Chapter 183 I calculated with my fingers that the person who poisoned me must be bald

Wang Wu and Baying quickly drew out their embroidered spring knives and blocked the door.

Not allowing anyone to enter or leaving, Master Xinhu and Master Xinmei were blocked at the scene of the crime.

When a group of people heard Lin Lang's voice, they all rushed over. Not only the monks from Northern Shaolin, but also many people from the Jianghu who stayed overnight.

"Senior Bai Xiaosheng is dead?!"

"What's going on? Who dares to harm Mr. Bai Lao? Who can harm him?"

Although Bai Xiaosheng is not good at martial arts, he is still a peak martial arts master. No one in this group of people is Bai Xiaosheng's opponent.

It seems that among the people who have been here in the past few days, Zhuge Gang and Lin Lang can do it, but Zhuge Gang has clearly left, and it is Lin Lang who spreads the news. Who is it?

Baying asked in a low voice: "Master Wang, who did this?"

He had just been brought back by Lin Lang, and such a big thing happened.

"Why don't Northern Shaolin compile a new weapon manual? Aren't you the most powerful people in the world?"

This Jin Yiwei commander is so bad. If Northern Shaolin really agreed to do this, then wouldn’t the Money Gang, the Sun Moon Sect, and other Jianghu people who are dissatisfied with the list all hate Northern Shaolin?

Even if everyone thinks the list is fair, the Money Gang, Sun Moon God Sect, etc. will think that Northern Shaolin is provoking a fight between the two sides, and they might join forces to deal with Northern Shaolin first.

Lin Lang looked around at everyone with a cold face. No one dared to meet Lin Lang's eyes.

"You, you are talking nonsense. I am a doctor who treats diseases and saves people. How can I poison others? Besides, I am here to enter the weapons spectrum, so how can I harm him? I have never been to his yard, how can I poison him?

poison?"

He still had something to say. If Northern Shaolin really wanted to kill Bai Xiaosheng, would he need to use poison?

Monk Xinjian looked at Lin Lang: "Sir, you keep saying that the poor monk is a single owl. Let's not say whether this is true. Why did the poor monk kill Mr. Bai Lao?"

Master Xinmei asked, "But if they take the opportunity to annex some of our Northern Shaolin territory and property, do we have to give in?"

"I didn't kill him."

"These seven skills are Qinggong, swordsmanship, palm skills, fingering skills, boxing skills, hidden weapons and...poisoning. There are records of more than thirteen cases he committed, each of which was horrifying, with a total of seventy-six victims.

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"Yes." Both Xinmei and Xinhu were checked. There were no other injuries, but they died of poisoning.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shan Ou clicked his feet and flew directly over the heads of many Jianghu people and flew towards the outside of the hall.

Monk Xinjian clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk Xinjian is not a single owl."

All the people in the world were shocked: "You, don't talk nonsense, how could we attack Senior Bai Xiaosheng?"

In this way, what happened to Bai Xiaosheng can be blamed on Lin Lang. If Northern Shaolin cannot hand over the murderer in the future, it can also be said that Lin Lang did not solve the case and it has nothing to do with Northern Shaolin.

"Xinhu, Xinmei, are you deceived, or are you saying that Northern Shaolin is a place where filth and evil are hidden?!"

Watching Lin Lang and others leave, Master Xinhu and Master Xinmei sat together.

"Xinhu, is there one among your brothers named Xinjian?"

The eyebrows clasped together: "I didn't see it. It was the poor monk who saw Mr. Bai Lao's death first and called the senior brother over to discuss how to find the murderer."

"Yes, but we..."

Xinhu and Xinmei were both stunned. What did Lin Lang mean? Did he suspect that someone from Northern Shaolin did it?

Many Jianghu people also whispered and looked at Xinhu and Xinmei with suspicious eyes.

When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured.

Why did he feel that the commander of the Jinyi Guard seemed to be deliberately targeting Northern Shaolin? Was this the intention of the imperial court?

"Master Xinhu, Master Xinmei, and Baixiao, are you the only three in this courtyard when it comes to life and death?" Lin Lang suddenly asked.

There are no benefits to this matter whether it is good or bad, so I absolutely cannot agree to it.

Stealing the martial arts secrets from the Sutra Pavilion is a serious crime.

What is taken beforehand must be given beforehand.

"Because you teamed up with Bai Xiaosheng to steal the martial arts secrets from the Sutra Pavilion!"

Xinhu and Xinmei breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Lin Lang had not placed the crime of murder on them. From this point of view, Lin Lang was still a good official.

"Even if he was once a single owl, he has now changed his ways. Why do you have to force me so hard?"

Wang Wu took off the sleeve arrow tied in his sleeve: "Sir, I'll give this back to you."

There was a commotion around, and someone was shouting: "Mr. Lin, the murderer must be one of the seven people. Take them all back, and they will confess after being tortured."

"What are you doing? Who asked you to kill him? We haven't found his accomplices yet!" Lin Lang said angrily.

Lin Lang spent some of his energy, and Shan E finally woke up.

He hoped more than other people in the world that Bai Xiaosheng could live, at least after the release of the new weapon spectrum, and leave Northern Shaolin before dying.

He stared at Master Xinhu. If the old monk dared to say yes, he would dare to let people set fire to it.

Shan E turned a corner in mid-air and completely avoided those beads.

Those whose martial arts from Northern Shaolin are better than those of Bai Xiaosheng can be counted with both hands!

Lin Lang looked at his eyebrows: "Do you think I came here today because I was really here for Bai Xiaosheng?"

The gangsters were like puppets, their heads turned to Lin Lang.

Lin Lang looked at Wang Wu with admiration, and he really understood what he meant.

"Either it's Zhuge Gang from the Money Gang, or this person is among this group of people and uses some shameful methods."

Wang Wu had received Lin Lang's instructions long ago and deliberately said loudly: "There are not many people who have the courage, and even fewer who can do it."

"Why am I not dead? What are you going to do?"

Lin Lang rolled his eyes at Wang Wu: "Do you think those people you saw are the only ones in Northern Shaolin? There are many masters who have not come out from the dark. If they really get anxious, they may not dare to take action."

"Shan E, do you have anything else to quibble with?"

"Who is against me? I came to Northern Shaolin and dared to poison Bai Xiaosheng in front of me?"

"Now that Mr. Lin is here, it would be best to leave it to Mr. Lin to solve the case."

Lin Lang took out a pill and put it into the mouth of Shan E who was lying on the ground.

Master Xinhu: "???"

This was a heart-wrenching remark. My sister knew that it would be useless for Northern Shaolin to deny it. Lin Lang wouldn't care at all.

Lin Lang said with a smile: "Scholar Qiqiao, it is said that Bo Wenqiang memorized it. You have stolen so many unique skills from Northern Shaolin, so you must have memorized them."

Master Xinhu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the person died, it would be regarded as a death without evidence, at least it would not implicate Northern Shaolin, let alone Shaolin's unique skills.

Because the Sutra Pavilion was indeed found stolen before, so their third junior brother who was guarding the Sutra Pavilion was still thinking about it.

Lin Lang laughed loudly: "You monks are really interesting. You can be forgiven if you change your ways. But what about the innocent people who were harmed by him?"

He said he was not stupid, and his subordinates could be disobedient.

When he crossed the door and was about to escape into the distance, Wang Wu suddenly raised his sleeve, and a short arrow flew out of his sleeve, hitting Shan E directly in the back of the heart.

The group of Jianghu people who were originally crowded together dispersed in an instant, wary of each other.

Lin Lang looked at Xinhu and Xinmei with regret on his face, making the two people feel hairy all over.

If it is sophistry, maybe the court will have an excuse to deal with Northern Shaolin.

Shan E knew very well that if he was caught, even by people from Northern Shaolin, he would not end well. If he stole the secret book of the Sutra Pavilion, the Discipline Academy would not let him go.

This group of Jianghu people can also persevere. When traveling in Jianghu, it is common for them to eat and sleep in the open air.

He said anxiously: "Sir, maybe they concealed it well? If they are not, then who is the murderer?"

Master Xinhu secretly yelled, "Oh no," why did he still suspect them?

He deliberately asked his junior brother's beloved to stay at the door because he was worried that Zhuge Gang would sneak in and assassinate Bai Xiaosheng.

When he knew Bai Xiao's life and death, he was actually very happy.

Anyway, he didn’t do it himself, and he won’t be the one to become a monk when the time comes.

Northern Shaolin has been closed down more than once. As a result, haven't those powerful sects at that time disappeared now? Northern Shaolin, on the other hand, is still standing.

"Huh?" Lin Lang glanced at the Jianghu man who talked about torture, "In your eyes, do I, the Jin Yiwei, handle the cases only because of beatings?"

Moreover, he can find a way to destroy Bai Xiaosheng's relics and leave the Ming Dynasty with the secrets he has memorized. He will definitely create a first-class world power. Isn't it much better than staying here and becoming a monk?

Master Xinhu gritted his teeth: "Give in."

"I'm not sure, there are assassins from Qingyi Tower mixed in."

They don't have the treatment of a separate monastery. They all live in Datongpu like ordinary monks, with ten people in a room.

"Soon, there will be a battle between the Money Gang and the Sun and Moon Demon Sect."

Soon, a monk with fine features came out. He looked to be no more than thirty years old. If he wore a hat, some people would believe him even if he said he was a scholar.
To be continued...