At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, there have been many people from the rivers and lakes, in addition to the Shaolin monks, there are many people from the rivers and lakes who heard the news and rushed to the rivers and lakes, I heard that the matter has spread on the rivers and lakes, as long as someone recovers the stolen Buddhist scriptures, they will be rewarded by the Shaolin Temple, including the martial arts in the open Prajna Hall.

Unlike the monks in the Dharma Hall who specialize in the study of their own unique skills, the Prajna Hall specializes in the study and practice of various martial arts, and there are also some high-level martial arts in it, some of which are not inferior to the seventy-two stunts.

The people in the rivers and lakes are aware of this, so they are very enthusiastic after hearing the news, and hundreds of people from the rivers and lakes gather near the tomb of the living dead.

But they only dared to stay at the door and not rush into the tomb of the living dead, even if a pretty little girl was guarding the door.

The Tomb of the Living Dead is the residence of the Condor Heroes Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, no one dares to trespass without their permission, Yang Guo is not as good at talking as Guo Jing, and if he dares to trespass, he will be killed directly.

At this time, there was already a senior monk in the Shaolin Temple who took several monks from the Juezi generation to the tomb of the living dead, and the internal force was absorbed into the sound into the tomb of the living dead:

"Shaolin Panruo Hall is the first to cross sorrow, please see the Lord of the Living Dead's Tomb Condor Hero."

The sound came into the tomb, and there was no sound for a long time, and everyone waited impatiently.

Ye Chen was bored and looked around, and suddenly his eyes froze, and when he saw a group of people gathered on one of them, the corners of his mouth suddenly curved slightly.

"It's funny to see acquaintances!"

As if sensing his gaze, one of the people in the group also turned to see him, and was stunned for a moment before suddenly laughing, and strode towards him separately.

Ye Chen also walked out of the crowd of monks, and as soon as he approached the one-armed old man opposite, he smiled and said:

"I didn't expect you to sneak into the Shaolin Temple, and it seems that you are still an official disciple."

He folded his hands with a serious face:

"The poor monk has seen the benefactor in the hollow!"

Behind the one-armed old man was the gray-haired man and Yulong who walked together, the three of them still acted together, Yulong covered his mouth and snickered when he saw him, a pair of beautiful eyes bent like a crescent moon, and the gray-haired man was holding his arms with both hands and his eyes fell on his bare head, he didn't speak, but the corners of his curved lips represented his current mood.

The four of them walked to a corner, and the one-armed old man asked him in a low voice:

"You're in Shaolin Temple, do you know what's going on?"

Ye Chen shook his head:

"To be honest, I don't know, I was in retreat at the time, and I heard the news when I got out."

He paused, then continued:

"But one thing is certain, I believe that the scriptures were not stolen by Jueyuan and the other two teenagers, but by someone else, who was just framed."

"Didn't Monk Jueyuan steal it?"

The one-armed old man pinched his beard, which was not much on his chin, and wondered:

"How can you be so sure?"

Ye Chen smiled and said:

"One of the two people rescued by Jueyuan is Guo Xiang, the youngest daughter of Beixia Guo Jing, and it is impossible for them to steal it based on this."

"What? Guo Jing's daughter is also there? ”

The one-armed old man shook his hand, and a few white whiskers were torn off, grinning and exclaiming:

"Are you sure? How do you know? ”

"Hehe, don't care how I know, you just need to know it's true."

The one-armed old man pondered for a moment and nodded:

"If what you said is true, then the Shaolin Temple is destined to fail to catch people this time, and the tomb of the living dead will never hand over Guo Jing's daughter."

"Hehe," Ye Chen said with a smile: "They still want to arrest people, and they have to explain to Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, why they are chasing and killing Guo Xiang." ”

The one-armed old man still wanted to speak, just at this time, a young woman wearing a white dress and a veil suddenly walked out of the tomb of the living dead, and as soon as she came out, she attracted everyone's attention, to be precise, she was holding a pretty and lovely girl in her hand, followed by Zhang Junbao and the solemn face of the monk Jueyuan.

The young woman walked out of the gate of the tomb of the living dead, glanced left and right, and finally said to the first Shaolin Panruo Hall ten meters away:

"The family teacher is in retreat, so it is inconvenient to invite all Shaolin monks to enter."

Zen Master Du Bei did not despise her because of her young age, and folded his hands and said seriously:

"Dare to ask what the girl is called?"

"The family teacher calls me the Yue girl!"

"Yue Nu benefactor, today the old monk came to fight a lot of offense, but Jueyuan stole the temple scriptures, the temple must be recovered, please forgive me."

The young woman named Yue Nu did not answer Du Bei directly, but led the pretty woman on the right and said to Du Bei:

"Does the Master know her?"

"I don't know her, I only know that she escaped from this temple with Jueyuan."

"Even if you don't know her, why do you think she's also a person who stole the scriptures?"

"This..."

Du Bei hesitated for a moment before saying:

"The temple doesn't know if she stole the scriptures, but she and Jueyuan Zhang Junbao together, of course the temple will arrest them together."

"She is Guo Xiang, the daughter of Beixia Guo Jing and Guo Daxia!"

"What! ...”

Everyone was taken aback, including the head of the Crossing Sorrow in the Panruo Hall, and looked at Guo Xiang with a surprised expression, as if he wanted to take a closer look.

"I'll go, she turned out to be Guo Jing's daughter, this time Shaolin is in trouble."

The one-armed old man looked surprised with a hint of schadenfreude, and the gray-haired man's expression was similar, only Ye Chen was confident, and he looked like he was really like this.

Yue Nu showed Guo Xiang's identity, and then it was out of control, not only the Shaolin monks were shocked and looked incredulous, but the attitude of the surrounding people in the rivers and lakes changed greatly at this time, and there were even bold people who questioned Du Bei:

"Why does Master Du Bei deceive us, if he knew that it was the daughter of Guo Jing's hero, we would definitely not come, if Miss Guo Xiang was injured in the slightest, wouldn't it be a trap for us and other injustices."

He clasped his hands into fists and bowed to the western sky, and said in a deep voice:

"Guo Jing Guo Daxia chivalrous bones, died in Xiangyang for my Han family, admired in the next, hated to fight on the battlefield, Miss Guo Xiang is the daughter of Guo Daxia, family history, I never believe that she will steal Shaolin scriptures."

His words resonated with everyone, and almost all the martial arts people present chanted at the same time:

"I don't believe it either, I must have been mistaken."

The man who spoke first bowed to Du Bei with his hands folded and said:

"Dare to ask the master, has anyone seen Miss Guo Xiang stealing the scriptures?"

Du Bei hesitated again, shook his head and denied:

"No, I didn't."

"Even if I haven't seen it, why do you think that Miss Guo Xiang stole the scriptures, Shaolin Temple is so indiscriminate, fortunately Miss Guo Xiang was not caught by you, otherwise..."

The middle-aged man said with a sad and indignant face:

"Otherwise, Guo Jing and Guo Daxia's reputation in his life will not be humiliated, what is your Shaolin intention?"