"I've seen the master." He is very respectful, this kind of person is definitely a respectable person, and it seems that he is also worthy of respect, because the kind of aura exuded by his body makes people unconsciously feel that he is a big person.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" He asked kindly, he was stunned, and went out, it was a luxury, because from the day he came into this building, the old monk had told him. He doesn't have a name, he won't have a name, he can't get out of this attic, because if he walks out of this attic, he will die, because the rivers and lakes are a dangerous place, and beyond this building, there are rivers and lakes, the most dangerous ones.

"Is that okay?" The first time he didn't refuse, but asked, because he really wanted to see the outside world, he wanted to see the lush mountains, blowing through the breeze and rolling up layers of forest waves. He wanted to see the clear stream, leaping in the dense forest in the mountains, with great joy, he wanted to see the full moon, he wanted to use the golden sunlight to shine on his face, he wanted to touch the sun, he wanted to sit on the mountain peak and watch the sunset. He doesn't want those people to be sinister, he doesn't want to be involved in the darkness in those rivers and lakes, because he just wants to see all the mountains and rivers in the world. He also imagined the literati and scholars, and also imagined the famous Confucians, who traveled between the world in a chic way. But he couldn't, because when he entered this building, there was no chance, never, but he felt that this monk was hope, a ray of light.

"It's okay, Lao Kanai is the abbot of Shaolin, in the rivers and lakes, it is also Taishan Beidou, if you say it, you can naturally do it." Although the monk's words were very light, the majesty seemed to emanate from his bones, as if it was really a towering mountain. He felt in his heart that this was God's favor for him, so he walked out, he saw the mountains, he saw the flowing water, he saw the sun, he stood in the lush mountains and shouted loudly, as if to vent all the dark and depressed things in his heart. Just when he seemed to use the purest breath between the mountains and rivers to wash away all the dirt on his body, and at this moment, many people surrounded him, many, many people, those people wore all kinds of clothes, and the leader walked out of an extremely kind monk with benevolent eyebrows. It was the abbot of Shaolin, those people were vicious, as if they were going to kill him, that kind of look, as if he had killed their parents and relatives, the hatred and killing intent in that kind of eyes, strong reflection, these people, no, these are no longer people, but beasts, man-eating beasts, these people have formed a man-eating beast in his eyes.

"Friends from the rivers and lakes, this person is the novice in my Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, who was originally doing sundries to sweep the building, but I never thought that this person would secretly practice the essence of martial arts in the Scripture Pavilion, and those heroes who died in the hands of Shaolin in the rivers and lakes in recent days are the poisoners of this person." Dressed in a red robe, a gold-plated Zen staff, and with nine ring scars on his head, he took a step forward, and with a bang, he smashed a few cracks on the ground with a Zen handle on the ground in front of him. He was stunned, not to mention that he had never walked out of the Scripture Pavilion, even if he did, he would not kill anyone, at this time, seeing this Shaolin abbot so indignant, could it be that they were mistaken.

"I, I, I didn't kill anyone, you're mistaken." He said anxiously.

"Hmph, the abbot master of Shaolin said that you are a murderer, you are a murderer, you kid, let me take you." A man dressed in a Taoist robe, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and a cold color in his eyes, rushed straight out, extremely fast, and everyone looked at him indifferently. He was nervous, but helpless, because he had never practiced martial arts, and saw this person reach out into a palm and pat him on the shoulder. He can only instinctively stretch out his hand to block, but this person's hand is fierce, and he is already a person with decades of attainments in palming, can he stop it? He blocked it, and the person who should not have been able to stop it, but he blocked it, and it was just a simple backhand, and that person was shocked and flew out. He was surprised, everyone looked at his face, and it became even more gloomy, at that moment, there was a breath flowing on his body that seemed to shake that person out, and he didn't know where this breath came from.

"Yi Jin Jing, this is Yi Jin Jing." At this time, the monk Cimei was surprised, Shaolin has two martial arts cheats, which are unique, one is the Yijin Sutra, and the other is called the Washing the Marrow Sutra, but the Yijin Sutra has disappeared for nearly a hundred years, and today it is here to reappear the day.

"Unexpectedly, even Shaolin's Yijin Jing was secretly practiced by this kid, and sure enough, he was the murderer." Everyone looked at him with a chill on their faces, as if they were looking at a heinous sinner.

"I'm not, I'm not." He had no choice but to wave his hands and be powerless to argue. The old monk shot directly, and the speed was so fast that everyone didn't react, so he came to his side, and grabbed him directly with his fingers into claws, and he could only wave his hand to block. But in the face of such a person, it was useless, his claws actually broke his arms, and the breath on his body was also destroyed by a domineering internal force on his body, and he fell to the ground limply.

"Amitabha, this thief is from Shaolin, and it should have been handed over to all the friends of the rivers and lakes, but today Lao Wei has abolished his martial arts, and the monks are merciful, and they must not be killed in vain. Lao Wei pleaded for this person, can he let him go, and how about imprisoning him in Shaolin? Monk Cimei looked at these people and said kindly, as if he was a very good person.

"The abbot is worthy of being a martial arts master, this kind of person can also save his life, admire and admire." These people are obviously masters of the martial arts gang, but they are complimenting him at this time. Everyone thinks that he is a martial arts master, and his prestige is unmatched. And what about him? His breath was sluggish, he didn't know why he had fallen into such a situation, and even for what these people wanted to come here to embarrass him, he didn't know, but he decided that he had killed someone, and as for what people he had killed and what means he had used to kill people, he didn't know. Because he knows martial arts, and it is Shaolin's Yijin Sutra, the Shaolin abbot's confirmation will not be wrong, because people in the world do not know that Shaolin's Yijin Sutra has been lost.

"You told me out on purpose?" In the prison of Shaolin Temple, perhaps this place is darker and more humid than the prison of the imperial court, and there seems to be a musty smell in the air.

"Yes." The abbot nodded without hesitation.

"You know those people are going to kill me?" He then asked.

"Naturally, there are some people in the rivers and lakes who are always against Shaolin, you know, Shaolin has always been the leader of martial arts for hundreds of years, the so-called tree is a big move, some people will think about Shaolin, but Shaolin is in the martial arts, and it will not be easy to kill. And these people died under Shaolin stunts, which will always attract suspicion and dissatisfaction from Jianghu people to Shaolin. He is already kind and kind-eyed, but the gaze in his eyes is as vicious as a snake, he is a poisonous snake, the most poisonous snake in the world.

"Those people were killed by Shaolin?" Although he already knows the answer, he still has to ask, after all, it is clear that he will die if he dies.

"Naturally, Shaolin also has some enemies, and those enemies have to die so that no one will threaten Shaolin's position." Monk Cimei said very seriously.

"Why do those people believe you, I have never killed anyone at all, and I don't know martial arts." He said.

"You are wrong, the martial arts you practice is the Shaolin Yijin Sutra, you just practiced the internal skills, do you know that this is one of the two most magical scriptures in Shaolin, the peerless martial arts that the people of the martial arts dream of, originally only felt that there was an internal force in your body, but I never thought that what you practiced was the Yijin Sutra." In the eyes of the monk Cimei, greed emerged unabashedly.

"It's good that the book is so important." His tone was extremely weak, and a smile of relief appeared in the corners of his mouth.

"Why do you say that?" Monk Cimei frowned and said.

"Because I've burned that book, don't you think it's a very happy thing?" He didn't hide the smugness in his heart, although he looked so desolate, he was still very happy.

"The status of Shaolin no longer needs a scripture book to consolidate." The monk was not moved at all.

"Why do they think it's me, and why don't anyone suspect you?" He asked the question in his heart, he was lying, and it was one-sided, why did everyone believe it, why no one thought for him, he was innocent, why no one said a word for him.

"Why? What is your identity in the rivers and lakes, you are a nobody, and I am a martial artist Taishan Beidou, what I say is the truth, I say you are a murderer, you are a murderer. Monk Cimei said casually, as if this is the simplest truth in the world, and it is also the most deserving truth. This kind of truth seems to be known to a three-year-old child on the side of the road, and it is true, because in the rivers and lakes, even a three-year-old child will believe in the Shaolin abbot, but will not believe him, a person who has never even had a name.

"That's it?" He was stunned, just because he was a celebrity in the rivers and lakes, and he was just a slave, a person who didn't even deserve a name, would they rather not even have the slightest suspicion and pity than give them alms?

"That's enough, the rivers and lakes have always been like this, even if I tell a lie, even if you are not a murderer, I say you are, you will be a murderer, this is the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes do not need the truth, the rivers and lakes do not need mercy, the rivers and lakes will only believe in one thing, that is, fame, as long as your fame is high enough and good enough, then they will not care about the truth." Monk Cimei said flatly, the rivers and lakes have always been full of lies, he is the abbot of Shaolin, but he is still a person from the rivers and lakes, since he is a person from the rivers and lakes, then it is natural to understand this rivers and lakes, for the benefit of Shaolin, what can he do if he sacrifices one? What my Buddha is compassionate, what Buddha Pure Land, in his eyes, seems to have become the most filthy earth. He already knows everything, knows his situation, and knows his definition in the eyes of these people, ants, living ants, he is an ant that no one cares about. Even this piece of heaven was unwilling to beg for mercy on his ants, and he finally understood why the old monk told him never to go out of the gate of the attic, because the bird in the birdcage, even if it was free, would die, because the world of the birdcage and the outside world have always been two worlds. Shaolin's muscles and bones are famous in the martial arts, and he has learned that when the bones of the body are broken one by one, the pain is not better than death. Why did he suffer from this, naturally it was for the Yi Jin Sutra, after all, the Yi Jin Sutra was a peerless secret book of Shaolin, and he wouldn't really care. Even if he burns the cheats, let him make a new copy, as the abbot of Shaolin, if he can practice the Yijin Sutra, then the benefits of the martial arts he has practiced are self-evident. Because some of Shaolin's martial arts require extremely deep internal cultivation to practice, and this Yijin Jing is undoubtedly the best secret book for practicing internal strength, but he never wrote it, until he was in this dark, damp, mildew dungeon, suffered all kinds of torture, on the ninth day, he finally couldn't stand it and died, when he died, this river and lake never left a touch of his color, and this world never gave him any mercy. When he opened his eyes, he was the four-year-old Xiao Bai, and at that time he was picked up by Xiao Dingwen, the Marquis of Xuantian, who was the most mysterious force in the world. Who would have thought that Xiao Dingwen's wife was the previous generation of valley owners in Biluo Valley, and she died after giving birth to Xiao Bai in Biluo Valley, so Biluo Valley was inherited by the four-year-old Xiao Bai.

"Yi Jin Jing is worthy of being the most mysterious martial arts in Shaolin, I have practiced for seventeen years, but I have only practiced to the third level, fortunately, there is no bald donkey sect here, otherwise I will definitely destroy them." Xiao Bai lay lazily, but thinking of those things, his right hand clenched into a fist, making a gurgling sound, obviously Xiao Bai had a deep resentment towards those monks, at least he finally understood a truth, people who look like good people are not necessarily good people, the so-called people are separated from the belly, he will never trust anyone, now he will not believe anyone, especially the people in the rivers and lakes, as long as these people threaten the Eastern Capital, threaten the royal family, then he will make a move. Jianghu, he doesn't like Jianghu, although he is the valley owner of Biluo Valley, but there are very few people who know his identity, only his father Xiao Dingwen, and Mei Er, he guessed his identity, but Mei Er is not a person who likes to expose other people's secrets. So he doesn't have to kill people, at least he doesn't want to be like the abbot of Shaolin Temple, who can sacrifice other people's lives at will. In addition to practicing the cicada sleeping magic skill in Biluo Valley over the years, he has also practiced the Shaolin Yijin Sutra, which is why Xiao Bai was able to block Mei Er's sword seven years ago. You know, if you talk about the practice of internal strength, Shaolin's Yijin Sutra is far above the cicada sleep magic skill, but unfortunately the Yi Jin Jing he only got the heart method of cultivating internal strength, he can be sure that the Yi Jin Jing he got is not complete, and there must be a martial arts move that matches the internal strength of the heart, but he didn't find it, but he doesn't care anymore, even if it is the internal strength of the heart, it is enough, he has the cicada sleep magic skill, and there is the rest of the Biluogu martial arts. With the internal cultivation of Yi Jin Jing, in today's martial arts, he can be said to be invincible in the world, so Xiao Bai always says that he is the first in the world, and he is really the first in the world.