Chapter 125

Just when he was happily invited into the inner room to talk about Zen by Master Xuankong, the so-called 'Seventeen Heroes of Yanshan' wandered all the way, and finally found this dilapidated small temple, and in order to enter the temple, there was a small conflict with Master Zhiheng, who maintained the tranquility of the small temple.

Originally, the group didn't dare to offend NPCs at will......

Because in the rivers and lakes, any NPC outside the safe zone, except for businessmen such as stall vendors and shopkeepers, as well as those croppers, almost all of the NPCs that can be seen have different abilities.

"This master!"

The 'Yanshan Tiger' led by him spoke in a calm tone, tried his best to be very friendly, and his smiling expression seemed harmless to humans and animals: "Don't worry, our brothers have no malicious intentions, they just want to borrow a light and go into the temple to sit down." ”

"Amitabha!" Zhiheng is not such an easily impressed person, and when he heard this, he clasped his hands and replied: "Ladies and gentlemen, the temple is small and quiet, I am afraid that it will not be able to accommodate so many of you, not to mention the inconvenience of such a late-night visit, you better leave." ”

“……”

A group of people looked at each other silently, frowning.

The map shows very clearly that the brocade box is in the temple ten meters away, that is, the people and things they are looking for are definitely inside the temple.

Therefore, no matter how Longtan Tiger's Den this temple is, they must also break through.

Yan Shanhu glanced at it, and behind the crowd, the two quickly disappeared into the darkness and walked around to the temple......

“…… Alas, why bother. ”

After a heavy sigh, Zhiheng's expression remained unchanged, but with a flick of his hand, a strong whirlwind rushed out in an instant, and the wind was strong, and there was a muffled hum from the dark depths of the temple left and right at the same time...... And then "Bang! Bang! The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and then there was no sound.

The rest of the people didn't know what was happening, so they sent two people over to take a look, only to find that the two companions who were going to climb over the wall from the left and right sides had a clear black palm print on their chests, and the blood at the corners of their mouths was dry, and they died on the spot.

"He killed the sixteenth and thirteenth brothers!"

When I came back to report to Yanshan Huyi, a group of people were furious, their swords were unsheathed, and the swords were tense, and they were eager to take action immediately and break the murderous monk into thousands of pieces.

"Don't."

Yan Shanhu raised his hand to stop the impulse of his brothers, and looked at it with great solemnity and caution for a while.

Monk Zhiheng's eyes were closed, and he recited the scriptures of the past life without listening to his mouth, even if he was surrounded by a group of people with swords and swords, he did not panic at all, and showed any expression, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him!

"The monk is powerful, let's not fight him."

Although Yan Shanhu feels a little incredible, many things in the martial arts world are unimaginable, such as fighting cattle across the mountain, snapping his fingers, or a hidden weapon that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, it is possible to kill his brother quietly from a distance, of course, the premise is ...... The monk in front of him is a super master in the hidden world!

If so......

Thinking of this, Yan Shanhu unconsciously inhaled and took half a step back.

"Big brother, is that it?"

Someone behind him reminded:

"If you die once, your strength will drop by 20 percent...... and it will take nearly a month for 'Sixteen' and 'Thirteen' to fully recover."

"Third child, do you have a better way? Or do you want more brothers to die? He's just an NPC, and if we want to blame it, we can only blame ourselves for not having eyesight. Yan Shanhu's tone was solemn, and his eyes glanced coldly at the third child who spoke, and the latter's tone was stagnant and he didn't speak anymore.

Yan Shanhu's angry expression did not decrease, his eyes passed over Monk Zhiheng, glanced around the dilapidated temple wall, and let out a cold snort from his nose:

"Find a place to hide! I don't believe he can win his whole life in this broken temple! ”

The group quickly disappeared into the dark woods.

The moon is like cool water.

The surroundings of the temple fell silent again......

"Return the Seventeen Heroes of Yanshan, I'm sorry."

In the darker bushes, the two who followed looked down at the red dots on the map, depressed.

I thought I could be a yellow sparrow smoothly, but I didn't expect the Seventeen Heroes of Yanshan to be so unhelpful, and as soon as they were frightened by the monk guarding the temple, they didn't move.

As time passed, there was no further movement, seeing that the sky was gradually brightening, and the vision of the forest began to slowly improve, the two of them were somewhat anxious.

"Why don't we go around the back and see if we can get there?"

One man's eyes flickered for a moment before proposing.

But he was soon opposed by his companion, who replied in a quiet voice:

"Don't."

"This monk is not simple, looking at his ability to hurt people in the air, you know that the realm of internal strength is not bad, and the temple is small, we can't hide it from him in the past......"

"What then?"

The person who proposed frowned: "It's not easy to do it tomorrow, there are fifteen people on Yanshanhu's side, just the two of us, and we will definitely not be able to do it." ”

After a pause, his eyes swept in the direction of the temple, and he continued to spit out: "Moreover, the person who grabbed the tribute should have triggered a certain task, if he really wants to hide, stay in the temple all day, and celebrate the birthday of the Son of Heaven, even if he comes out at that time, we will have nothing to do!" So, there is no other way than a tough breakthrough. ”

"But...... Let's not talk about the Seventeen Heroes of Yanshan, just the bald donkey is not very easy to pass. The latter sighed heavily, his brows tangled into a Sichuan character.

"I have a solution."

"Huh?"

"I guess, the people in the temple won't come out for a while, it's better to go down the mountain now and quietly reveal the information here to a group of people......" When he said this, his companion's eyes lit up: "Drive the tiger and devour the wolf!" Wonderful! I'm fast, I'm going to find someone! ”

"Go now, go back!"

"Yes."

A dark shadow took advantage of the darkness of the night, quietly away from the temple, and flew in the direction of the mountain.

Naturally, Happy didn't know what was happening outside the temple, and after following Master Xuankong into the inner room, he saw books on display on four walls.

As far as the eye can see, a book of martial arts symbolizing the various paths of Shaolin Temple is placed together very ordinarily, from the most ordinary "Shaolin Stick Method", "Iron Head Gong", "Flying Technique", "Iron Broom", "Eagle Claw Gong" to the extremely expensive and superior martial arts on the market, "Arhat True Qi", "Golden Bell Jar", "Liuyun Sleeve", "Strong King Kong Finger", "Gecko Swimming Wall Gong", "Dragon Claw Hand", ...... The whole nine yards.

When I came here in my previous life, I was really shocked by the books inside, and I was immersed in them for a long time, and I couldn't wait to put them all into a Qiankun bag and become a cheats reseller.

In this life, the happiness that has been prepared for a long time is naturally not too nostalgic......

Master Xuankong had been on the side, paying attention to his happy expression and reaction, and seeing that the latter was just looking at everything inside with a calm and appreciative gaze, he bowed his head slightly, and his eyes showed a faint appreciation.

"I wonder how the little donor's chess skills are?"

Master Xuankong smiled and pointed to the square table placed in the center of the room, on which dozens of black and white children had fallen, obviously an unfinished endgame......