"By the way, Brother Niu, what is your task?"

At this time, Dongfang Weiming also asked.

Since they are friends and they are doing tasks together, it is natural to ask each other about the content of the task and try to avoid crashes.

"I'm looking for someone from the sacred mountain!"

Wang Yuan said truthfully.

"The ...... of the Sacred Mountain"

Dongfang Weiming said: "As far as I know, although this person is not a bad person, he can be narrow-minded, and he has a grudge against Shaolin Temple, you have to be careful." ”

"I'm just looking for the scriptures of the Shaolin Temple, so he won't do it with one of my juniors." Wang Yuandao.

"That's not for sure!" The East is not clear.

"Forget it, let's go to Qingliang Temple first!"

Hearing Dongfang Weiming say this, Wang Yuan was also a little out of order in his heart.

After all, this is a task given by Xuan Ci himself, and the task given by Xuan Ci is easy to do.

However, if you come, you will be safe, and you will come, and you can't run back without entering the door, this is not Wang Yuan's character.

Wang Yuan and Dongfang Weiming talked all the way, and soon came to the gate of Qingliang Temple along the mountain road......

After revealing his identity, the guard monk took Wang Yuan and the others to the presiding meditation room.

I saw a middle-aged monk sitting in the meditation room.

That person is short in stature, his eyes are full of gods, and he is very majestic, and he is obviously the abbot of this Qingliang Temple, and the people of the rivers and lakes are called the people of the sacred mountain who descend the dragon and Arhat.

"Shaolin Temple Wang Yuan! The god catches the east of the unknown, meet the abbot of the sacred mountain! ”

Seeing a master cowardly three points is the basic rule of walking the rivers and lakes, and smart people will not pretend to be big garlic in front of NPCs.

"Yes! It turned out to be the envoy of His Majesty the Emperor! ”

Seeing Wang Yuan's second salute, the people on the sacred mountain first glanced at Dongfang Weiming, and then their eyes fell on Wang Yuan.

At the same time, Wang Yuan suddenly felt as if he had been seen through, and his whole body was cold.

"Niu Dachun! Hum! ”

The Venerable Master of the Sacred Mountain snorted coldly: "The first person in the rivers and lakes Buddhism, the star of the late stage of martial arts, and the outstanding disciple of Shaolin Temple, I don't know what you have to do in this poor and remote place of Qingliang Temple?" ”

As Dongfang Weiming expected, after the people on this sacred mountain saw Wang Yuan, their words were full of gunpowder, Qingliang Temple is also a famous temple in the world, the jungle of ten directions, as a generation of monks, he actually took the initiative to squeeze the player, and the people on this sacred mountain were really arrogant.

"Amitabha!"

Wang Yuan knew that the person on this sacred mountain was a great master at the same level as Xuan Ci, and at this time, he was in the chassis of others, so he did not dare to be too arrogant, but praised the Buddha and said: "The little monk specially ordered by the teacher to come to your temple to retrieve the scriptures of Shaolin Temple, and also asked the abbot of Shenshan to make it convenient and return the scriptures!" ”

"Why didn't Xuan Ci come, and let you, a junior, come and humiliate me?" When Kamiyama heard this, his face turned gloomy.

This monk is really sensitive in his heart, presumably caused by low self-esteem.

"How can Shaolin Temple be without an owner for a day! Please forgive the abbot of Mount Kinabalu! Wang Yuan hurriedly said.

At the same time, he secretly said in his heart: "Damn, if it weren't for the sake of not being able to beat you, Lao Tzu would have smashed you to death with a Zen stick, and when Lao Tzu took the scriptures, he would burn your Qingliang Temple with a fire!" Grass! ”

Shenshan made trouble one after another, but Wang Yuan was neither humble nor arrogant, which made Shenshan as if he had punched the air as embarrassed, and Shenshan also felt that it was not interesting to embarrass Wang Yuan, so he waved his hand and said, "You better go back!" Let Xuan Ci come to me by herself. ”

"I'm afraid not!"

Wang Yuan shook his head.

The task given by Xuan Ci is to get back the scriptures, if Shenshan refuses, the task is changed, Wang Yuan will definitely turn around and leave, too lazy to talk nonsense with this old monk, but now the task has not changed, Wang Yuan can't go back.

"As the saying goes, it's not difficult to borrow and repay!" Wang Yuan said: "The master is also a generation of monks, how can he do that thing that is borrowed but not repaid?" ”

"That's a mistake!"

Shenshan said: "Shaolin Temple is Zen, isn't it?" ”

"Yes!" Wang Yuandao.

"Qingliangji is Zen, isn't it?" Kamiyama asked again.

"Yes!"

Wang Yuan continued to nod.

Shenshan smiled: "Since they are all Zen Buddhism, then the classics of Zen Buddhism belong to the disciples of Zen Buddhism, and Lao Qu just took his own things, so how can I return them?" ”

"You ......"

Wang Yuan was stunned when he heard this.

Okay, it's not just the monks who are shameless, but the monks are definitely shameless, the old monk Xuanci is already treacherous enough, but Xuanci still has to take care of the least face, but this person on the sacred mountain is clearly shameless!

"The abbot of the sacred mountain is very reasonable, the little monk is speechless, but I don't know how many levels the abbot of the sacred mountain is?" Wang Yuan asked humbly, since you don't want to come, then you will rob Mingqiang, before Mingqiang understands the strength of the opponent, and knows that the other side can survive a hundred battles.

"Just like your master, level 145!" Shenshan said: "If I can get the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, how can my martial arts attainments stop here." ”

Speaking of this, Shenshan looked regretful and unwilling.

The people of Shenshan are very talented, and they think very highly of themselves, they want to worship Shaolin when they are young, but because of their arrogant attitude they were rejected by the abbot of Lingmen, and later became the host of Qingliang Temple, but Qingliang Temple martial arts are far inferior to Shaolin Temple, but Rao is so, Shenshan people still cultivate martial arts to the level of Xuanci.

Xuan Ci is already a once-in-a-century genius in Shaolin Temple, the talent of the people on the sacred mountain is high, and it is far better than Xuan Ci, and now when it comes to the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple, the people on the sacred mountain will sigh for a long time.

"Dio!"

Wang Yuan was shocked when he heard this, okay, level 145, nearly a hundred levels higher than himself.

With the official website data, the strength of the heads of the nine major sects is between level 120-150, level 145, which is basically the strongest combat power of the major sects.

If it was only fifty or sixty levels taller, such as a boss like Li Mochou Qu Lingfeng, Wang Yuan would be sure to call someone to beat him to death, but the gap of one hundred levels could not be filled by the number of people.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

The people on the sacred mountain said again.

"It's gone!" Wang Yuan shook his head, glanced at Dongfang Weiming and said, "It's your turn!" ”

"This official decree came to find a monk who thought he was called an idiot!" Dongfang Weiming stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Idiot?"

Shenshan sneered and said, "Lao Gao is a person outside the party, what does the mortal holy decree have to do with Lao Gao?" ”

"I ......"

This person on the sacred mountain really doesn't get in oil and salt, and like what happened to Wang Yuan, Dongfang Weiming also touched a nose of ash.

"! What the hell is this monk! "Dongfang Weiming is even more depressed than Wang Yuan.

No matter how Wang Yuan said it, he and Shenshan are also a family, Shenshan is an elder, and Wang Yuan has to listen to a few words to educate Wang Yuan, but Dongfang does not know what his identity is? The first god of the Divine Capture Division, the envoy of the Great Song Emperor, and the entire imperial court behind him, was treated like this by a monk at this time, and the mood of the East is unknown.