He didn't know that these things were really not ordered by Emperor Huizong of the Great Yuan Dynasty, but were all arranged by the girl surnamed Zhao who met in Luliuzhuang. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Now Zhang Wuji's feelings about Zhao Min are also complicated, the world has changed because of him, and Zhao Min's methods have also changed, which is more direct and violent than in the original book, and it is already a situation of a showdown.

What he doesn't know is what kind of despair the father and daughter of King Ruyang are now in because of the name Zhang Wuji, everything is only because of an accident and a misunderstanding to the extreme, all of this is because of him in the final analysis, which he never expected.

"Master." Hou Cheng and others walked over.

"Send someone down the mountain and bring 500 people up, and search the temple carefully. Collect the corpses and burn them, in this kind of weather, there will be a plague, and Shaolin can't just collapse. Zhang Wuji immediately made arrangements.

Hou Cheng immediately sent a man to run down the mountain, and assigned the rest of the brothers to start collecting the corpses in the temple, and he himself took a brother to follow the sect leader.

Zhang Wuji walked in the direction of the front door, followed the route in his memory, came to a large hall with the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and walked in.

The hall is very high and spacious, enough to accommodate two or three hundred monks to do their homework here at the same time, the original solemn and solemn Daxiong Treasure Hall looks very messy at the moment, there are still a few corpses on the ground that have not had time to be taken away, and the gilded Buddha body has also been damaged.

Zhang Wuji walked towards the eighteen Arhats, his divine sense had already wrapped the eighteen Arhats tightly, these Arhats had really been moved as in the book, it seemed that the Light Right Envoy of the Holy Sect still appeared as scheduled in the book, this is a tough-hearted, brave and vicious person, loyal to the Holy Sect, can be called a masterpiece.

Wei Yixiao followed the sect leader into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and saw the sect leader looking around, and then walked towards the eighteen arhats, staring at these arhats.

Itching, he finally asked, "Sect Master, what's wrong with these Buddha statues?" "Because he really didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"Bat King, you are also a congenital master, you must pay attention to exercising your mental power, otherwise, the road behind will be very difficult." Zhang Wuji didn't reply, and replied to what he asked.

Wei Yi smirked awkwardly and said, "What the sect leader said is that his subordinates must keep it in mind. ”

But I saw Zhang Wuji swinging his right palm towards the left foot of an arhat, and he was thinking about the meaning of the sect leader's move, but when he saw that the arhat was shot, he suddenly moved, turned half a circle, and became face inward and back forward.

It turned out that Zhang Wuji's palm was soft, Wei Yixiao couldn't help but be secretly frightened, looking at the Buddha statue that was more than a foot high, he secretly wanted to go by himself, he must not be so free.

Suddenly, Wei Yixiao found that the back of the Arhat was engraved with a big "Ming" character, and as soon as he moved, he arrived in front of the Buddha statue, which was even clearer, and there was indeed a big character engraved there, which should be carved out with a sharp blade of a sword, up to a few inches deep.

"How can there be words on this Arhat's back?" Wei Yi smiled and looked at Zhang Wuji with a ghostly expression, and that expression was clearly asking how do you know.

Zhang Wuji glanced at him lightly and said, "There are also seventeen Arhat statues, hard work Bat King." ”

Wei Yixiao looked stunned, and floated towards the Arhat statue, smiling bitterly in his heart, this sect leader is good at everything, but it is too shocking, and the dignified Holy Sect Protector Dharma King has become a porter with him.

When he arrived at an Arhat statue, he also waved his right palm towards its left foot, and his palm was shocked and numb, and the base of the Arhat statue made an ugly rattling sound, and slowly turned up, fortunately, it turned around.

Wei Yixiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and when he looked up, a big word "teaching" came into view, well, isn't this the word Mingjiao? Wei Yixiao felt a big bad feeling in his heart, and hurriedly rushed forward, regardless of whether it sounded good or not, whether it looked good or not, he slapped the left foot of an Arhat statue with one palm, and the left foot of the Arhat statue was instantly smashed in half, but its body finally moved, turning one hundred and eighty degrees.

Wei Yi smiled and floated away for a while, and slapped fifteen palms again, and the eighteen Arhat statues were completely turned around. Wei Yixiao stood half a step behind Zhang Wuji's left and looked forward. I saw 18 Arhat statues lined up, and sixteen big characters from right to left appeared in front of me: "First punish Shaolin, and then destroy Wudang, but I am Mingjiao, and Wulin is the king!" ”

"The Tartar is too insidious, he blames my Holy Sect like this, if people know about it, this black cauldron can be unjustly killed." Wei Yixiao was furious on the spot, and stomped his feet angrily.

Is it still the same as before? For some reason, Zhang Wuji felt a little disappointed in his heart.

"Huh? If you want to blame the blame, why did you carry the Buddha statue again? Wei Yixiao reacted in time, why are these Buddha statues so awkward.

"Don't think about it, Mingjiao has been preaching for so many years, even if there are one or two pro-Ming people in the Tartar camp, it is very normal, there should be someone who sympathizes with us and helps us. Find someone to deal with these words, Wudang is in danger, we have to rush over immediately. Zhang Wuji turned around and walked out.

"This person is very kind, if I let me know who it is, my old Wei will definitely thank him." Wei Yi smiled and nodded, and followed.

Zhang Wuji had just walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall when he suddenly remembered something and said, "Where is the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion?" Let's take a look. ”

Wei Yixiao's eyes lit up, and he said, "This subordinate doesn't know, but now the entire Shaolin is under our feet, and it is not difficult to find it." ”

After that, he pulled himself on the roof of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and flashed out.

Zhang Wuji said: "Hou Cheng, here you quickly arrange someone to do it, and follow me to Wudang Mountain in a while." ”

"Obey the Lord's orders." Hou Cheng bowed and said loudly.

Zhang Wuji's divine sense spread out unreservedly to the surroundings, and his body suddenly rose from the ground, stepping on the eaves, looking around.

After a while, "Master, here." Wei Yixiao's voice came.

After Zhang Wuji heard his voice, he rushed in his direction, and rushed to a slightly delicate courtyard in a few breaths, the famous Shaolin Scripture Pavilion is just a three-story building, and there is a plaque of the Scripture Pavilion hanging on the door, but the plaque has been crooked.

Zhang Wuji's heart was not good, he didn't stop, and went directly into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, what's the matter, he couldn't help but scold his mother in his heart, the Tartar is really ruthless, Zhang Wuji believes that the monks of Shaolin can't help but scold their mother when they see such a Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.