I saw that Xuanji was smiling, standing at the temple gate and bending down and clasping his fists: "All friends are invited, and the poor Dao and the abbot of Benxu are here to thank everyone in advance." Only listened to the people: "Xuanji Daoist, Benxu Abbot, Shaolin is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, how can the Shura cult compete with the sun and the moon with the shining fire, how can we come to help? We are just here to cheer for Shaolin, cheer for the people, and see how those cult evildoers fall under the hands of the masters." ”

Xuanji said: "Thank you for your kindness. Since ancient times, evil does not suppress righteousness, and justice is in the hearts of the people, that Shura Sect is an evil religion, and has long had the heart of dominating the martial arts, and has always regarded the Shaolin faction as a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh, so it deliberately spread rumors in the rivers and lakes, saying that Shaolin got the secret of Xuandumen, in order to disturb the hearing and hearing of martial arts friends, and then took the opportunity to isolate Shaolin and attack Shaolin in order to realize their ambition of dominating the martial arts. Everyone must not be trusted, otherwise, they will be fooled and let their plot succeed. The crowd shouted, "Yes, this is a conspiracy of the Shura Sect, and we will not be fooled." As he spoke, several more groups of people came up from the trail below. The void and the mystery came down to greet him.

Xuanji's voice said loudly: "Daoist Kunwu, Master Li, and Master Wuchen have worked hard all the way. "It turned out that the heads or elders of the Kunlun faction, the Qingcheng faction, and the Kongtong faction arrived with the people of their own sects. Xuanji was obviously very familiar with them, and kept saying hello. They also respected him equally, clasping their fists and saluting. Ben Xuan couldn't interject and became a guest.

Xuanmeng looked at the void carefully, although he greeted the visitor, his brows were furrowed from time to time, and he seemed to have a lot of worries in his heart.

How did Xuanmeng know that Ben Xuan was worried about the matter of the primordial matter. From morning to now, many people have been sent to look for him, but he has never been seen. Benxu understands that although there are many people who go up the mountain to help the boxer, in fact, most of them come for the secret of the Xuandu Gate. And what shocked him even more now was that most of the heads of the various major sects of martial arts had arrived, and it seemed that nine times out of ten it was also "Xiang Zhuang Dancing Sword, intended for secrets". At this juncture, Ben Yuan suddenly disappeared, and from morning to now, there has been no one, how not to let him be anxious. He is the only witness, if he disappears, even if he has a hundred mouths and a thousand mouths, he will not be able to explain clearly, and he will not be able to explain to his fellow martial artists in the world.

Seeing that there were more and more people going up the mountain, the sun gradually moved to the sky, and Ben Xuan asked a few monks, but he still didn't see Ben Yuan. At this time, even Benxu was a little skeptical that the secret was really in Ben Yuan's hands, he really killed two children and hid the secret as rumored in the rivers and lakes, but now he slipped away. But Ben Yuan is his junior brother, he has been with him since he was a child, and he has been with him for decades, he knows his character best, he is old-fashioned and warm-hearted, straightforward, and never harmless to people. Ren is Benxu has gone through countless winds and waves, and he can't help but panic at this time, and he has no idea.

The days in early winter are always short, the days go fast, noon has passed, and the people of the Shura sect have not yet ascended the mountain. Seeing that the shadow of the sun kept moving to the east, the heart that was hanging in the void gradually relaxed, I hope that the Shura Sect will not come today.

Many martial arts friends also began to shout, "This bullshit Shura Sect must have been a shrunken turtle and was scared." One of them said in a thick Shandong accent: "Friends, the demon of the cult will definitely not come today, and it is really hateful to cause our big guy to run away in vain." Everyone come and scold them with me to relieve their anger, okay?" "Good" and "good" There are many people who should be in harmony.

"Then everyone follow me and scold", the man shouted, "Shura thieves, if you have a seed, show up quickly, and if you don't, go home and pick up your baby eggs." The audience laughed and scolded: "Thieves of the Shura Sect, if you have a seed, come out quickly, and if you don't, go home and pick up your dollballs." There were many people, mixed with screams and giggles, which shook the entire Shaomuro Mountain.

With this laughter and scolding, everyone's nervousness that had been waiting for the Shura Sect relaxed, and some old people listened to the scolding and smiled gracefully. It's a lot easier. I saw that the person who took the lead in scolding just now was already standing on a stone at this time, but I saw that he was not tall, with a stout body, a short beard, and a mighty appearance. Someone said: "Isn't that the second owner of Tongjiazhuang in Shandong?" "Yes, he is the owner of Tong Mengtong Erzhuang, hospitable in the narrow sense, straightforward in personality, and a typical Shandong man." Someone answered.

Xuanmeng was infected by the atmosphere of the heroes, and was extremely excited, shouting with everyone. I saw that the second owner of the child Mengtong said loudly again: "Shura Sect's turtle king bastards, if you don't go up the mountain, Lao Tzu is going to copy your king's nest." The group of heroes smiled and scolded: "Shura Sect's turtle bastards, if you don't go up the mountain, Lao Tzu is going to copy your king's nest." After scolding, they all looked at Tong Meng again, waiting for him to continue scolding.

But this time I waited for a long time, but I didn't see him make a sound, but saw his original standing body slowly bend down, his face showed a look of horror, and his eyes were wide open, until he finally fell to the ground with a thud.

"Master Tong Erzhuang, what's wrong with you, is it called fork gas? Hey, no, Tong Er Zhuang Master. The crowd shouted. The people who approached stretched out their hands to help him up, but they saw that his eyes were wide open, and he was already dead of anger.

A person squeezed in front of Tong Meng from the crowd, hugged him and cried: "Second brother, second brother, what's wrong with you, who is plotting against you, are you talking?" When the heroes ascended, they were silent, and they all looked at them together, and a thought was born in their hearts: This must be the work of the Shura Sect, and the Shura Sect has already gone up the mountain and is caught in the crowd, and Tong Meng caused trouble because he took the lead in shouting and scolding.

Tong Wei put down Tong Meng's corpse and scolded loudly: "The thief of the Shura Sect, if you have a seed, you will come out, plot to hurt people, what kind of hero are you." At this time, Ben Xu, Xuanji, and Ruan Xiuwu also squeezed to Tong Wei's side, in case he was plotted again, and at the same time checked the injury.

This child was suddenly murdered, everyone was in danger, and they couldn't help but pay attention to the people around them, and the situation suddenly became chaotic. From time to time, someone asked, "Who are you, and what kind of person are you?"

At this moment, two cannons rang out at the foot of the mountain, and there seemed to be thousands of people shouting in unison: "The leader of the Shura Sect has arrived, and the Shaolin abbot will quickly lead the crowd to greet him." When the heroes heard this, they said in their hearts: It's finally here, and it's still such a big show.

Everyone looked down the mountain, and saw that on the mountain path about half a mile away, there seemed to be thousands of people going up in order. In the middle is a sedan chair, carried by eight people. The speed of going up the mountain is very fast, and in a moment, it has reached the front of the temple. The people in front dodged to both sides and gave way to the sedan chair. On either side of the sedan chair stood a dozen or so people. Xuan Meng fixed his eyes and saw that Elder Cai was inside. The black robes of the people, and the giant python embroidered on the robes and hovering, were the people of the Shura Sect who had arrived.