"You mean...... The abbot is missing? Gou Dad looked at the acting abbot in front of him in disbelief, the original first Tonghui.

Tonghui folded his hands and bowed his head silently.

"It's been more than half a month since the end of the Xiuzhen Conference, is there no news at all? Why not go for it? "Gou Ma has a spicy personality, and when she sees the appearance of the old god Tonghui, she is anxious for them.

"Amitabha, I thought that the abbot was entangled in mundane things, and stayed in Qidumen, but after a week, I realized that something was wrong, and went to Qidumen to visit, but to no avail. I heard that the abbot had fought with Longhumen Qiande, so he sent his disciples to Longhumen to ask what was going on, but who knew that Longhumen had been closed and could not come out. ”

"Isn't there any contact information from the abbot?" Gou's father couldn't accept it.

Tonghui shook his head, Buddhism pays attention to the six roots of purity, so the Shaolin Gate is still the original appearance, the sunrise and sunset and rest, hitting the bell to participate in Zen chanting and meditation is their life, everything is simple, hidden in the world.

Gou Dad analyzed: "The abbot is the person who ranks in the first echelon of combat power in this world, and with his ability, he should not encounter accidents." ”

"Accept the good words of the donor, if there is news, the little monk will convey it as soon as possible." Tonghui gave a salute to Gou's father.

Now the situation has fallen into the worst situation for the Gou family and his wife: Jiang Qiantang's whereabouts are unknown, and the master passively goes to find them; The Shaolin abbot has no trace and has lost a strong reinforcement; There is also a strange antique street, which has been standing beside him for a long time, and no one knows when the invisibly open mouth of blood will fall. What's more critical is that his son doesn't have enough power to protect himself. Everything seems to have erupted after his son embarked on the path of cultivating truth, and I don't know if it was a correct choice to let my son cultivate the truth.

In desperation, the four had no choice but to say goodbye to Tonghui and leave Shaolin.

Back in the car, Qi Chunzhong opened the box and put it across his lap, took out six copper coins in his left hand and put them into a small wooden cylinder with paint off in his right hand. Black and white spiritual power poured out from the two hands of Qi Chunzhong, and was poured into the copper coin and the wooden cylinder respectively. Qi Chunzhong began to shake rapidly, and when the sound of the copper coin hit sounded, the black and white spiritual power held the ball and rotated, turning into a yin and yang fish at the mouth of the wooden tube, and the four phases of gossip returned to their places. After about ten breaths, Qi Chuzhong put the wooden tube upside down on the box with his backhand, and all visions disappeared. At the same time, Qi Chunzhong seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and his throat was sweet, and he forcibly swallowed the blood without making a sound.

The other three all noticed the fluctuation of spiritual power on Qi Chunzhong's side, and they all looked at Qi Chunzhong's hand.

Qi Chunzhong gently lifted the wooden cylinder to the height of the thickness of a copper coin, and slowly dragged it to the right, and several copper coins were lined up horizontally in turn......

A few copper coins up are: words... Face... Word... Face... Face...... There was still the last one left, Qi Chuzhong's heart tightened, and he was about to lift the wooden cylinder, but he was tightly grasped by a strong big hand. Qi Chunzhong looked at Wu Tian suspiciously, Wu Tian shook his head, and directly stuffed the first five copper coins into the wooden tube and shook them violently, only God knows what the hexagram just now is.

Only the last copper coin remains, and according to the first five, there may be two hexagrams: the thirty-eight fire and thunder devouring hexagram or the fifty-three fire ze, the former means that things are going well, and the latter needs to be careful when doing things.

"Brother Qi, at this time, don't ask about the fierce luck, only advance and not retreat!" Wu Tian gritted his teeth and said.

Qi Chuzhong nodded, and swallowed the matter of the hexagram with the blood.

Gou Dad opened his mouth and said, "Chunzhong, Brother Wu, thank you." I didn't expect things to be so unexpected, since it's come to this, I won't talk about sketching, Qi'er and I need your help! ”

"Thank you." Mama Gou sincerely thanks.

"You're welcome, without further ado, let's go back first." Wu Tian waved his hand.

Qi Chuzhong recovered from the backlash, and Ying and Wu Tian: "Hmm." ”

In the Shaolin Temple on the mountain, the prison called a little monk, the little monk nodded, and ran down the mountain under the pretext of going out to "rub and rub" to see that there was no one around, hid in the bushes and put on a wig, took off his robe, and went straight to the Internet café in the town.

The owner of the Internet café nodded at him and gave the little monk the most hidden private room inside.

The little monk turned on the computer, stretched his waist and took off the clothes on his body, and on his chest was a hideous dragon head tattoo, from his shoulders to his back, densely covered with scales, and his sharp fingers and claws expanded and contracted with his breath on both ribs. He scratched his back and neck, reached for a pack of cigarettes, cast a small spell and lit it, took a deep breath, and slowly puffed the smoke out of his nose.

"Damn, I'm tired of being a monk." This "little monk" stalked his neck and cursed in his mouth.

When the computer was turned on, he kept rummaging through various locations in the computer, and after opening more than a dozen folders in a row, he found an icon like the symbol of the Strange Escape Gate, and clicked it.

Account name: Qinglong Xu Feng.

Password: tianxiaguiqidun

Below is the usual captcha, but instead of following the input shown on the picture next to him, he only has the three letters of SLM.

The chat box expanded, and there was only one contact in it, and the note was the person in charge of Shaolin Gate.

"Hall Master, there is new news from Shaolin Gate." The fake monk typed quickly.

"Say."

"Today, Gou Wenxuan and Xiao Qi'er came to look for the abbot, I don't know why. Two other people followed, and the prison said he couldn't see the depths. ”

"These?"

"That's all there is to it at the moment, Tonghui, that fool is still looking for the abbot as missing."

"Okay."

The opposite side is very concise, in order to keep it secret, no superfluous words will be said, just a single line to receive the message.

"When will I be able to return to the sect?"

The opposite side shows that it has gone offline.

"Grass!" Xu Feng hatefully threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground and lit it again.

Five years ago, he received an assignment to enter the Shaolin Gate to answer the Shaolin spy, the Tongseses who was in the prison position. This Internet café was opened by an informant from Qidunmen, and it was used exclusively to contact the line. Seeing that the day of Qi Dun Sect ordering the monks of the world was coming, but he couldn't get up for a long time, and there was no way to return to Qi Dun Gate, Xu Feng was very unbalanced in his heart.

Seeing that it had been half an hour since he went down the mountain, Xu Feng extinguished his cigarette, got dressed and walked out. With an hour and a half left, it was time for him to go up the mountain. The Shaolin Gate has strict rules, and if it weren't for the opening of the door of enlightenment, Xu Feng might not even be able to go down the mountain. You have to buy the food quickly, otherwise there is no way to pay the difference.

Xu Feng took a wad of hundred-yuan bills from the informant and hurried out. The informant also did not communicate with him in any way, and was indifferent to his actions to take the money.

Xu Feng walked towards the vegetable market, but the monk's keen instinct told him that someone was following him behind him.

The master of art is bold, and he also cultivates the Shaolin King Kong Body Forging Technique, although he may stop at the Lingtai Realm in this life, but his combat power in the same realm is one of the best existences.

Xu Feng deliberately turned into an alley where there was no one, trying to lure the people who were following him to appear.

Just in front of an old gate, he looked back, and suddenly his eyes went black, and his throat was instantly slashed, spurting hot blood. He then lost consciousness completely......

"That's it! Let's go, don't be so brutal all the time, don't let go even if you die! ”

"Brutal? Hi! We're demon cultivators! ”

"Let's go, stop talking nonsense!"

"Hey, hey, okay. Remember to call me for the next mission like this! ”

"Don't worry, your lordship has your own arrangements."

The two black shadows climbed the eaves and walked up the wall, and after a while, they disappeared and disappeared into the crowd.