The young man looked disdainful, and he really buried the man in front of him thousands of times in his heart!

Since ancient times, no one has been young, thinking that he was so simple and easy to deceive at the beginning, but he followed this shameless master to trick people around, and the sword and gun he practiced were invulnerable, and the water and fire were not soaked in the mouth, all of which were sad things; If it weren't for the fact that he raised himself as he said earlier, maybe he would have reported it to the government a long time ago. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Big news, big news..."

Just when the young man was slandering in his heart, he only heard a street in the distance, a man in a brown dress with a thin bamboo pole suddenly pulled his neck and shouted, the voice could not reveal the excitement, for this person, the young man was familiar with it, it seemed that most of the news in the town was related to this person, and every time he relied on his voice to proclaim.

"Big news, the Lujia town in Jiaqing is dead, it is said that there is a demon who kills people without blinking, and that devil is the sword demon who destroyed Wanshou Villa..."

The young man was shocked in his heart, it was not that the sword demon was powerful, but that this person seemed to have something to do with old things!

"Old man.."

The young man wanted to turn around and remind, but the next moment he roared, only to see a phantom on the bridge of his nose, flickering by, with a series of invisible figures flashing in the distance of the street, and behind him there was the despicable man with the scabbard in his hand.

"This....!" The young man was dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost, and turned to look at it suddenly, as he guessed, who could it be but the old thing on the street, the obscene figure that appeared? It's just that.. How could the figure that flew over just now be him?

The young man's heart roared like a thousand horses, and the sight that reflected him made the blood in his whole body coagulate.

"Oops... Let go, let go! ”

In the middle of the street. The thin bamboo pole that had just finished speaking had not yet ushered in the exclamation in his ears. I saw that my body of one hundred and eighty pounds suddenly floated. His suffocated neck was pinched so that his tongue trembled.

"Say, is your news true or false?"

Qiu Qianzhang's eyes were full of anger, his eyes were bright, and the person in his hand was still struggling, and his strength was tightened by three points, and there was still initial calm on his face.

"No.. I kid you not, this.. Vanish.. News all day long.. I know it. The poor skinny rod was so red that he seemed to be pinched and couldn't breathe. Speaking intermittently, I don't know if it's an illusion, the feeling given to him by this man with a cloak seems to have been seen somewhere.

"Humph! If you dare to murmur again, be careful that I will slap you with one palm! Qiu Qianzhang was in a heavy mood, left the man, and looked at the southeast with a solemn face when he was frightened and fled in a hurry.

"Division. Master! A timid voice shouted flatteringly, it was the boy who was chasing after him.

Qiu Qianzhang came back to his senses, looked at the cautious and red-faced young man beside him, remembered the countless days and nights of companionship, and had no intention of making fun. Instead, he suddenly said, "Bad guy, you... Really want to.. Martial arts? ”

"Yes!"

The boy shuddered. There was still half a minute of hesitation, he heard a solemnity from the man's words, as if there was no such playful abuse as that day, and this was what he had always been looking forward to, because after he said this, he felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to be surging up.

Qiu Qianzhang didn't answer, how similar the young man's desire was to himself back then!

"The grace of imparting karma, how can you forget it, the disciple is not talented, but he has been practicing martial arts for more than 20 years, and he can always block some young people for his teacher!" Thinking of the drifting figure, Qiu Qianzhang had a lot of thoughts, in the past 20 years, he has been working day and night, as his skills become more and more profound, he gradually knows how broad and profound the mantra he has obtained is, which also makes him more and more grateful, which is also the reason why he has outstanding martial arts but does not reveal it.

The young man's talent and temperament, he couldn't be more clear, but although this inexplicable martial arts was easy for him to obtain, he couldn't teach it at will, and only with that person's approval could he be single-minded.

"Let's go, go to Jiaqing with the teacher!" The thin man looked into the distance, although his words were calm, but the blood in his cavity was slowly boiling, because this time, he really used his martial arts to the world, and this martial arts will surprise many people, he is really curious.

Or maybe you don't need martial arts, but if you appear in front of the couple who are making trouble with the Iron Palm Gang, I'm afraid you will be shocked!

The two drifted apart, and compared to their calmness, on the other peak, it was a second situation.

On the top of Songshan Mountain, in a temple, the honest novice put down the rice bag in his hand, and ran to the back of the house after leaving the kitchen.

The little novice walked around and around until he reached a solemn and secluded back mountain, and then slowed down.

"Non-precepts, this is a forbidden place in the back mountain, and non-Ming Chuan cannot enter!" Outside the attic, only a loud voice sounded, but it was a middle-aged monk sitting on a boulder next to Xiao Shami, and there were several monks who were meditating like him beside him.

Xiao Shami was apprehensive, knowing the strictness of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and whispered: "Uncles, I want to tell Zi Wu Master if you have something to do. ”

"Come in!" Before the monks could speak, they heard a thick voice in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

When several monks heard this, they immediately opened the chain that was densely spread on the passage, and with a few chirps, a wide passage opened, and the monks closed their eyes and meditated again.

Feijie's honest face was in awe all the way, and when he walked into a pavilion door, after seeing the familiar figure, he said respectfully: "Master, I went down the mountain to buy vegetables today, and I heard the sword demon killing.. News of the killing. ”

With his back to the meditating monk Buddha Zhu, he turned around and said urgently: "Non-precepts, you tell me the news you heard." ”

Xiao Shami nodded, and also knew what this master was concerned about, and immediately told the news of his inquiry.

Under the dim light, the middle-aged monk's face gradually changed greatly, if Ding Yi was here, he would find that this Elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was the clumsy little monk who followed him back then.

"Amitabha!" Zi Wuxin was anxious, he knew the identity of the sword demon somewhat, and after instructing Feijie not to spread the news, he walked out of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and walked all the way to the abbot's courtyard.

"Abbot, the son has nothing to do, you have to go out of Shaolin!"

As soon as Zi Wu saw the abbot with white eyebrows, he hurriedly told his petition and explained the matter of non-precepts in detail with him, he did not want to hide the danger of this matter.

After hearing this, the abbot's heart sank and said, "Do you have to go?" ”

It's not that he is cold-blooded, but Shaolin has recovered some vitality after more than 80 years of closing the temple, but when it comes to being with the world, it is absolutely impossible, although that person has some kindness with Shaolin, but he will not risk destroying the temple to assist.

Zi Wu nodded firmly, remembering the man's teachings, and asked for help: "If you can, please ask the abbot to expel the disciple from Shaolin!" ”

The abbot shook his head, this practice will not keep Shaolin away from strife, on the contrary, it will also reduce Shaolin's big help; But it is impossible to persuade the master and nephew in front of him not to interfere, he understands Ziwu's temperament, and if he is in a hurry, he may let him go to a dead end.

"Idiot, come here!" The old abbot looked at an incense burner under the big Buddha statue, took out a stick of incense, and had a plan in his heart.

Zi Wuyue was suspicious, especially after hearing the abbot say 'hold on', and for some reason, he frowned until there was a pain in his forehead.

The old abbot held Ziwu's forehead, used incense to connect three rows of incense scars on his head, and said: "Since you are out of Shaolin, there should be no one in this temple; Remembering that you have a lofty heart, you are now taking the generation as 'Jue', and the Dharma name is 'Yuan'; and the nine incense scars on your forehead are replaced by the nine precepts, and the ten precepts can be broken to kill the precepts! ”

"Abbot?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "Although the monks do not kill, but this 'life' is called a good person, the rivers and lakes are sinister, if you do not have this self-defense, how can you return to Shaolin with your life; ”

"Straight .. Thank you Abbot! "(Ziwu) Jueyuan is not a stupid person, this person who helps that person out of the temple will definitely compete with the people of the world, although he does not want to dye his hands with blood, but he can only try to refrain from it.

The old abbot remembered the kindness of the disciple in front of him, after all, he was not at ease, and looked at the little monk who was serving him beside him and said: "Mingxin, you go to the Dharma Hall to summon the same people, the same wood and other eighteen uncles!" ”

Ziwu (Jueyuan) was taken aback, and listened to the old abbot continue: "The eighteen bronze figures were created by you, although they are all vigorous, but if you want to protect our temple for a long time, you must go down the mountain to hone!" ”

Zi Wu (Jueyuan) thought about it for a while, but finally did not stop it.

In a few days, outside the door of the lobby, I saw eighteen monks with bare and strong upper bodies one by one came to the Buddha Hall, everyone held a big iron rod with more than two feet and saluted forward, the old abbot did not elaborate, and ordered a few people to face the Buddha, as just now, holding the thumb-thick incense burn incense on the top of several people's heads to imprint nine incense scars.

When everything was over, the old monk was also sweating on his forehead, he put down the incense and looked at a few people: "Today, all my Shaolin monks, if you want to go out of the mountain, you must receive this incense ring, and all the monks who receive the ordination, every line and thought represents Shaolin, don't fall into the prestige of Shaolin!" ”

The old monk was also worried and anxious, for more than a dozen monks who had never been out of the temple, they were all instructed one by one, until a few people rolled melons and ripened, they called the elders in the temple, and again at noon, Fang saw that on the top of Songshan Mountain, more than a dozen figures came out of Shaolin, all the way to Jiaqing.

And this is not just Shaolin, just when they just stepped out of the town, everyone who has a little fame and status in the rivers and lakes has received a heroic spy under the name of 'eliminating demons', and invited people from all over the world to go to Jiaqing.

The world is already boiling, and the world is full of attention! (To be continued.) )