Early morning.

As soon as the day dawned, the monks of Shaolin Temple began their life for a day, practicing martial arts and chanting scriptures, the sound was so leisurely that it spread out and startled the birds in the mountains and forests, and it sounded so lively.

In the wing room at the back of Shaolin Temple, Wisdom got dressed and ran out of his wing room and walked towards the wing room at the end. Along the way, the Shaolin monks stopped and folded their hands towards her respectfully luggage, and the Shaolin Temple already knew her identity during this time, and no one dared to slack off on this little point that was one of the four great monks.

When I came to the very end, I saw that the door of the wing room was still tightly closed. This is also the only room in the entire Shaolin Temple where the door is still closed at this point, and the wisdom does not say a word, and the little hand slams the door hard.

"A-dark, get up! Get up! Maybe there's news today, so go check it out! ”

In the wing, Dongfang Weiming struggled for a while, and finally lost under this deadly series of knocks on the door, and straightened up with a sleepy-eyed look.

"I kind of know why no one wants to live in the Shaolin Temple, who can sleep in the same excitement as the vegetable market in the morning. Don't they all say that Buddhism is pure, how do you know the monks who are more noisy than the other..."

He complained as he stood up, rubbed his hair, walked to the door and opened it. As soon as the door opened, Wisdom rushed in from outside the wing, and when he saw Dongfang Weiming's appearance, he pouted and said, "Ah Dark, why don't you wake up every morning." The eldest sister said that people who practice martial arts are the most energetic, and you are like a young master who has been hollowed out by wine in the world. ”

Dongfang Weiming looked at the newly bright sky outside the door, and immediately smiled bitterly, thinking that I might be this biological clock in another forty or fifty years.

Under the supervision of Wisdom, he got dressed and washed, followed Wisdom out of the wing room, and looked at the little little point who was walking quickly in front of him, Dongfang Weiming suddenly remembered Richard who was far away in Dadu.

"I don't know how the boss is now, I heard that Si Hanfei and Emperor Yu in front of Wan'an Temple and the old Panchen Eight Masters of Tantra had a big fight, I hope the identity of the boss has not been revealed."

Walking out of the Shaolin Temple and going down the mountain road all the way to the foot of the mountain, Dongfang Weiming glanced left and right, and finally his eyes fell on a tree in the forest.

I saw that the trunk of this tree was carved with a dark pattern, which was a little difficult to find if you didn't look closely. However, Dongfang Weiming recognized this pattern at a glance - the logo of the Blue Dragon Society!

Ignoring the shouts of wisdom behind him, Dongfang Weiming walked to the tree and carefully examined the sign, interpreting the information contained in the sign according to the method given to him by Richard before leaving. After a while, he jumped to his feet, and suddenly jumped on the branches, jumping from branch to branch, as if looking for something.

Seeing Dongfang Weiming like this, Zhizhi's heart moved, and he stood under the tree and raised his head to Dongfang Weiming and said loudly: "Ah Dark, is there any news!" ”

Dongfang Weiming did not answer her, and after searching the tree for a long time, he finally found a thick letter in a bird's nest at the top of the tree.

With a happy look on his face, he took the letter in his hand and jumped off the branch. Back on the ground, Wisdom eagerly took the letter from his hand and opened it. When she unfolded the contents of the letter, her expression immediately became extremely excited, "This is the map of Wan'an Temple, Ah Dark, let's go up the mountain to find Senior Brother Kongwen!" ”

Half an hour later, in a remote Buddha hall in Shaolin Temple.

On the ground in front of the Buddha statue are three maps, namely the map of Wan'an Temple, which I just got my hands on, as well as the map of Dadu and the map of the whole territory of Mongolia.

The map of Mongolia is marked with three routes, all starting from Dadu and ending at Dasui. There are many more routes in the Dadu map next to the map of Mongolia, but if you look closely, you will see that after following these routes out of the city, you will enter one of the three routes on the map of Mongolia.

Dongfang Weiming lay on the ground and compared the map of Wan'an Temple for a long time, and finally stood up and said: "Abbot Kongwen, according to the map of Wan'an Temple sent back by the boss, I think we can use this route to sneak into Wan'an Temple and save the monks of Central Plains Buddhism." Then leave Dadu from this route. ”

As he spoke, he successively compared one of the routes on the map of Wan'an Temple and the map of Dadu.

"Most of the capital must be full of tantric eyes and ears, and we will only have to fight it out at that time. After leaving Dadu and throwing off the enemy for the first time, our troops divided into two routes, all the way down to the border of the Great Sui. The other way to go here, go to Western Xia and then back to Dasui. ”

Wisdom and vanity were shocked at the same time, and the two of them looked at the two routes that were almost ninety degrees in the unclear east on the map of Mongolia, and at the same time understood his intentions.

Dongfang is not clear, which means that this is equivalent to letting the people and horses heading towards the border of the Great Sui attract attention, so as to protect the other way.

Wisdom bit his lip and said with some hesitation: "But in this way, wouldn't it be to save people and kill many people." ”

"It's inevitable."

The abbot said softly: "But even if hundreds of thousands of people are sacrificed and only one person is saved, then it is still necessary to save it." Buddhism in the Central Plains is not as monolithic as Tantra, and at such times, the mind cannot be dispersed. ”

Kongwen called many senior monks in the Shaolin Temple, and everyone discussed in this Buddha hall for three days and three nights, and finally discussed a plan that could withstand scrutiny and was relatively perfect.

"Please, the Qinglong will send this plan to the hands of Ximen Melon, the Eastern Donor, and the next thing is up to you."

"Abbot, please rest assured, I will do my best."

Dongfang Weiming nodded solemnly, turned around and left the Buddha hall, and went to the post station to prepare to teleport to the guild residences and negotiate with those guild leaders.

On the way out of Mongolia, a large number of people are needed to pick up the player, and at this time, players who are not afraid of death and can be resurrected are undoubtedly the best choice.

At the same time, inside the Mongolian imperial palace.

"Meng Hanfei, come here."

Si Hanfei walked back to the palace from outside the palace with a gloomy face, beckoned to Richard on the side, and said, "I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to listen to first." ”

Richard was stunned for a moment, what other good news and bad news can there be in this Mongolian palace, is it possible to say that the Eighth Master Ba is dead, and you Sihan Fei is thin?

He opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Emperor, what is the good news?" ”

"Your parents have found it."

？？？？

TF？？？

Richard looked confused, where did I rely on my parents, no, it's a bit of a problem, it should be said that I am where I came from in this world, Tianze Village is just a village called this name I saw on the road when I came, so I borrowed it casually.

What else can you find if you don't have a person? I rely on the emperor, aren't you kidding me!

Richard squeezed out a smile and said, "That... And what about the bad news? ”

"Your parents are now in tantric hands."

(End of chapter)