"Who?" The male voice in the room shouted, and the little monk was about to rush in to fight with the guy as soon as he heard it, Chen Jingshu hurriedly covered his mouth and hid behind the window, and after a while, the man said: "Maybe it's really me who is suspicious, after all, the Shaolin Temple is not far away, it's better to be careful." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Just when the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly a cold light came from behind them, and a bright dagger suddenly rested on Chen Jingshu's neck. Yankong found that one person suddenly went around behind the two, and the other person also appeared in front, and he smiled: "It turned out to be a little girl and a little monk!" The man's voice was the same as the male voice in the room just now.

Yankong saw that the man was wearing an iron fist in his hand, which was dark and swarthy, but it was different from the ordinary iron fist, giving people a very special appearance. Yankong didn't care so much, and rushed towards the man with the palm of the god in his hand. "Little monk..."Chen Jingshu couldn't help but remind, but the dagger around his neck tightened.

Yankong flew up in the air, and a palm went straight to his head, this move is called the five-fingered monkey in the palm of the god of Rulai, which was supposed to jump up and suppress the enemy from the sky, but Yankong's short stature jumped just to the height of the person's head, so this move went straight to the enemy's head. The man with the iron fist didn't expect the little monk to attack with a wave of his palm, and his face showed surprise. I saw him punch straight up to the small palm in the air. Although Yankong is bold and reckless, he is not stupid. The person in front of him was tall and strong, and he was not an opponent because he fought for internal strength, so he turned his palm into a grasp, grabbed the man's wrist, and kicked the man's chest with his body. The iron-fisted man didn't move, and said, "Little monk, if you want to defeat me, you have to go back and eat for a few years." Then the iron fist smashed into the little monk with a thousand momentum, and Yan jumped down from the man to avoid the iron fist. Iron Fist followed up with another punch, and dodged a backflip in the air, and the one on the ground was smashed out of a mud pit by Iron Fist.

Yan Kongxin said: "If you are really punched by this guy, I am afraid that I will be seriously injured." So he had to distance himself.

"Oops, this set of equipment just arrived, and I didn't control the strength well. I'm not embarrassed to make such a big move. The man chuckled, as if proud of the power of his fist.

Yan Kongxin said: "This person is so strong, I don't think it's fast, I went around the back to attack him, I think I should be able to succeed." Just as he was about to make a move, the man with the iron fist suddenly looked at another man who was kidnapping Chen Jingshu and said, "What? You say he is the abbot's personal disciple? ”

Yankong was even more surprised, the man obviously didn't speak, and only one person was heard in the room just now. Could it be the art of sound transmission? Looking at the other man, he was in his early twenties, but those eyes stretched out to determine that he was the same person that night.

The iron-fisted man said: "Since this is the case, then I will serve this little monk well." As he spoke, he rushed over to grab Yankong, who rolled forward and drilled under the crotch of the man with the iron fist, and then jumped up and slapped the man's back of the heart. However, the man with the iron fist was not as sluggish as Yankong imagined, only to see him turn around gorgeously, and the iron fist tightly pinched Yankong's wrist, and Yankong was lifted up by the man. "I said that this little monk is only so big, but his martial arts are good, if your abbot master knows that you have an accident, I don't know if he will jump up in a hurry, the old monk is so anxious to jump up that it is really beautiful." The man teased. Yankong shouted: "Let go of me, let go of me, my feet are constantly kicking in the air, but my strength and body are too small and useless." The man with the iron fist looked at the young man again and said, "Okay, don't be verbose, I'll lock them up!" ”

Jiang Yun practiced profusely in the cave, but he didn't make much progress, just like a calligraphy master, the master's calligraphy was drunk in one stroke, but the novices could only slowly engrave word by word. Therefore, the more words you have, the more difficult it is to drink them in one go, and it is precisely in this way that there is a gap between masters and novices. Therefore, Jiang Yun can only take three steps at most when practicing eight steps, and then either the internal force cannot keep up or the footwork is disordered. I always feel that I can't go up even if I try my best. However, the Funeral Sutra didn't care about how well Jiang Yun's footwork was practiced, and Jiang Yun couldn't interrupt the meditation of the Funeral Sutra out loud, and finally Jiang Yun was close to prostration, lying on the ground. At this time, the funeral scripture opened his eyes and said, "What time is it?" ”

Jiang Yun didn't have anything to say, looking at the gap in the floor slab, there was no light coming down, and said, "It's already dark outside." ”

"It should be time." The funeral scripture muttered, and as he spoke, he stood up and said to Jiang Yun: "You can't practice today, take a rest." ”

Jiang Yunzheng had this intention, and when he heard the funeral scripture say this, he was going to lie down directly. Who knew that the funeral scripture said: "Get up, who told you to lie here?!" "Don't say much about the funeral scriptures, mention Jiang Yun and go to the scripture pavilion, and when the hole is closed, the dark grid carries Jiang Yun to the top beam. Jiang Yun was tired and half dead, but now he was scared half to death when he went to the high beam. This time, the funeral scripture did not put a foot rope on him and said: "If you want to sleep, you can sleep here." ”

"Won't this fall when you sleep?" Jiang Yun couldn't help but ask. "It's only a few dozen feet high here, and people who practice martial arts will not fall but break their heads and bleed, it's not a big deal." As he spoke, he lay down on the beam with his side on his side. Jiang Yun dared to sleep on this, so he had to lie on the beam to take a nap. After a while, it was too uncomfortable, and Jiang Yun couldn't help but sit up. If it weren't for his hand tightly pulling on the beam, he was afraid that he would fall down. can't practice martial arts, and can't rest, Jiang Yun really can't stand it. Then he asked out loud: "Senior, why do you want to keep me?" We've never seen each other, why did you keep me in this scripture pavilion? Jiang Yun didn't say that the funeral scripture would help him, but said that he stayed because he really didn't know whether the funeral scripture really wanted to help him.

"Do you really want to know?" The funeral scripture turned his back to Jiang Yun and asked gently.

"Well, and it seems that the words I saw my predecessors staying on the stone wall also have a deep meaning, and I want to know too." Jiang Yun nodded.

The funeral scripture sat up and said, "It's okay to tell you, but you have to promise me a condition, I once promised someone a request to guard the pavilion for him for eighty years, and now I have only kept it for thirty years, if I die before I keep it for eighty years, I want you to help me keep the rest." "The funeral scriptures directly state the conditions.

Jiang Yun immediately thought in his heart, seeing that he was only sixty years old at most like this, even if he asked me to come to the pavilion, it would be twenty or thirty years later, so he might as well agree. But what if you say yes but can't come? Jianghu people value love and righteousness, I promised but couldn't do it, wouldn't it be a righteous word, think about it, and said: "I think it shouldn't be a problem for my predecessors to be strong for another fifty years, but I don't know who promised you such a thing, and a person's life is no more than 80 years." Why does he want you to keep the Eighty Year Pavilion? ”

The funeral scripture muttered, "That person is my master!" Then the eyes of the funeral scriptures couldn't help but blur, and recalled the past a long time ago: "I have done thousands of evil things in my life, killed thousands of people, acted against the sky, and disobeyed orders." When the funeral scripture said this, there was a pride in his eyes, and then he revealed infinite remorse, "But the only thing I regret is that I killed the master." ”

Jiang Yun squeaked again in his heart, "What a weird master, weird apprentice, isn't it that the master wants you to guard the Eighty Year Pavilion, and you don't agree to beat your master to death in anger?" ”

The funeral scripture continued: "Thirty years ago, my master saved my life, I am a great evil person, and I will not thank him for saving my life. But he still wants to use some great Dharma to influence me, which is really stupid. The funeral scripture suddenly laughed.

There was a sense of sadness and trauma in the laughter of the funeral scriptures, Jiang Yun looked at the funeral scriptures again, and his whole person was full of sadness.

"What happened next?" Jiang Yun couldn't help but become interested in the funeral scripture and his master.

"Later?!" Fu Jing stopped laughing and said: "Later, he took the trouble to point me down, I said that I would kill him with one punch, but he said that I couldn't kill him with one punch, and said that if I punched him every time I punched, I would be asked to accompany him to guard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for ten years." Haha, does he really think that he can't die if he is reincarnated? Haha" said the funeral scripture was extremely excited, and it looked like he was crazy.

"So you punched him eight times?"

"No, it's nine punches. Haha, the old monk still couldn't hold on and was beaten to death by me. Ha ha! Speaking of this, the burial scripture suddenly burst out laughing, and his laughter echoed throughout the Scripture Pavilion. Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly, "No, Master, it's me, it's me who killed you, it's me who kills you?" Master. I saw him holding his head and shouting in pain.

"Senpai, are you alright?" Where did Jiang Yun think that there was such a variable, this strange uncle turned out to be a madman.

"No, it's me. Ha ha...... It's me? The funeral scripture kept repeating, and at this moment he fainted with a pain in his head, and the whole person fell down!