jinluo men felt relieved, but they couldn't help but feel angry.

"What's this guy like? I mean that arm."

The white-clothed warlock suddenly appeared, with his back to everyone, and asked curiously.

"arm?"

The sword-wielding golden gong was a little dazed and asked the white-clothed warlock.

"According to my observation, that arm is not his. The demonic energy is so terrifying that I have only seen it in my life."

The white-clothed warlock's voice was heavy, and his whole body exuded a powerful aura. The hem of his clothes was rustling, as if he had not yet calmed down from the previous battle. .

Jiang Lvzhong stared at the back of the white-robed warlock, with surprise in his eyes, and asked.

"Yang Qianhuan, you have eyes on your back. How did you see them?"

The white-clothed warlock known as Yang Qianhuan said very frankly.

"Before he left, I peeked back."

Jiang Lu was speechless, sighed, and said helplessly.

"Can you turn around and speak properly? You were not like this before."

"Allow me to refuse. Mr. Yang does whatever he wants and doesn't care what anyone thinks."

Yang Qianhuan righteously rejected Jiang Lu's proposal, paused briefly, and then explained the reason.

"I have carefully observed Teacher Jianzheng and Wei Yuan. Haven't you noticed that one of them always likes to stand in the observation hall with his back to you; the other always likes to sit on the Bagua stage with his back to us.

"And we will feel that both Wei Yuan and the teacher are very distinguished."

The four Jin Luo suddenly felt that their brains were a little weak, and their hearts were filled with the desire to complain. They just looked at Yang Qianhuan who always had his back turned to them, and they didn't know where to complain. .

Jiang Lvzhong shook his head, got rid of all the strange thoughts in his mind, returned to the topic, and speculated.

"It seems that, based on the information currently available, that hand is the sealed object under Sangbo."

"That monk is probably Heng Hui."

The sword-wielding Jinluo said, "The Jinluos were talking to each other, making Yang Qianhuan, who had just returned to Beijing, confused and full of confusion, and curiosity arose in his heart.

"If we can catch him, we can know the whereabouts of Princess Pingyang."

Princess Pingyang? The Princess Pingyang who disappeared more than a year ago? Yang Qianhuan remembered that when the princess disappeared, almost all the Si Tianjian warlocks were dispatched, and there was a lot of noise.

Hearing this, the white-clothed warlock couldn't bear it anymore and asked behind his back.

"It's only been a few days since the Sangbo case happened, but you guys have actually investigated the case so clearly?"

"When did your ability to handle cases become so strong?"

This high-level warlock was confused. Usually such a big case requires the cooperation of multiple departments. Si Tianjian has a special status and will definitely participate. He should also be very clear about the case, but he actually doesn't know this.

"Because the person handling the case this time is Tongluo Xu Qian, you should have heard of his name!"

Yang Yan had a serious look on his face with a bit of pride and pride. Xu Qi'an was his subordinate and was under his command. The Sangbo case was so complicated. In just a few days, Xu Qi'an investigated everything. It was really... Give the watchman a face.

"Xu Qian?!"

Yang Qianhuan's voice rose a little higher. He knew Xu Qi'an. He had known this person just after returning to Si Tianjian. Xu Qi'an actually taught alchemy to the juniors. He was so pushy that he could be called his rival. .

Nangong Rouqian asked fiercely after suffering a big loss in the fight just now.

"What's the origin of that arm?"

"I don't know, but its owner is definitely second grade or above. I don't know much about the martial arts system. Of course, I don't bother to understand either."

Yang Qianhuan's tone was deep, like an invincible and lonely swordsman.

"This man has been away from Beijing for several months, and his condition is getting worse!"

The four golden gongs looked at the fourth-grade white-clothed warlock, speechless, and thought to themselves.

After discussing for a long time, several people left the wilderness, leaving only a mess.

A moment later, a figure appeared here, looking down at the mess, frowning, thinking for a while, and finally leaving only one sentence echoing in the air.

"The right hand of the monk Shenshu can actually make Henghui, a walking corpse, have the strength of a third-grade warrior. He is worthy of being the fusion of the Buddha's emotional soul and the Shura King!"

"A first-grade martial artist, a half-step martial god, is indeed extraordinary. Even the Buddha can hardly kill him, so he can only be divided and sealed."

In order to break free from the seal of the Confucian saint, the Buddha tore his own soul and integrated it into the body of the suppressed Shura King. Part of the Buddha's soul and the Shura King's residual soul merged into a new soul. This new soul is the monk Shenshu. He has the memories of both the Buddha and the Shura King, so his mind is sometimes confused.

During the Jiazi eradication of demons, Monk Shenshu was the husband of the ruler of the Wan Yao Kingdom and the father of the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox. The Buddha promised that as long as the Wan Yao Kingdom converted, he would accept the demons, but the Buddha went back on his word and destroyed the Wan Yao Kingdom. He even cut Monk Shenshu into pieces and sealed him, which led to the prosperity of Buddhism.

Monk Shenshu was a first-class martial artist with great perfection, a half-step martial god, with a complete fusion of spirit, energy and spirit. All cells in his body had array patterns and possessed immortal characteristics. Every part of the body has a part of the primordial spirit. Even if the body is divided, the soul will be taken away and exist as an individual with independent consciousness. It has its own domain, which is the embodiment of the martial artist's self-created heaven and earth characteristics, and can form a disordered space. The half-step martial god is immortal and indestructible, with an infinite lifespan. His combat power is far superior to that of the first-class in other systems. Although it is impossible to defeat the super-class, it is enough to compete with the super-class in a short period of time, and even the super-class cannot kill it.

…

At the junction of Taikang County and Changle County, somewhere in a barren mountain, Hengyuan trudged and looked around, as if looking for something. The process was inefficient and slow. He told the golden gongs, and Henghui only told him the approximate location, telling him that Princess Pingyang was buried at the root of an old locust tree that three people could hug together.

The golden gongs and silver gongs spread out with Hengyuan as the center, guarding him in the center to prevent him from escaping. Half an hour later, they found the old locust tree. The three silver gongs cut off the bushes and weeds under the locust tree, used their swords as shovels, and dug for a while. The black soil vaguely revealed the white bones.

"My lord, we found it."

The silver gong shouted excitedly.

"Dig it out!"

Nangong Qianrou said in a deep voice. The corpse of Princess Pingyang was exposed to everyone little by little. After more than a year, she finally reappeared in the light of day.

The flesh and blood had decayed, leaving only a white skeleton, attached with tattered strips of cloth, which should be the clothes she wore before death. In addition, a dull gold hairpin was found between the throat and chest of the corpse. She swallowed the hairpin to commit suicide.

"Amitabha."

Hengyuan couldn't bear to watch any more, closed his eyes, and chanted the Buddha's name in sorrow.

"Without other things, there is no way to prove that this corpse must be Princess Pingyang's."

"This is normal."

Amid the murmurs of the golden gongs, Xu Qiyan walked under the locust tree and said very calmly.

"Princess Pingyang and her lover eloped, so they must have disguised themselves and would not carry valuable items to attract the attention of others.

"Let's bury the corpse first, take it back to the government office, and then send someone to notify Prince Yu's mansion. Prince Yu may recognize this gold hairpin."

After the corpse was buried, everyone walked out of the mountain. Jiang Luzhong patted Xu Qiyan on the shoulder and said.

"Well done. "

The taciturn Yang Yan nodded slightly and said for the first time.

"You are the first contributor to this case. Even if the Sangpo case is not finally solved, His Majesty will most likely pardon you. ”

[Dead: Heng Hui]

[Cause of death: A sharp blade pierced the heart (old wound).]

[Autopsy results: The flesh and internal organs were black and purple, and there was a corpse Gu walking between the flesh and blood, which kept the body from decaying. It was a walking corpse, and the time of death was more than one year.]

[Dead: Unknown corpse]

[Height 5 feet 4 inches, female, well-proportioned bones, no fractures, no signs of poisoning, well-proportioned finger bones, not good at labor.]

In the government office, Xu Qian'an read the autopsy reports, exchanged them with the coroner, and turned to enter the front hall next to the autopsy room.

The nine night watchmen gathered together, Wei Yuan sat at the top, drinking tea with a solemn expression, Xu Qian'an walked silently behind Wei Yuan, listening to the Jinluo arguing about the true identity of the female corpse, the connection between Princess Pingyang and the Sangpo case.

"Duke Wei, all the adults, Prince Yu is here. "

A clerk came in and reported to Wei Yuan and others respectfully.

The Jinluo exchanged glances with each other and looked at Wei Yuan. The blue-clothed eunuch with gray hair drank the last sip of tea, looked at the clerk, and said gently.

"Please ask Prince Yu to go to the autopsy room."

After speaking, Wei Yuan put down the cup, sighed, and went to the autopsy room first, followed by everyone in the side hall.

Princess Pingyang is Prince Yu's legitimate daughter and the niece of Emperor Yuan Jing. Killing the princess is a serious crime of exterminating three clans. Even Wei Yuan has to treat it with caution and needs to accompany Prince Yu in person for the autopsy.

Wei Yuan and others arrived outside the autopsy room, but did not go in. Instead, they stood on both sides of the door, waiting for Prince Yu to arrive.

Prince Yu was sick and expressionless, but seemed to gather all the expressions. Xu Zisheng followed behind him, which surprised Wei Yuan a little.

When he walked outside the autopsy room, Prince Yu paused for a few seconds, looked back at Xu Zisheng, and said to him.

"You accompany me in!"

Xu Zisheng nodded and followed closely. Wei Yuan glanced at Xu Zisheng, signaled to the nine golden gongs, and walked in at the same time. The nine golden gongs were waiting outside. They did not have enough status to go in.

As for Xu Qi'an, he was just a Tongluo. Although he solved the case, he was not qualified to intervene. He stared deeply at Xu Zisheng's back, and a realization came into his heart.

"No wonder I always feel that there is a force behind Princess Pingyang's case pushing me. It turns out it was him. Is this a counterattack launched by the Xungui Group against the Civil Service Group?"

The autopsy room has excellent lighting, and the bright sunlight passes through the lattice windows, leaving uniform light spots on the ground. King Yu saw the corpses placed on the wooden bed at a glance. At this moment, this elegant man actually had the urge to escape from this place.

But as a father, his obsession still prompted King Yu to slowly walk over. Although the bones were rotten and his original appearance could not be seen clearly, King Yu still recognized her original identity at a glance. This was his daughter Pingyang. Princess, blood is thicker than water, he already felt it in his heart.