Ning Wei picked up the wine jar, poured down the fresh juice again, and poured another glass for Chongxuan. Several elders glared at the cup in front of them, but none of them drank it. I don't know if it's because they're too old to consume this daughter's wine, or because they're taken by Chongxuan's young and blooming edge, they sigh in vain, but it's a little desolate at sunset, and they can't drink this bottle of wine anymore.

In the face of the sharp-edged young people, the old people always have some emotion. The more emotional, the more I like to quietly recall the scene of my youth, but unexpectedly, in this memory, even the last bit of pride is consumed. Only under the reflection of the sun can we perceive the bleakness of fireflies, which is an eternal truth. In this dark night when no one broke through, the five elders were like tombs piled up with a crown of flowers, lifeless and magnificent.

Chongxuan slowly held up the wine glass and slowly rotated it, letting the temperature of his palm warm the wine glass, so that the fragrance of his daughter Hong's long-term cellar was vaporized by his body qi and floated into his sense of smell. Chongxuan closed his eyes slightly, letting the damp meaning gradually fill his senses, and then enveloped them with silk. He would rather let himself indulge in the wandering touch for a moment, and pay no attention to all the disturbances of the earth. The smell of wine is like the car of Xihe driven by a dragon, and it has violently carried over the overseas immortal mountain mirage, and it has become a palace of the sea where the autumn gods rest. He stood alone in the midst of all this, and was baptized by the purest light. He slowly spit out a string of words: "Has Shangguan Hong gone?" ”

Ning Wei immediately put away the coquettish smile on his face and replied solemnly: "I have gone, I must have entered the Shaolin Temple now!" ”

Chongxuan closed his eyes and nodded, and drank the glass of wine in one gulp!

The fire that soared to the sky was not so easy to stop, although more than 1,000 monks of Shaolin Temple tried their best to rescue them, but where could they return to the sky. Those monks were well aware of the importance of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to the Shaolin Temple, and they all did their best to carry water to fight the fire. However, there is no well in Shaolin Temple, and the daily drinking water is carried from the mountain stream two miles away. At this time, in a panic, this two-mile road is like the sea and the sky are far away, which is in response to the old saying: far water can't quench the thirst of the near. The ordinary monks were still hurriedly transporting buckets of water over with great difficulty, but the scripture pavilion, which was built entirely of wood, crashed down from the sky like a volcano collapsed!

The monks who were busy fighting the fire immediately became a mess. The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was huge, and at this time it burned through and collapsed, and all the surrounding hundreds of zhang were all gray flames. The monks who were fighting the fire were tightly surrounded and were crushed by the burnt wooden pillars, and dozens of people were seriously injured. The shouting and shouting when fighting the fire immediately turned into the sound of scolding and scolding desperately. The prayers of great mercy and relief for the suffering resounded.

In ancient times, the three treasures of Buddhism were emphasized, namely Buddha, Dharma and Sangha, and this monk was also listed as a treasure, I am afraid that a big part of it is because they usually sit upright, dress brightly, and sing difficult but beautiful Buddhist scriptures in a subdued voice. The monks are particular about doing Buddhist things when the voice is loud, there is a stick to drink, the function of the lion's roar, can be deaf, more destined people, so the monks of Shaolin Temple in the deep-rooted reverence for such as lai, they have practiced a good voice every day and year, so as to relieve the world and pull out the suffering. At this time, the first truth of the four truths is eulogized, which really has the function of resounding and curbing the clouds, vibrating the sound of gold and jade, and the power of stopping the rain and startling the crane, the howling tiger and the ape, which makes people sigh that Shaolin Temple is really the first Zen temple in the world, and the suffering of the world and the mystery of Buddhism are understood very thoroughly.

The four black-clothed old monks stared blankly at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that had fallen to the ground, and their faces full of old skins were reflected in the flickering firelight, bright and dark, full of mottled shadows. The glory of the Shaolin Temple, just like this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, also fell to the ground with a fire, which they could not imagine. The glory of Qianqiu made them really unable to imagine that this was true, and their withered hearts really couldn't accept such a reality for a while!

But they have to accept it. In this night, the master of the ten directions of the genius of the heavens died, and the Tibetan scripture pavilion that was the root of the temple was burned, as if the heavens were tired of the endless Sanskrit chanting of the Shaolin Temple, and waved his hand, so that all this came to naught. The black-clothed old monk at the head couldn't help but clench his fists, his thin knuckles were white and protruding, and his clothes shook together with the true qi that was stirred by his anger. He said word by word: "Heaven, Luo, Teaching!" He slammed his palm on the ground in front of him. The large gray dust was stirred up by his palm, and pressed down towards the collapsing fire. The force of the palm rolled up the air around it, emitting a series of sharp sounds of evil.

Zen Master Shidu and Zen Master Shihong walked over with a bitter face, and said: "Uncle, today Shaolin Temple suffered this great shame, please Uncle Shi is our master." ”

The old monk slowly withdrew his palm and said, "For more than a thousand years, this temple has been promoted as the leader of the righteous path of the rivers and lakes, but we are monks, and we have two little material desires, and we have less control over the affairs of the rivers and lakes. In recent decades, he has devoted himself to Buddhism and abandoned the practice of martial arts, and now he has been bullied by the Demon Sect! If today's revenge is not avenged, how can Shaolin Temple gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes again? ”

His eyes flickered, and his thin and short body gradually exuded a knife-like murderous aura, and the Tenth Degree Zen Master couldn't help but shudder, he quietly lowered his head, avoiding the fierce gaze of the black-clothed old monk: "Just ask Uncle Shi to uphold justice." ”

The old monk nodded. Suddenly, his eyes flashed coldly, and he looked coldly in the direction of the Discipline Academy, and his voice was equally cold: "Who is the master of our temple?" Get down! ”

As soon as he spoke, the robes of the four black-clothed old monks waved out at the same time, and a cold rush swept out, spilling towards the high wall of the Discipline Academy. These four old monks are the only remaining "bitter" generation of Zen masters in Shaolin Temple, and have always been highly respected, never expected that in their later years, they would see the Shaolin Temple they have always been proud of, almost burned to the ground for others! This resentment accumulates in the chest, and it is really uncomfortable. At this time, I found that the temple had an uninvited guest again, where was I willing to be tolerant? A move is a powerful move.

The energy of the four of them climbed and surged, and they couldn't help but grow and grow, like a dragon god walking rain, turning bigger and bigger, and when they reached the side of the high wall, they had already brought a loud roar and flew away! I heard a short exclamation from a man on the other side of the wall, and there was no more sound.

The old monk sneered: "The little one, come to spy too!" "How strong is the strength of the four of them, although this river and lake is big, although there has always been a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, no one can take them together. The man who is on the other wall must be so dead that he can never die again!

I heard a crisp children's voice outside the wall: "Big bully, shameless ......" I saw a red shadow flash, and a short figure stood on the wall, stretching out his arms on the high wall, swaying, like a naughty boy walking on a rope.

In the light of the fire, it turned out to be an eleven or twelve-year-old child. The child was pink, with two braids on his head, and the ends of the braids were tied with a red ribbon, shaking and shaking, and he looked very cute. He had a grin on his face, and his big eyes were blinking, full of mischievousness. A bright red brocade robe covered his whole body, the brocade robe was very wide, and it looked extremely bloated on him, and he was like a red child, which made people cherish him, and he was almost about to reach out, pat him on the head, and gently tell him that this was a martial arts battle, and let him go home quickly, so as not to worry about his parents.

The old monk's pupils contracted, and his eyes were blazing, staring at the red child's body. Master Shihong was secretly surprised, tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, and he didn't understand why this kid would make Uncle Shi pay so much attention. The old monk at the head said: "When the distinguished guests come to the door, the old monk does not welcome him from afar, which is really neglectful." ”

The red boy smiled, "You're welcome. He tiptoed, took a few steps against the high wall, and said, "It's very lively and fun here, I'll come and have fun." ”

The old monk stared at him, his eyes wandered with his figure, and slowly responded: "There are many interesting places in Shaolin Temple, can I send someone to take you there?" ”

The red boy clapped his hands and laughed, "Very good! If you slip away and don't take me there, I won't follow me! As soon as he lifted his footsteps, he was about to come down from the high wall. The old monk at the head stared at him, and Xitu could see his sect and cultivation from his body.

Seeing the red shadow flash, the red boy had already fallen to the old monk's side, pulled his sleeve, raised his red little face, and said with a smile: "Is there a lion in your temple?" Are there any elephants? Well, if not, a few dried corpses would be fine, I like to play with that thing the most. He kept asking, but the old monk's face became more and more sunk. The red shadow flashed, and the child's body was not very fast, but his eyes were full of that fiery red shadow, as if covered with an extremely strange fog! This surprise is really extraordinary, and the old monk can't help but be shocked!

The red boy smiled and said, "What, don't you want to go all of a sudden?" Mom told me that children will grow tails when they lie! ”

Without waiting for the old monk to answer, the red boy continued: "Don't you like to see dried corpses? The dried corpse is the most fun, grinning teeth, but it can't even move. The old monk snorted, as if he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Shi Hong hurriedly replied on the side: "There are lions and white elephants in the Shaolin Temple, but there are no dried corpses. ”

The red boy blinked and said, "There must be!" The last time I went to Bamba Tipo Monastery, they had dried corpses. Their temple is much smaller than the Shaolin Temple, but there are a lot of dried corpses, and you must have them, but you just won't show me. ”

Shi Hong was so entangled by him that he couldn't do it, and said: "There are no corpses in our temple, but there are a lot of wood carvings, all of which are grinning, I'll take you there later, okay?" ”

The old monk suddenly raised his hand and said, "Shi Hong......" He was going to tell Shi Hong not to say any more, just to take this pestering child away, but suddenly found a very strange thing!

He clearly felt in his mind that his left hand had been raised, drawing an arc in the air, pointing to the Shihong Zen Master standing on the side, but as far as his eyes could reach, he could see that his left hand was attached to his side peacefully, motionless! This huge difference between what his brain thinks and what he sees instantly tears his mind in half, and his mind seems to be pulled out of his body by force, while being tortured by thorns and thistles, while watching his body be occupied by ugly demons, doing things that he never wants to see!

The old monk's eyes flashed with a hint of horror, and suddenly an extremely graceful feeling came from his fingertips, like a golden snake swimming away, and a butterfly and cicada molting, quickly spreading all over his body. It was a strange feeling, and he knew that it would be very bad to go on like this, but his body rejoiced and tried to welcome it. What's even more terrifying is that this feeling actually merged with his true qi, and as soon as he rushed, he entered his Mud Pill Palace and Dantian!

The horror on his face gradually set, and at last even his eyes were replaced by a granite-like color, and his mind was invisibly shattered by the tremendous force of this feeling, and he completely lost control of this body!

The red boy clapped his hands and said, "Who said you don't have a dry corpse here?" Isn't that what it is? ”

He suddenly took out a small box from his sleeve, and his laughter became gloomy and sharp: "Ning Xian really didn't lie to me, as long as he is stained with this pure void and sweetness, he will definitely become a dry corpse." Didn't all the 147 monks of the Bamba Tipo Monastery become dried corpses like this? ”

The smile on his face was extremely happy, and he gently pulled the sleeve of the old monk's coat, and his eyes were full of excitement. Although he did the most vicious thing in the world, the expression on his face was the most innocent, as if it was just a child's game, occasionally touching a branch with dewy flowers.

Another old monk shuddered, and said in a dumb voice: "What happened to Senior Brother Kuhang?" ”

The red boy smiled and said, "Is he called Kuhang?" No, he changed his name later, and he was called Corpse Thirty-One. He's fine, I'm going to take it home. ”

He sighed and said, "It's a pity that I met him late, and I already have thirty playing corpses." Or he can at least call a corpse eighteen, a corpse seventeen or something. ”

The old monk refused to believe it, and said loudly, "You...... You...... You...... You killed Senior Brother Kuhang? ”

Red Boy smiled: "He's not dead, he's just grinning, but he can't move!" ”

The old monk shouted angrily: "Presumptuous! He slammed his palm up, and struck the red boy with one palm! The other two monks saw that the child was really thin and young, and that he respected his identity, so they refused to deal with him with the force of three people. But the old monk is a high monk of the "bitter" generation, and his cultivation is extraordinary, and this angry shot is really extraordinary. He struck out with a palm, and his five fingers suddenly popped away, and the palm force suddenly divided into five sharp ones, like five round monsters with solid horns, and slammed into the red child's head.

The red boy suddenly sat down on the ground and cried, "You bully me! Bully me! The old monk of Shaolin Temple is bullying! Woo woo ...... "I cried very miserably, and tears poured down one after another, and I actually poured into the ocean at once."

This sat down, and the old monk's angry palm actually hit the air. The boy wept so much that he wiped his whole face with flowers. Suddenly, he suddenly threw himself over, hugged the old monk's legs, buried his face in the old monk's robe, and cried arrogantly in his mouth.

This action has no internal force at all, but it exposes the vital points of his whole body to the hands of his fierce opponents, which is really scheming, just like a child sprinkling.

When the old monk saw him like this, he couldn't hit it with his second palm. The red boy didn't care about him, and cried higher than the other. After crying a few more times, he suddenly pushed him away, sat on the ground and laughed.

The old monk frowned, not knowing why he was crying and laughing. The red boy said in a dumb voice: "Poor Shaolin Temple's master of bitterness, there will be no more people like you in the rivers and lakes since then!" His voice changed and became hoarse and old, as if he were older than the Master of Bitterness. Together with his sweet childlike face, it forms an extremely strange picture.

The old monk said, "Do you know me?" ”

The red boy laughed, and the old voice hovered over the Shaolin Temple, like a ghost crying at night, extremely sad. His body suddenly twisted extremely strangely, and his originally thin body skyrocketed by a foot!

The pupils of the Master of Bitterness contracted suddenly, and he groaned, "Bone Reduction Technique? Are you a clavicle shemale? Shangguan Hong? ”

Shangguan Hong laughed endlessly, and said hatefully: "There are soulless flowers in your tears, there are shocking fragrances, bitter feelings, you are finally not wronged in your death!" ”

With his poignant words, the body of the Master of Bitterness gradually glowed with a green color. The hissing sound was slightly released, and a large black halo actually grew from his skin for no reason, and in a moment, it broke away from the shackles of his skin, burst and bloomed, and quickly protruded more than two inches! The Master of Bitterness shouted angrily, his palms flew, and he rushed towards Shangguan Hong! This appearance really looks like hell in disguise at night, and it is extremely terrifying.

Shangguan Hong looked at him coldly, motionless. The Master of Bitterness rushed a few more steps, and his palms were about to hit Shangguan Hong's face, but as soon as his body was weak, he was only a fraction of a mile away, and he could no longer hand out his palms. The true qi on his body disappeared quickly, and finally his body went weak and fell at Shangguan Hong's feet! Master Kuhang was clear and sweet, his body was stiff and he couldn't turn a bit, but he softened into a puddle of mud, like the bones of his whole body, all of which were melted away by the Lost Soul Flower and the Amazing Incense!

The remaining two old monks were stunned, and suddenly shouted: "Kill! The black clothes cracked the air, and the two monks flew like eagles, and pounced on Shangguan Hong!

Shangguan was dressed in red and red, and a somersault tumbled over a high wall. only heard the sound of "snort" twice, and his two sleeves were torn off by the old monk in black. The two old monks didn't stop, their bodies circled, they changed positions like lightning left and right, and then volleyed towards Shangguan Hong!

Shangguan Hong laughed crisply, and resumed the sweet childlike voice: "Have you forgotten my cry?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly a figure shook, and thirty people appeared on the high wall at the same time. Their body skills are extremely fast, and they seem to be no less than the old monks in black. But these people all had cold faces and no expressions. Shangguan Hong shouted: "Shadow of the Secret Demon! Go ahead! Kill! ”

The wind whirled, and the thirty jumped down at the same time. The strength was criss-crossed, and with the ability of the two black-clothed old monks, they couldn't help but be forced down by the volley, and staggered back a few steps! The thirty Shadow of the Secret Demon glanced coldly at all the monks with their pale eyes, and suddenly struck out at the same time, revealing the entire skull!

Immediately, there was a strange "buzzing" sound, cracking the entire Shaolin Temple, but there was nothing, this secret sound was like an evil demon descending into the world, evil and demonic, not yet killed, has taken the soul first!