The monks of Shaolin Temple are coming.

Don't say that.

Xue Ling hadn't heard a little wind before, but in the early morning of the next morning, he heard a commotion in the streets of Los Angeles.

In the noise, the Buddha trumpet, Amitabha.

Xue Ling looked at the ceiling in front of him, sighed, and then got up slowly, washed briefly, and then went out to see those Shaolin masters.

Yesterday, Xue Ling and Fang Bei actually talked about some things, and the focus of the conversation was about the Dragon Boat Festival.

In fact, the Dragon Boat Festival is still harmless to humans and animals in front of his trotting hall in the Xiao Soul Inn.

Since He Ping began to chant the Dragon Boat Festival, the Dragon Boat Festival has become more and more elusive.

Although in normal times, this boy who jumps with double ponytails and looks like Meng Lori is still shuttling around the inn to deliver food, sometimes calling his brother and sister sweetly, and the sweet person almost flows into his heart.

But more often, the Dragon Boat Festival usually spends more and more time chanting in the room.

Occasionally, Xue Ling would even worry that if the Dragon Boat Festival continued like this, he would regain the memories that had been forgotten.

But Fang Bei told Huo Ying not to worry.

Because - the Dragon Boat Festival is smarter than they think.

Xue Ling didn't know what Fang Bei meant by this, but Fang Bei said don't worry, so there really wasn't to worry.

And now, I don't go to Shaolin Temple, but Shaolin Temple has come to Los Angeles.

The Xiao Soul Inn now has the ashes of the empty monk, and the disciple of the empty enlightenment, whose original name is Shi Ran, and the little monk who is now known as the Dragon Boat Festival, Xue Ling is also practicing the magic of King Kong, and the Buddha's relics are in the belly of the Dragon Boat Festival.

In short, no matter what, I am still panicked.

Fang Bei still has an agreement with the Kongwu monk in his hand to exchange the ashes of the Kongwu monk for any Shaolin 72 stunts.

After all, the current grading standards for Shaolin 72 stunts are basically no green martial arts, most of them are blue martial arts, and a small amount of purple martial arts, no matter which one you go for, you will not lose.

Especially when Fang Bei's current internal skills are taking the path of three or five divine skills, if you look at one more martial arts that Fang Bei has never understood, this young man's kung fu will be stronger.

But even so, Fang Bei never moved his mind to go to Shaolin Temple.

And this time Shaolin Temple came to Los Angeles to lead the team of monks is the junior brother of Kongwu, the empty cicada monk with the law name of the empty cicada, because he has not walked down the mountain for decades, so even he is good at martial arts is not clear, the only thing that is certain is that the Shaolin Temple will definitely not send any three-legged cat to deal with the major crisis of Ning Huan to Luo.

Especially after Ning Huan had just broken through Shang Li's interception.

At this time, the originally bustling streets of Los Angeles were already a little empty at this time - the officers and soldiers blocked both sides of the road, as if it was a quiet street necessary for the officials to go on patrol, but at this time, it was the Shaolin monks who were welcomed.

Xue Ling stood on the high ground of the Xiao Soul Inn, quietly watching the yellow-clothed monk who came from afar.

Not much, only nine.

The monk at the head is barefoot in yellow clothes, with nine ring scars on his head, his face is clear, his steps are brisk, one hand is folded, and a string of sandalwood Buddha beads is hung on his hand, while turning, while chanting Buddhist scriptures and Buddha numbers, while the eight disciples behind him are whispering and repeating the humming of the head monk, which coincides with each other and vibrates, it is really like singing.

The people around him knelt down to the Buddhist monks, and they didn't dare to get up.

Fang Bei sighed softly.

"Why sigh?" Xue Ling looked back at Fang Bei.

Shang Jiuge has already gone to the ring, last night's incident did not affect the kendo girl much, and the original martial arts tournament has now been officially stamped as a young hero club, and nine large and small rings have been set up in Liulinpo overnight, which seems to be more powerful, and the heroes of the world are also pouring towards Los Angeles.

It can only be said that the city of Los Angeles has not been so lively for hundreds of years.

"Because he doesn't know martial arts." Fang Bei said.

Xue Ling was stunned.

She looked down at the majestic Master of the Empty Cicada again, and couldn't see anything at all.

"Isn't he from the Shaolin Temple?" Xue Ling could only say a little dryly.

Where in Shaolin Temple will there be monks who don't know martial arts?

"But he really won't, he can only chant the scriptures." Fang Bei said lightly: "The eight monks he brought can form a vajra demon array, maybe that's why Shaolin Temple sent him." ”

Xue Ling was not surprised at all that Fang Bei could tell the origin of others at a glance, but she was still very incredible, this Empty Cicada Master, as the junior disciple of Abbot Kong Ming, did not know martial arts.

Especially if you don't know martial arts, what kind of excitement do you have to go down the mountain?

Fang Bei glanced at Xue Ling quietly, and then said softly: "Of course, it's because of empty enlightenment." ”

"Empty Enlightenment?" Hearing this name, Xue Ling was still a little stunned, Kongwu, as an important monk in the top ranking of Shaolin Temple, mysteriously disappeared near Los Angeles, the relics disappeared, and even his own body was not kept, Shaolin Temple has not moved for so long, it is a little suspicious.

But taking advantage of the opportunity of the Luo sect demon to invade the Central Plains, the Shaolin Temple was invited by the six doors to send people down the mountain to Los Angeles to protect the territory and the people, stabilize the martial arts, everything is fine, by the way, you can investigate the cause of death of the empty monk, but why would you send an empty cicada who does not know martial arts down the mountain?

This made Xue Ling feel a little puzzled.

"I don't think I know." It's very rare for Fang Bei to admit that he doesn't know.

Then he smiled: "But if you can't think of things clearly, just wait and see." ”

Saying this, Fang Bei looked not far away: "Look, isn't there someone coming here?" ”

Fang Bei's voice fell, and he saw someone coming from the top of a tall building in the distance, dressed in white, just like a swan with wings gliding in the air, in the exclamation of the surrounding people, he landed in the middle of the road safely, only to see that the person looked no more than thirty years old, wearing a white Confucian robe, the clothes fluttered, the whole person shook the folding fan lightly, and looked at the yellow-clothed monk in front of him calmly: "Dare to ask the master, but is he an invincible empty cicada monk?" ”

"The monks don't dare to be, they don't dare to be the debaters, and the monks don't speak." The empty cicada folded his hands together, sang the praises of Amitabha, and looked at the white-clothed scribe in front of him: "Lao Gao is just a small novice who serves the Buddha. ”

"Dare to ask who the donor is?"

"Why are you stopping here?"

The white-clothed scribe folded his fan and shook it gently, with great interest, who is Ning Tian?

Last night, he was knocked out by Fang Beishang Jiuge, and today he chose to appear in Los Angeles, and came to the Shaolin Temple in front of the team of monks who had just arrived, and his confidence and arrogance can be seen.

"In Xia Ningtian." Ning Tian said simply: "I have been obsessed with martial arts for a long time, and today I have to see a senior monk, and my heart is itching, and I also ask the senior monk to give advice." ”

Saying this, Ning Tian closed the folding fan, used the fan as a sword, and stabbed straight towards the chest of the empty cicada.

There was another burst of exclamations around them in an instant.