Lin Ying was about three days later, but he didn't expect to wait for Nian Xingchen.

After Han Mian injured Nian Xingchen, he thought that he would leave him here again this time, but he didn't expect this kid to heal in two days.

That way, everything will be handled easily.

The first is the investigation of Han Mian's identity, since he has dealings with Yang Shu, what clues will there be when he checks the military status, at the moment it can be said that I am in the open, and the enemy is in the dark.

The second is to go to Shaolin, three days later, go to Shaolin, whether it is a code or what, only to find out.

For this reason, the soldiers must be divided into two roads, one way to the barracks, and the other way to the young room!

Shaolin Temple, backyard and kitchen.

In front of the back kitchen is an open space, white jade bricks are inlaid with the floor, and the painted walls are white, the consistent style of Shaolin.

"Khan Tartar, you tell them to quickly unload the rice dishes. "Dressed in green clothes, the sassy and domineering Li Gongzi is Lin Ying.

That strong man was also Khan Tartar, and when he heard the sound, he immediately set out to take a group of wind and rain building handymen to do it.

Along the way, a few casual words from the little monk Juehui who led the way made the sensitive and abnormal Lin Ying gain a lot.

She turned her head to the hat man behind her and said, "If what Juehui said is true, there is no Master Yuan in Shaolin, and Master Yuan Zheng is not in charge." ”

He may have not spoken for a long time, with a half-hoarse and half-dry tone, "so convenient." ”

Lin Ying's willow eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and his eyes were staring at the white bricks under his feet, "Everything came so coincidentally?

"If you say that......" The man didn't know how to respond.

The eyes flashed, like Bai Xuanyi's ink, living ink left the soul, there is a spirit!

"You go to the main hall and take a look, those Northern Guards are staring at it!" she whispered to the hat-fighting man.

The man with a hat raised his feet and was about to turn around and leave, but was unexpectedly held by Lin Ying again.

The girl reached out and pinched the wrist of the hat man, and the fine temperature of her fingertips slowly evened out.

"Be careful in everything, it's not easy for Juexin to look at you and me!"

He answered, not looking back.

Is there a Buddha in this world? No one can answer, but there are people in the world who believe in Buddha. More than 300 years ago, the Central Plains fell apart.

The foreign warriors who started from the end of the Wei Dynasty established a hegemony in the Central Plains, and one of his Buddhas was sure to be right.

Every time a major decision, the brave man will ask the Buddha for divination, after getting half of the world, the brave man is even more great Buddhism, a stone stirs up a thousand waves, and the Buddhist temple can be seen everywhere in a short time.

Shaolin is a place of martial arts, and at the same time, Master Yuanzheng is even more profound in Buddhism.

In the main hall, Juexin and the others have been preparing for a long time, and there are five warrior monks with their right arms exposed on both sides of the courtyard outside the hall.

In the center of the courtyard, there is a three-legged rectangular bronze incense burner in front of the main hall door, there are three pillars of high incense, three wisps of white smoke float up, scattered from the sky, go to evil and fight disasters.

There was a crowd of people on the hill, and the first to come had already knelt down in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall and prayed for blessings.

Juexin and others on the side are people who want to do so, and carry forward the concept of Shaolin Kuang to help the world.

The man with the hat was inserted in the flow of people, and he couldn't help but find his way, and he was squeezed here with the crowd.

The endless Buddhist scriptures linger in the main hall, and the hall is filled with a simple and solemn atmosphere.

"The gods are above, bless me to win the next sewing bet. ”

"A book of profits!"

"Buddha, the little woman asks her husband to be well and return home safely. ”

The people around him all prayed in their hearts and whispered in their mouths.

"Everyone!" Juexin, who was dressed in mud-colored Buddha clothes, said loudly: "The words spoken in the hall, the Buddha will know, a high incense, keep the peace of today, a copper coin, protect yourself without worry, and the person who wishes will come forward to receive a stick of incense and copper coins!"

The crowd churned again, and the solemn hall just now suddenly became dry, and people crowded and pushed, and they all stepped forward to scramble.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, everyone has a share, everyone has a share. Juexin saw that the scene was a little out of control, and opened his mouth to stabilize everyone.

This sentence is not only useless but makes them more restless, one by one, it is Lingxiang, it is simply a fight for food!

But he didn't mean this, he was just led by the tide, his eyes swept around, and there didn't seem to be any soldiers in military armor in the hall.

On the contrary, a mysterious person dressed in a black robe with an unknown object and a hood made him pay special attention, this person obviously did not come to pray, the eyes in the hood looked at each other lightly, and his body stopped in place without moving, deliberately waiting for a moment of opportunity.

Do you need to pay attention to it? Just as the hat man was thinking about it, the crowd rushed to Juexin and the others, and began to fight for each other, not giving in to each other, and directly submerged those monks.

"Everyone, don't worry, don't worry!"

At this moment, the yellow robe on his body was picked up by a strong wind, and the black-robed man had already stepped out of the hall just now!

I don't have time to think about it, since there are no soldiers or anything here, I might as well keep up with this suspicious person.

The man in the hat then turned around and followed, but he didn't know that the eyebrows on the other pair of eyes were locked, thinking that he had been paying attention to him for a long time.

The distance between the two has been put far away by the man in the hat, and the black-robed man made him feel his heart tight, as if it was an oppressive force.

One after the other, the two of them almost went against the crowd, many of them entered the temple towards the main hall, and the black-robed man went in the direction of leaving the temple.

The wooden box behind the black-robed man creaked, and his footsteps gradually accelerated, and he stabilized his footsteps at the entrance and exit of Shaolin Temple, standing in place,

The corners of his clothes swayed, a trace of unknown eyes appeared in the black robe, and the eyes in the hood turned around and swept behind him indifferently, and continued to walk outside the temple.

The man with the hat at the corner lifted his lower abdomen and held his breath, his blood was surging, the light red eyes under the hat were suddenly dilated, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

He saw it, the face of the person under the hood, if he went back to three days ago, the man in Chishui Village who condensed his qi and blood into a blood armor that was a few points stronger than the stubborn stone-Han Mian!

The person under the hat was Nian Xingchen, in order to cover up the anger on his body, Lin Ying deliberately covered his face and eyes with the hat, and he was careful all the way up the mountain to the temple.

That face, although he is not very familiar with it, he will not admit that he is wrong, is Han Mian right, he is also in Shaolin? This is also in line with what Lin Ying said, Han Mian has a close relationship with Yang Shu and the Saibei Army.

The black-robed man changed direction at the temple gate and walked towards the courtyard, obviously familiar with the road.

Nian Xingchen looked at the endless crowd of people going up the mountain at the bottom of the mountain, and today's matter was quite tricky.

In the secret room in the backyard, the game between the white-eyed monk and the person continued, but the white-eyed old monk holding the chess turned on the offensive and spared no effort, pressing the opponent out of breath, and even forced him into a desperate situation for a time.

"Master, I've lost in the next place!"

He whispered softly to the person seated, with a hint of shame on his face.

The white-eyed old monk stood up suddenly, his thick eyebrows covered his eyes, he couldn't see any expression, he waved one hand, and the surrounding qi vibrated and pounced on the opponent together, directly knocking him unconscious.

"The time has come, so the general should sleep first! Unfortunately, the old monk has something to do today. The old man hunched over and opened the door of the secret room, and his white beard and white eyebrows were raised by the oncoming wind.