Yiyun Zhang Lingxiu was naturally not polite, and he drank a cup of tea in one go. When everyone was about to sit down to eat, they saw a monk with a panicked look hurriedly running in, he ran very fast, panting very hard, and said, "Fang ...... Square...... Abbot, Great ...... Affair...... Affair...... Oh no. ”

Seeing that he was in such a hurry, Yiyun seemed to have something serious to report, so he got up and took a cup of tea from the table, handed it to the monk, patted him on the shoulder, and said to him: "Little master, if you have anything to say, say it slowly, don't worry." But when he saw Quan Tong, he immediately put away his smiling face, became very strict, and said to the monk: "Mingkong, what's the matter, you are in such a hurry." Mingkong drank all the tea in Yiyun's hand, gradually recovered, and said slowly: "This morning, the disciple was patrolling at the foot of Shaolin Mountain on the order of the abbot, but he saw the four major sects of Emei, Kunlun, Huashan, and Tianshan, leading many small gangs and small factions to kill Shaolin Temple again, each of these people had injuries and was covered with blood, and the head of Huashan also said:" The monks of Shaolin Temple and Yun Hong really don't talk about faithfulness, they said that they wanted us to leave, why did they rob and kill us halfway, a god, nearly half of the disciples of my Huashan faction died, I feel distressed. Another humane: "Let's go, let's go, go to Shaolin Temple to seek justice, it's a big deal to fight with the monks of Shaolin Temple!"

Quantong immediately stood up, his eyebrows tightened into a Sichuan character, and said slowly: "Are you saying that the five major sects that left yesterday are back today?" Mingkong nodded and said, "Yes, abbot." Suddenly, Quan Tong raised his eyebrows and said: "The disciples of Shaolin Temple listened to the order, and all rushed to Shaolin Mountain, Dharma Academy, Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and Precept Hall. All the monks shouted yes in unison, and in the blink of an eye, it was still a very lively banquet. But there are only two people left, Yiyun and Zhang Lingxiu.

Yiyun cursed in his heart: "Nima, my first wedding was so messed up, you people, I, Yunhong, have to kill you." Zhang Lingxiu grabbed Yiyun's arm and walked out.

Looking at this time, Shaomuro Mountain has been surrounded by crowds again, this time the atmosphere is more tense than the last time, Shaomuro Mountain exudes a strong smell of gunpowder, even the slightest spark here can detonate here, and blow this place to the ground. All the people will sleep forever in this Shaomuro Mountain.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a delicate face and a very sinister feeling in his eyes opened his mouth and said: "Quantong monk, yesterday we went to Shaolin Mountain just to let Shaolin Temple hand it over, but our skills are not as good as others, and we are willing to bow to the wind, in this case, including Yunhong's ...... Yun Shaoxia let us go down to Shaomu Mountain, why did you sneak attack the camp where we were stationed last night. Although the masters had superb martial arts, they were unprepared, and they were attacked by the monks of Shaolin Temple and suffered heavy casualties, and many martial arts masters died in the sneak attack. As for the Shaolin Temple harboring the big devil, let's put it aside for the time being, here Huashan sent Zhang Zhen wants to ask, he has always done things above board. Why did the Shaolin Temple of Taishan Beidou of Wulin do something that wants to kill and release first, and sneak attack from behind!"

The person who said this was Zhang Zhen, the head of the Huashan faction, and this person was not good at martial arts. But he likes to play intrigue behind his back, he is timid and afraid, but he likes to be a hero, the five major sects are all in the Shaolin Temple, and now only the Huashan faction is intact, and the heads of the other sects are either dead or injured, and the disciples are even more disheartened, all of them are based on self-preservation, and now if Zhang Zhen leads the Huashan faction and does not come out, it will really never be able to raise his head in the martial arts.

Everyone shouted in unison: "Zhang's head is right, the Shaolin Temple sneaked up on us, shameless, chilling, from now on, the Shaolin Temple is no longer the head of the major sects, and the Shaolin Temple will not share the sky." "'Quantong saw that almost every one of these martial arts masters was now covered in injuries and bloodstained, and it didn't seem like he was lying, but there were no monks in Shaolin Temple going down the mountain last night, Quantong was very puzzled, opened his mouth and waved his hand, signaling everyone to stop talking.

But now no one still listens to him, no one pays attention to Quantong, Shentong is very angry at the moment, and yells at the moment: "Stop talking." The sound is as loud as the bell rings, this kind of martial arts is the lion roar in the Shaolin Temple seventy-two stunts, the people who use this martial arts, need to have a deep internal force, the use of the lion roar must be gathered with the chest out, with the roar, the internal force is exerted, the internal force is mixed with the roar, the roar is mixed with the internal force, just as the fire borrows the wind, the wind helps the fire. The sound is deafening, and people with strong internal force can still withstand it, but if they have a slightly worse internal force, they will definitely be shattered by this sound, and the seven orifices will bleed to death.

Except for Zhang Zhen and a few people present, they were already covering their ears and listening one after another. When Shentong's voice stopped, there was no sound in the field, as long as a few crows were chirping weakly. Seeing that everyone was no longer talking, Quan Tong said: "Just now, Lao Gao's junior brother Shentong didn't mean to offend everyone, but everyone couldn't help but defend Lao Gao, so they only came up with this decision. ”

Zhang Zhen laughed coldly and said: "Justification? What is there to justify, we all witnessed and saw a group of monks sneaking up on us, last night our camp was at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, the monk at the foot of Shaolin Mountain is not a person from Shaolin Temple, but the strategy of the abbot of Quantong is really amazing, we tried our best to catch a live mouth, but when we were about to ask, we were killed with a secret weapon, hum, what else do you have to quibble?" That's right, what Zhang Zhangmen said is right, we have all seen it, seeing is believing, the evidence is ironclad, what else is there to quibble?"

Quantong let out a long breath of turbidity and said, "According to the meaning of Zhang's master, you caught the monks of our Shaolin Temple but were killed, right?" Zhang Zhen said: "Yes and what." Full channel: "In this case, Zhongtong will check if there is one less monk in my Shaolin Temple." "Middle channel: "Obey, senior brother abbot." ”

But after a while, Zhongtong returned to Quantong's side and said: "Senior Brother Qiqi Abbot, there are five hundred and seventy-three people in my Shaolin Temple, and now there are many people, except for the Dharma Academy, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the Discipline Hall, the three senior brothers are staying in the temple, all of them are here, and there are many people. Quantong nodded, and turned to Zhang Zhen and said: "Master Zhang, have you heard clearly, my Shaolin Temple five hundred and seventy-three monks, one is not bad, so who is the monk who was exterminated yesterday, since he is not a monk of my Shaolin Temple, it must be pretending to be my Shaolin Temple to sneak attack various sects." (To be continued......)