August 15 is the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The osmanthus is fragrant, and the autumn breeze is cool.

And on this day, the heroes gathered on Shaomuro Mountain, gathered together, and it was not lively.

Crowded, you can see heroes from all over the world, or chatting with friends they know well, and there are also whispers, talking about the drastic changes that have taken place in the Great Song Dynasty over the past few days.

After all, the Fangla uprising is so widely implicated and so large-scale, it is really rare!

And these martial arts people, although they don't like to get involved in the curves above the court, they are extremely curious about all kinds of gossip, and they exchange information they know.

"Hey! Have you heard, this time the beggar gang leader Qiao led the four Dharma Protector Elders to come to the meeting, it is said that he intends to take the head of Fang La's Xiang Shang, and avenge Elder Xu, as well as the two elders who pass on their merits and enforce the law. ”

"Shhh, I don't want to live anymore, that one has now occupied the land of the four continents, and even the imperial court can't help it, I plan to send someone to sue for peace, row the river and rule, dare to talk about him, aren't you afraid of being put on the neck by a knife one day?"

"Hey, in today's world, first the Manichaeism rose up, and then the three kingdoms of Dali, Tubo, and Xixia joined forces to attack the border of our Great Song Dynasty, you say, what if this is ......."

"Ahem, brother Tai is cautious, cautious!"

And just when the heroes were talking, in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the heads and elders of Shaolin led by Xuan Ci gathered together.

"Senior Brother Abbot, these heroes of the rivers and lakes are gathering here, it is really too chaotic, and even in the past few days, many people have tried to break into my Shaolin forbidden land, and there are disputes with warrior monks, it is really ......"

The person who spoke was an old monk in his fifties, who was Qiao Feng's mentor, Xuan Ku.

Thanks to Su Zimo's involvement, Qiao Feng's life experience has been covered up to this day, and as soon as Xiao Yuanshan died, Xuan Ku also escaped the fate in the original book and survived.

"Not bad!"

As soon as Xuan Ku opened his mouth, he immediately got a lot of people to meet, and the first Xuan Lin of the Shaolin Discipline Academy even opened his mouth: "These people in the rivers and lakes, good and bad, these days, more than ten battles broke out before and after, my Shaolin quiet place, it is simply a black miasma!" ”

"Hey, junior brothers, don't be impatient."

In this regard, Xuan Ci also shook his head and smiled bitterly, his face was a little ugly.

He knew that although the two of them were talking about those who came to Shaolin, the reason for this was caused by his proposal to hold a hero conference.

"I Shaolin is the leader of the righteous path, and now it is the time when the Great Song Dynasty is in turmoil, how can I turn a blind eye, if there is really a day, the country overturns, where are we?"

"This ......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent.

Since the establishment of Shaolin Temple, after several wars, but it is standing, in addition to its own profound heritage, is every time, Shaolin is standing in the right position.

At the end of the Sui Dynasty and the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, there was a precedent of eighteen stick monks saving the Tang King.

Later, Shaolin was even more favored and courteous, not only won a large number of monks and rewards, but also was allowed to form monks and soldiers.

And now, Xuan Ci's intention is to press the foundation of Shaolin for thousands of years on the national fortune of the Great Song Dynasty.

If the imperial court can successfully survive this catastrophe, then in the future, Shaolin will naturally be indispensable for all kinds of blessings and rewards, and thousands of acres of fertile land.

If you can't make it......

Then the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism for hundreds of years is afraid that it will also face the fate of closing the mountain and retreating.

It can be said that this is a big gamble that pressed the century-old foundation of Shaolin and the lives of thousands of monks in the temple!

"Since the abbot has decided, then I have nothing to say, I just hope that I, Shaolin, can survive this catastrophe."

"Amitabha."

For a while, in the hall of the Great Majesty, there was a loud sound of singing.

…………

"It's finally here, Shaolin ......"

Looking at Shaomu Mountain not far away, Su Zimo's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of complexity.

This is also his second time in Shaolin.

"Young Palace Master?"

Mei Jian on the side also sensed that something was wrong, and couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

"It's nothing, let's go up the mountain."

As a few people set foot on Shaomu Mountain, they also saw a lot of people in the rivers and lakes along the way.

However, when these people saw Su Zimo's outfit as a son-in-law, as well as the four Meilan Zhuju who followed around, they also showed a little curiosity.

Just think it is a rich young master of which family, come to Shaolin Temple to incense.

It is all the way unimpeded to the halfway point of the mountain.

At this time, Su Zimo also sensed that something was wrong, and when he looked into the distance, he also sensed an incomparably vast aura coming from the direction of the back mountain.

If the breath of these people in the rivers and lakes is like a candle flame, then this breath is the brilliant day in the sky.

Characters of this level.

Su Zimo only felt it once with Zhang Sanfeng when he was in Wudang Mountain.

"Interesting, sweeping monk......

Ignoring the curious glances of the people in the rivers and lakes around him, Su Zimo turned his head, greeted Mei Jian and the others, and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

At this moment, a hurried sound of horses' hooves sounded.

"Da-da, da-da-da!"

But I saw a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, although his clothes were slightly ragged, but his whole body revealed a formidable courage, and behind this person, he followed more than ten beggar disciples in a row, all with nine pockets around his waist.

Among the beggars, the level is distinguished by the number of waist pockets, from one to nine, and the nine bags are the elder-level characters under the gang leader and deputy gang leader.

As for the identity of the leader, it is also about to come out.

It is Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang!

"It's getting more and more interesting, even Qiao Feng is here."

Seeing Qiao Feng coming from afar, Su Zimo's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and he said quietly: "But also, Qiao Gang Leader, who has always been righteous and thin, will naturally not be a wall-to-wall watch in this situation." ”

Although Su Zimo admires Qiao Feng's personality very much, he is not the kind of person who can't distinguish his position.

Whether it is instructing Fang La and others to revolt, or uniting the three kingdoms of Dali, Western Xia, and Tubo to attack the Great Song Dynasty, or plotting to restore the country, once these things are leaked.

In any case, between him and Qiao Feng, they are enemies of life and death.

As the saying goes, the hero of the enemy is the enemy of mine.

If it was really a situation of life and death, Su Zimo would not have any softness towards Qiao Feng because of this.

"But speaking of which, Shaolin held a heroic conference, it stands to reason that Fang La and they should also send people to come, and at the worst they should also send a few spies to investigate the situation, is it ......?"

Looking at this group of majestic Shaomu Mountain, Su Zimo frowned slightly, and curiously sensed the surroundings, but found a trace of unusual atmosphere, hooked the corners of his mouth, and muttered: "I see." ”

(End of chapter)