The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#665 - Wulin Old Case

After Abbot Huitong finished intimidating the crowd inside the building, he turned his gaze to Lu Qinghou.

"Manor Lord Lu… …"

Lu Qinghou was currently busy regulating his breathing and examining his body, trying to find the cause of his earlier vomiting of blood, but unfortunately, he found nothing.

He could feel that his meridians were injured, and his internal organs were damaged to varying degrees, but he didn't know where the injuries came from, which made him feel even colder.

Hearing Huitong call his name, he was immediately shocked.

"What do I not dare to do? Manor Lord, everyone did something wrong together, why should you bear the responsibility alone in the end?" Lu Jingwen's eyes were bloodshot, and he gasped for breath, "To hell with keeping one's word, I only know that Xiaoyao Manor cannot be without its master!"

"Do you really know who killed Grandmaster Huiwen?" Abbot Huitong took half a step forward, eagerly asking.

"Yes, I know." Lu Jingwen readily admitted.

Although it was unknown why the corner of Lu Jingwen's mouth turned up, revealing a mocking look, the fact that he didn't vomit blood was enough to show that he wasn't lying.

So, Abbot Huitong continued to ask, "Who is it?"

"It was that old monk Huiwen himself, hahahahaha." Lu Jingwen suddenly burst into laughter, almost laughing out tears.

The monks of Xuankong Temple all felt like they had been tricked, and they glared angrily, waiting to see Lu Jingwen vomit blood.

However, Lu Jingwen laughed for a long time, but nothing happened, and he still stood there unharmed.

This time, the expressions of the Xuankong Temple monks changed drastically.

"This… …how is this possible?"

Abbot Huitong was about to ask again, but unexpectedly, Lu Qinghou, who had not spoken before, actually spoke again, "Abbot, some things are not necessarily good to get to the bottom of. I am not only talking about me and Xiaoyao Manor, but also about you and the Xuankong Temple behind you."

Abbot Huitong's Adam's apple bobbed. Lu Jing could see that the old monk was indeed hesitant at this moment, but he didn't hesitate for too long before continuing to ask, "Grandmaster Huiwen, why did he commit suicide?"

At this point, Lu Jing could already be sure that the person threatening Abbot Huitong must also be in the Number One Scholar Restaurant tonight.

This was good news for him.

"Grandmaster Huiwen committed suicide for the sake of the thousands of martial artists in the world. If he knew what you were doing today, I'm afraid he would crawl out of his coffin in anger." Lu Jingwen put away the smile on his face.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Grandmaster Huiwen was poisoned to death, what does it have to do with the martial artists… …"

A young Xuankong Temple monk couldn't help but retort, but when he said halfway, he seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't say the rest of the words.

And Lu Jingwen was now completely reckless, even if it wasn't Abbot Huitong who was asking, he would still answer, "Hehe, it seems you have already thought of it… …That's right, Grandmaster Huiwen did this to deal with the Myriad Poison Valley.

"In order to let the various factions of the martial world besiege the Myriad Poison Valley together, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his own life. To be honest, his act of sacrificing himself for righteousness is quite admirable to Lu."

"You're lying, Grandmaster Huiwen and the Myriad Poison Valley don't have any personal grudges, why would he commit suicide and frame the Myriad Poison Valley?"

The young monk was still trying to defend.

"You're right, this matter has nothing to do with grudges. Grandmaster Huiwen wanted to deal with the Myriad Poison Valley because the Myriad Poison Valley… …"

"Enough." Lu Qinghou interrupted his cousin, then stared at Huitong and said, "Abbot, are you sure you want to continue?"

Most people would definitely weigh the cost of continuing to ask at this time.

After all, it has now been confirmed that Grandmaster Huiwen died by suicide, which means that the entire Myriad Poison Valley was exterminated, which was planned by Grandmaster Huiwen alone.

And Grandmaster Huiwen is a high-ranking monk of the Xuankong Temple, so the Xuankong Temple must bear at least half of the blame. That is to say, the Myriad Poison Valley now has no descendants left, otherwise they would probably come to the Xuankong Temple for revenge immediately after hearing this news.

Moreover, revenge is secondary. The Xuankong Temple, as a top sect, is not too worried about being attacked, but the key is that the Xuankong Temple is not justified in this matter.

Don't underestimate the words "being justified", which is the biggest difference between the righteous path and the demonic path.

The righteous path pays attention to being justified in doing things, unlike the demonic path, which acts so arbitrarily and without any taboos. Even if they want to destroy someone's sect, they must have a justified reason.

Huitong and Huiwen are brothers, and they have known each other for so many years, and they are under the same temple eaves. Huitong believes that Huiwen is definitely not a bad person. He would rather use his own life to set up a situation and force the righteous path to join forces to eliminate the Myriad Poison Valley, which must have his reasons.

But the problem is that Huitong also knows that this reason cannot be brought to the table.

Otherwise, Huiwen would not need to commit suicide at all. As long as he reported this matter to the Xuankong Temple, with the Xuankong Temple's position in the righteous martial world, he could naturally summon other sects to deal with the Myriad Poison Valley together, not to mention hiding it from him, the abbot.

But Huitong also has unspeakable suffering now.

Tonight, it is not only the heroes in the Number One Scholar Restaurant who have no way out, but also himself.

So, Huitong gritted his teeth and continued to ask, "Please Manor Lord Lu, enlighten me."

Lu Qinghou took a deep look at Huitong. This time, he finally didn't hesitate any longer, "Grandmaster Huiwen received news that Dongmen Wuce was secretly developing a new poison, colorless and odorless. As long as it is sprinkled in the air, it can spread at least a mile with the help of wind power. Those who are poisoned will have their meridians atrophy and lose all their martial arts, making it impossible to defend against.

"Rumor also has it that Dongmen Wuce is close to success, and the Palace Lord of the Myriad Demons Palace is very interested in this poison, and is discussing with Dongmen Wuce to buy this prescription."

"This… …is there any evidence?" Abbot Huitong had already known the answer before he finished asking.

Sure enough, Lu Qinghou shook his head and said, "There is no real evidence, only rumors. Afterwards, we searched the entire Myriad Poison Valley together, but we couldn't find a single clue, so now it seems… …it should be a misrepresentation."

Lu Qinghou's words made the restaurant silent.

Based on just a few rumors, an entire sect was destroyed, from the sect master to the disciples below, and even their families were slaughtered.

This kind of behavior is no different from the demonic path.

No wonder Lu Qinghou would rather vomit blood than say this matter.

Moreover, those who are interested have also captured the details in Lu Qinghou's words. The word he used when he said this matter just now was "we", which means that those who know about it are probably not only Xiaoyao Manor alone.