Chapter 77 Double Kill
Uncle Master is dead
Zhao Yushu saw what it meant when news spread faster than wings. The monks who were watching scattered like birds and beasts. Before an incense stick of time had passed, a middle-aged monk came running towards the main hall, surrounded by a group of frightened young monks.
"What's wrong, Brother Jueshan?!"
Zhao Yushu's severed left hand was tightly bandaged and hidden in his robe to avoid attracting the greed of these ghosts. Only his right hand was left to carry Jueshan's body.
Hearing the monk's question, Zhao Yushu raised his head. The monk in front of him was probably one of the few survivors of Jueshan's generation.
"My uncle was murdered by someone. Before he passed away, he told me to go to the main hall and stop the ritual immediately. No one is allowed to leave the temple."
The middle-aged monk was in doubt
"Master, are you going to disobey Master Jueshan's last order? Or do you want to let the murderer go?" Zhao Yushu asked coldly.
The middle-aged monk was immediately confused and hurriedly turned around and ran: "I'll arrange it right away!"
I guess they've heard the news too.
Zhao Yushu walked forward silently, carrying Jueshan on his back. Whether he lived or died depended on whether the protagonist of this play was willing to accompany him on stage.
Yuan Zhen ran to the middle of the mountain panting. After the three of them worked hard to carry the master's uncle's body to the middle of the mountain, Bu Jie announced a pause and asked Yuan Zhen to go to the foot of the mountain to wait for the so-called signal.
First, there were too many people to see when they were carrying the goods down the mountain. If Zhao Yushu was slow, it would be discovered and cause a lot of trouble.
Second, I can't lift it anymore.
"Master uncle is dead!" Yuan Zhen shouted as he ran
"He really killed him," Bujie smacked his lips in disbelief.
Jueshan is not the great-grandmaster. The great-grandmaster is bent on death, and even a dog can kill him. Jueshan is the real head of the temple, and it is very likely that he has cultivated himself, unlike the others who are all mortal monks.
Could Zhao Yushu really kill Uncle Jueshan with just a bottle of poison and a hatchet? You can't say he put the knife on Jueshan's neck and forced him to drink the poison.
"Let's go to the main hall!"
Bujie grabbed a bamboo pole from the ground. This was a makeshift stretcher that they had made. The body of the master's uncle was tied to the bamboo poles.
The three of them worked together to carry their uncle down the mountain.
The image of three people and one corpse caused an earthquake-like sensation as soon as it reached the foot of the mountain.
With the death of the uncle who was in charge, the group was already leaderless, and now the great uncle who was used to make money is also dead. How the hell is this going to happen!
More and more monks gathered around, and a few of them came up to talk and asked about the cause of death of their uncle master. Bujie calmly said:
What does it mean to die without evidence?
No one doubted them. The huge gap in strength and psychological inertia made all the monks instinctively believe that no monk from this temple would cut off everyone's financial resources.
The monks were divided into three groups. The largest group followed and watched the whole process. The smaller group hurriedly ran to the main hall, as if that was the safe haven. A few monks came to help, and the uncle master's speed suddenly increased a lot.
Zhao Yushu was lying next to a large pillar in the main hall. The bleeding on his left wrist had stopped much faster than he had imagined. He didn't know if it was because of his body or because he was in a mirage. But in any case, this was a good thing.
After a quick glance, he saw no one from his group, only ghosts. Perhaps the few outsiders had taken advantage of the chaos caused by the forced suspension of the ritual to escape.
Zhao Yushu looked at the Buddha statue in the center of the hall. According to Bujie, the ghost energy was strongest there. This golden Buddha was the true body of the ghost Buddha.
But Zhao Yushu doesn't think so.
The Buddha's left and right attendants are all present, not a single skinny old monk's golden body
Are you really not here? Then the situation I risked my life for is completely ruined.
Zhao Yushu closed his eyes and ignored the argument of a group of monks who still had some power. He wanted to wait.
"My great uncle is dead too!" A monk tumbled into the hall, tripped over the threshold and fell flat on his face, but he managed to shout out his words.
The noisy hall suddenly became quiet. There was only one great-grandfather still alive, and everyone knew who it was.
Then all the monks looked in one direction, in the middle of the hall.
There was a fat man sitting under the golden body. He was as fat as Buddha and only two times smaller than his uncle.
The fat man always had his back to everyone. Even when the news of his uncle's death came, he did not look back. It seemed that the death of the abbot of the temple was of no importance to him.
When the news of his uncle's death came, the fat man finally turned around slowly in the horrified and expectant eyes of the monks.
Zhao Yushu looked at the fat man's face and sighed subconsciously.
I don't know if all fat faces look the same, all fleshy and round with no visible eyebrows or eyes. If I must say, this fat guy is more suitable for being a golden statue than my uncle.
The fat man is naturally Wang Yuanwai
That is, the buyer of the golden statue of my uncle.
The fat man smiled and looked at the monk who reported the news: "Is he really dead?"
The monk knelt on the ground and trembled like a sieve: "It is absolutely true, everyone is carrying the body of our great-grandmaster towards this side."
The fat man said, "How did he die?"
"No, I don't know. I just heard that it was said that," the monk looked at the monk who was leading the chanting with some fear.
The monk was furious: "Just answer whatever Master Wang asks!"
"Yes, yes, I heard that it was Uncle Shi's idea."
Everyone was shocked
Wang Yuanwai chuckled: "Hey, someone died, and it happened to be another dead person, interesting, really interesting."
The chanting monk coughed dryly and said, "Well, Mr. Wang, why don't you wait another two months..."
Wang Yuanwai glanced at the monk and said, "My mother died in the past two months. Are you going to be buried with her?"
The monk was speechless.
Wang Yuanwai stood up from the lotus platform with difficulty: "Wait and see, let me see how my golden body dies."
At the instruction of the chanting monk, another group of monks ran out to help carry the great-grandmaster uncle over. In a short while, a group of people shouted and carried the great-grandmaster uncle's huge body into the hall.
Zhao Yushu glanced at his uncle-master, a little surprised. According to the plan, Bujie should have put the poison in the juice and fed it to the old monk. Then the old monk should have passed away peacefully.
Why does it seem like there is a hint of fear and confusion in the old monk's expression now?
What did Bujie do to him? Or what did he say?
Bujie put down the bamboo pole, looked around, and found Zhao Yushu leaning against the pillar. Seeing his pale face and the blood-stained monk robe on his left hand, he immediately understood how Master Jueshan died. He couldn't help but sigh and admire Zhao Yushu's wisdom and courage.
Seeing the corpse of the great-grandmaster, the originally quiet hall became noisy again, until Wang Yuanwai moved his body and slowly walked to the great-grandmaster's body.
"How did you die?"
Wang Yuanwai seemed to be talking to himself, or asking someone a question, but I didn't know who he was asking.
The monks who were carrying the poles all stepped back, as if they were afraid of being pulled over for questioning.
Just as Bujie was about to step forward to answer, a weak but firm voice rang out from the side.
"Poisoning"