The Shaolin abbot Zhikong took the rest of the seven monks and finished the ritual with the Five Elements Gate. Only then did he slowly turn around and look at the masked men surrounding the valley mouth. The expression between the eyebrows was solemn, and he said with a dignified demeanor: "Amitabha, you have come here for thousands of miles, but you have been ordered by your lord?"

The green-robed guest who was the leader of the Shaolin Eight Monks appeared, and he didn't seem to take the person to heart, and always stood leisurely. Now when he heard this, his face changed slightly, and he squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Oh, this is not bad, could it be that you, a monk, know the origin of our waiting? In this case, you must be very clear, it is better not to wade into this muddy water!"

Zen Master Zhikong clasped his hands together and said slowly: "Although the donor refuses to show his face, the old man and the seven junior disciples are entrusted by others, and they know more or less about the origin of your Tanyue. But my lord may have changed his mind, so I will wait until I get to the head and let me know. lest the sword kill and fall into the water. ”

The look in the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi was different, and he suddenly raised his head and said coldly: "How can there be jokes about the orders of the Lord that we are serving! What kind of person is this seat, and how can I listen to the false words and deception of you, a monk! If you eight irrelevant people stay here, don't blame me for not being affectionate with these brothers under my command!"

Abbot Zhikong shook his head and sighed lightly: "Tan Yue's murderous aura has entered the Demon Dao, which is a great violation of the true nature of good intentions. You have slaughtered thousands of lives over the years, and today you have created a bloody and sinful karma for a little wealth outside of your body. Aren't you afraid that one day you will swallow the bitter fruit and fall into a state of no return?"

The Tsing Yi guest was slightly stunned for a long time when he heard this, his eyes were cold, and his eyes were full of anger, and he sneered: "Who can be bluffed by such nonsense and heresy! Let me ask you, is the Shaolin faction going to intervene today and solicit this matter to himself?"

Zen Master Zhikong looked solemn, and said slowly word by word: "The old man is here to say good words, and I respectfully advise the layman to be calm and not to be impatient. In a little time, things may turn around, and a bloody disaster can be averted. But if Tan Yue is driven by greed, he must do it now. Although the poor monk and a few junior disciples are old and weak, they are not willing to stand idly by!"

When Liu Shaoyang heard this, he was full of doubts in his heart, and couldn't help but think: "Look at the meaning of the 'Eight Great Monks', it seems that friends are not enemies, but now they are entrusted by others to protect my Five Elements Gate back and forth." It's just that I don't know who instructed the Shaolin faction to come here today? Who is the master in the mouth of this group of masked guests?"

He was suddenly aware that there must be an astonishing secret hidden in it. Everything planned by the heroes of the Five Elements Sect seems to be in the hands of others. Maybe it's like you've entered it, and it's hard to escape the palm, and you're still unaware.

Liu Shaoyang thought of this in his heart, and he didn't feel cold sweat on his back. But when I thought about it, I felt confused. It's like looking at flowers in the fog, and I really don't understand.

At this moment, the Qingyi guest in the field tightened his eyebrows, and the fierce intent in his eyes was immediately sheng, and he laughed in a dark voice: "Since the Shaolin faction refuses to stay out of the matter, this seat will be offended! I have been yearning for the magic skills of your sect for a long time, and today I will not rely on more for the time being, so I will come to learn the high tricks of the Shaolin abbot!"

When he said this, it was clear that he wanted to compete with Abbot Zhikong alone. The eight monks of Shaolin are all advanced people, and they are self-respecting to the rules of the rivers and lakes. Hearing that this Tsing Yi guest wanted to confirm his martial arts, the other seven people immediately lowered their Buddha horns and took a few steps back.

Zen Master Zhikong raised his palms and replied in a solemn voice: "Good, good! The original intention of our practice of martial arts when we escaped into the empty gate was only to strengthen the body and subdue the demons and confirm the supreme Dharma. At all times, we should have compassion in our hearts to help the world and benefit all sentient beings. Fighting fiercely on the rivers and lakes, fighting with their lives, that is very different from the original intention of the poor monks. Therefore, it is not a last resort, and I will never dare to start the idea of fighting!"

The man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly a few times, and his body in the ground was like electricity, flashing forward. The folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, and then suddenly waved horizontally. A cold glow swept out several feet, and hit the figure of Zen Master Zhikong first!

Liu Shaoyang, who was on the sidelines, had seen it clearly, and knew that the blow of the folding fan in the hand of the green-shirted guest was really powerful in breaking stone and wood. It was awe-inspiring and cold, and my heart couldn't help but tighten.

But seeing that the abbot of Zhikong sighed, his eyes were like Vajra Arhats, and his gods were majestic. The palms of the hands are closed, and the arms are spread horizontally. The monk's robe and robe he was wearing, as if riding the wind and resisting the air, stirred up the floating waves, and a layer of golden light appeared in front of him.

Lu Zitong next to him has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time and understands it. His expression was slightly surprised, and he blurted out a low voice: "What a 'King Kong does not damage the body divine skill', the great monk is really good!"

The crowd on the sidelines was shocked, only to hear a "wave" roar. The cold aura blade of the green shirt turned into a cold blade, and under the collision of the golden light around the abbot of Zhikong, both of them dissipated in an instant. The Tsing Yi guest made a move, and the momentum of the forward rush was suddenly blocked. The figure turned and swayed sideways, sweeping away. On the other side, the abbot of Zhikong shook his shoulders slightly, and took a step back to stand still.

The figure of the Tsing Yi man turned over, and his feet fell to the ground. He raised his head and looked at the sky, and said lukewarmly: "The martial arts of the Shaolin School are not in vain. With the strength of one person, this seat will never be able to pick the eight great monks of your faction. Today's situation is compelling, and it is timeless. Since the masters blindly block it, don't blame me for breaking the rules of the rivers and lakes!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved a fan, and more than 100 masked men behind him shouted in unison. There was a choking sound, and the sword unsheathed, and suddenly it was divided into several teams and scattered. From all sides of the place where the Shaolin Eight Monks and the Five Elements Gate were located, the sword and sword slowly surrounded the general.

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