"Everyone, don't worry, don't worry......"

Because of the existence of this storyteller, most of the high-rollers gathered in the restaurant are high-rollers, all of whom can draw swords and splash blood without saying a word.

For these people's almost imminent posture, the storyteller is as commonplace, and he does not worry about his own safety at all, and slowly waves the folding fan.

"There are words in the next morning, and we and other storytellers are all talking on the streets, wild history and anecdotes, not all untrue, let's talk about it, you don't have to take it seriously."

"The same is true of this Legend of the Two Dragons, why should you listen to the rumors and go through the chisels?"

"The hero just said it, it's just a rumor, how can you believe it?"

"As we all know, He's jade bi has disappeared at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and even the Tang Taizong has not been able to find it. ……”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone again: "Storyteller! Don't fool around! Now no one on the rivers and lakes knows that a few days ago, the lord of the world will be domineering, and he was defeated by someone on his own territory, and he has no power to fight back! Happy! ”

This man's words resonated with many people.

With the power of the world and the domineering of self-esteem, no one in other places dares to say such things openly.

However, this place is a peerless city, the only place on the rivers and lakes that is not afraid of the world.

The style of the Tianxia Association has long made too many people dissatisfied, and there is no need to scruple in this unparalleled city, so it is natural to vent.

Broken Waves and Nie Feng were mixed in it, and their faces were a little weird and unnatural.

The man saw that someone was in agreement, but he was very proud, and continued: "The person who defeated him is the Shaolin monk!" ”

"Everyone knows that Jingnian Zen Temple is a Shaolin lower courtyard, since the Shaolin monks are not fake, how can Jingnian Zen Temple be fake?"

"Not bad! Exactly! ”

The storyteller shook his hand and laughed: "Hahahaha, Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, so naturally it can't be faked, but the Shaolin Lower Courtyard is really far-fetched, so you don't have to pay attention to it." ”

"You! It's really dishonest! ”

The man said angrily: "Before the Shaolin monk left, he also left a golden post for Xiongba, inviting him to go to Shaolin to participate in the emperor election conference, how can it be fake!" ”

"Hahahaha, there is a golden post, but what is the emperor election conference is nothing, and it is not credible. Alas......"

The storyteller seemed to be forced to be helpless, and sighed: "It seems that you are all concerned about the world's major affairs, so let's talk about this matter ...... below."

"Come to think of it, you have already heard about the invitation of the golden post that is rumored on the rivers and lakes......"

"Smack!" The storyteller habitually patted the wood in his hand: "I heard that in the Shaolin Temple, there was a monk who had a glimpse of a glimmer of heaven, and the world was in turmoil, and a real dragon came to the world, sweeping away the universe and repeating the peace." ”

"Now, you can also see that the world is really full of smoke, internal and external troubles, and how difficult people's livelihood is!"

"The Shaolin Temple is full of great Buddhist virtues, compassion, can't see the suffering of all beings, and has the heart to respond to the heavens and people, and calm the chaos in the world."

"Just sent a golden post, inviting people of insight from all over the world to gather in Shaolin, if someone can get the mandate of heaven, there are Shaolin monks to pass on the magic skills to help the people of the mandate of heaven."

"Exactly: on the fifth day of the first month of September, Fengyun Hui Shaolin. The Son of Heaven is a true dragon, and the saint steps on the unicorn! ”

Before the storyteller's voice fell, he heard another uproar from the high-rollers in the building.

"That's right! That's it! ”

"What is the Elector Conference, which is not what it is talking about?"

"There will be no fakes! A few days ago, I passed by Sichuan and Shu, and heard that a few months ago, on the Minjiang River, there were many people who saw the fire all over the sky, among which there were faint strange beasts stepping on the fire, which was clearly the unicorn! ”

"Storyteller! You just said that this meditation temple and He's jade bi are not credible, and the emperor election conference is also nothing, and now you say that Shaolin Temple is looking for the person of destiny, the preface does not match the afterword, are you fooling me and so on? ”

"Hugh talking nonsense! What is He's Baoyu, the true dragon of the Mandate of Heaven, Lao Tzu doesn't care! The storyteller! You only said that the Shaolin monks want to pass on the magic skills, is it the ancient book "The Secret of Eternal Life" that can make people immortal? ”

"Not bad! Is "The Secret of Eternal Life" really in the Shaolin Temple? ”

There was chaos in the restaurant again.

Compared with who is the emperor, these high-rollers are more concerned about the "Secret of Eternal Life" that is spread to the gods.

In the midst of the noise, some people remained calm and silent, watching coldly.

For example, the three of Broken Waves and Nie Feng.

The beautiful fairy girl next to her sneered: "Hmph, this person is a demon to confuse the public, I am afraid that the world will not be chaotic." ”

Nie Feng was curious: "Why did Miss Mingyue say this?" ”

"These storytellers are all over the world to publicize some bizarre stories and rumors, true and false, stirring people's hearts around, but they are pretending to be posturing, half-covering and half-exposed, but it makes people suspicious. I think there must be someone behind it. ”

Nie Feng thought thoughtfully: "Miss Mingyue thinks, what is their purpose?" Who's behind it? ”

Mingyue smiled: "I don't know what their purpose is. However, whether it is the story in the storyteller's mouth, or the invitation of this golden post, this Shaolin Temple is indispensable. ”

Broken Lang frowned slightly, unhappy in his heart.

Uncle is a senior monk of Shaolin Temple, isn't she saying this that the uncle has a heart and is causing trouble to the rivers and lakes?

Immediately said: "Miss Mingyue is too arbitrary, Shaolin Temple is a pure land for Buddhism, and the temple is also a great monk who is dedicated to Zen, how can he do such a thing?" ”

Nie Feng reacted and hurriedly said, "Miss Mingyue, the master of the broken waves is a Shaolin monk. ”

Mingyue was surprised, so she smiled slightly, and did not argue.

But listening to the storyteller's questioning by a group of high-rollers, he said helplessly again:

"How can a mere storyteller know such a big thing? However, I heard that in contemporary Shaolin, there is a holy monk, with immortal miracles, can know the past and the future, if you want to know whether it is true or false, the fifth day of the ninth month is less than two months, you may wish to go to Shaolin to see. ”

"To put it simply, we don't have a golden post, how can we get it?"

"What if you don't have a gold post? There are so many people in the rivers and lakes, no matter how powerful his Shaolin Temple is, how can he stop it? ”

"That's right! I waited to go together, I didn't believe that I couldn't ask for a result, what kind of destiny Lao Tzu doesn't care, Lao Tzu just wants to know where the longevity secret is! ”

Hearing the shouts of a group of high-rollers, Broken Waves couldn't help but look worried.

Could these rumors be that someone is trying to harm Uncle and Shaolin Temple?

See the big in the small.

This is just the tip of the rivers and lakes, if this kind of rumor spreads to the whole rivers and lakes.

Wealth touches people's hearts, not to mention peerless miracles, and even such a thing as destiny?

So many ill-intentioned people have flocked to Shaolin, isn't it dangerous for uncles?

Thinking in my heart, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

I just want to complete the task assigned by my uncle as soon as possible, so that I can go to Shaolin.

……

Shaolin Temple.

Chen Yi, who was shrinking in the stone cave and cultivating diligently, didn't know that a little guy who was deliberately kicked into the pit by himself was worried about him, the mastermind behind the scenes.

suddenly opened his eyes, his figure flashed, and he appeared on the martial arts arena.

At this time, the monks and laymen were practicing their fists and feet under the supervision of the empty old monk.

"Senior brother?"

The empty old monk was a little surprised.

In the past ten years, unless he takes the initiative to look for it, it will be difficult to see this junior brother drill out of the hole by himself.

"Senior brother, how long has it been since you practiced?"

"Huh?" The empty face is inexplicable.

Chen Yi shook his head and looked at the side: "Since you have already come to the door, why hide your head and show your tail?" ”

Before the words fell, a punch had already been punched......