Wu Yin and Ming Fei hurriedly came to the mountain gate.

Dao Wujian greeted him and said, "Master, I don't know if the abbot of your temple can agree to meet below?"

"Amitabha, the abbot is in retreat, and it is not suitable to meet guests, please forgive me. Wu Yin said unhurriedly.

Wu Yin didn't lie, the head abbot Master Kechen was indeed in retreat, and it was Master Kemu who protected the Dharma, otherwise the Mahayana King would come to provoke him, and he, as the head of a faction, would not be able to avoid it.

Dao Wujian was slightly stunned, he didn't expect it to be so coincidental, and said: "I don't know if the two monks Kefan and Kemu are not in the temple? ”

"The two uncles have already gone down the mountain and traveled all over the world, and now they have not returned, so the donor should go back. Wu Yin said, but he secretly repented in his heart: "The little monk lied and deceived each other, it is really for a reason, and I ask the Buddha to forgive me, Amitabha." ”

The retreat of the three remaining monks of the Shaolin Temple, the retreat of the monks of the four directions, the sword is unclean, and the secret path is unlucky, and it is too bad time for me to come.

It was not that Dao Wujian did not suspect that the other party was lying, but when he thought that the other party was a disciple of Shaolin Temple, if he deceived himself with a lie and spread it, it would only damage the prestige of Shaolin and be harmful to Shaolin, so he immediately dispelled the suspicion in his heart.

Just as Dao Wujian was about to leave, suddenly, there was a loud shout from inside the temple.

The loud shout was full of anger, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, shocking people's hearts, with the power of piercing clouds and cracking stones, it was heard clearly in the mountain gate with a knife, as if it sounded in the ears.

What a profound skill!

Several people present were slightly startled, and they didn't know who was so angry, but Dao Wujian heard it, this is the "lion's roar" of Buddhism, and there are only a handful of people in Shaolin Temple who can exert the "lion's roar" with such power, and it should be a high-ranking monk who can be a word.

Dao Wuji, who was originally about to leave, was stunned, a narrow smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, turned around, and shouted, "Master, please stay." ”

There is a road that the house leak happened to rain overnight.

Now that the Mahayana King has not been sent away, I can't imagine that there will be another sword without stains, and it is still so difficult.

Wu Yin's secret way was not good, out of the etiquette of the rivers and lakes, Wu Yin still stopped, pretended to be calm and said: "Knife donor, what else is the matter?"

Dao Wuzhi said: "I say that my family doesn't speak, I don't know why the master wants to deceive Dao?"

"Amitabha, why did the donor say this?" said Wu Yin in confusion.

Dao Wujian sighed with emotion in his heart, he couldn't imagine that these monks who don't lie on weekdays don't blush and beat when they lie, and they are even more convincing when they lie than those who lie.

"How's the Master's ear power?" asked Dao Wuji.

Wu Yin was stunned when he heard this, feeling a little inexplicable, and said humbly: "The poor monk's ear is acceptable, although he is not as keen as the top master, but he is still passable. ”

"That's good. Dao Wujian smiled and said, "The master must have heard that 'lion's roar' just now, right?"

Wu Yin's heart jumped, and he said hesitantly: "This, this ......"

"This" has been for a long time, and nothing has come out of this.

Dao Wujian looked at Ming Fei and asked: "Did the little master hear the "lion's roar" just now?" The voice paused slightly, and Dao Wujian continued: "The Buddha family has clouds, and the monks don't gossip, the little master should not lie and deceive each other, that is disrespectful to the Buddha, please think twice." ”

Ming Fei said truthfully: "The little monk did hear it. ”

"Okay!" Dao Wujian smiled: "I don't know which monk sent it, and it has such power?"

"This ...... This ...... "Ming Fei" and "this" for a long time, and he didn't say why.

Dao Wujian said: "Since the two of you don't want to say it, Dao Mou will say it for you, the person who can use the "lion's roar" so powerful should be a monk of the Kezi generation, I don't know if Dao Mou is wrong?"

Half an hour later!

Wu Yin clasped his hands together and said with a solemn face: "Amitabha, what the donor said is good, it should be Uncle Kefan who performs the "lion's roar", the poor monk lied and deceived each other just now, it is really a sin, and the poor monk is ashamed of the Buddha. ”

After finishing speaking, he proclaimed another Buddha name, and a touch of repentance appeared on his face.

The monk in front of the knife is very cute, daring to act, can be described as bright and fair, and said: "Since ancient times, it has been said that people are not sages, who can do nothing, and the master should not blame himself." ”

Satoru listened even more embarrassed, his lips twitched, and he didn't know what he was reading.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came, and the sound was rolling, like thunder, and it seemed extremely proud.

Wu Yin's face suddenly changed drastically.

This person's skill is slightly better than the previous monk who performed the "Lion's Roar", and the skill is only higher than the "Taihang Two Sages", and after Dao Wujian found that the person who laughed was not the "Taihang Two Sages", he couldn't help but be taken aback at the moment.

Laughing so loudly in Shaolin Temple, it is obviously impossible to be a monk of Shaolin Temple, so who could it be?

Dao Wujian said: "Master, I don't know who dares to disturb the holy land of Buddhism, if you can use a knife, the master can only command." ”

Wu Yin was slightly stunned, he was not stupid, from the words of Dao Wuji, it can be seen that Dao Wujian and the Mahayana Dharma King are by no means in the same group, and his heart can't help but rejoice, the head abbot is in retreat, and there is a shortage of top masters in the temple.

"It's a monk called Mahayana King. Wu Yin paused and asked, "The sword donor came to my Shaolin, I don't know what the so-called thing is?"

"This matter is very important, if it spreads, I am afraid that it will set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes, Dao wants to meet Abbot Kechen, and please forgive the master, if the abbot Kechen is in retreat, it is okay to meet Master Kefan and Master Kemu. Dao Wujian said.

"The poor monk is abrupt, the knife donor, please. Wu Yin said.

Tokugawa Sakurako and Black Fang stayed, and Dao Wujian and Zhang Chaifeng followed Satoru to the inside.

Come to the front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The situation on the field has changed significantly from before Satoru left.

I saw that Master Kefan's face was a little pale, and his long white beard was stained with a little scarlet blood, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot of internal injuries, and a group of monks stood on both sides, staring at the Mahayana King with angry faces.

If the eyes can kill, it is estimated that the Mahayana King has been divided by the monks of Shaolin Temple.

"Taihang Two Sages" Ouyang Wen and Ouyang Wu sat cross-legged to the side, both of them had their eyes slightly closed, their faces like gold paper, and they were healing their injuries at this time.

"The two of them are injured!" Dao Wuji's face changed, his pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Dao Wujian has seen Ouyang Wen's skills, and his skills are so high that they are by no means comparable to ordinary masters in the rivers and lakes, that is, the people on the list of rivers and lakes, I am afraid that there are people who are not as good as him, not to mention that they are still two brothers.

Now that the knife is innocent, he sees that the "Taihang Two Sages" are injured, and this surprise is not trivial.

Happy and happy everyday, everyone.

(End of chapter)