Zhang Wuji was chopping wood and carrying charcoal in the kitchen, burning the fire and carrying water, he was very busy, he deliberately painted his face black when moving charcoal, coupled with his hair was fluffy, and a photo in the water tank, no one could recognize it, and he slept in the hut next to the incense soup kitchen with all the fireworkers that night.

He knew that in the Shaolin Temple, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there were often people with unique skills among the fireworkers, so he was careful everywhere and didn't even dare to say more than half a word. After seven or eight days like this, Yi Sanniang took Zhao Min to visit him twice.

He is diligent in his work, from morning to night, he is willing to do any rough work, the monk who is in charge of the incense soup kitchen is happy, and the fire worker next to him also gets along with him. He didn't dare to ask, but pricked up his ears and looked for clues from everyone's chatter, thinking that someone must have sent food to the Golden Lion King, and he only needed to land on the person who delivered the food, and he could visit the place where the Golden Lion King was imprisoned.

On the evening of the ninth day, he slept until midnight, and suddenly heard a faint sound of shouting half a mile away, so he got up quietly, and saw that no one was aware of it, so he followed the sound and hurried away, and when he heard the sound from the woods on the left side of the temple, he jumped up on a big tree, and found out that there was no one lurking in the grass behind the tree, and then he jumped from the tree to the other tree, and gradually moved closer.

At this time, the blades in the forest intersected, and several people were already fighting together. He hid behind the tree, but saw the sword light vertical and horizontal, the sword shadow flashed, and the six people were divided into two sides to fight. The three swords are the three swords of Qinghai, the formation of the positive and negative five elements, the defense is very tight, and the three monks who attack each other are on the side, each making the sword and breaking the formation and going straight. After dismantling twenty or thirty moves, there was a pop, and one of the three swords in Qinghai fell to the ground.

As soon as the formation was broken, the remaining two were not opponents, and they dismantled a few moves, and one of them screamed miserably and was hacked to death, listening to the voice of the short and fat man Ma Fatong. One of the remaining men was wounded in his right arm, and a monk shouted in a low voice, "Stop!" and the three swords surrounded him, but he did not attack again.

An old voice said sharply: "Your Qinghai Yuzhenguan and my Shaolin faction have always had no grudges and no hatred, why did you come here at night?"

The person left in the three swords in Qinghai was Shao He, and said miserably: "Since the three of my senior brothers have lost the battle, they only complain that they are not good at learning, what else is there to ask?"

The old voice sneered: "Are you here for Xie Xun, or do you want to get the Dragon Slaying Knife?" I haven't heard that Xie Xun has killed someone in the Yuzhen Temple, so it must be for the treasure knife." With just such a little play, do you want to come to Shaolin Temple? The leader of Shaolin Temple has been martial arts for more than 1,000 years, but I didn't expect it to be so underestimated. ”

Shao He took advantage of what he said happily, and with a sword, the center went straight forward, the monk hurriedly dodged, and finally took a step slower, the sword hit the left shoulder, and the two monks next to him slashed together, and Shao He suddenly turned his head in a different place. Without saying a word, the three monks lifted the body of the three swords in Qinghai and walked quickly towards the temple.

Zhang Wuji was about to follow him to take a look, when he suddenly heard someone breathing softly in the long grass in front of him, and said secretly: "It's so dangerous, it turns out that there is an ambush." ”

At the moment, I was still and still, and after half an hour, I heard someone in the grass lightly high-five twice, and someone in the distance high-fived correspondingly, only to see six monks standing up in front and back, or holding a Zen staff, or holding a sword, and returning to the temple in a fan shape.

Zhang Wuji waited for the six monks to go away before returning to the hut, and the firefighters who slept with him fell asleep. He sighed in his heart: "If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, how could you have known that in this moment, the three heroes had died unexpectedly." ”

After this battle, he knew that the Shaolin Temple's precautions were thorough, unusual, and he was more careful. A few more days later, it was already mid-April, and the weather was getting hotter, and it was almost a day before the Duanyang Festival. He thought, "I'm doing this kind of rough work in the soup kitchen, and it's hard to find out where the Golden Lion King is, so I'll have to venture everywhere tonight." ”

This night he slept until the third watch, quietly came out, climbed onto the roof, hid in the stone of the ridge, the figure was settled, and saw two figures from south to north, quickly swept by, the monk's robe blows the wind, the sword reflects the moon, it is the patrol monk in the temple. Waiting for the two monks to pass, walked forward a few zhang, the sound of footsteps on the tile surface, and the two monks jumped over, but saw the group of monks coming and going, shuttling similarly, the inspection was extremely strict, but I was afraid that the inner courtyard of the palace was also not as late. When he saw this scene, he knew that if he went again, he would definitely be discovered, so he had to give up and return.

Three days later, the night thundered and rained heavily. Zhang Wuji was overjoyed and said secretly: "God help me!"

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was pitch black all around, he flashed and walked to the front hall, thinking: "Luohan Hall, Dharma Hall, Pranya Temple, and Abbot's Essence are all over the place, which are the secret places of Shaolin Temple, and I will explore them one by one." ”

It's just that there are many houses in the Shaolin Temple, and I really don't know where is the Arhat Hall and where is the Pranya Courtyard. He walked briskly and dodging, and came to a bamboo forest, and saw a small house in front of him, and the light came out of the window. At this time, his whole body was already soaked, and the raindrops of soybeans hit his face and hands, and they rebounded drop by drop. He snuggled under the window of the cottage, and only heard someone talking inside, it was the voice of the abbot Master Kongwen.

I only heard it say: "For this golden lion king, Shaolin Temple has killed twenty-three people in the past month, and it is not my Buddha's mercy to kill many evils." Yang Xiao, the left envoy of Mingjiao Bright, Fan Yao, the right envoy, Yin Tianzheng, the white-eyed demon king, and Wei Yixiao, the blue-winged bat king, successively sent envoys to the temple, begging me to let Xie Xun go......"

When Zhang Wuji heard this, he was relieved: "It turns out that Yang Zuo and others have already received the information and have sent people here. ”

He only heard the empty news and continued: "Although this temple has given it a prevarication, how can the Ming Sect be willing to stop there? That sect leader Zhang has always refused to show up, for fear that there will be more schemes in the dark. Senior Brother Kongzhi and I were rescued by him, and we owe a favor to others, if he comes to ask for it in person, how can we answer it? This matter is really difficult to handle. Senior brother and nephew, what do you two think?"

A gloomy voice coughed softly, Zhang Wuji listened to it in his ears, his heart was shocked, and he immediately knew that it was Cheng Kun who changed his name to Yuanzhen. I only heard Yuan Zhen say: "Xie Xun is guarded by the three uncles, so he is naturally foolproof. This hero conference is related to the rise and fall of my Shaolin faction for thousands of years, and some small grievances of the Demon Sect, and the abbot and uncle don't have to worry about it. What's more, the matter of Wan'an Temple is that the Demon Sect secretly colluded with the imperial court to make things difficult with the six major sects, doesn't the abbot know it?"

Kong Wen was surprised: "How could it be that the Ming Sect colluded with the imperial court?"

Yuan Zhen said: "The head of the Ming sect Zhang was originally going to marry Miss Zhou, the head of the Emei faction, and on the day of the wedding, the county lord of the king of Ruyang, Niangniang, suddenly ran away with the boy surnamed Zhang, which was a very sensational matter, and the abbot and uncle must have heard about it. ”

Kong Wen said, "Yes, I have heard of this. ”

Yuan Zhen said: "Under the county lord's mother, there is a powerful subordinate called Kutoutuo, and the two uncles must have seen it in Wan'an Temple. ”

Kong Zhi in the tower of Wan'an Temple, once suffered the humiliation of the bitter head, there is no way to resist, at this time there is still residual anger, said: "Hmph, the big thing here, I want to go to the capital again, find the bitter head to meet." ”

Yuan Zhen: "Do the two uncles know who this head is?"

Kong Zhi: "This Kutouta knows a lot, but he can't see his way. ”

Yuan Zhen: "Kutoutuo is Fan Yao, the right envoy of the Demon Sect. ”

Kong Wen and Kong Zhi said in unison, "Is this true?"

"Yuan Zhenyan dares to deceive his uncle? If he dares to come to this temple during the Duanyang Festival, the two uncles will know it at first sight. ”

Kong Zhi groaned: "In this way, Zhang Wuji and the county lord are indeed secretly colluding. ”

"Nine times out of ten, that's it. ”

Kongwen said: "I see that Zhang Sect Leader is loyal, it doesn't seem to be that kind of person, we can't blame a good person." ”

"Uncle Mingjian, the abbot, as the saying goes, knows the face but doesn't know the heart, that Xie Xun is one of the four great protectors of the Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect will desperately try to save each other, and when it comes to the Lion Slaughter Conference, everything will be known. ”

Then the three of them discussed how to receive guests, how to resist the enemy from robbing Xie Xun, and calculated which good players in each sect were. Yuan Zhen tried to provoke the factions to fight with each other, and after waiting for all factions to be injured, the Shaolin faction came forward to reap the benefits of Bian Zhuang's assassination of the tiger, suppressed the factions, and justifiably took charge of the dragon slaying knife, and killed Xie Xun to pay tribute to Kongjian. Kongwen is solemn, not only does he not want to hurt people's lives and offend his fellow martial artists, but he also seems to dare not insult Mingjiao.

Kong Zhi seemed to have two intentions, and said: "The first important thing, to put it mildly, is how to force Xie Xun to reveal the location of the dragon slaying knife before the Duanyang Festival, otherwise this lion slaughtering conference will become silent, but it will reduce the prestige of this faction." ”

Kong Wen said: "What the senior brother said is extremely true, we need to raise our sword in the meeting, saying that this dragon slaying sword of the supreme martial arts has been under the control of this faction, and at that time, this faction will command the world, then we will not dare to disobey." ”

Sora Chi said, "Okay, that's it. Yuanzhen, you try to talk to Xie Xun again, persuade him to hand over the sword, and we will spare his life. ”

Yuan Zhen said: "Yes, follow the orders of the two uncles." Yuan Zhen walked out.

Zhang Wuji was overjoyed, and held his breath for the moment, only to see Yuanzhen walking north, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and the torrential rain hit the umbrella with a gurgling sound. Zhang Wuji waited for him to walk out of the ten zhang, and followed him with a slight step. Under the heavy rain, the inspection on the top of the temple and everywhere was much looser, and Zhang Wuji followed all the way with the corner of the wall and the trunk of the tree as a cover.

Seeing Yuan Zhen jumping out of the wall behind the temple, he thought: "It turns out that the golden lion king is imprisoned outside the temple, no wonder there is no trace in the temple." ”

He didn't dare to jump out of the wall openly, so he leaned close to the wall, slowly climbed up, reached the top of the wall, and waited for the monks patrolling outside the wall to pass by, and then jumped down. In the rain line, I saw that the top of the umbrella of Yuanzhen was already a hundred zhang away from the north of the temple, turned back to the left, walked towards a small peak, and then quickly climbed to the peak. Yuan Zhen's skills are nimble, and I saw that when he went up the mountain, the umbrella never swayed, and it rose up, as if someone had hoisted him up with a long rope.

Zhang Wuji walked quickly to the foot of the mountain, and was about to go up the peak, when he suddenly saw a white light flashing next to the mountain road, and someone was holding on to the blade and ambushing. He hurriedly stopped, and after a while, four people rushed out of the bushes, three in front of one and one behind, and ran towards the peak. Seeing that there were only a few pine trees on the top of the peak, and there were no houses, I didn't know where Xie Xun was imprisoned, and when I saw that there was no one around, I also followed the peak.

The footsteps of the four people in front of him were very fast, and he quickened his pace and chased after the four people who were only about twenty feet away. In the darkness, I could vaguely see that one of them was a woman, and the three men were dressed in vulgar clothes, thinking: "Most of these four people are also here to embarrass the golden lion king, let them fight with Yuan Zhen first, and I won't be busy interfering." ”

When they reached the peak, the four of them ran faster, and he suddenly recognized the figures of two of them: "Ah, that's He Taichong and Ban Shuxian from the Kunlun faction." ”

Suddenly hearing a long howl from Yuanzhen, he turned around and rushed down the mountain. Zhang Wuji immediately hid in the grass next to him, crawled on the ground, and moved a few feet to the left, only to hear the intersection of blades, a sonorous sound, Yuan Zhen had already made a move with the comer. From the sound of the blade striding, it should be two people dealing with Yuan Zhen alone.