Hua Manlou didn't want Zhou Yi to save Lu Xiaofeng, but instead paid for his life.

Although Lu Xiaofeng is his friend, he never wants anyone in this world to die.

He said complicatedly: "Master Zen, do you really have to let Zhou Yi go to Shaolin Temple before you are willing to save Lu Xiaofeng?" ”

In fact, in all fairness, he didn't think that Zhou Yi had a reason to die.

He was one of the witnesses of the incident in the Treasure Pavilion that day, and although he didn't agree with Zhou Yi's explanation at that time, he couldn't put forward any rebuttal opinions.

At that time, Sikong Xingming had already come out to testify, pointing out that Jin Jiuling was an embroidery thief, and Master Bitter Gourd and others listened to it, but they were unmoved, and still wanted to take Zhou Yi down.

At that time, they already knew that Jin Jiuling, whom Zhou Yi killed, was the embroidery thief, but they still didn't want to believe it, this was the reason for the bitter gourd master in the final analysis.

Although Master Bitter Melon is a monk, he is still unable to break through the obstacle of human feelings, is deceived by superficial things, and is unwilling to believe the true truth.

But that was the truth, not something he didn't want to believe and didn't count.

If Zhou Yi didn't have that kind of strength that day, I'm afraid that under the shot of the bitter gourd master, Zhou Yi would definitely be branded as the devil of the rivers and lakes.

From this point of view, Shaolin Temple's Qing practice of Zen Buddhism is not so noble.

Therefore, for the revenge of Shaolin Temple at this moment, Hua Manlou also has a trace of dissatisfaction in his heart.

However, the Zen monk said coldly: "I am talking about this, whether I go or not is his own business." ”

"You could have killed me here right now." Liao Chan stared at Zhou Yidao.

Zhou Yi looked indifferent and said, "Old bald donkey, don't provoke me with words, do you really think I don't dare to kill you?" ”

He had already touched the sword at his waist.

The honest monk was shocked when he saw this.

It's just that Zhou Yi didn't do it immediately, but looked at Zen with a light smile, "It seems that you think that Shaolin Temple will be the burial place of my Zhou Yi, since this is the case, at that time, I will let you witness it with your own eyes on Songshan Mountain, and I also want to see what you Shaolin has to do to keep me there." ”

"Go back and wait, Zhou will be here in a few days."

To be honest, the Zen monk really couldn't help but feel nervous at that moment just now.

But when he heard Zhou Yi's next words, he raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "Since this is the case, then our temple is waiting for you to come, I hope you don't break your word." ”

After saying this, he turned around and left the inn with a few Shaolin disciples behind him.

And Sikong Xingxing and Hua Manlou were shocked.

Sikong Xingxing said in disbelief: "You, are you really going to Shaolin Temple?" ”

"Do you know what kind of place it is, this big river and lake, can you find a place that is higher and more unfathomable than Shaolin Temple?"

Even the Wudang faction, which is as famous as it, does not have a strong foundation in Shaolin Temple.

This is the holy land of Zen Buddhism that has been handed down from the Han Dynasty to the present, and then carried forward by the Bodhidharma Patriarch during the period of Emperor Wu of Liang, it has a history of nearly 1,000 years, and its existence can be said to be more distant than the longest dynasty.

Zhou Yi went deep into the Shaolin Temple alone, it was "ten deaths and no life"!

However, Zhou Yi's expression was indifferent, he smiled lightly, and said, "Is Shaolin Temple really that terrible, I don't believe it." ”

Sikong is in a hurry.

"It's not a matter of believe it or not, since ancient times, no martial arts master has ever dared to go to the Shaolin Temple to provoke."

"No matter how advanced your swordsmanship is, even if the Great Compassion Zen Master of Shaolin Temple is not your opponent, but you are still just one person, Shaolin Temple has almost a thousand warrior monks, and the martial arts practice to the extreme is only one person who is comparable to dozens of people, can you still beat nearly a thousand warrior monks alone?"

However, Zhou Yi said: "If I don't go, can I really see Lu Xiaofeng die." ”

Sikong Xingxing hurriedly said: "We can wait for the Tang Sect to come up with the antidote." ”

Hua Manlou also persuaded: "Brother Zhou, don't take risks!" ”

Zhou Yi waved his hand and said, "Needless to say, I have made up my mind." ”

With that, he turned and went back to the door.

Seeing this, Sikong Xingxing and Hua Manlou saw this, and their faces were full of sorrow.

The honest monk also sighed and said, "This time, it's really a monk's sin." ”

He prides himself on being honest, however, being honest sometimes means being open-mouthed.

If he hadn't said to Chan about Lu Xiaofeng's poisoning, let alone Zhou Yi's efforts to find an antidote for Lu Xiaofeng, he wouldn't have been seized by Chan and arranged a conspiracy for Zhou Yi.

The reactions of the three people in the inn hall will not be said for the time being, and Zhou Yi will be said after returning to the room.

At this moment, his eyes were full of eager brilliance.

"Shaolin Temple, is there a place in the world that is more worthy of the origin of martial arts than Shaolin Temple, the sentence that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin may be exaggerated, but there are definitely six or seven points."

The reason why the Shaolin Temple is strong is because of its deep history.

A martial art, even if it is only the most unpopular dealer at the beginning, but if it can be continuously refined for nearly a thousand years and innovated by generations of wizards, it can be ranked among the first-class martial arts in the rivers and lakes no matter what.

Any martial arts stunt of Shaolin Temple, taken outside, is enough to be used as a Zhenshan martial arts at the level of the founding of the mountain.

So, how could Zhou Yi not want to see it.

Going to Shaolin Temple here may be his second great harvest after getting Ye Gucheng's Flying Immortals and Ximen Blowing Snow Swordsmanship.

If he can comprehend the countless Shaolin stunts accumulated over thousands of years, it will be of incredible help to him to create the fifteenth sword that should not exist in the world.

It was also during the day when Zhou Yi was about to go to Shaolin Temple.

For some reason, this news spread ten, ten, and hundred......

In just one day, it has spread almost all over the major forces.

After Zhou Yi got the news, he smiled disdainfully: "The old bald donkey has a lot of thoughts. ”

You don't have to think about it, you know that Zen is behind the scenes.

There are so many lay disciples in Shaolin Temple that it can be said that they are intertwined, and almost half of the famous people in the rivers and lakes have a bit of friendship with Shaolin.

Therefore, under the impetus of Zen Youxin, this news spread amazingly fast.

His move was nothing more than an attempt to force Zhou Yi to the end of the road.

Now that everyone in the rivers and lakes knows about this, if Zhou Yi flinched, then his reputation would be completely stinky in the rivers and lakes.

Zen is to force Zhou Yi to go to Shaolin Temple to ambush his crimes.

Three days after this news broke, several Zen monks also returned to the Shaolin Temple.

In fact, this matter was just a private proposition he made, and he had not said it to anyone in the temple.

He himself went down the mountain only to investigate the cause of Bitter Gourd's death.

This move was a ploy that he came up with after investigating and clarifying that the murderer of the bitter gourd was indeed Zhou Yi.

Now, Zen kneels and sits outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, and he can't kneel for a long time.

He was just the head of the precept hall, but he agreed to come down for the Shaolin Temple, and suddenly put the low-key Shaolin in the center of the rivers and lakes that attracted attention.

He knew he had.

Therefore, he knelt in front of the mountain gate and whispered the confessional scriptures.

At the gate of the mountain, a withered old monk sighed: "Zen brother, why are you bother, get up quickly......"