Outside the city of Wuzhou, more than ten miles to the east, there is a Zhuangzi.

This Zhuangzi occupies an extremely wide area, with continuous houses, painted buildings and carved beams, and is extremely luxurious.

On the gate more than ten zhang wide, there is a golden plaque: Wenjiazhuang

Every word is the size of a grinding disc.

It was night.

Outside the luxurious gate, there is still an endless stream of cars, horses and people.

Whether it is a monk or a Taoist or a layman, there are men and women, old and young, handsome and ugly, good and evil, three religions and nine streams, it is simply all-encompassing, there is nothing strange.

The village is high and gorgeous, and the lights are endless, illuminating the village as if it were day

A tall and luxurious hall, but there are already more than a dozen people sitting in columns.

The chair high in the middle was empty, and no one was sitting.

"Master Wen, your Wenjiazhuang is really extravagant, I don't think the palace of the emperor Lao'er may be comparable to you."

On the first one on the right, there is a middle-aged man wearing a green robe and a high hat, with a pale face like a dead man, and a grim smile on his dead white face.

On the last one, a burly man, dressed in brocade clothes, and with a rich and noble atmosphere, stood up, hugged his fists again and again, and said: "Don't dare, don't dare, little humble house, to be able to have all the grandmasters here, it is really a glorious and glorious thing, and Wen is a lifelong luck!" ”

"Enough!"

A middle-aged man who was dressed and looked a little elegant stood up suddenly, his face full of anger: "I, Han Xun, came today, not to be a fake polite with you!" ”

"Han Daxia, don't be impatient......"

"Ann your mother's head!"

The elegant middle-aged man was not elegant at all, and pointed at the person who spoke and scolded: "It's Lao Tzu's son who died!" Do you want Lao Tzu to screw off your son's head, see if you are restless! ”

"You're ......!"

"Humph! That's enough! ”

The green-robed man with a pale face snorted coldly: "Our alliance today is to solve the problem, not to make you noisy." ”

The cold gaze swept the elegant middle-aged man's glance: "Han Xun, isn't it just that your own son died, among the people here, who is not close to him died in the hands of that demon?" ”

"Humph!" Although the middle-aged man named Han Xun had a heart attack, he was jealous, glared at the man hatefully, and said with a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll listen to what you have to say." This alliance was initiated by your Ghost Sacred Palace and Agni Palace, what do you want to do? ”

The green-robed man suddenly raised his hand and made a move, and a gust of wind blew out of thin air in the hall.

A desk that was originally placed in the central corner of the hall moved horizontally out of thin air and arrived in front of him.

There is a long, narrow box on the desk.

When Han Xun saw this box, his face became even more ugly.

The hatred in his eyes almost wants to turn into substance, and he can't wait to break this box, or the people related to the box, into pieces.

With a wave of the sleeves of the green-robed man's robe, the long box spun in the air, and when it fell, it had become the bottom facing up.

"You all take a look, this is the dart goods that Lu Tengkong from the Weihu Dart Bureau sent to Han Daxia's Mansion a few days ago."

Except for a few people who knew it for a long time, everyone in the palace stood up when they heard the words, and when they looked closer, their faces suddenly changed.

Under the box, there is a palm print.

The palm print is deeply trapped in the box, but the box is not damaged in the slightest, and the skill is appalling.

But it will not be frightening to the people of the temple.

What made them change color was this palm print, which had six fingers!

The green-robed man stiffly tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Twenty years ago, I guess you haven't forgotten it, right?" ”

A person smiled far-fetchedly: "Master Sheng, just a palm print, there are many people with six fingers on the rivers and lakes, isn't our six-fingered gentleman?" What did you do 20 years ago? ”

"What do you mean!?" An old man with white hair said angrily, he is the six-fingered gentleman mentioned by the man, born with six fingers.

Someone laughed angrily: "Hehe, Han Daxia's beloved son was killed, and the head was put in this piano box and sent to the door as a dart, which is clearly a provocation, everyone knows that you Mr. Six Fingers and Han Daxia have always had a gap...... Hey. ”

Han Xun stared at Mr. Six Fingers with eyes full of hatred, obviously, he was provoked by that man's words.

"Good!"

Mr. Six Fingers said angrily: "Since you think I did it, then come on!" The old man is standing here, wanting the old man's life, and he will accompany him at any time! ”

A fiery red shadow swept in from outside the hall like a canopy of flames.

A short and fat old man in a red robe and red hair was exposed, holding an extremely heavy copper staff, lying between the two.

"I said that you old things, the more you live, the more you go back, before the Demon Punishment Conference started, you were made to be turned against by others first, is it a shame to say that you are embarrassed?"

Mr. Six Fingers hated and shook his sleeves: "Hmph, Agni Lao'er, you called everyone here, but you were late, it's really a big shelf!" ”

"Hahahaha, six-fingered old man, don't worry."

The short and fat old man laughed disappreciatively: "Everyone, the reason why the old man is late is because he heard something interesting. ”

The green-robed man was yin**: "Oh? Agni old man, who can make you care so much? Even our alliance doesn't even care? ”

"Old ghost Sheng'an, what are you anxious about?"

The short and fat old man named Agni Huo lifted his red robe, sat down directly on the chair next to him, and said with a smile: "There has been a rumor in the rivers and lakes recently about a person called a holy monk, have you all heard of it?" ”

When Han Xun on the side heard this, his face suddenly became a little unnatural.

In fact, when Lu Tengkong's father and son sent the dart to the door, he saw that the dart was his son's head, and in a fit of rage, he was about to kill Lu Tengkong's father and son, but was saved by a young monk who suddenly appeared.

At this time, someone already sneered: "I've heard it once or twice, and I heard that it is a boy who is not more than twenty years old, a mere yellow-mouthed child, and dares to call himself a holy monk?" Aren't you afraid to laugh off your big teeth, and you're not afraid of the Buddha of his family to blame? ”

Agni Huo raised his eyebrows and smiled: "He doesn't claim to be, you yourself entered Wuzhou City and asked, the name of the holy monk, which one doesn't know, which one is disrespectful?" ”

Ghost Saint Sheng An narrowed his eyes: "I also heard that recently, there was a monk who went around to intercept the heads of various factions who came to participate in the Demon Punishment Conference, and I don't know what means he used. ”

One of them said angrily: "Even the two heads of Shaolin Wudang have turned back halfway, it's really a waste of my big help!" Damn it! ”

"Is this person the holy monk?"

"That's him."

Agni Ancestor said: "Legend has it that this person is extremely handsome, has a dusty bearing, and has profound Buddhism and great magical powers. ”

"When I came, I heard an interesting story."

The Flame Ancestor said, his face full of smiles, and his eyes narrowed with laughter.

The people near the left were all slightly stunned.

All the people present were familiar with him, and they knew that this old thing was a smiling tiger, and the more he laughed, the more ruthless his heart became.

"Agni Lao'er, just a junior, is it worth selling so many guanzi? If there's a fart, let it go! ”

The ghost saint didn't have to worry about him, and said impatiently.

"The prefect of Wuzhou and the thousands of households in the health department have recently joined forces to hunt down the two local gangs, the Golden Chan Society and the Golden Dragon Gang, as well as many small gangs and small associations, are also among the raids, everyone, do you know why?"

The faces of everyone present changed.

"Hehe, it looks like you've all thought of it."

The Flame Ancestor laughed like a rich man: "What does the Golden Zen Society do, everyone here knows in their hearts, what kind of people are the prefects of Wuzhou and Qianhu, you will not be strangers, and now these two people have actually smashed their money bags, aren't they all crazy?" ”

"Flame Boss, do you mean that this matter has something to do with that little thief?"

The ghost saint squinted his eyes**.

The others were also very ugly.

The Golden Chan Society is not only the money bag of the Wuzhou Mansion and the Guard, but also the source of money and people for all the people here.

Someone dares to touch them, which is no different from prying their roots, and has touched their bottom line.

Naturally, no one is not angry.

"Old man......"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng Zheng! ……”

The Flame Ancestor was about to speak, but suddenly heard a sudden sound of the piano.

Noisy, urgent, like a shower, and like an iron horse Jingo, it suddenly reverberated over Wenjiazhuang......