Needless to say, it is the Shaolin Temple that escaped from the large and small monks, under the leadership of Zhang Huen, only more than 1,900 Shaolin monks along the way and lost, escaped, sick and lost a small half, some monks and he disagreed, since the south of Shaolin, some monks are unwilling to obey the command of a lay disciple, since the Wutai Mountain, Tiantai Mountain, Lushan and other temples to go, to Suzhou monks only 216 people, Among them, except for Fang Zheng and Master Fang Sheng, they are all monks with small characters, and among these monks, Dharma monks account for one hundred and eighty-four.

Their identity is no longer Shaolin disciples, six days ago the rivers and lakes rumored that the Zhonghua Mountain faction burned the Shaolin foundation, those monks have fought and died, even the sweeping monk is not in the Huashan faction of the former army of ten thousand horses, listen to the grapevine, they trapped the sweeping monk in the Dharma cave, closed with smoke and fire burning stones, it took three days to spread the rumors of the sweeping monk passed away.

A group of monks stood under the largest restaurant in Suzhou, and all the silver tickets swept by Zhang Huen were used by them along the way, and finally bought dry food steamed buns, ready to find Suzhou. Top. Dot. The ruined temple outside the city is temporarily sheltered from the wind and rain.

Seeing these monks nibbling on steamed buns and cakes, thinking of their privileged life in Shaolin, Zhang Huen shook his head, where to settle down with such a large team, it is a problem.

The martial arts people who came and went looked at this group of monks who destroyed the door with different expressions, but no one dared to fight their ideas, Shaolin Temple has a deep accumulation, and the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, who knows if there is a master among these monks?

"Mo Chou, the forces in Suzhou also look complicated?"

Zhang Huen whispered, and Mo Chou drank a cup of tea. Driving the sneaky characters that keep appearing in the streets and alleys, say:

"Suzhou Pingtong Dart Bureau, Eight Immortal Sword Gate, Pudu Temple, Shenquan Gate, Haisha Gang, Youlong Gang, Duxian Sect, these seven sects have joined forces to fight against Yanziwu, and everyone has their own thoughts, can they not be chaotic?"

Disorderly. Of course, a group of monks with clean robes, with gold-edged robes draped over the leader of the monks have come around, the Wu Dynasty is no longer good, the monks have nowhere to lead, the people in the martial arts are eating themselves, occupy a mountain to pull a tiger skin to eat locally and go south to the north along the way to rob the bandits have spread all over the world, such as Pudu Temple, which occupies the southern city of Suzhou, has completely lost the significance of Buddhism, and the second- and third-rate sects on the rivers and lakes have fallen into the whirlpool of land grabbing.

"Are you Shaolin disciples who escaped from Shaolin Mountain?"

You're welcome. The Shaolin monks kept silent, and Zhang Huen was waiting for everything big and small, he walked out, looked at these monks, and said:

"What are you waiting for?"

"We'll let you come over."

"What is your host, you don't even say a word of invitation?"

"How daring!"

The leading monk shouted loudly and said:

"You lost dogs dare to be arrogant here。。。。。。"

"Smack!"

Zhang Huen slapped his palm in the air, and the golden monk flew out in one fell swoop. As soon as the monks who were traveling with them saw them move, they immediately beat them with sticks. Zhang Huen flipped a few, and as soon as he retreated, Mo Chou's ice spirit silver needle swept over, and immediately there were dozens of ice sculptures on the scene.

"Demon monk and witch, it's a demon monk and witch!"

The martial arts people present recognized the iconic martial arts of the two and exclaimed one after another. The remaining monks hurriedly ran away, Fang Zheng and Fang Sheng took a group of monks to meditate on Amitabha, Zhang Huen smiled:

"Chase! When there was no place to eat, they came to provoke me, and they should be plotted by us. ”

A group of monks followed them to Nancheng. After walking for about half an hour on the road, this Pudu Temple is in a very lively street, and it is found that a group of people have gathered from a distance, but it is the other six sects that heard about the demon monks and witches, and they all came to support the Pudu Temple. Xiong Yuanxian, the chief dart head of the Pingtong Dart Bureau, relied on his connections on the scene, and stood in front of everyone with a golden sword, shouting:

"As the so-called strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, you are high monks from the west, do you want to treat martial arts fellows so rudely?"

"Get out of here!"

Zhang Huen was annoyed when he saw him, stretched out his hand and pointed, Xiong Yuanxian hurriedly held the knife to block, and pointed at the thick knife surface, the big knife was immediately broken into two, Xiong Yuanxian looked at the broken knife in his hand, looked frightened, and roared:

"Outsiders are bullying locals, brothers are side by side."

Turning around, he saw that no one dared to move, he felt faceless, scolded a soft bone angrily, and left with the dart masters under the door, and the remaining heads of the sect saw that the other party was extremely skilled, and he was not an opponent at all, so he hurriedly got out of the way, and only said:

"They are all fellow martial artists, don't hurt your harmony."

Zhang Huen led the monks into the Pudu Temple, before they could take a closer look, they heard the sound of the whirring wind, dozens of sticks beckoned towards them, Zhang Huen sneered, the ring knife waved, the fiery red flame immediately burned all the sticks, crackled was divided into two sections, and fell to the ground with a bang, the young monks looked at the broken stick in their hands, and were speechless, Qi Qi took a few steps back, and an elderly monk walked out with the support of the disciple, and said:

"Amitabha, I don't know what the Shaolin monk is trying to do when he comes to the door this time?"

Zhang Huen stepped back sideways, and Fang Zheng came out and saluted:

"Amitabha, the old man Shaolin has escaped here today, and he needs to be disturbed in your temple for a few days."

"It turned out to be Master Fang Zheng, a poor monk Daoqing, and I have seen the master."

The Shaolin monks were settled in the Pudu Temple, and soon controlled the few disciples of the Pudu Temple, Zhang Huen and Daoqing reached an agreement, the monks did not set up a faction, did not take away the property of his Pudu Temple, and also helped the Pudu Temple to teach the disciples and consolidate the power, the condition is that the Pudu Temple is responsible for supporting these guests.

Since the Shaolin monk entered the Pudu Temple, the heads of the other six factions have asked people to come to see the ceremony, seeing that the Shaolin monk did not have the meaning of the dove occupying the magpie's nest, it was relatively eased a little, everyone was suppressed by the swallow dock and almost couldn't hold on, and now there is a group of foreign aid, as long as they don't drive them away, it will not cause contradictions, and it will also add help, why not?

The wind and clouds of the rivers and lakes suddenly rose, since Shaolin wiped out Songshan, Huashan destroyed Shaolin, the Wudang faction united with the Quanzhen Sect, the beggar gang and the Siyue Sword Sect to start a vicious war, and after a cannibalism, no one got any benefits, each retreated to the territory and began to consolidate the sphere of influence, half a month later, the new head of the Emei faction, Gu Hongzi, died in the Jinding, and the Emei faction was finally exterminated by the Qingcheng faction, which also opened the curtain that the big forces began to annex the small forces.

Within a month, the Duan clan of Reality Dali integrated the Tianlong Temple to destroy the Infinite Sword Sect, the Shennong Gang, and the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations, completely expelling the forces of the Five Poisons Sect from Nanzhao and becoming one of the three absolute sects in the southwest; The Qingcheng faction integrated the remnants of Emei's defeated generals and dominated Shuzhong; The Iron Palm Gang wiped out the remnants of the martial arts in central Hunan Province, and the Barberry faction threw themselves into the Iron Palm Gang in order to protect themselves; The rest will not be repeated, in short, the world has now formed Wudang, Quanzhen, Dali Duan, Xiaoyao, Gusu Murong, Sun and Moon Divine Sect, Beggars Gang, Xingzhu Sect, Peach Blossom Island, Mingjiao, Huashan, Changle Gang, Iron Palm Gang, Kunlun, Blood Knife Gate, Shenlong Sect, Red Flower Society, Heaven and Earth Society, Kongtong as the main nineteen major sects, although the rest of the small sects are still struggling, but the foundation is weak, sooner or later they will be annihilated in the battle of the rivers and lakes.

Shaolin monks live in Pudu Temple, naturally to contribute to Pudu Temple, Zhang Huen took over the task of sect revitalization in the hands of sweeping monks, and naturally has to "do his best" for the cause of Shaolin Fupai, due to the increasing expansion of the rivers and lakes, the number of actors is decreasing sharply, he has rarely created points recently, coupled with the trend of going crazy, in common words, Zhang Huen's big knife has been hungry and thirsty.

Pudu Temple hopes that they can contribute to tomorrow's action against Yanziwu, in fact, it is to snatch the old site of Guiyun Zhang on the edge of Taihu Lake, the number of disciples of the seven factions is about the same as Yanziwu, but the high-end combat power is insufficient, so the Daoqing monk found the evidence, hoping that the Shaolin monk will do something here, Zhang Huen volunteered to take the task, this time he did not bring Mo Chou, he followed the monks of Pudu Temple alone to meet in the direction of Taihu Lake, and the disciples of the seven factions added up to more than 2,000 people. Fortunately, the southerners are not as good at fighting as the northerners, and naturally they are not as powerful as the tens of thousands of cavalry in Huashan, and it is said that there are only 1,500 people on the Yanziwu side, but the combat effectiveness is generally stronger than that of the disciples of the seven factions, and the disciples of the seven factions have no friendship with Zhang Huen, a foreign aid, and will not take the initiative to climb the friendship, the Shaolin monk is naturally going to leave, and he can't say that he will become an enemy in the future, so he didn't communicate at all, but silently gathered on the edge of Taihu Lake, looking at the old site of Guiyunzhuang in front of him, It has been occupied by the Gusu Wang family, the in-laws of the Gusu Murong family, as a door to recruit disciples.

The disciples of the seven factions only need to wait until the evening to launch an attack, and try their best to kill the new disciples recruited by the Wang family for the Murong family, if they can snatch Guiyunzhuang, it is the best, if not, it is also good to do their best to kill and injure the Yanziwu disciples.

That night, Zhang Huen followed the disciples of Pudu Temple and touched the side of Guiyunzhuang, but heard a whistle, the people of the Haisha Gang rushed in first, only to hear a sound of gold and iron, the remaining six disciples each killed from several directions, the people of the Haisha Gang set fire to the house of Guiyunzhuang, this gang did not think of seizing Guiyunzhuang from the beginning, and the Rongcai gang leader of the Youlong Gang beat his chest for a while, scolding the loser, when Zhang Huen broke into the hall of Guiyunzhuang, but saw that the hall was full of swords and swords, crackling and fighting. I saw a stunning woman with a group of female disciples resisting, Zhang Huen looked at the woman, smiled, and pounced. (To be continued.) )