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The red sun is rising, the light is like a wisp of hot spring shining down from the sky, and the whole earth exudes a gentle and vigorous vitality.

However, in the Songshan Shaolin Temple, the atmosphere is unusually dignified and cold.

In the Daxiong Hall Square.

Nearly 1,000 Shaolin Temple warrior monks led by Xuan Ci, Xuan Lone, and Xuan Nan, armed with various weapons such as magic wands, crescent shovels, Qi Mei sticks, ring knives, and meridian swords, all looked at the fully armed officers and soldiers who were constantly pouring out around them with solemn faces.

At this moment, the monks who didn't know the truth looked at each other, and they didn't know why these thousands of officers and soldiers suddenly broke into the temple in the early morning?

It stands to reason that with the prestige of Shaolin Temple in today's martial arts, once a senior monk travels, the local officials have to be polite when they see it, and they must call a master before speaking, and the lower-level officials and soldiers are even more respectful when they see it.

But now these thousands of officers and soldiers, all fierce and vicious, with swords in their hands, their eyes shining, looking at them as if they were robbers, just waiting for an order, they will come to arrest.

The monks were very puzzled.

"Amitabha, fellow soldiers, I don't know what is the important matter of entering the temple early in the morning?" Xuan Ci clasped his hands together and said loudly: "If you need help from the Shaolin Temple, please just ask, the monks of the temple will definitely go all out!" ”

At this time, he saw that all the people who broke into the temple were officials and soldiers, and there was no civilian official in it, and he immediately felt that these people should have nothing to do with that incident when they came to Shaolin Temple, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Old monk, are you the abbot of Shaolin?" Sheng Shi carried the big knife of the mountain, came out of the crowd, and asked coldly.

"Exactly, the old man's name is Xuan Ci, I don't know where the donor is on an errand? Is there anything important that you need help from the Shaolin Temple? Xuan Ci heard this person's disdainful tone, his eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly in his heart, with his highly respected status in the martial arts, he would be asked coldly by a nobody, and he wanted to ask the source at the moment, and settle the account after the autumn!

"Shout, you want to ask me where I am on an errand? Do you want to punish me for my sins through my superiors? Ha ha...... I know that your Shaolin Temple family has a great cause, and its power is even more prestigious, but I am alone, and I am not afraid of you at all, and our brothers are not afraid either! Sheng Shi laughed loudly: "Right? Brothers? ”

"Haha, what Commander Sheng said is so right, I am waiting for a rotten life, ready to go to the battlefield to sacrifice my life for the country at any time, what is there to fear about the threat!" Thousands of officers and soldiers around shouted in unison, resounding throughout Shaomu Mountain.

"Brother said it well! Haha......" Sheng Shi raised the mountain opening knife and laughed wildly.

Without waiting for Xuan Ci to speak, the first Xuan Yan of the Dharma Academy came out, pointed at Sheng Shi, and shouted: "Donor... Donor, what do you want to bring an army to besiege my Shaolin Temple today? ”

"What do you mean, the military master doesn't understand, we just think that the environment in the Shaolin Temple is good, and the brothers want to live here for a few days." Master Sheng smiled, "What? Will you not agree? ”

The reason why he is so messing around is not arrogant, but delaying time, and he has just been instructed by Ji An to let him stabilize the time of this group of monks here.

When the first seat of the Discipline Academy heard this, he immediately shouted: "No! Shaolin Temple is a quiet place for Buddhism, how can you rude men stay at will! ”

"Humph! Rude man? A quiet place for Buddhism? Sheng Shi sneered: "I don't care what quiet place you have, Shaomu Mountain is the land of the Great Song Dynasty, today my brothers and I want to camp on our own territory, how dare you disagree?" ”

After speaking, he calculated the time in his heart, and felt that it was almost over, so he immediately raised the mountain opening sword and shouted loudly: "All the troops listen to the order!" ”

"Drink!"

"Drink!"

“……”

In an instant, the surrounding 1,400 sword and shield soldiers erected their shields and raised their broadswords, and the cold light on the blade was shining; Fifteen hundred crossbowmen, standing up lunges, arrows on bowstrings, bending bows and pulling arrows, the sharp air of the arrows is permeated; Six hundred pikemen, raising their guns in array, spears like a forest, people dare not look directly.

Surrounded by nearly a thousand Shaolin monks, where have they seen such a military formation, immediately changed their complexions, except for the high-level of the Xuanzi generation, other ordinary monks, some screamed, their bodies were soft, and they fell to the ground, and some were already trembling, cold sweat flowed, and some timid monks threw down their weapons and wanted to escape, but were forced back by the shield soldiers.

Seeing that a bloody battle was about to be staged, Xuan Ci hurriedly ran to the front of the battle regardless of the identity of the abbot and shouted: "Donor... No... General, calm down! Don't act rashly! Don't be reckless! Don't be reckless! ”

At this moment, he was terrified, terrified to the extreme, if this once the fight started, no matter whose fault it was, their Shaolin Temple would be equivalent to the enemy of the Great Song Dynasty, and the temple that had been established for more than 500 years would be destroyed in a flash, and their monks would be finished.

Although they are strong in martial arts and may be able to escape for their lives, sooner or later they will be chased to death by the officials and soldiers and the people in the rivers and lakes.

For him, it is no longer a question of the level of martial arts and whether he can move his hands or not, but to persuade these soldiers first.

"What should you not do?"

Just when the atmosphere around them was solemn to the extreme, a light laugh came, this voice was empty and far away, as if it came from the sky, and whispered softly in their ears,

"Who?"

Before everyone could turn their heads to look, they heard a few more roars of fighting.

"Boom......" Several wind-breaking sounds sounded, and several figures flew in mid-air.

These people were too fast, and everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and saw them appear in the array, and hurriedly looked, only to see four men and three women surrounding a thin old monk with an old face, a few white beards under his forehead, wearing a green robe, and holding a broom.

These four men and three women are Ji An, Xiao Feng, Wu Yazi, Li Canghai, Li Qiushui, Wu Xingyun, and Jiu Mozhi.

When Ji An just entered the Shaolin Temple, he was afraid that the sweeping monk would escape under the induction, so he ordered Sheng Shi to lead the soldiers and horses to surround the Shaolin monk and stabilize it for a quarter of an hour, and the seven of them went to capture the sweeping monk.

When Xuan Ci, Xuan Lonely, and Xuan Nan saw the sweeping monk who was surrounded, their faces suddenly changed, and they hurriedly glanced at each other, as if they were communicating, and quickly nodded.

"Amitabha, I don't know why your benefactors came to our temple?" Xuan Ci clasped his hands together and never mentioned the sweeping monk who was surrounded.

"It's still loading! What a hypocrite! Seeing their eye movements, Ji An shook his head, sneered in his heart, turned his head and said, "Second brother, go and pull the old thief out and make an appearance!" ”

Listening to Ji An's words, Xuan Ci frowned slightly, not knowing what this person meant, and other senior monks of the Xuanzi generation were also whispering.

Xiao Feng stared at Xuan Ci deeply, flew into the formation, and after a few breaths, he came back again, and brought a hemp bag, and threw it to the center of the field, and the hemp bag made a muffled snort.

The sweeping monk with a wrinkled face immediately turned blue and looked like an evil ghost.

"Come on, old thief! Let everyone see your face! ”

Ji An stretched out his grasp, and a golden dragon claw appeared, scratching through the hemp bag.

Everyone stared at it, and saw an old man in tattered clothes, with a pale face, and a look of horror rolling out of the sack.

"It's... Admire... Murong Bo? Xuan Ci and other senior monks' faces changed greatly.

"Boer ......"

Taking advantage of the distraction of everyone, the sweeping monk's figure flashed, came to Murong Bo's side, picked him up and clamped him under his armpit, and with a little footstep, he was about to fly away.

"Old thief, go there!" (To be continued.) )